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This is fiction.  It is a 'Cinder-fella' story about boy who would trade
place with Cinderella as it would be a step up.  There are scenes of
spanking, shaving and sex among various teens.  If this subject is
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Big Sister, Little Brother
By
Y. Lee Coyote


My sister is five years older than I am and has always been aggressive
and tough like a tomboy even while still being feminine.  We were half
of the typical family until father died when I was seven.  After that
mother had to take a job working the swing shift which meant that my
sister effectively had a job also: caring for me, her kid brother, after
school -- a babysitter or more to the fact a substitute mom.

Our parents also believed in spanking us.  You know: "Spare the rod and
spoil the child."  The punishment procedure was quite formal to the
point of being a ritual.  Both parents would do it the same way.  First,
the errant kid would "discuss", i.e., be lectured, about the misconduct.
Second, he (or she) would be sent to his room to think about it.  Third,
he would return naked to the parent, ask forgiveness and, four, be
spanked OTK.  Finally, he was required to stand in the corner, still
naked, for some time exhibiting the red butt.  When I was little I
wasn't modest and frequently ran about naked.  But it was very different
when as part of this discipline procedure I had to be naked and fully
exposed to all. That is what I most hated about this regimen.  I once
got to see my sister this way and she was very  embarrassed.  She told
me that I better make myself very scarce the  next time or else; her
message was very clear.  Several times my sister's friends 'just
happened' to be visiting when I was being punished and they took great
delight in my humiliation and embarrassment.  In retrospect, I think
that mom liked this to happen and even encouraged (planned?) it.  By the
time my sister was thirteen, mom allowed her to wear a nightgown if I
was around.  I was always required to be naked even (particularly?) if
my sister and her friends were around.

About six months after dad died, one evening I did something naughty or
bad; I don't even remember exactly what, but it rated a spanking if mom
found out.  I knew it and, worse, so did my big sister.  She gave me a
choice (of sorts).  I could take a spanking from her immediately as per
the described script or wait for Saturday morning for mom to do it.  To
help me make a decision, she told me she expected that two of her
friends would be visiting then and she was sure that they would enjoy
the show.  I accepted her offer and she began the ritual.  A half hour
later I returned, naked and for the spanking that I had earned.  She
promptly obliged by putting me over her lap.  She hit as hard as mom did
and in a few minutes I was crying like a seven year old should when
spanked.  While doing my corner time, my solace was that her friends
wouldn't see me naked and getting spanked nor would I have to dread the
weekend.  Also, my sister would see me naked and embarrassed regardless
of which option I choose.

In her role as substitute mon my sister completely rescinded the even
little privacy that a kid usually has.  Not only did she check my
homework she also very intimately (intrusively!) supervised my baths,
toilet use and dressing.  Even when she did not actually give me a bath,
she never allowed me to close the bathroom door or, even, the bedroom
door.  Being naked and eliminating with my sister watching became as
natural for me as it does for a pet dog.  If I was sick, she would act
the nurse and meticulously take my temperature rectally, of course, very
frequently because she knew I hated it.  She took even greater pleasure
in solving another problem -- constipation.  I would have to wait naked
on the bed while she filled the enema bag and brought, dangling on the
IV stand, it to my room.  She did it two ways.  Sometimes I would lie
prone and she would spread my checks while other times she would have me
on my back and make me lift my legs.  In either case she would then put
some grease on and into my butt hole handling me as much as she could.
After she pulled her finger out she would shove the nozzle in (ouch) and
hold me in place until the bag emptied and then for another agonizing
ten minutes.  Then I would run to the toilet and let it out along with
every else, when she permitted me.

