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Young Piper

by Piper

mc; mg+; mdom; inc; nosex

The sun beat down on Jake as he trudged home from school. As a senior, this was his last semester of high school and he already had his sights set on college. True, he wasn’t exactly sure which college he was going to, but there was still time. Lost in his thoughts, Jake didn’t notice the man in a dark suit walking towards him. Right as they passed each other, the man suddenly bumped into Jake and pressed something into his hand. Jake flinched away but kept his grip on the object. The man had continued walking and had disappeared into some store.

Jake paused on the sidewalk to see whatever it was that he had been given. It was something small and thin wrapped in a scrap of paper. Jake uncovered it and saw that it was a silver whistle. The whistle was a cylinder, no longer than his pinky, and it felt as cold as ice despite being exposed to the sun. Jake noticed that there was writing on the inside of the paper and he read it:

“If you are reading this then I have chosen you to be the next Piper. I have gotten all that I need from the pipe and so I pass it on, just as it was passed to me. When you use it, everyone who hears its sound (aside from you) will be drawn to it and will obey any commands you give. I realize this sounds absurd to you, but I assure you that it isn’t. Needless to say, it is best if you keep the pipe a secret and pass it on as soon as you no longer need it.”

To say that it “sounds absurd” is putting it mildly. Jake crumpled the paper and let it fall to the ground. But the words were not so easily put out of his mind. Slipping the whistle into his pocket, Jake resumed walking. By the time he had arrived at his front door, Jake had decided that there was no harm in testing the pipe. And once he had proven it to be nothing more than an ordinary whistle, he could laugh at himself for ever hoping that it might be more. Mumbling a hello to his mom, Jake went upstairs to his room until his dad got home and called him down for dinner.

Jake walked into the kitchen where his family was beginning to eat. His mom and dad were sitting across from each other and his 11-year-old sister, Sara, was sitting across from his empty place. Hesitantly, Jake brought the cold whistle to his lips and blew. The sound was surprisingly high pitched, near the edge of human hearing. Jake stopped blowing in surprise but the sound hung in the air, as if it was echoing around at slightly different pitches. The sound was a little irritating to Jake but the effect on his family was much more pronounced.

All three of them had frozen as soon as the pipe sounded. In Jake’s father’s case, his fork stopped halfway to his mouth. There was a sudden scraping noise as all three of them pushed their chairs back and stood up. They started walking towards Jake, who backed up a couple of steps. There was something unnerving about seeing his entire family walking towards him, completely expressionless. They stopped when they were about three feet away from Jake and stood staring vacantly at him. Jake’s eyes fell on Sara whose head was tilted slightly. A thin line of drool was sliding towards her chin as she stared at her brother without recognition.

Jake had come down for dinner after spending over an hour in his room imagining what he’d do if the whistle actually worked. Choosing his words carefully, he began to set the scene for one of his fantasies. First, he ordered his parents to go to bed. They would not wake up until he called them by name and, once he did, they would not question why they had no memory since tonight’s dinner. As if moving underwater, Jake’s parents turned away from their son and walked upstairs to their room. Next, Jake told Sara to invite her closest friends, Leah and Alexis, over for a sleepover. Leah and Alexis were sisters, 12- and 13-years-old respectively. Sara went to the phone and dialed her friends’ number while Jake sat down at the table and quickly polished off his dinner.


Leah and Alexis were dropped off by their mother about an hour later. Sara opened the door for them, behaving normally, and the three girls went upstairs to her room. Jake waited a minute before following them upstairs. He stood a few feet away from Sara’s room, not wanting to risk getting closer since Sara had left her door open. Jake thought he heard Sara suggest that all three of them change into their pajamas before doing anything else, which was what she had been ordered to do. Technically, Jake supposed, it didn’t matter when he blew the whistle. But part of his fantasy included catching them all half-undressed.

