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Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 04:10:03 -0500
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TEACHER - PART THIRTY-SEVEN

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	While the junior high section of the Royal Glencoe
Academy for Boys was abuzz with rumours about what had
happened in the boys washroom the previous day,
rumours were flying at William Cleaver High School
also, about Derry Epstein and Evert Lang supposedly
giving each other an enema in front of a web cam on
the weekend, which renewed gossip about the wild party
Kenneth Ballard had put on almost two months ago in
which several participants, including Derry and Evert,
had not just gotten totally smashed out of their
skulls, which was routine for three-quarters of the
high school student body and barely worthy of a
mention the Monday immediately following the party,
but had engaged in some very risque and outrageous
behaviour.
	"Well, that wouldn't surprise me at all," observed
Tracey as she and her best friend and fellow
cheerleader, Rita, huddled together in the cafeteria. 
"Remember how like Derry knew all about how to give
little Dominic an enema at the party at Kenneth's?"
	"You're so right.  And Evert knew an awful lot about
enemas and water sports, more than just from reading
porn on the Internet," agreed Rita.
	"Makes you like wonder just what Derry and Lana do on
their dates," commented Tracey cattily.  "She did
agree rather readily to a pissing contest with
Stephanie that night." 
	"Of course, we should talk," observed Rita, causing
the two girls to giggle.
	"You know, for a month afterward I so couldn't get
over that I actually put my lips to a little boy's
butthole and drank beer from it!"
	"He did have the cutest, tightest little bubble boy
butt though, you have to admit."
	"And the cutest little dickey and set of balls."  The
two girls giggled again as they thought back to the
party.
	"It was so cute seeing him pee."
	"What was totally cute was him and Kenneth wearing
the same style and colour of thong!"
	"Oh yeah!"
	"Little Dominic certainly was the star of the party
that night."
	"Well, he was the guest of honour after all.  It was
his thirteenth birthday party."
	"It was Dominic's birthday party?  His thirteenth? 
Who are you talking about?"
	Rita and Tracey turned around quickly.  They had been
so intent on their conversation they not heard Nicole
come up behind them.  Figuring they were talking about
Evert and Derry, Nicole had been particularly quiet,
hoping to overhear something juicy.  Rita and Tracey
glanced at each other, not knowing what to say.
	"What are you talking about!"
	"Ah, nothing," Rita said.  "I, ah, so got to go," she
said hurriedly as she got to her feet.
	"Yeah, like me too.  Ah, cheerleading stuff."  Tracey
got to her feet also.
	"Yeah, cheerleading stuff."
	Nicole watched the two girls hurry from the room. 
Who were they fooling?  Glancing about the room, she
spotted Kurt Jennings, Tracey's boyfriend, in the
cafeteria line with several of his football buddies. 
She marched over to him.
	"That party Kenneth had at his house in December,
what was it for?" she blurted, interrupting his
conversation with his teammates.
	"For?" asked Kurt.
	"Yes, why did he have it?"
	"Ah, why don't you ask him, Nikki?"
	"Was my kid brother there?"
	"I think he's the one you need to ask that question
to."
	Kurt was evading her questions, and clearly
uncomfortable.  So were his teammates.
	"Why won't you tell me?  Why won't anyone tell me
anything?" she screamed.  Half the cafeteria,
including several teachers, glanced their way. 
Frustrated, Nicole stormed out of the room.  She was
so angry she could not think straight.  Kenneth, her
boyfriend Kenneth, had a birthday party for her kid
brother, knowing that they didn't celebrate Dominic's
birthday for a very good reason?  A party where they'd
seen Dominic's butt?  And other things?  What was
going on?  She went in search for Kenneth but could
not find him anywhere.  That was most unusual.  They
always had lunch together if he wasn't involved in
football practice.  He was at school, but hadn't been
with the rest of the team when they'd come into the
cafeteria.  Someone had probably warned him.  Rita or
Tracey.
	Suddenly it made sense, all of it.  For the past two
months people had been commenting on how cute her
brother was, her and Kenneth's classmates. What were
sixteen and seventeen-year-old seniors and sophomores
doing commenting on how cute a little
thirteen-year-old grade eight snot was?  Not only did
they comment about how cute he was, but they actually
were adoring him, saying how charming he was, how
lovable, how he had such thin, kissable lips, such
cute freckles on his nose.  How dare Kenneth have a
party for her brother!  And how dare he not invite
her!  That Kenneth wasn't around to pick her up and
take her home at the end of the school day only
further supported her suspicion he was avoiding her
and fueled her anger.
	By the time Dominic arrived home, she was livid, and
having nobody else to take her anger out on, she took
it out on him.  "So!  It's about time you got home!" 
Dominic looked up at her, knowing right away from the
furrows in her brow and the blaze in her eyes that
whatever was wrong there was no arguing with her. 
Maybe she was having one of those girl things, her
period.  He wisely said nothing.  "Strip!"
	"Huh?"
	"You heard me.  Strip.  Naked.  Right now!"
	"Why?"
	"Because I said so," she said as she stepped up to
him and glowered at him.  "Now strip!" she screamed.
	Why she was totally angry with him he had no idea,
but he put down his backpack and began to unbutton his
shirt right there in the entryway.  Dropping it on the
floor, he eased off his runners, and then pulling down
his fly and undoing his belt, he unsnapped his jeans
and pushed them down.  He was wearing the navy blue
thong that Kenneth had bought him, the same make and
style thong as Kenneth wore.  Seeing it seemed to get
Nicole all the more angry.  She of course knew that
Kenneth wore the same type of underwear, and that her
kid brother was wearing the same she did not find cute
in the slightest.
	"Your underwear too!"
	"No way!"  Jeez, she was his sister, and she was
seventeen and he was only thirteen.
	"I'll teach you to talk back to me," she snapped,
suddenly reaching over and before he could pull away,
grabbing him by the ear.  Giving it such a yank and
twist he was sure it was half ripped off, she began to
drag him upstairs.  Yelping and protesting, he
stumbled up the stairs with her and down the hall to
the bathroom.  Tossing him into the upstairs bathroom,
she stepped in behind him, and grabbing his thong, she
yanked it down, practically keeling him over.
