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 'Sis' and Me

   Written by cc (M/g m/g ped spank reluc rom)



   This is the story of how I ended up spanking, whipping, and raping my
ten-year-old sister in my college dorm room.  OK, so I'm fantasizing; she
isn't really my little sister (although she might as well be), and it
wasn't in a dorm room, it was in my college apartment.  OK, it wasn't even
there, at first, it was at...well, you'll find out.

   It was like this.  My mom left me and my dad when I was just 2.  I don't
really remember her, and no one knows where she is now.  My dad married my
stepmom when I was 12.  She was really cool, and I liked her a lot.  She
had a little girl who was 2 then.  Her dad had drunk himself to death, or
something like that.  We all got along real well.  We lived in *****, in
*****-land.  It was a pretty backwards country, but we lived in the
capitol, and I guess we had a pretty average 'middle-class' existence, by
Stateside standards.  As far as I was concerned, my stepmom was just 'Mom',
and her little girl was my 'Sis'.  I helped take care of her, and
everything.

   My dad used to spank me every now and then when I was little, but by the
time I was 12 I hadn't had one for a long time.  I guess I was pretty
well-behaved.  But my little 'Sis' got one pretty frequently, being a
pretty rambunctious toddler.  I guess it just seemed natural to my Dad and
'Mom'; I helped out with everything else about her: meals, dressing,
bathing.  So one day when she was cutting up, and 'Mom' and Dad were tied
up doing something, 'Mom' just yelled to me to 'give her a couple of swats
on the rear end'.  So I did.  She yelped a little bit, but I didn't really
spank her hard, and her panties were on.  But it did settle her down.  And
there was something about the experience that affected me, somehow...

   It didn't take long before I was giving her a spanking pretty regularly.
'Mom' and Dad never seemed to mind; they sort of cheered me on, actually.
By the time she was 7, I probably spanked her almost every day.  Usually I
just pulled her down over my lap, or tucked her under my arm, hauled down
her panties, and gave her a brisk, business-like spanking while she moaned
and jerked.  I have to admit, I let my hand stray a little bit; the tips of
my fingers often found themselves smacking her anus, or her little
unfledged cleftlips.  She never said anything about it, and I don't know if
'Mom' or Dad noticed, or not.  But after I spanked her, I usually rubbed
where I'd spanked, to soothe her.  She seemed to like it, and sort of
purred when I let my fingers slip over her anus and girlcleft after I'd
spanked her.  Of course, before long I was getting pretty...stiff from
doing this sort of thing, and I ran to my room and jerked off after I'd
spanked her.

   This went on for quite a while.  'Mom' and Dad had their own business,
and 'Sis' and I were homeschooled, so they left her and me home together a
lot.  I was sort of like her Daddy, really.  As she got older (and cuter
and cuter!) I continued to punish her, sometimes in new ways.  I don't know
what made me think of it, but took my belt off one day (she was about 5)
and used the end of it on her bottom.  It looked so cool snapping onto her
buttocks, and made an arousing WAP!  on impact.  She wiggled and moaned
very attractively.  I used the belt frequently after that.

   By the time she was 7, and I was 17, I used the belt on her nearly every
day.  The whippings had sort of...migrated.  By then I was regularly
whipping her on her nipples, her anus, and her unfledged girlcleft.  As far
as I know, she never told 'Mom' and Dad, and I never did it hard enough to
leave any marks.  There were times that it looked like she actually enjoyed
it; she would arch her back to present her little sex to the belt, and moan
most fetchingly.  And after her punishments, I always rubbed wherever I
spanked or whipped her, so that meant I spent a lot of time rubbing her
bottom, her breastbuds and nipples, and even her little rosebud and
cleftlips.  Usually I'd hold her on my lap to do it, and she'd lean her
little head back against my chest and just purr.  I was in love with her
(still am!).