By the time I was ten or eleven, I really tried to get some privacy but
I was trapped.  Between "Don't be shy; it isn't any different from what
I saw last week." and "Do you want mom to know about whatever." she kept
her control of me.  Her best friends even became part of this for
sometime while I was doing my meditating before a spanking she would
invite her friend over to watch the rest of the show.  She even videoed
it a couple of times so that they had tapes of me naked and being
spanked.  Once they even taped me when she was giving me an enema.  "How
would you like your friends to see that?" she asked.  I was virtually
her slave after that.  The job mom had kept her tired much of the time
so she never considered why I minded my sister so well and never, ever
was the pesky little brat that kid brothers are expected to be.  She
just enjoyed the peace and quiet.  Correspondingly, my sister enjoyed
dominating me and she could always maintain control.

My sister was always physically bigger and stronger then I was which
made it harder to resist even as I got older.  She even devised a
tickling torture game.  She would tickle me and if I could keep from
yelling for a minute then I would be free of the game for at least two
days.  If not, I had to stop resisting and yield to her mis-handling
(pun intended) of me.  I usually ended up naked and frequently spanked
(although gently).  I really hated this game and just the theat of if
made me very responsive to her wishes.  There was a complication to this
game.  Excessive tickling would make me lose control and pee in my
pants.  This got me a spanking and put into a diaper for the night.  In
order to avoid this fate, particularly if any of her friends were there,
I would stop resisting very soon and assume the spread-eagle yield
position if I felt that I might pee in the hope that she would be
kinder.  She loved to get me naked and embarrassed before her friends.

It wasn't just her girlfriends that she showed me off to but also to her
boyfriends.  Instead of watching a tape or TV they would play with me
not a playmate but as a toy.  Her favorite game was house.  I was a
naughty boy and would have to be spanked.  Most of the guys liked the
game for they blamed me for not being somewhere else with my sister.
Others pretended that I was their own nuisance of a kid brother or that
they had turned the tables on their dominating older brothers and really
tanned my butt.  One thing that they had in common was that they all got
very hard erections that I could feel through their pants while I was
across their laps.  Once on a night that I had been put in a diaper, my
sister and her boyfriend came and woke me up.  They tickled me hard and
long until I both cried and wet my diaper.  I was required to stay wet
until morning.

When I was just I little into puberty and just getting some pubic hairs
I messed up late one Saturday afternoon.  After mon had lectured me she
said if she wasn't so tried that she would spank me.  My big sister then
volunteered to do it.  After finding out how much my sister had been
doing her job and, in particular, that she had been spanking me for
literally half my life, mom ordered me to go to my room to get ready.  I
protested that I was grown up and even had pubic hair.  "Don't worry
about it son," she said "that's not a problem at all."  Mom then told
sis to take me to the bath room and shave my crotch so that I wouldn't
be embarrassed mistakenly thinking that I was a man when I was being
spanked over her knee.  I tried to protest because of what the guys
would say in the school shower but mom wouldn't hear anything.  As sis
dragged me to the bathroom, I pleaded with her not to shave me but just
to spank me.  "No way, boy" she said, "we're going to do just what mon
said.  I sure it will be fun; lots and lots of fun."  Then she added "If
you resist I'll get my boyfriend, Chuck to help."  I went compliantly
after that.  Chuck was a big hunk who did not like me and sis did not
make idle threats.  As he already told me that my butt was even cuter
than my sister's, there was even the additional possibility that he
would then fuck me in front of my sister.

While I stripped and got into the bath tub, she set up the camcorder to
tape this event.  I knew that I was totally impotent in this situation.
So impotent about what was happening that my usual semi-hard to hard
teen cock was as soft as could be.  After ordering me to keep my hands
behind my back sis wet my crotch down with warm water from the shower
hose and covered my pubes with shaving cream.  Then with a fresh sharp
blade in the razor she removed the beginnings of my small bush as I
watched with consternation.  After rinsing me off she dried me and sent
me to my room to contemplate my upcoming spanking.  A half hour latter
as she put me over her knee Mom was watching and encouraged her to make
me really feel it.  Then as I stood in the corner with my red butt
hanging out, mom told sis that she wanted her to take charge of me full
time -- officially.  She then told how she had kept dad shaved for years
and that made him much easier to manage.  Mom also counseled that I be
kept hairless for a while so that I would remember that I was still just
a boy.  Sis said that sounded like a great idea and mused that least six
months would be needed -- at a minimum.  She shaved me once a week to
keep me hairless for the rest of the term and through the summer
vacation.  She sometimes had her best friend help her to show how she
still controlled me.

