From darla@accessone.com Wed May 07 16:51:33 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: Young Pepper Dyson   (teen/spnk/inc)
From: darla@accessone.com (Darla)
Date: 7 May 1997 20:51:33 GMT
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People often think of childhood as a kind of anchor in their lives.
But sometimes, it can be be a magnet too, or a vortex sucking us 
back to simpler patterns of thought and behavior. Frequently, those
most easily recaptured are those most recently escaped.

Young Pepper Dyson, for example -- though people don't usually refer
to her as "young Pepper" these days.  That's because she has broken
through, at age 15, into the kind of adolesence usually reserved for
people on tv sitcoms.  She has become, in other words, graceful and
self-assured.  She is comfortable with her body which, apart from a
trifle of baby-fat, clearly signals the coming beauty that will
later dazzle so many.  None of the usual awkwardness and painful
shyness which afflicts so many young women has been allocated as 
her portion. She is clearly a star, one whose maturity is already a 
watchword both at school and among the family.  Except for now.  Now
she has regressed from 15 going on 30 to about age 7.

The reason for this, as for so many of Pepper's little lapses from
the grown-up world, is her 18 year old brother Steve.  Not that he
teases or torments her -- Steve is not _that_ kind of older brother.
In most ways his maturity is a match for Pepper's (must be some
great genes there).  No it's nothing to do _directly_ with Pepper --
it has to do with Steve's girlfriend: that bimbo, Linda. This, at any
rate, is how Pepper refers to Linda in her innermost heart, although
seldom in a more external way.  Especially not to Steve, who numbers
loyalty among his many other virtues.  He is quick to leap to the
bimbo's defense -- far too quick in Pepper's view.

It is the time of the family reunion weekend. This takes place 200
miles away and is looked forward to by everyone -- the family is
close-knit, even though far-flung.  Because of this momentous event,
Pepper and Steve have the house to themselves.  Steve has pleaded
press of schoolwork -- so important in his final year of high-school.
Upon hearing this, Pepper grew instantly suspicious.  She sensed the
influence of the insidious Linda and, for that reason, manufactured
enough flu symptoms to ensure that she likewise would be left
behind. "Just to keep an eye on things" as she thought to herself
even though it was no part of her _offical_ brief.

Pepper's misgivings were soon proved well-founded.  No sooner had
the family station wagon disappeared from view, than Steve was on
the telephone. Naturally Pepper was out of her bed of supposed pain
and listening in on the upstairs extension -- through constant
practice she had become extremely accomplished at this lofty art.
It wasn't long before Pepper realized that her worst fears were about
to be made flesh.  The import of Steve's conversation with Linda,
once shorn of all the heavy breathing and syrupy mooncalf phrases 
(along with a light touch on the extension, one requires a heavy-duty
pancreas in good working order to eavesdrop on one's older brother
and his 'sweetie') was that the creature was coming over to the house
this very afternoon!

To see Pepper at that moment would be to believe her truly in the
grip of some fierce ague.  With cheeks so flushed, she shook with
the force of her emotion as she thought "Well, we'll just have to
see about this little visit, won't we?".  Eternal vigilance is the
price we pay to keep our older brothers out of the harpy clutches of
the Lindas of this world, and it is a price that Pepper is glad to
pay.

Sure enough, before long Pepper spies Linda on her way up the front
path. By her outfit, Linda has come straight from some 'Slut of the
Year' competition, where she cannot possibly have done any worse
than second runner-up. The spray-on jeans are bad enough, but that
top! A scoop-neck blouse it must be, since it clearly invites all
and sundry to scoop out the creamy goodies so attractively displayed.
Evidently some species of push-up bra is being used to create the
effect and from the astonishing weight to be pushed, it is one of the
engineering marvels of the age.  From the vantage point of her
upstairs bedroom window, Pepper casts a jaundiced eye upon Linda's
principal assets.  There is perhaps just a touch of spite in her
thought "By the time she's 30, they'll be down to her knees if not
her ankles."

Linda's boobs (for such gross objects could never be referred to as
mere breasts) may not stop the show, but they certainly slow it to
a crawl.  Pepper has even overheard her normally staid and stuffy
father remark in an undertone to her mother "Not many of _those_ to
the pound!"  Like every other male in this region of the galaxy,
Steve has been smitten with them (although were the despicable Linda
actually to smite anyone with the disgusting things, it must surely
be counted as an application of deadly force).  Hoping to bring her
normally right-thinking brother to his senses, Pepper once suggested
to him that such a frontal development as Linda's is impossible in
nature. She was infuriated at Steve's smirking reply that he had the
very best evidence that Linda's 'development' owed nothing to artifice.