   I must admit I was tempted to whip out my rod (always stiff as a board
by the end of a punishment session!) and use her somehow to relieve myself,
but something always held me back.  I guess I knew that the time wasn't
right, and, as bad as what I was already doing was, that would be so bad
that it would be unforgivable.  So I just continued to jerk off, and
fantasize!

   Then I left for college, pursuing an engineering degree.  I didn't get
to come home too often, and it just didn't seem appropriate to spank her
anymore, when I wasn't there all the time and wasn't functioning as 'second
Daddy'.  Three more years passed, and I was just starting graduate school.
I finally got a chance to come home for a while, in between sessions.  She
was ten by then, and pretty as a picture.  I got to loaf at home most of
the time, and 'Mom' and Dad took advantage of the situation to go out
together a lot, or just work together at the shop.

   'Sis' was actually a bit of a handful.  She was sweet, and smart, but
she did like to get away with stuff, like sneaking food, or talking too
long with her little friends on the phone, or trying to beat the Net Nanny
on the computer.  It wasn't long before I decided she still needed the
business end of the belt!

   I waited until she'd done something that I knew she wouldn't want 'Mom'
and Dad to find out about.  Then I confronted her with it, and told her,
"You need a whipping, young lady!"

   "But--but--you can't!  You wouldn't dare!  I'll tell Mom!" she
blustered.

   "Go ahead, tell 'Mom'," I replied.  And waited.  She got real quiet. 
Then...

   "Buddy...I'm sorry, I'm real sorry!  Please don't tell Mom, huh?  I'll
be good!" she whined.

   "'Sis', you know you need a whipping.  So what'll it be?  'Mom', or the
belt?" I demanded.

   "...the belt," she finally whispered, dropping her eyes.  I felt a
little sorry for her, she looked so forlorn, so I took her in my arms and
hugged her for a while.  She hugged me back; she didn't seem to resent my
insisting on whipping her.  Her slim frame felt so good pressed up against
mine.  My rod was already stirring in my pants at the thought of punishing
her little body.

   After a bit I just bent her under my arm, tossed up her skirt, jerked
down her cotton panties, and gave her a brisk, business-like spanking on
her bare bottom, WAP-WAP-WAP!  "OH-OH-OH-OH"!  she yelped, dancing from
foot to foot as her little buttocks jiggled with each spank.  When I judged
them to be sufficiently reddened, I let her up, and she rubbed her bottom
and sniffled.

   She went to pull her panties up, but I stopped her with a growl, "Not
yet, little missy!  We're not half through." I pulled her little sundress
off, leaving her naked, with her panties down around her ankles.  She was
gorgeous.  Heartbreakingly slender, with the face of an angel in despair.
Her breasts were mere buds, nipples barely breaking the plane of her chest.
Slim hips, and the piece de resistance, her unfledged girlcleft peeping
from between her gleaming thighs.

   I shook myself free of the trance, and pulled my belt out of the loops
of my pants, doubling it over, slapping it onto my palm as I sauntered to
her rear, just drinking in her loveliness.  Then I flashed it out, again
and again, smacking the backs of her thighs, then disciplining her bottom
repeatedly as she yelped and moaned.  I moved around to her front, and
without warning brought the strap-end to bear on her little breastbuds and
nipples as she wailed and sobbed.  Soon they were fetchingly reddened and
erect.  I paused for a moment, reaching out with my free hand and seizing
one breastbud and nipple, then the other, kneading and working them as she
gasped and moaned.

   I told her to get on the bed in knee-chest position.  I had to explain
it to her, and give her a few smacks on the front of her thighs with the
belt to get her to do it fast enough.  She looked adorable, with her trim
little bottom pushed in the air, framing her tender, delicate anus, and her
sweet bare cleftlips.  Her clitoris poked out prominently.  I strapped her
back and forth on her exposed private parts, her cries and moans filling
the air.  I just had to touch her, so I tossed the belt aside and spanked
her with my bare hand, smacking directly on her anus and vulva, pausing
frequently to massage and pinch her cleftlips and clitoris.  I really
didn't expect it, but suddenly she was bucking and rocking, yipping and
yelping, as to my surprise and lasting delight she experienced a preteen
orgasm as I spanked and molested her!  I nearly came, too, in my shorts,
just to experience this beautiful, sweet ten-year-old, whom I loved dearly,
coming as I punished her sexually.  When she was spent, she collapsed on
the bed.  I gathered her in my arms as she sobbed out the last of her
climax, clinging fiercely to my waist, her tears staining my shirt.