Sleepymaid sleepwalkersJake blew the pipe softly enough so that his parents, sleeping in their room at the other end of the hallway, wouldn’t hear its music. Once again, the unnatural echoes of the pipe made it sound as if several different notes were rebounding. As the pipe’s call faded, Jake couldn’t hear any noise coming from Sara’s room. Then there was a shuffling sound and Jake held his breath in anticipation. Leah must have been closest to the door when Jake blew the whistle. She stepped out into the hallway with no expression on her face. She was wearing nothing but a plain pair of white panties and her socks. Her sister, Alexis, was only a step behind her although she at least had managed to pull on her star-speckled pajama bottoms.

When Leah and Alexis had almost reached Jake, Sara came out from the room. Jake knew she was shy and he assumed that she had been changing in her bathroom when the pipe had called her. Dressed only in her pink flower-covered pajama top, Sara dazedly followed her friends toward Jake. In less than a minute after Jake had used the pipe, all three beautiful girls were standing a few feet away from him.

Jake hesitantly ordered Leah and Alexis to undress each other. As he watched, Leah knelt down and pulled her sister’s pants down around her ankles. Alexis’ face remained blank as her panties were pulled down as well. Then the sisters traded places: Alexis got on her knees as Leah stood up. Alexis pulled off her sister’s panties and then, one at a time, her socks. After both girls were completely naked they stood and waited vacantly for another order. Sara hadn’t moved as the sisters undressed each other because she hadn’t been given a direct command. After Jake had finished drinking in the sight of the sisters, he turned his attention back to his own sister. He moved to stand directly behind Sara before tugging her shirt down from her shoulders.

Confident now, Jake ordered all three girls to follow him back to his room before turning around and leading the way. He held open his door and the naked girls slowly filed in. Shaking a little with anticipation, Jake sat down on his bed and looked over his small harem. First, he ordered the girls to undress him. The girls obediently climbed onto Jake’s bed and began pulling on his clothes. Not wanting to make it easy for them, Jake laid down flat on his bedspread.

Sara, unaware or unconcerned about her nudity, sat by her brother’s head and reached over him to pull up his shirt. Jake stared up at his sister’s nipples, which seemed to be staring back at him. By the time he considered touching one, Sara had already sat back on her knees and pulled his shirt up over his head. Having finished her task, Sara sat still and her eyes resumed their glazed expression. Jake’s shirt, now forgotten, fell from Sara’s hand.

Jake turned his attention to his jeans, which Leah and Alexis were trying and failing to take off. Granted, their task was made much more difficult by the growing bulge in Jake’s pants. After watching the naked girls struggle for a while, Jake took pity on them and adjusted himself so that the girls could unbutton his jeans. Relishing in the feeling of their tiny hands, Jake waited until the sisters had taken off both his pants and his underwear. Like Sara, they stopped moving as soon as they were finished. In a low voice Jake gave all three girls their next instructions…


The next morning Jake woke up sandwiched between Leah and Alexis, with Sara curled up near his feet at the end of the bed. Leaning over Alexis, Jake grabbed his whistle from the nightstand. He brought the cold metal to his lips and blew gently. Instantly, all three girls woke up and sat up in the bed. As the three girls stared at him dully, Jake gave very explicit instructions. They would not remember anything that had happened over the night. Instead, after they had gotten dressed again, they would believe that they had a very fun time at the sleepover. And, of course, all three girls would want to have another sleepover very soon.

Note from Piper: Yes, I know the story’s short and it ended abruptly- I apologize. I had intended to extend the plot and add more details all around before uploading this. I will most likely add to this story at some later date. But, right now, I have been stricken with a horrible case of writer’s block. I have been staring at this story for over a week without feeling inspired (maybe I should have spent more time staring at sleepymaid’s sketch). I’ll try my luck with a different story for a while. FYI: I had the blond girl’s name picked out days before Mesmer’s Bauble sent me Simon Says.

*Image courtesy of sleepymaid*

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