	"Take a pee!"
	"What?" he asked in surprise.  She'd gone totally
bonkers!
	"Everyone thinks you're so bloody cute, that your
little dinky is so cute, that watching you pee is so
cute, then let's see you bloody well pee!"
	She was ranting like a madwoman.  Who thought he was
cute?  What did she mean they thought his dick was
cute?  Who thought watching him pee was cute?  None of
it made any sense.  As she raised her hand to strike
him, he turned and stood before the toilet.  He really
didn't have to pee, but he managed to let loose a
brief, weak stream.  As the stream hit the water in
the bowl the bubbling noise seemed so loud.  His
cheeks turned a bright red.  Totally embarrassed, he
stood there in total confusion as his sister watched
him and then turned him around, this way and that,
examining him closely as if she'd never seen a guy
naked before, which maybe she hadn't.  She certainly
had never seen him naked before.  Not until now.
	"Now take a crap."
	Dominic was about to open his mouth but thought
better of it.  He sat on the toilet, and even more
embarrassed than before, he pushed out with his
stomach muscles, opening his sphincter and straining
to take a shit.  He had no more need to do that than
he had to take a leak, but after a lot of straining he
managed two tiny, little turds.
	"Oh cute.  Oh, such a cute little boy," Nicole said
sarcastically, making no sense at all.  "Now wipe
yourself off.  And make sure you're clean."
	Blushing a bright crimson, Dominic reached over and
taking a couple sheets of toilet paper, leaned on his
left cheek and wiped his anus.  He took several more
and repeated the process while his sister stood there
towering over him, watching his every move.  He
hesitantly got to his feet.
	"Now turn around and bend over and show me your
butthole."
	"Ah, com'on!" he finally protested.  This was too
much.
	Before he could defend himself, Nicole spun him
around and solidly slapped his backside so strongly it
smarted.  "Do it!" the witch screamed.
	He bend over and pulled apart his asscheeks.  Nikki
had bullied him and pushed him around ever since his
mom had died, which meant all his life, as far back as
he could remember.  Never, though, had she acted as
angrily as she was today, and never had she ever
ordered him to do the things she was ordering him to
do today.  Closely inspecting his hole, she ordered
him to wipe it some more, muttering something about
not seeing anything cute about it at all.  He had to
wipe himself several times before she was finally
satisfied he was clean. Picking up his thong off the
floor where she'd tossed it, she shoved it in his face
and told him to smell it, again muttering what a cute
boy he was, and if they could only see him now,
whomever "they" were.
	"Now wash your hands and make sure they're totally
clean and get dressed and start making us supper!" she
ordered gruffly, turning and marching down the hall. 
"And don't you tell daddy anything about this!" she
added, tossing him a warning look over her shoulder.
	Telling him to start making their supper was the only
sensible thing she'd said since he'd arrived home.  It
had been his chore to make the family supper for the
past two and a half years now, since Nikki had started
high school and had convinced their father Dominic
should do it as she had homework to do, and he didn't
have as many chores as she did, which was totally
false on all accounts.  As usual, she'd gotten her
way.  As for warning him not to tell his father, that
made no sense.  He'd never tell his father about
something like what she'd made him do, and even if he
was dumb enough to do so, his father would never
believe him anyway, and certainly not if it was a
choice between believing him or believing Nicole.
	She said nothing to him about what they'd done that
evening, nor the next morning as they had breakfast
nor on the way to school.  In fact she totally ignored
him, like she always had in the past, and he figured
whatever had been bothering her she'd gotten over it. 
Girls, who could understand them?  He certainly
couldn't.  He probably never would.  Being excessively
shy and quiet, he was even more so around girls.  That
any girl would ever be interested in him, or even just
want to be a friend, was highly unlikely.  That he
didn't really care.  He much preferred the company of
guys anyway.
	When he arrived home on Wednesday, Nicole was waiting
for him, and evidently had not gotten over whatever it
was that was bugging her after all.  Once again she
demanded that he remove his clothes, all of them, even
his socks this time.  Once again she turned him this
way and that, examining his body from every angle,
muttering away to herself and growing angrier and
angrier by the moment, saying things like that
everyone was avoiding her, and that everyone was
keeping the truth from her, even though he did
everything she told him to.  Again she made him pee
and take a crap in front of her, snapping at him
angrily that he was holding back on her because he
could barely maintain a stream for more than a couple
seconds, and all he could manage were two tiny little
turds the size of rabbit pellets.  She was hysterical
by then, saying everyone was holding back on her, and
that she didn't know why but she could tell because
they all looked guilty, and that he'd better tell her
what they were refusing to or else.  He hadn't a clue
what she was ranting about.
	Again she made him clean himself thoroughly, but this
time while he was bent over she grabbed container of
liquid soap and roughly rammed the nozzle up his
rectum and squirted a stream of soap up his rectum,
telling him his butthole was filthy and ugly and that
he was filthy and ugly.  Unable to help himself so
filled with humiliation and confusion, he retorted she
was ugly too, uglier than a butthole.  In response she
spun him around and slapped him with the open palm of
her hand, not his face, but his tiny, prepubescent boy
balls, causing him to crumple to the bathroom floor in
agony.  As he knelt there doubled over with the
excruciating pain between his legs, he heard her
muttering that Kenneth came over every day to be with
her, not to be with him, and that she was the cute
one, not him.  In a total rage, she stormed out of the
bathroom and left him kneeling there on the floor in
the worst pain a boy can know.
	Thursday Dominic debated if he should go straight
home after school as his father had demanded he do way
back when he was still in elementary school, fearing a
repeat of the previous two days, but it was his
responsibility to begin supper, and he knew his father
would be angry if he didn't.  Even though his father
totally ignored him and could not even bear to be in
the same room as him he reminded him so much of his
mother and her death, Dominic wanted nothing more
desperately in the world than to please him, to have
his love.  Well, that and punish Nicole for the way
she treated him, especially this week.  Not really
having any choice, he trudged home with heavy heart. 