When school restarted in the fall I was starting my junior year and I
begged her to let me have hair for school like almost all my classmates.
With more than her usual glee she shaved me extra close the night before
school reopened and then told me I would have a choice the next week.
The first option was that she would continue shave me every week and my
classmates would just think that I was late in getting hair.  The second
was that she wouldn't shave me unless I earned three spankings in any
five week period and then I would have the 'fun' of explaining why I
suddenly had bald pubes to my presumably hairy-crotch classmates.  I
knew that she would certainly be able to find reasons to spank me that
often and thus shave me again in mid-term.  So the next week when she
asked for my decision; I did not have one, but just begged her again to
be kind and merciful.  "Very well" she declared "as you can not make a
decision you are obviously still a just boy, therefore you must continue
look like a boy."  I was already naked as per her instructions as she
led me into the bath room where she covered my crotch with a depilatory.
In a few minutes I showered to wash the cream off and I was as smooth as
a baby.  She then made me "tinkle", rubbed some body lotion on my pubic
area and put me to bed like a little boy.  She even gave me my old teddy
bear.  I cried myself to sleep as I then realized that I was going to be
her little boy for a long time.  I expected then that it would be likely
that I would be the only one with smooth pubes in my graduating class
because she wished it and has the power to do it.

At winter recess mom unexpectedly had to go to visit her sick sister and
my sister had previously made plans to stay with Chuck.  As I couldn't
stay alone it was decided that I would go with my sister.  Chuck's
brother, Terry, was two years younger than I and we could kept each
other amused.  Terry was like his older brother -- big, strong and
aggressive.  The night before we went, my sister shaved me and told me
that I had better listen to what I'm told or she would spank me --
bare-assed -- before Chuck and Terry.  Also, since I was a guest, I
should do as my host, Terry, wanted.  This last instruction was not at
all required as Terry immediately established his dominance over me with
amazing ease.  With a bit of supposed playful wresting Terry showed me
that he could control me totally.  In just two minutes I was flat on my
back with him on my chest.  He saw that I was looking at his hard cock
straining at his jeans.  "Now we all know who's top dog." he said and I
nodded submissively.

Latter when we were getting ready for bed, I showered first and put on a
fresh pair of briefs.  When he came out he was nude with his fully
mature equipment already half hard and sporting a full bush before he
was even thirteen.  He ordered me to strip for him and then made me turn
around so that he could inspect me.  After years of directions from my
sister, I was conditioned to follow such orders particularly knowing
that he could easily force me to do as he desired.  "Chuck was right;
you do have a very cute butt and you been shaved." he stated very
frankly after feeling my pubes.  As he pulled down the covers on the bed
for action, he asked: "Do you like -- to suck first or get fucked
first?"

"I don't do either" I said in my most masculine voice.

He just laughed.  "If you don't do as I say then you're not a good
little boy and I'm going to spank you; so what will it be?"  When I
didn't respond.  He grabbed me, sat down on the bed and pulled me into
spanking position.  As his hand reddened my ass I could feel his cock
get very hard.  The spanking, of course, put me into a extremely docile
and submissive state.

After a few minutes he just pushed me down on the bed and sat on my
chest like he had earlier in the day but now he was playing with his
already hard man-tool.  I shook my head no and he said: "You're goin'
to; will it be the easy way or the hard way?" he asked taking my balls
in his strong grip.  I got the message and opened my mouth as he leaned
forward.  I was sucking my first cock because a ninth grader had told me
to.  As I was being used I somehow felt good although I did not
understand why.  After a few minutes he shot his load and kept in me
until I swallowed it all.  Still hard, he moved between my legs and
lifted them up exposing my ass hole to his still rampant cock.  (This
was like my sister giving me an enema.)