   All too soon after that magical time I had to return to school.  That's
when tragedy struck.  She was home with a sitter; our folks were supposed
to be at work all day.  They never got there.  A drunk driver killed them
both.  I won't go into all the details; the questions from 'Sis', the
well-meaning neighbors, friends from church, the funeral...they don't bear
remembering.  At the end of it all, I hardly knew what to do.  I didn't
want to run the business, and hardly knew how, anyway.  Fortunately an
associate of our folks made a generous offer to buy out the whole thing. 
Our pastor looked it over and said it was OK, so I ended up with plenty of
money to raise 'Sis', and finish school.  But how to do both?

   'Sis' decided things for me.  "I'm going with you to college!" she
announced.

   "Graduate school," I corrected her, pedantically.

   "Whatever!" she sighed, rolling her eyes in typical preteen fashion.

   We fussed about it for a while, but I gave in.  I couldn't stay home and
go to school, and there was no one I wanted to leave her with; we had no
other close family.  So I got an apartment near the university, and we
settled in.  It was easy to continue her schooling, since she was
homeschooled.  And I had the college's resources to augment her curriculum.
Things worked out fine, most of the time.  But it was hard on 'Sis', being
cooped up all day in the apartment, and often it showed in her behavior. 
Once we had both recovered from the shock, and had gotten used to our new
surroundings, she found herself on the business end of the belt again! 
Pretty soon she was getting strict, intimate punishment nearly every day,
as I smacked her anus and girlcleft, pinched and twisted her clitoris, and
brought her to a nearly screaming orgasm on a regular basis.

   As you might expect, I was both ecstatic and frustrated at our
activities.  Finally I could stand it no longer.  I sat her down one day,
and said, "'Sis', I've been thinking about getting married."

   "Married?!" she exclaimed, like the idea scared her, "Waddya wanna do
that for?!"

   "Well...a guy wants a girl around, to help him, and keep him company,
and stuff," I answered, a little lamely; I wasn't sure how much detail to
go into, under the circumstances!

   "But I'm a girl, and I'm around, and I can help you.  You don't need a
wife!", she pronounced, then, after a short pause, as if she had a bright
idea, she blurted out, "I'll be your wife!  After all, you're not really my
brother, right?  So we can get married!"

   This was too good an opening to pass up, so I had to ask, "But 'Sis',
sweetheart, do you know what that really means?"

   She hung her head for a moment, then peeped up through her eyelashes and
softly said, "It means you get to rape me, doesn't it?"

   The question hung in the air between us, revolving lazily.  A sudden
jolt of...joy, so severe it was almost nauseating, shot through me.

   I guess she mistook my sudden pallor, sweat, and unsteadiness to be
disapproval.  She arose glumly and shuffled off, mumbling, "But I know, I'm
too little, and you don't love me, and..." She burst out crying and ran
towards her room.

   I was never on the track team, but I bet I could have beat the college's
best sprinter's time to her side that day!  I gathered her in my arms, and
told her I loved her, I'd rather have her as my wife than anyone else in
the world, she was a beautiful little angel, and other similar endearments.
She seemed to melt in my arms, her tears staining my shirt, as her little
sobs died away.  She put her pixie face up and I kissed her nose and sweet
lips.

   She pulled back a bit, looked intently at me, and demanded, "You'll
still punish me when we're married, won't you?"

   I managed to push the fog out of my brain long enough to acknowledge
that, yes indeed, I would punish her after we were married!  There followed
a long hug, and rocking her in my arms, unbelievably happy.  After a while
I held her away from me, looked down mock-sternly at her, and intoned, "You
know you've been naughty, haven't you, young lady?  Naughty girls have to
be punished, don't they?"