Again the minute he was in the door she demanded he
strip naked, there in the entry way.  It was useless
to refuse.  Although she was not that strong, and was
a girl, she was four years older than he was and he
was expected to obey her, and besides, he was of a
shy, compliant nature.
	"Why are you being so mean to me?" he asked,
practically in tears as he began removing his clothes.
 Never, not in all his life, had he ever treated her
cruelly.
	"I know about the party," she replied coldly as she
glared at him.
	"Party?"
	"Don't play innocent with me," she snapped.  "I know
about the party Kenneth had at his house for you.  He
admitted it at school today."
	"Okay.  So he had a party for me."
	"What did you do?"
	"Just had a party.  You know, party stuff, had cake
and stuff.  And presents.  The football jersey and
helmet."  Nicole had seen him wearing the jersey.  It
had been his favorite and he'd worn it almost every
day for the three weeks afterward, except the days it
was in the wash of course.  And he wore the helmet
whenever he and Kenneth played football, which was
practically every weekend.
	"Don't play cute with me," she said, grabbing him
roughly and shoving him up the stairs.  "Everyone
thinks you're oh so cute.  That you got such a cute
little bubble butt.  How come they would say that?"
	"I dunno," he lied.  How could he tell her that
they'd played strip poker, and had gotten drunk, and
that they'd filled his rectum with beer and had drunk
out of it.  He couldn't tell his sister something like
that.  And he knew if he did she'd go straight to
their father, and his father would go straight to the
police.  Kenneth would get in trouble, maybe go to
jail.  They were all too young to be drinking, and
he'd especially get in trouble for giving someone his
age alcohol.  And there was the sex stuff.  He could
never let that happen.
	Sitting on the toilet, she grabbed him and threw him
across her lap.  "Liar!" she accused as her hand
descended.  "Liar!  Liar!  Liar!"  With each word she
slapped his naked butt harder and harder.  "Tell me
what you did at the party."
	"That's none of your business."
	"Tell me!" she demanded, slapping his ass cheeks
again.  She was seventeen and he was thirteen.  He was
fit, and these past two months playing football with
Kenneth every chance they got he was developing some
nice muscles, especially his biceps and his deltoids,
and his thigh muscles, but he was small for his age,
the smallest boy in all the grade seven classes at
Lincoln Junior High.  Though he was strong for his age
and size, he was no match for an angry, jealous
seventeen-year-old girl.
	"No," he said defiantly.  He couldn't.  He'd never do
anything that might cause Kenneth trouble, no matter
what she did.
	His obstinance only got her angrier.  She slapped his
ass harder and harder in her anger and her
frustration.  It was not like Dominic to disobey her. 
She slapped so hard the palm of her hand was stinging.
 That was nothing compared to the pain in Dominic's
now crimson ass.  Each smack sent razor sharp pain
shooting through his now tenderized backside.
	"If you won't tell me what you did, then tell me why
you won't tell me."
	That demand didn't make a lot of sense, and even if
it did, he couldn't explain to her.  How do you
explain to your sister you can't tell her what you and
her boyfriend did because it would get him in trouble?
	"I don't have to tell you everything I do," Dominic
replied, not knowing what else to say but unable to
take the pain any longer.
	To his relief she let him stand, but his relief was
brief.  Telling him to bend over and grab his ankles,
he did so with trepidation.  His anus was still sore
from yesterday when she'd rammed the nozzle of the
liquid soap dispenser up it.
	"For the last time, tell me what you and Kenny did at
the party, or else," she ordered.
	That was exactly what he couldn't do.  He tensed and
prepared himself for the or else.  Nicole had been
prepared for the or else also.  Taking her father's
mini massager out of her pocket, she attached the tip
with the spiral ridge like a screw, her favorite, and
placing the tip against her kid brother's anus, she
rammed it up his ass roughly and cruelly, not knowing
any better to use lube, and not knowing she'd have
gotten better results just applying the tip to his
sensitive, abused anus.  Fortunately for Dominic he
was used to finger fucking his ass when he fiddled
with himself, often doing it as he thought about the
time Cory had first fucked him and taken his prune, or
as he thought about how great it would be if Kenneth
were to fuck him.  Besides, the vibrator was not
large, four inches long and about the same thickness
as Cory's cock, just a little thicker than the AA
battery required to operate it.
	"Now tell me what you did at the party," she ordered
once again as she turned on the massager, "or I'll
make you leave this up your ass until Daddy comes home
and catches you with it up there."
	Dominic quivered as the vibrations sent waves of
stimulation through his anus and up his rectum. 
Designed to ease muscle tension and relieve stress,
the reasons her father had bought it, the designers
had made it out of durable, hard plastic resistant to
moisture and easy to clean, knowing that it would be
used for other purposes.  As a clit stimulator by a
seventeen-year-old virgin girl, or for anal torture on
the girl's thirteen-year-old brother were not two of
those uses.
	The first use Nicole had learned from one of her best
friends who had found a similar vibrator in the drawer
of the night stand in her parent's bedroom.  The
second use she'd discovered on her own while browsing
the Internet in search of a vibrator she could buy for
herself instead of sneaking her father's and finding a
porn site with short video clips to entice the viewers
to pay to enter the site, including one showing a girl
using the vibrator in just that way on her boyfriend.
	To her disappointment, Dominic didn't squirm at all
like the boy in the video clip, and despite her threat
and having the vibrator up his asshole for ten whole
minutes, far longer than she'd ever been able to stand
getting her clit stimulated, he refused to tell her
anything.  His dick did get swollen, like her clit
did, which she found intriguing, but that was not the
effect she was hoping for.  She was so angry at her
failure by that time she would have carried out her
threat to leave it there until her father came home,
but when she thought about that, she realized that
he'd hide it somewhere where she'd never be able to
find it, or lock it up, which would be just as bad. 
As much as she'd have enjoyed her kid brother's
humiliation and punishment, even that was not worth
denying herself the pleasure of the massager.  When
she finally removed it, Dominic could not help sighing
with relief.  Had his father found him he could not
even begin to imagine his punishment.