There is no sound of either ringing or knocking from the front door.
Steve must have been keeping an eye out for the arrival as well --
worse and worse.  Just enough time to rush silently to the head of
the stairs to hear what the two are saying to each other.  First
comes the breathy voice of the Linda bimbo (she must spend _hours_
practicing that voice).

"Oh Steve -- we've got the whole place to ourselves -- how wonderful!
And I don't have to be home until late."

Steve is quick to correct the misapprehension.

"I'm sorry honey, but it's not quite 'to ourselves'.  Pepper is here
too.  She's in bed upstairs with the flu and I'm supposed to be
looking after her.  But Pepper's a good kid -- I'm sure she won't
bother us."

"Kid is it?!" Nothing could be better calculated to infuriate as the
offhand reference to her immaturity.  SO angry is Pepper that she
nearly misses what comes next -- Linda as an overblown Florence
Nightengale.

"Oh the poor thing! I really like your little sister.  Let's go 
upstairs and make sure that she's all right."

That was close. Pepper barely has time to heigh herself back to bed
before her brother and his burdensome bimbo are at the door to her
room. Linda pushes open the door, without knocking of course, and
flounces over to the bed (you haven't really seen flouncing until
you've seen Linda do it.  The word might have been invented to
describe her.)

"Pepper honey -- I'm so sorry to hear about your flu.  The minute I
found out, I came right over to help your brother look after you."

Yeah right.  Trust Linda to make an assignation sound like a
visitation of the sick -- a good work!  What a lying cow.  And then the
crowning touch:  The cow actually tucks Pepper in -- as though she
were a small child!

"You just rest here in bed, sweetie.  Try to sleep. Steve and I will
look in on you from time to time."

Pepper closes her eyes and clenches her teeth.  Something is going
to have to be done about this intolerable interloper. Something
drastic. Pepper waits rigidly in her bed until Steve and Linda
finish their little 'solicitous' routine and begin to eye each other
hungrily. Soon the two are off downstairs again -- with suspicious
and unbecoming speed in fact. Just give them a few minutes to 'get
going' on the couch in the parlor, and then it will be time.

Time for ninja Pepper that is -- the mistress of every stealthy
strategem. In this guise Pepper drifts noiselessly down the stairs
and into the darkened parlor.  The blinds have been drawn.  Linda
and Steve are seated beside each other on the couch, which faces away
from the door.  Actually no great skill at creeping is required at
this point.  So absorbed are the two in each other that Pepper could
have been wearing clogs without attracting their attention.

She has arrived at a crucial juncture.  Steve is nuzzling the side
of Linda's neck while one hand is behind her undoing the buttons on
the back of her blouse. With eyes closed, Linda is leaning forward 
slightly to give him access.  Helpful Pepper now scoots in behind the
couch to lend a hand in the disrobing.  As Steve undoes the last
button, Pepper, unseen by either, undoes the amazing bra. It seems to
have at least 18 hooks and requires both of Pepper's adroit hands.
With a muted twang of relief, the bra propels both itself and the
unbuttoned blouse onto the floor, dumping its heavy load into Linda's
lap.  Steve, assuming that Linda has somehow performed this parlor
trick for his benefit, quickly reaches with his left hand to cup one
of the delightfully naked boobs.  Pepper, mesmerized by the sight of
such abundant flesh, which she herself has set free, does what
anyone would.

Pepper reaches beneath Linda's right arm to take charge of the
remaining massive bon-bon.  WIth her smaller hand, there is no
question of lifting the thing -- at least not very far.  But Pepper's
nimble fingers quickly capture the large pink nipple to roll and tease
it.  Linda proves that not all of the large breasted are insensitive.
In Pepper's grasp, she instantly erects to the point where she is 
almost too much to hold. Linda begins to make a soft moaning sound,
still unaware of the author of these delightful sensations in her
right nipple.

It is time she found out.  "Wow Steve, you were right -- they _are_
real."  says Pepper in a loud voice.  The eyes of the other
protagonists snap open in shock.  Steve is stunned into stuttering
incomprehension.  "Pepper! -- Pepper? -- Wha..?"  But it is Linda's
reaction that exceeds all of Pepper's delighted expectations.

Giving a shriek of horror and disgust, Linda struggles to her feet
disloging the disappointed hands.  She seizes her clothing from the
floor and holds it before her as a shield as she spins to face the
Dysons.  "I have never been so revolted in my life!  You, Steven
Dyson, you get me to come over here and tell me that your sister
is sick and then -- just when we are starting to have fun, you hold
me while she feels me up!"