"Please be gentle; it's my first time, Terry." I pleaded.  He smiled as
he pressed forward and my hole yielded to his hard man cock first the
first time.  Occasionally I had jerked off, but this was really
different as he rubbed against my prostate.  I came before he did,
shooting a mess of come over my own chest.  He gave a mighty roar has he
came in me for the second time in just a few minutes.

Suddenly I heard Chuck saying: "Congratulations, Terry, you won the bet
by getting both his cherries in less than a half hour."  I looked and
saw both Chuck and my sister standing there.

"Would you like sloppy seconds, brother?" he asked Chuck.

"Not tonight; I have something much better."

As she left my sister said: "Have fun, boys."  Predictably, he was
always in control and refused even to play with my dick.  He called it
"a baby's little hairless pee-pee" and told me that I was a
pussy-whipped sissy.  All that night he constantly used one end or the
other of me.  I learnt how to suck his cock and balls to please him and
even to rim him.  Once when I tried to refuse, he just turned me over
and gave me a few very hard slaps on my ass to remind me of my
subservient role.  After that I did what ever he wanted immediately like
an obedient little boy.

In the morning when he decided he wanted to get up, he announced that
this would be the last fuck of the night.  He had me prone and was on
top of me.  He took his time and made it last.  After he came he told me
to keep still and held me down (not that I could go anywhere).  Then I
realized that my gut started to feel full and recognized the sensation;
it felt like an enema.  He was pissing in me.

When I returned from my shower, I looked for my bag.  It did not have my
clothes in it but a girl's dress and panties.  My jeans and other
clothes were nowhere to be found.  Terry was not helpful at all.  He
even said that the dress in the bag was "a nice little girls' dress and
that I would look very pretty in it."  Then he added: "Wear what you
brought or nothing but don't take anything of mine; I don't want a sissy
boy (or is it girl) in my clothes."  He dressed quickly going off to
breakfast and left me alone with my dilemma.

Of course my sister had done this for she wanted me in that dress, but
what should I do?  I almost went out naked but imagined that my sister
would immediately order me back to put on the dress.  Then I would end
up both being ordered publicly to wear the dress and wearing it.  I
chose to put it on.  It was very short so I also added the frilly pink
panties that were also in my bag to cover my crotch both fore and aft.
They were all waiting for me downstairs.  Chuck laughed, Terry
wolf-whistled and my sister said that I looked very pretty in the dress.
Over breakfast, Terry told how he used me all night and again offered me
to his brother.  Chuck said that he had the real thing but just for the
fun of it, later.  He also said to my sister that she was right
predicting that I would NOT have the guts to come down naked or in a
towel, to look for my clothes or to use Terry's.  She continued that we
should keep him in the dress all week since he put it on by his own free
will.  To insure this Terry took my clothes which were just on the
sideboard and locked them in a cabinet.

I was very embarrassed and ashamed.  Now I also knew that I had really
made the wrong choice by putting on the dress and I had a premonition
that it would haunt me for a long time.  They had tested me and I had
failed ignobly.  Like with the shaving decision at the beginning of the
term I couldn't make a decision like man; I was still just a little boy
like my sister said.  They all thought that it was great fun having me
go to the door when the supper delivery came.  I'm sure that guy really
stared at me since they wet my panties so that they were almost
transparent.  That night was pretty good for I liked the way Terry's
cock fit into my holes.

At noon the next day, my sister told Terry that the time was up and he
had lost his bet.  The stakes had been high: if Terry won he had to
right to fuck and shave my sister but if he lost she would shave him
while his brother fucked him.  And it had all been up to me -- all I had
to do was to show some spunk just once by asserting myself and Terry
would have won.  "A man does not welch on his bets." he declared and he
went upstairs.  He returned a few minutes later naked.  He gave his
brother some lube and my sister a hair clipper and shaving stuff.  We
all went into the family room where Terry got down on all-fours.  His
brother greased up his ass hole and his own ridged tool and entered his
kid brother doggy style.  After a few minutes my sister told them to
stop and they changed positions.  Chuck was sitting with Terry, still
impaled on his rod, on his lap with his pubes all exposed.  My sister
was over joyed as she carefully used the clippers reducing Terry's thick
pubic forest to clear-cut stubble.  Then she covered the area with
shaving cream and made him smooth like a little boy.  His hard cock
seamed even bigger without the base being obscured by his big bush.