	Angry at her brother and at herself for not having
broken him, she grabbed his little, preadolescent
testicles and began to squeeze as she ordered him for
the last time to reveal what he and Kenneth had done
at the party.  Despite the excruciating pain, which
Dominic could not hide from her as he doubled over and
dropped to his knees, he would not give in.  If he had
to lose his balls to protect his lover so be it.  He
clenched his eyes and gritted his teeth as the most
terrible pain he'd ever felt shot through his tender
little balls.  As the room began to spin and he felt
blackness begin to close in on him, he reached out for
the toilet bowl to support himself.  At the last
moment she released him and grabbing the massager,
stomped out of the bathroom.
	Unable to take her harassment any longer and afraid
what she might do to him next, Dominic considered
going to Kenneth and telling him what Nicole had been
doing to him, but what Kenneth might do was just as
frightening.  He knew Kenneth would never stand by and
let him get hurt, and Kenneth could very well confess
to Nicole to protect him, which would mean she'd
definitely report what happened to his father, and
that would be the end of his relationship with
Kenneth, and Kenneth most likely would be punished by
his mother, or maybe even tossed in jail.  Or Kenneth
could tell Nikki that it was Dominic that he loved and
not her, which would surely send her off the deep end,
and the torture he'd been receiving this week would be
nothing compared to what she'd do next, though quite
honestly Dominic could not think of anything worse
than what she'd already done to him these past three
days.
	So, that Friday he went to the only person he could
think of that might be able to help him, Cory Wilson. 
That noon they walked to the Seven-Eleven together and
he revealed the problems he was having with his
sister, and confided in him the details of his
birthday party.
	"Sounds like a wicked party," Cory said with a wide
grin.  "Beer up the butt-I'll have to try that one!"
	"You can drink beer from my butt anytime," Dominic
replied, gazing admiringly at Cory with his pretty
steel-blue eyes as he brushed the long strand of blond
hair out of his face.  Quiet and shy, he was eager to
please others, and especially Cory.  Cory had been the
one who had introduced him to the joys of guy to guy
sex, something he would be forever thankful for. 
Realizing suddenly that hadn't exactly sounded like a
friendly offer, he began to turn crimson.  "I ... ah,
what I meant, was, ...," he stammered.  Cory grinned,
his green-blue eyes sparkling with amusement.  He
began to laugh, and Dominic joined him.
	"So you're afraid if you tell your sister the truth
about the party it would get Kenneth and the others in
trouble."
	"Yeah."
	"But she's hot for Kenneth.  She wouldn't do anything
to get him in trouble."
	"She might be hot for him, but she hates me more. 
Besides, if she finds out he likes me she'd be jealous
as heck."
	"Likes you?  From what you've told me sounds more
like love," Cory said with a grin.  Dominic's cheeks
turned crimson again and Cory couldn't help the ache
he felt in his loins.  Dominic looked so damn cute and
innocent when he blushed, and especially with those
pretty eyes.
	"So what am I gonna do?"
	"How do you feel about your sister?  You hate her as
much as you say she hates you?"
	"Oh no!" Dominic said, horrified by the idea.  No
matter what she did to him, she still was his sister. 
"I just wish she'd like me.  No, more than like. 
Love, like brothers and sisters are supposed to love
each other."
	"Even though she's been so bossy and mean to you?"
	"Yeah."
	"You don't want to get even with her for the way
she's treated you, especially this past week?"
	"Well, yeah, a little," Dominic admitted with a
guilty glance at Cory.
	"If you could wish anything at all, what would you
wish?"
	"I dunno," Dominic said with a shrug as he thought
about the question, "maybe, well, that I could boss
her around and stuff like she's been doing to me."  He
imagined what that would be like.  "No, not that.  I
wouldn't like being bossy.  I just wish there was
something she wanted that she couldn't have, to know
what it's like," he said, thinking about the attention
he desperately wanted from his father, or just a word
of kindness from her.
	"I think there already is something."
	"What?"
	"Kenneth," Cory said with a grin as they arrived at
the Seven-Eleven.  "Anyway, first thing is to put a
stop to what she's been doing to you."
	"How we gonna do that?"
	"Don't worry.  I'll think of something."
	Peeking out from behind the dining room curtains,
Nicole frowned as she saw Dominic coming up the walk
with another boy.  So the little twerp figured by
bringing home one of his dorky friends he'd avoid
their little after school session.  Well, she'd see
about that.  She was going to get the truth from him
today about the party and Kenneth no matter what.
	"Your friend can't stay," she said gruffly as she met
them at the door.  "You got to get supper started."
	"Cory's not staying.  He's just come by to get a book
I promised to borrow him."
	"That's loan him dumbo, not borrow him," she said
with a smug look.  "For someone whose always got his
nose in a book you'd think you'd know better," she
added sarcastically.  She'd always enjoyed putting him
down, that pouting, little boy hurt look giving her a
particular thrill, and it was all the better if she
could do it in front of one of his buddies, not that
her jerk brother had that many buddies.
	Flushed with embarrassment, Dominic glanced at Cory
and turned and hurried up the stairs to his room. 
Cory stared at Nicole and she stared back at him with
a haughty, intimidating look.  Dominic had some pretty
dorky friends, but this one had to be the dorkiest,
with this blank, stunned look on his face and the
goofiest crown sort of thing on his head, like a
little kid.  Mind you, he was a little kid, like her
brother.  She kept her eyes locked on his, determined
to out stare him.  That was not that easy.  It was
difficult to out stare someone who was looking at you
with this look like he had an IQ lower than his age. 
She concentrated on what she was going to do to
Dominic.  She'd give him an extra hard spanking today
for this delay, until his butt was as red and hot as
the coils on the stove.  Hotter.  As hot as her pussy
got when she was with Kenneth.  She'd make it burn and
itch just like her clit did when she used the massager
on it.  Maybe she'd use the massager on his dick. 
Make it get hard.  Make him ache like she ached for
Kenneth.  Better yet she'd make him make her clit
hard.  That would teach him not to be truthful with
her.