At this point Steve finds something resembling a voice, though it
is embarrassingly squeeky.  "Oh no sweetheart -- it isn't like that
at all.  I thought Pepper was sick too....." This is not entirely
convincing -- especially in view of Steve's rather obvious state of
arousal at this moment.

"She certainly is sick, and so are you.  A fine pair of sicko
perverts.  Well I'm glad that I found out the truth about your
family before I got more involved with you.  To think that I was
actually going to let you have sex with me.  I never want to see you
or any of your disgusting family again.  Don't try to call me!"

With these words, Linda gives another virtuoso flouncing performance
and is out the front door, slamming it behind her.  Pepper wears her
utter delight upon her face -- a rookie mistake.  For Steve is not
at all pleased by this turn of events, nor by Pepper's part in it,
nor especially by Pepper's delight.

Steve is up from the couch and around behind it before Pepper can react,
and when she does react, it is to the sight of her brother's tented
gabardines rather than any immediate threat to her own personage.  "Oh
Steve," she breathes, seeing for the first time what the girls at school
gigglingly refer to as a "hard-on".  Steve's rage floods over the whisper
of his little sister, and her comment simply does not register.  He grabs
her arm roughly, and thrusts her out of her reverie.  She turns and bites
down on his clamping hand.  He screeches in anger and lets her go, Pepper
scrambles to her feet and heads for her room, thinking to lock the door
behind her.

Laughing wildly in a flight-or-fight frenzy, Pepper thunders up the stairs
with Steve a hot breath behind her.  "I'll kill you when I get ahold of
you, Penelope," he shouts, using her hated real name.  "You have to catch
me first, you pervert!" she gasps, twisting away from his grabbing hands. 
In another second she is through the door of her room and endeavoring to
push it closed behind her.  But Steve is too close, too close, and with a
squeal she is flung back across the room as he uses his strength to batter
the door wide open.  Now a look of fear flitters across her face. Her
brother crosses the room in a single stride and grabs her arm again,
dangling her as if she were a rag doll. "You little brat!" he sneers, "what
the hell do you know about anything anyway?  Why do you think you can run my
damn life?  You act more like my mother...or my wife...than my kid sister!
I'm going to teach you a lesson you're never gonna forget!!"  He shakes her
like a cat shakes a mouse, and a little sob escapes her.  She suddenly feels
terrible that he was so mad at her.  She adores him, she does, and she was
only trying, only trying...um...   His grip on her is powerful, and the way
he is shaking her, her thigh keeps banging against the front of him, where
the storm of his erection shows no signs of abating.  Pepper is awash in
powerful feelings she could not completely explain.

Steve drags her to the dresser, grabs her wide-backed hairbrush, and
hauls her back to the bed, sitting down heavily.  "You're gonna act like a
kid, I'm gonna treat you like one...just like Mom and Dad used to do, little
sis. I'm gonna spank your bottom with the hairbrush, and I'm gonna bare you
the way you bared Linda!"  Pepper is horrified.  "No, Steve, please...I am
sorry, really I am, I was stupid, please let me go, please..."  She is
frantic to get away, not so much because she fears the hairbrush (whose
sting she remembers clearly) but because she is mortified that her adored
older brother was going to take her pants down and paddle her as if she were
5 instead of 15.

Steve is in no mood to compromise. His strong hands make short work of her
cotton shorts, and he bends her across his knee and prisons her flailing hand
in the small of her back.  Pepper is humiliated at having her bottom up and
helpless, she kicks and wiggles before the spanking starts, begging
Steve to reconsider and let her up, promising exemplary behavior, an apology
to Linda, anything...  Her pleas trail off as she realizes that Steve is very
quiet except for his heavy, ragged breathing, and she becomes conscious of
her brother's rock hard erection pressing into the side of her belly.  Steve
stares at his sister's mature, lush bottom, pushed up and presented,
straining against the thin, pale blue nylon of her bikini panties.

She twists her neck and tries to look at him over her shoulder.  His face
bright red, he perspires slightly.  His black hair is pasted to his
neck by small rivulets of sweat, and his breath catches hoarsely in his throat. 

 "Are you gonna to spank me, Stevie?"  she gasps, wiggling her bottom 
almost imperceptibly.