   After a beat, she looked up at me shyly and just said, "Yes, Sir."

   I bent her under my arm, tossed up her skirt, pulled her panties down,
and gave her the usual brisk, business-like spanking on her bare bottom. 
She danced and yelped as her buttocks were reddened.

   I let her up, and she bounced to her feet, sniffling and rubbing her
bottom.  Without pause I pulled the dress off her sweet body, leaving her
naked in front of me.  Gorgeously beautiful, with a face like an angel in
despair.  Heartbreakingly slender.  Her breasts were mere buds, her nipples
barely breaking the plane of her chest.  Her unfledged girlcleft peeped
from between her gleaming thighs.  She blushed and twisted her little feet
nervously as I ogled her slender frame.  Stepping to her side, I seized her
buttocks with one hand, and commenced to rain spank after open-handed spank
onto her unfledged mons and cleftlips, SMACK-SMACK-SMACK! 
"AAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA"!  she cried out, writhing and jerking at the
embarrassing discipline.  Adding to her punishment, I probed for her anus
with my other hand, pressing and pinching that so-very-intimate part of a
young girl's anatomy.

   As I continued her front-spanking, I noticed that her cleftlips were
becoming slippery.  She was wet from the punishment!  I paused in between
spanks to rub her prominent preteen clitoris against her pelvic bone as she
keened and arched.  I let the fingers of my other hand trail over her
cleft, too, picking up some lubrication, then brought them back to her anus
to pierce, penetrate, and probe her deeply as she cried out wildly.  All
too soon she was rocking and bucking, yelping and yipping, coming as I
spanked her naked preteen sex and molested her anus.  Then she collapsed
into my arms, sobbing out the last of her orgasm, her tears staining my
shirt.

   After that I lost no time in arranging things.  'Underage' marriages
were common in ****-land, so I had little trouble in convincing our pastor
to marry us.  Then I surprised her with something I had been planning
anyway, and now found it fitting in so wonderfully; we caught a plane that
evening to DisneyWorld!  By bedtime we were at the Polynesian, settling in,
the monorail still running outside, the lights of the Magic Kingdom visible
from our window.  She was ecstatic.

   I sent her to the bathroom to get ready for bed, insisting that she 'go
both ways' on the toilet.  Then I came in to give her her bath.  I hadn't
done that since she was much younger, and when I told her to get in the
tub, she squealed, "Buddy, please!", vainly trying to cover her nakedness.
I just grabbed her arm, spun her around, and smacked her once, sharply, on
her bottom.  She gasped and squealed, "Yes, Sir!"

   I washed her thoroughly, spending a lot of time scrubbing her nipples,
anus, and cleft.  She squirmed a few times at my attentions to her
intimacies, so I barked, "Hold still, young lady!", hauled her to her feet,
pressed her front against the cold tile as she gasped, and smacked her
repeatedly on her wet bottom, thighs, and cleft, WAP-WAP-WAP!

   "OOO!  OOO!  OOO!" she yelped, "OH, Sir, please!  Oh, Buddy,
I'llbegoodI'llbegoodI'llbegood!" Then I sat her back down and resumed
washing, and this time, though she continued to moan, she held still as I
ran the rough terrycloth over her anus and cleft.

   I got her out and dried her, again paying special attention to her
nipples, anus, and vulva as she trembled.  Then I picked her up in my arms
and carried her to the bed.

   There we were, in the Polynesian Hotel at Disneyworld.  I don't know
what anyone thought who saw us when we checked in, brother and sister,
father and daughter, cousins...but I bet none of them dreamed we were
husband and preteen wife!  And I'm sure none of them dreamed that, in room
352, a little ten-year-old girl was spanked, and molested, and about to be
raped by a grown man.  But that's exactly what happened.