	"Nicole?  Nicole?  Nikki?"
	Nicole shook her head and glanced around.  "Where's
your friend?"
	"He's left."
	That was weird.  She hadn't noticed.  She'd been
standing there glaring at him and thinking about how
she was going to punish Dominic for delaying her
fun-well, not fun, but for delaying her from forcing
the truth out of him, and then she'd had those other
thoughts, about how she felt about Kenneth, how she
felt about humiliating and being cruel to Dominic,
about her most private fantasies and moments, all
related but not related in a jumble of thoughts and
feelings.  She hadn't noticed Dominic come back
downstairs, or his friend leave.  It was really weird.
 It just showed what happened when you tried to out
stare a moron.
	"Nicole?"
	She was doing it again.  She shook her head, her
long, strawberry blond hair sweeping through the air
and bouncing about her shoulders.  "Have you decided
to tell me the truth about the party at Kenneth's
now?"
	"I've nothing to tell you."
	"We'll see about that," she said with a smirk as she
grabbed his ear and gave it a particularly sharp
twist.  "You'll tell me," she promised as she began to
drag him up the stairs.  She would give him an extra
couple wallops on his oh so cute butt, and extra hard.
 She smiled, That was better.  She was back to her old
self.
	Dominic stumbled up the stairs beside her, his ear
feeling like it was going to come off.  He didn't know
what Cory had said to her while he was pretending to
get Cory a book like Cory had suggested so he and
Nicole could be alone, but whatever it was, it hadn't
worked.  In fact she seemed even angrier.  Well, Cory
had offered to come over and try.  He couldn't have
asked for more than that.  He'd been foolish thinking
Cory might be able to help him.  Nobody was going to
be able to change his sister.
	Again she made him strip in front of her, right
naked, humiliating and embarrassing him, telling him
with each article of clothing he could stop if he'd
just tell her what they did at the party, and why
Kenneth had given the party for him of all people.  Of
course Dominic could do neither.  Deciding to skip the
humiliation of making him perform his bodily functions
before her like he was a toddler she had to supervise
to make sure he went potty and wiped himself clean,
she went straight to the spanking.  Sitting down on
the toilet, she make him lay down on his belly across
her lap and she applied the first slap with a
resounding smack, just like she'd imagined downstairs.
 She'd smack him harder than she'd ever hit him
before.  Smack!  She'd make him pay for delaying her
inquisition.  Smack!  She'd make his cute little butt
so hot and itchy he'd have to stand during supper. 
Smack!  It would be as hot and itchy as her pussy was
getting.  Smack!
	Her pussy was getting hot and itchy.  With each solid
slap to Dominic's smooth buttocks she felt an itch rip
up her vagina.  With each red hand imprint she left on
his smooth, white skin she felt her clitoris swell and
ache to be touched.  She shifted her position on the
toilet so she could feel his tiny little dicklet
against her clit, separated by her panties and skirt,
and she slapped him with all her strength, causing him
to jerk and press down on her hot, itching clit.  She
forgot about asking about the party or Kenneth and
just slapped him, over and over, getting hotter and
hotter with each slap until she could stand the
itching between her legs no longer.
	Standing up, she lifted her skirt and pushed down her
panties, revealing her slit to him, and Dominic stood
there in surprise, staring at his sister's pussy.  It
was only the second pussy he'd ever seen in his life,
the other of course having been Cory's mother's back
when she'd caught him and Cory messing around, and to
his surprise, had ended up spreading her legs for him,
giving him the first and only fuck he'd ever had with
the opposite sex.  His sister's pussy was a lot
different from hers, smaller and the lips more slender
and tighter together, a gorgeous teenage pussy covered
by a tuft of fine strawberry blond hairs like a little
muff.  He stood there, stark naked, his backside
burning like it had never burnt before, staring at his
sister's most private and precious part.
	As she reached over and took his hand, he stood there
numbly, too surprised to resist.  She ran his
fingertips over her clit, which was already hard and
hot.  Electric shocks ripped through the swollen flesh
and she shuddered with pleasure.  This was even more
pleasant than using her own hand, even better than
using a vibrator.  She held his hand more tightly,
running his fingertips over her clit over and over,
brushing it, rubbing it, sending ripple after ripple
of pleasure through it and through her pussy.  She
opened and closed her labia in her growing heat, the
inner folds quickly becoming moist with her juices. 
She directed his cute little hand to her slit and
brushed the fingers up and down her crack and she
quivered with the lust and ache she felt between her
legs.  She'd never ached so badly in all her life, not
when she thought about the boys at school, not when
she imagined when she and Kenneth would some day make
love.  It hurt, but it was also the most pleasant
sensation she'd ever felt.
	Desperate now, she slipped his index finger between
her labia and ran it up and down the slit, and then
guided it inside her, just a little way, to the hot,
wet, inner lips.  She pulled his hand back away and
pushed it in that fraction of an inch, finger fucking
herself by using his finger, being careful not to go
so deep as to rupture her hymen.  She quivered with
the tremors ripping through her swollen, dripping
labia.  She grasped two fingers, his index and middle
finger, and inserted the tips up her hot, quivering
pussy.  Her hot, dripping cunt ached and desired them
like she'd never ached for her own fingers.  She
pumped his hand in and out rapidly with short, quick
little jabs, her breathing growing deeper and deeper,
faster and faster.  She arched her body with the
pleasure he was bringing her.  This would teach him to
hold back the truth from her.  This would teach him to
not tell her what he knew.
	She worked his hand to and fro frantically, jabbing
his fingers up her throbbing cunt, pulling them out
dripping with cunt juice and thrusting them in again. 
She closed her eyes and quivered with the throbbing
between her legs as she felt herself reaching that
point of ultimate pleasure.  Her body tensed with the
fear she would not reach it, growing more and more
apprehensive as it got closer and closer until she
exploded.  Shocks of pleasure ripped up her vagina,
through her swollen labia, and through her hard,
aching clitoris.  Her cunt throbbed and pulsated as
her cunt juices flowed from it like hot lava from an
erupting volcano. She arched her back and cried out
with the strongest, most wicked orgasm she'd ever felt
in her life.