They resumed the doggy position and my sister ordered me to suck him as
his brother fucked him.  Then she announced that since Terry had been so
courageous about this he deserved a reward.  She slipped off her panties
and allowed Terry to lick her pussy.  When they had finished, Chuck told
Terry that he was proud of how he lived up to his bargains even when it
was unpleasant.  "Hey, sissy wimp lie down here on the floor" Terry
ordered and then sat on my face.  "Eat out my ass hole, sissy." he
commanded further.  His brother's come was very good.

That night there was an envelope from my sister on Terry's bed
containing two cards.  The first done like a business ad was for "A FREE
Shave by the Mistress".  The second was a little note giving Terry full
authority over me as long as my sister had control along with a
recommendation that I needed a good spanking.  The first card was
useless but, as we went to the same school, he appreciated the second
one: "It will be real nice having a junior to do my bidding at school
and to fuck every afternoon.  I wouldn't be able to find a girl that
frequently and they require lots of attention.  I was appalled for it
now meant that I would have to submit to him all the time particularly
at school.

After removing the dress, but not the panties, I knelt before my young
master and took his hard cock into my mouth.  I noted that without hair,
he looked even bigger than the previous time.  Later I asked him what he
was going to do in the school shower to explained the hair loss.  "No
problem," he confidently replied, "I'll just say I did it to win a
hundred dollar bet."  He then explained that "I've been lusting for your
sister for months and this was the only possible chance I had to get
her.  Besides I did get to go down on her and rights to you, pussy boy,
forever -- and you're a good fuck.  By the way, I like you smooth and
I'll shave you if your sister doesn't.  I think you'll like being my
boy."

He was right, I did like the idea very much.  Then I got very bold (at
least for me) and asked "But as your boy, I shouldn't wear a dress.
Please let me have my pants back, Teddy."

"What will you give me?"  I thought a bit, but realized that I did not
have anything to bargain with since he already had me and told him so.
He then said no dress but the girl's panties for three weeks.  We
settled on two weeks total but not pink or with lace after school
started.  "Enough of this chatter, boy, start sucking my rod."

This was the start.  From that day one Terry and I saw a lot of each
other.  On most days he came over after school and we fucked and sucked.
He kept me hairless as he promised and I was definitely his obedient
pussy boy.  In some ways he was even stricter than my sister and was
always in control.  I was never allowed to see any one else.  My sister
also insisted that I do more and more about the house so I even became a
proficient housekeeper.

During this time, Chuck and my sister broke up.  She found another guy
who was even more submissive than I and took control of him.  Within the
first week, she gave the guy a full shave and told him that he had to do
it himself every day from then on.  She turned him into a maid and
sometimes she would have some friends over who also had 'maids' for a
party.  Once she had to take a trip but he had to remain so she put him
under lock and key literally with the help of her best friend.  He was
stripped and forced to soak his cock and balls in ice water until they
were practically frozen.  Then without warning him, she grabbed his
sniveled numb cock pulled the foreskin forward and punched two sets of
holes through it using a leather punch.  She plunged it back into the
ice water and the bleeding soon stopped.  Then she slipped a small lock
through the holes and snapped it shut.  She had infibulated him!  Even
after she returned from her trip the lock remained in place.
Periodically she would remove it, so that he could clean under the
foreskin.  He was definitely hers.

Terry did find a girlfriend later that year.  They enjoyed coming over
to my house where they could fuck and both be served by me.  Most of the
time, however, Terry came over by himself.  I liked that better; much
better.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L., March 18, 1999

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