   I arranged her on her back, naked on the bed, and knelt over her,
kissing her all over.  Her forehead, her eyelids, her glabella, the tip of
her sweet upturned nose, dusted with freckles.  Then her soft mouth,
butterfly kisses back from her, the tip of her tongue even darting out to
touch mine, bringing spasms to my rod!  Then nibbling her neck, her
delicate collarbone, then fastening onto first one nipple, then the other,
sucking, pulling, biting as she moaned and writhed.  Down to her
bellybutton, pausing to blow a flurbish into it, making her giggle.  "No
laughing," I commanded, but with a wink, and smacked her once on her cleft,
sharply, making her gasp.

   Then I was there, essentially raping her preteen sex with my mouth,
unceremoniously probing hard for her hymen as she arched and spasmed,
rasping her unfledged labia with my tongue, then taking her turgid clitoris
in long, excruciating bites between tongue and teeth as she nearly
screamed, bucking and rocking, clearly approaching climax.  I rose up,
positioned my rampant rod at her cleftlips, and thrust firmly, raping her
of her maidenhead, driving for her cervix, as she yelled once, loudly, then
wept and wept, shoulders shaking, as I just held her, kissing the top of
her head which barely reached my chest, rocking her softly.  I stayed
buried within her, not moving, but pulsating inside her, until her distress
died down to the occasional sob and sniffle.  I began to piston in and out
of her, long, firm strokes, as she cried out rhythmically with each one.  I
had, of course, been masturbating regularly after punishing her (I couldn't
even begin to help it!), so fortunately I was able to hold out for a little
while.  The experience was overwhelming.  I loved her so much, she was so
sweet, her little cleft was so tight and yet so soft, her little cries went
straight to my brain as I raped her and raped her, and she danced on the
end of my rod.  Then she was coming, spasming, wrapping her little legs as
far as they would go around me, pulling her hair, beating on my sides,
screaming.  And I came inside her, emptying my seed at her cervix, pinning
her to the bed with each stroke, then finally collapsing beside her as we
clung to each other in the afterglow.  She fell asleep in my arms.

   Later that night I awoke to find her still nestled up against me, her
sweet naked body pressed close to mine.  My rod was stirring.  I couldn't
resist using her again, so I arranged her in position, chest on the bed,
knees on the floor.  She roused a bit, but didn't wake, until I began
spanking her bottom!  Then she awoke with a startled cry, staring about
wildly.  I swept her into my arms, cuddling her, rocking her, soothing away
the night fear.  She relaxed against me.  Then, surprising me, she slid out
of my hands and resumed her position!  I hugged her, kissed her hair,
called her my sweet beautiful little girl.

   Then I spanked her and spanked her, again reddening her still-tender
bottom as she yelped.  I lubricated my free hand, reached around her, and
seized her cleftlips and clitoris, kneading and working, pinching and
pulling, as I continued her discipline.  Soon she was nearing climax, and I
was hard as a rock!  I squirted some lubricant on her rosebud, placed the
end of my rod there, and thrust deeply into her, raping her of the
virginity of her anus as she screamed.  You can't believe how amazingly
stimulating it was, too have my rod buried deeply in the anus of my pretty,
slender, preteen 'sister'-wife!  She was so tight, so warm; I could feel
her sphincter tighten spasmodically on my shaft, reacting to the violation
of so private a place.  I stayed buried in her as she wailed, her shoulders
shaking, for a few moments.  Then she calmed down to the occasional sob and
sniffle, so I commenced to rape her anus in earnest, with long, hard, fast
thrusts, pounding into her as she cried out rhythmically, "AAAA-AAAA-AAAA!"
I reached around and continued to molest her unfledged cleft and clitoris,
as I violated her bottomflower, and soon she was coming again, yelping and
yipping, and I came too, emptying my seed in her rectum, as she spasmed and
arched under me.  Again we collapsed together on the bed, me shifting my
weight to one side so as not to crush her, as she continued to shudder and
moan, until she fell asleep in my arms.

   And, yes, we actually did leave the hotel room the next day and go to
the Magic Kingdom; she was only ten, after all!

   The End

   by cc

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