	Gasping and panting, totally out of breath and
flushed so hot her face felt like it was burning, she
stood there in the bathroom, grasping her kid
brother's hand, her skirt pulled up and held against
her heaving belly with her other hand, her panties
about her ankles.  It had been the best orgasm she'd
ever had.  She stared at Dominic standing there in
front of her, stark naked, her hand grasping his
wrist, his hand dripping with her cunt juice, his
steel-blue eyes staring at her pussy in surprise, his
thin lips parted and his tongue running between them. 
What had she done!  Good God what had she done! 
Dropping his hand, she yanked up her panties and
turned and fled from the bathroom in total disgust.
	Kenneth dropped by after supper that night as he did
every Friday, but Nicole was in no frame of mind to
even talk to him, which was quite fine with Kenneth,
and with Dominic.  The recently turned thirteen year
old was still shaken up by the incident after school,
but he said nothing to the older teen, he simply
snuggled up to him, happy to just be held.  That was
quite fine with Kenneth too.  Up in her room, Nicole
sat on her bed, her legs drawn up to her chest as she
hugged herself tightly.  What had come over her?  How
could she have done what she had done?  It made no
sense.  Nor had the powerful orgasm she'd experienced.
 With her own brother!  That was so sick.
	When John Halder returned home from the high school
drama presentation he'd attended after supper as part
of his duties as Area Superintendent, he was not
surprised to see Kenneth Ballard's blue Civic Honda in
the driveway.  Kenneth and Nicole had been seeing each
other now for almost eight months, a long time for two
high school seniors.  He'd checked Kenneth out when
he'd first begun dating Nicole of course, and had kept
tabs on him since.  A good student and decent athlete,
his marks had improved tremendously, particularly
these past two months, as had his skills on the
football field.  He wasn't concerned about what they
might have been up to in his absence either.  Kenneth
was a Scout Venturer.  He'd never do something he
wasn't supposed to with a girl.  Besides, what could
they do with Dominic at home?
	Seeing the car pull up to the garage, Dominic and
Kenneth quickly pulled apart and as the door began to
open, Kenneth gave Dominic a quick kiss on the lips
and stood up to greet Dominic's father.
	"How was the play?" Dominic asked.
	"Where is Nicole?" his father asked as he glanced
around, ignoring his son's question.
	"She's up in her room," Kenneth replied, not
oblivious to the fact the man had totally ignored his
son and tensing with anger.  Seeing John Halder's
eyebrow rise and knowing he was wondering if his
daughter was in her bedroom where he'd been, he
quickly continued, "she wasn't feeling well tonight so
I spent the evening keeping Dominic company."
	"That was kind of you, but you needn't have," he said
abruptly.  "You shouldn't have bothered him," he
continued looking at Dominic sharply, his bushy black
eyebrows knitting together.
	"It was no bother," Kenneth objected, but the man
didn't hear.  He was already heading up the stairs to
check on Nicole.
	Dominic was embarrassed and humiliated by his
father's comments about and to him and his lack of
attention, but he smiled as Kenneth shrugged and gave
him a wink as he blew him a kiss before heading out
the door.  Kenneth's actions gave him a warm feeling,
one that lasted all the rest of the evening and all
night, and well into the next day.  Nicole spent the
evening and the next morning and early part of the
afternoon in her room brooding and worrying and
thinking.  She'd never felt so miserable in her whole
life.  Hearing her father leave to go shopping for
groceries, she came downstairs, finding Dominic in the
family room playing a game on his GameBoy, a football
game Kenneth had bought him.  They called it the
family room, though they never did use it as such, not
since Dominic's birth.
	"Come upstairs," she ordered coldly.
	Even though he was farther into the game than he'd
ever gotten, he shut it off and got to his feet.  He
knew his life was a lot better if he just did as she
said and tried not to anger her.  Instead of going
into the bathroom, she lead him into her bedroom.
	"You got off easy yesterday, you little brat," she
said.  Dominic stood there, staring at the floor. 
"Well, what are you waiting for?  Take your clothes
off cutie boy!"
	Today she'd find out what she wanted to know.  Their
father would be gone for several hours.  She had
plenty of time.  Today she'd find out what it was that
happened at the party that nobody would tell her. 
Today she'd find out just why it was that Kenneth had
taken such an interest in her little snot-nosed
brother.  He was a wimp, and so meek and quiet a mouse
looked as brave as a lion compared to him.  How could
anyone possibly like him?  Their father didn't.  She
certainly didn't.  Today she'd beat his scrawny little
butt bloody until he told her what she wanted to know.
 The more she thought about how much she hated him and
how much she wanted to hurt him the angrier and hotter
she became.  And, the angrier and hotter she became
the more aroused she found herself becoming.  That
made no sense, but she wasn't in any frame of mind to
think logically, and the angrier she became with
Dominic the more difficult it was to think logically
as her crotch began to itch and ache.
	"All right, you know what to do," she said as Dominic
stepped out of his underwear and obediently stood
there before her stark naked.  He wanted to put his
hands in front of him, but he knew that would only
make her angrier.  "Lie down in my lap."
	Dominic stepped over to her, his legs trembling and
his heart low in his chest.  He didn't care how hard
she spanked him.  He didn't care what she made him do.
 He would never betray Kenneth and his friends who'd
thrown him his birthday party, the only birthday party
he'd ever had.  He lay face down, his crotch in her
lap.  He had been foolish thinking that Cory could
stop her, that he could somehow change her.  It would
take a miracle to do that.  He had no idea what he'd
been thinking when he'd confided in Cory, how he
thought Cory could possibly help him.  Well, he didn't
need Cory's help.  He'd take whatever punishment she
gave.
	Nicole looked down at her kid brother's backside.  He
did have a bubble butt, that she did have to admit, a
very firm, compact bubble butt.  She liked boy's
butts.  Boys weren't broad in the beam like girls were
with their wider hips.  Kenneth had a nice bubble butt
too.  All football players did.  Maybe it had
something to do with the running they did, or the
exercise needed to be a good football player. 