It breaks the spell. <CRACK!!> <WHACK!!>  The hairbrush lands once on each
cheek, and the resulting shriek from Pepper urges Steve to more productive
work.  "OHHHH Steve, NOOOOO PlEEEEEEEase, GOD it STINGS!!!!" she cries,
wiggling and bucking for real.  "Good!," is all he can manage at first,
"Good! It's supposed to, you little brat!!"  He sets to spanking her in
earnest, covering the seat of her panties with stinging smacks of the brush,
and manhandling her back into position as she tries and tries again to
wiggle away.  After about the 20th, she is crying freely, and Steve decides
the time has come.  Gasping as he sets down the hairbrush down, he reaches 
for the waistband of the small panties.

"I said you were going to get it bare, brat, and that's what you are going to
get!!"

"Steeeeeeeeeve, no please, nooooooo, I'm gonna tell Mom...I will!"  "Oh
really?" Steve pauses.  "And are you going to tell her why I wanted to spank
you?  How do you think she'll like that?"  Pepper has visions of being
grounded until high school graduation, thinking bitterly that her parents
probably won't bat an eye that Steve had let the bimbo into the house to
begin with.  He gets away with everything.  Her slumping resignation lets Steve
know that Pepper has surrendered.  He slips his fingers into the waistband
of his sister's panties and pulls them down over her plump bottom.

She feels the jerk of his sex against her, and moans a little, re-arranging
herself so that it doesn't poke her so hard.  He slides the panties down to her
calves, and she wiggles on his lap, allowing her thighs to part just a bit.
She doesn't even know why, really.  Her bottom glows from the spanks he
has given her...a soft, warm sting that spreads to the soft, hot place she
often rubs at night, the place that makes her go all achy and creamy just
before her belly tightens and she has to jerk hard against the heel of her
hand, seeing stars and sucking for breath.  She has the craziest thought just
now, just for a moment...she wants...she wants...oh God, is it so awful
that she loves Steve and she wants to feel his fingers there, instead of her
own...?

Her reverie is interrupted by the fire of the hairbrush on her bottom.
 "OOOWWWW, OOHHHHH GOD!!!!" she screams, as the sting drives all other
thoughts out of her head. In moments she is wiggling and kicking
frantically, as her brother 
paddles her bare behind scarlet.  "NOOOO, STEVE, PLEEEEEEASE, 
OOOWWWWWWWWW!!!" He makes sure she has another 20 on the bare before he 
stops, his chest heaving, tears in his own eyes.  He tosses the hairbrush
onto the floor and lets his sister lie there across his knees, sobbing as
if her heart is
broken.  "Sshhh, ssshhhhhh, it's all over, I'm sorry, Pepper, I am, but you
deserved it, you were such a brat, sshhhhh, ssshhhh..."  His hand reaches out
tentatively, hovering over the heated globes of her backside.  She arches her
bottom suddenly, and the inadvertant contact is electrifying.

His hand strays gently over her bottom, caressing, soothing, and his left
arm circles her more tightly, pulling her against his sex again, pushing
against her with a groan of resignation, as if acknowledging that he is
powerless to stop himself.

Her crying slows, then stops. Still she lies there, feeling his sex
against her, feeling his hand on her bottom.  "I love you, Steve," she
whispers.  "I love you!  Thank you for my spanking.."  "I love you too,
Pep...yeah, I do, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

She isn't sure why he is sorry, she only knows that her whole world is
focused on his big, strong hand, and what it is doing to her bottom.  She
arches again, letting her legs fall open just as his circling hand reaches
the apex of the lower slopes of her lush cheeks.  There is complete silence
in the room, except for the rasping of their breath as his hand slides down the
crimson slope and his fingers brush against the wet velvet of her
pussylips.  She bucks as if shocked, but he does not snatch his fingers away.

"Do you want this, baby?" he whispers in a strangled voice.  "I won't hurt
you, I won't ever hurt you, tell me you want this...please, Pep.."  He is in an
agony of arousal and guilt, teetering on the edge of monstrous sin and
craving the damnation.  She loves him enough to redeem him.  

"Yessss, oh yes please, Steve...pleeease" she moans, and pushes back against
his stroking fingers.  They rock together, his arm pulling her close enough
to rub his cock against her straining body, her bottom thrust lewdly up and
out, her thighs parted, his hand cupping her slippery puss, one finger
tentatively stroking her small, erect pearl.  She feels her belly clench, feels
the exquisite explosion made a thousand times hotter by the gentle fingers of
her darling brother, feels him jerk and moan against her, knows he is
spasming, coming in his pants, finding the same ecstasy with her she had
found with him.

When they are both quiet, he gathers her up and lies down on her bed with
her, holding her close as she trembles, pulling the comforter up, needing the
delicious sleep shared by children and lovers.

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