Dominic's was cute, smooth and pale pink.  She ran her
fingertips over it, caressing it.  How many times had
she fantasized doing that to Kenneth?  When they were
married of course.  On their honeymoon.  She caressed
and squeezed Dominic's tender young butt.  It was like
two loaves of bread dough.  At least she imagined it
was.  She'd never actually felt two loaves of bread
dough before.  She'd never actually felt a boy's buns
before either.  She gradually became aware that her
labia had swollen and her panties were damp with
arousal.
	Having Dominic stand, she quickly pulled off her
sweater and removed her bra.  As Dominic stood there
slack-jawed in surprise as he stared at his sister's
shapely, cupable breasts, she unzipped her skirt and
pushed it down, quickly followed by her panties and
her socks.  Sitting there on her bed as totally naked
as he was, she felt her groin ache deep inside.  Her
clit was swollen and itching to be touched, to be
stroked and fiddled with.  Her labia were swollen and
glistening with cunt juice, throbbing with desire,
aching to be rubbed.  She looked at her kid brother's
tiny, prepubescent dick and balls.  He'd just turned
thirteen but he had the genitals of a ten-year-old,
and his pubes were as smooth and hairless as a
child's.  His dick and balls were cute.  Rita and
Tracey had been right.  Well, they weren't the only
ones who could admire her kid brother's little
knockers and wee-wee.  He was her kid brother.  She
could admire them anytime she wanted.  She had access
to him every day, all day.
	Dominic flinched as his sister reached over, fully
expecting her to slap his tender testicles like she
had the last time, or flick a finger at them or
something.  Instead she picked up his penis ever so
gently and stroked it.  She was surprised how smooth
and silky it felt.  She knew nothing about boys'
penises of course, other than what every girl learned
in sex ed classes, which was not anything of much
practical value.  As she stroked it, awkwardly of
course, it being her first time and knowing nothing of
male anatomy, Dominic's foreskin began to slide back. 
Quickly tensing, he debated if he should tell her how
it hurt when it was stretched back, figuring if he did
she'd likely just be all the rougher on him.  It was
probably better he just kept quiet.  He didn't have to
say anything.  Nicole could tell from his intake of
breath and the tensing of his body that it hurt.
	Slipping her finger between her moist labia, she
slicked up the tip with her juices and reached up and
applied the slick, translucent juice to the tip of his
dick.  She repeated it several times until the well
formed by his loose foreskin was filled, and then she
slowly drew his skin back to expose the tip of his
little knob.  Waiting for her juices to spread over
the exposed tip, she drew his pale white foreskin back
up, lubing up the inside of his skin with her cunt
juice.  The action got her pumping out more juice and
caused her labia to swell even more firmly, and it
caused Dominic's little cocklet to grow firmer too. 
She repeated the process, now being able to pull his
skin a little further back and coating more of his
knob with her juices.  Once again she drew it up, and
then she slowly eased it back, revealing his
glistening, sticky dickhead as she pulled his foreskin
all the way back, totally exposing his slick, shiny,
purple-red bulbous knob.    
	  As she lay there on her back, his now rock-hard
little penis between her thumb and first finger, she
arched her body with the need to have it inside her. 
His fingers would not do this time.  She had to have
his little boy cock inside up, stroking her, doing to
her what she'd fantasized Kenneth doing to her on
their wedding night.  She needed it, and she needed it
now.  Her labia were swollen and dripping with cunt
juice, aching to be stroked.  He clit was hard and
aching to be touched.  And deep inside her was a
craving like she'd never felt before.  Slipping her
hands down to grasp his little, dangling balls, she
drew him forward, pulling his privates toward hers. 
Spreading apart her legs as far as she could, she
guided him forward, and though he only had one other
experience with a woman, Dominic did not need a lot of
guidance, though under the circumstances, he was so
surprised and numbed with shock he pretty much let her
do what she wanted.
	She sighed as she felt his cock slowly slip inside
her pussy, and then suddenly tensed and cried out as
his slender little cocklet popped her thin, fragile
maidenhead, its first hymen.  The significance was not
lost on little Dominic.  He had cracked his sister's
cherry!  His first virgin!  She'd never had a dick up
her cunt before.  His was the first!  He was so
surprised he just knelt there motionless between her
legs until Nicole pushed down on his buttocks, driving
him up her cunt as far as his little cocklet would
reach.  "Fuck me," she sighed.
	He did so, out of impulse and instinct.  His cocklet
was hard and aching and it felt good being inside her
hot, moist cunt.  It felt even better as he began to
ease it in and out of her pussy. But she was a girl,
and he didn't really like girls.  Well, he didn't
think he did.  He liked doing it to Mrs Wilson, though
not as much as he liked doing stuff with Kenneth. 
With her it had been sex.  With Kenneth it was love. 
This was different that way.  He did love his sister,
but this was still just sex, still not the same as
with Kenneth.  And she was his sister.  That was so
totally filthy, so totally unexpected.  He could not
believe it.  He was fucking his sister.
	Nicole didn't care that it was her brother who had
his cock up her cunt.  She wanted a cock up her pussy,
she wanted it badly, and she wanted his cock
particularly.  They had said it had been so cute. 
Well, it was her brother's, and if anyone was going to
be fucked by his cute cock it was her.  She knew that
didn't make sense, but that didn't matter.  Her labia
were itching and aching to be fucked, to be fucked by
him.  Her clit was begging for it.  And it felt good,
just like ... well, she didn't know what like.  She'd
never been able to fantasize what it might be like,
not even when she'd used her own fingers, and this was
much different from her own fingers, or even his
yesterday for that matter.  Nothing could compare how
hot this was making her, how pleasant it was to have
him inside her.
	Dominic fucked slowly and uncertainly, not sure he
was enjoying it, not like when he'd been fucking
Kenneth's ass, not sure he should be doing this, not
with his very own sister, but despite those questions
and doubts it felt good, and they soon faded as the
pleasure pulsating through his loins took over his
mind.  He gradually began to speed up, at first
rocking and then plunging between his sister's legs,
ramming his cock in and out of her hot, dripping
pussy, working his hips to and fro faster and faster
as the throbbing pleasure grew stronger and stronger
and his need to reach his climax became more and more
urgent.  Nicole began to squirm and thrust her hips to
and fro, delighting in her first fuck, desperately
wanting his cock up her hot, aching pussy as far as he
could shove it, wanting him to bring her off like she
did with her fingers, wanting him to make her feel
good, just like she'd imagined, imagined-she wasn't
sure when, but she had the feeling she'd imagined this
before, recently, very recently.  But that did not
make sense.  Until this very moment she'd never
thought even once about having sex with her brother,
not her little thirteen-year-old snot-nosed brother. 
The throbbing between her legs made it impossible for
her to think clearly.
	And then she could think no longer, not of anything. 
She heaved her body up, arching her back with her
first wave of orgasm, her first orgasm achieved while
being fucked.  She trembled and gasped, almost bucking
young Dominic off.  And then he was shuddering and
trembling too with his dry orgasm. Wave after wave
struck him, causing his dick to ache like it never had
before, causing his balls to draw up so tight under
his cock they almost disappeared.  He shuddered not
with one, not with two, but with multiple orgasms as
one after another hit him as only they can to women
and pre-adolescent boys.  It was totally awesome.  He
gasped for breath, his loins on fire, and his thigh
trembled uncontrollably as the fire raced through his
loins and up his aching, throbbing little cocklet.
	They lay there locked together, totally shocked by
the power of their orgasms, their bodies flushed and
hot, their organs numb and dripping.  They slowly
disentangled in a daze, lost in the bliss of the
fucked.  Minutes ticked by, seeming no more than
seconds as their breathing slowly returned to normal. 
Nicole lay there on her back, dreamily fiddling with
Dominic's once again limp but now sticky wet dicklet,
amazed how soft and silky and delicate it felt now
compared to the rock hardness earlier, and even more
amazed how having it in her body had felt so awesome,
so totally wonderful.  Dominic lay there in a daze
also, fingering his sister's sticky wet pussy, amazed
how it had made him feel so good, amazed still how his
little dicklet could make him feel so good, and even
more amazed at Nicole's change in attitude.  That was
the most amazing of all.
	Their slow, innocent fiddling with each other
gradually began to arouse them again, and without
realizing it Nicole's stroking gradually changed
Dominic's limp little noodle into a once again hard
little nail aching to be stroked, while he'd stroked
the fires in her pussy to the point where her labia
were once again inflamed and aching to be penetrated. 
Once again Dominic took his position above his sister
and between her outspread legs, and once again he
easily slid his little four-inch cocklet into her hot,
juicy cunt.  Once again he began slowly, but as the
desire and pressures built in each of their loins it
was not long before he was once again fucking like a
little jack rabbit and she was squirming and gasping
as if she'd gone insane.  She in fact had gone insane,
insane with desire.  Groaning openly and loudly with
the flashes of pleasure shooting through her groin,
she slipped her middle finger up little Dominic's
anus, and as he reached his orgasm for the second time
that afternoon she felt his little sphincter grip her
finger tightly.  And then she was coming too,
convulsing once again in a series of multi orgasms as
he was, her hot, juicy cunt gripping and releasing his
little, throbbing cocklet with each peak while his
anus similarly repeatedly gripped and relaxed its hold
on her finger as he trembled with one orgasm after
another.
	One would have thought that two massive orgasms, one
within half an hour of the other, would have satiated
the two teenagers, but they were horny out of their
minds, and were soon going at it again, little Dominic
thrusting his slender hips to and fro, driving his
little, prepubescent dicklet in and out of his
sister's now sloppy, slimy cunt, driving her wild
beyond her wildest dreams.  She gripped his body with
her raised, outspread legs, urging him on, begging him
to fuck her, crying out with pleasure, and he grunted
and snorted as he plowed her hot, wet trough.
	"Yes, yes!" she cried out.  "Oh you're making me feel
so good!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fill my pussy with your
hot cum!" she cried as she trembled and gasped on the
brink of her orgasm.
	"But I can't cum yet," Dominic gasped in a shy and
quiet voice as he too reached that peak once again.
	Grasping each other tightly, the two bucked and
groaned as the first wave of orgasm struck them, as
Dominic's little cocklet burned and throbbed with such
pleasure he felt faint and as her hot, pulsating cunt
gripped his cock with a vice-like hold.  Nicole thrust
her hips to and fro in a wild, mad frenzy of orgiastic
delight and she threw back her head and groaned with
the pleasure ripping through her as she looked up at
the shocked face of her father with her lust-blurred
eyes, and as the hidden cams Billy had installed in
her bedroom, along with the one in the bathroom after
Cory's call from the Seven-Eleven on Friday, caught it
all on tape for posterity.

**********
Thanks to Absalom for suggesting the revenge his
character takes on Dominic's sister.  What else would
you like to see happen?  What further fun and havoc
can Cory create with his growing awareness of the
power of his great-grandfather's headband?  Have you
ever had someone you hated and wanted to get even
with?  Email me your idea and I'll write it as part of
this story and if you wish add you as one of the
characters.  Anything goes, the hotter and more
perverted the better, except I don't write snuff and
torture of kids and anything involving player
characters would need their collaboration.  Non player
characters available for your amusement and abuse
include the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family,
Kenneth Ballard and his mother, Father Henry, Calvin
Cosher and his daughter Stacey, the WCHS gang, the 14
RGAB soccer players and their families, the cops Eric
O'Malley and Mike Polanski, and Anton's RGAB
classmates.  Player characters created by readers so
far are Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben
Hanson, Jacob Schuller and now Benji Gilles with a
supporting cast of Jonah, Lane and Spence, Nicole
Halder and her father, Molly, Trang and Ashley, Nick
Dawson, Elijah Dean, and of course Lad, Rocky, Shep,
Dobe and the star of the series, Cory Wilson.  

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