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From: "Y. Lee Coyote" <YLeeCoyote@juno.com>
Subject: BROTHERS' RED BUTTS -- III

The following story is fiction. It is an continuation to the letter in
"Brothers' Bare Butts" which should be read first.  It contains scenes of 
spanking, shaving and sibling teen sex.  If such subjects are offensive,
uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  This work
is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission.
 Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright
notice.  The author (a mature, gay submissive male) would appreciate your
comments -- pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. 
E-mail to: YLeeCoyote@juno.com

Preface:  Curiously, after I posted "Brothers' Red Butts -- II" I was
encouraged to continue with these characters by some readers.  What I did not
realize is that they are TEENAGERS and very willful and hard -- impossible! --
to control.  (You do, of course, know of the brat problem here in Assville.
<smirk>)  Anyway, they ran WILD.  The problem is that they are precocious teens
-- with raging hormones -- in the house by themselves.  And they do some very
naughty(?) things.  Major words of thanks to MissLilyO who has given me great
encouragement and a couple of smashing suggestions.


BROTHERS' RED BUTTS -- III
by
Y. Lee Coyote

Friday evening, June 11

Dear Pen Pal,

It was great to hear of your own spanking experiences.  A couple of letters
back you said that you did not understand boys and asked if I did.  I think
that I understand them even less now then I did last week!  I'm more confused
now then I was when I first told you that I definitely did NOT understand them.
 The last few days have been, er, strange and different.  

A few days ago, my great aunt on the coast died and my parents had to go to the
funeral.  John, Tim and I managed to convince them that we since had all done
baby sitting we could stay without one or being farmed out to stay with friends
for four days.  I think that we succeeded because we each insisted that we
needed our own PC's to study for finals the next couple of weeks.  Tim's and my
junior high is gung-ho on academics and, of course, John has a couple of
Regents (New York State's own Torquemada and required for a top notch diploma)
exams .   Never before had we ever had such strong sibling bonding or
solidarity of purpose.  Let's all hear it for TEEN-POWER!!  Predictably, it was
very reluctantly that our parents agreed but, since school was still on, they
insisted on a very strict curfew and we were going to get a checkup with a
phone call each night.  Just a checkup call and no parties or over-nighters. 
Not really bad.

Tim almost blew it the first night.  He came home twelve minutes late!  And
seven minutes after mom rang-up (see, I can talk British, too).  If John and I
hadn't kept talking until he showed up, mom would had missed him.  Both John
and I were furious at him and we ganged up on him -- after all he had seriously
jeopardized future freedom for us all particularly with the summer almost here.
 After John threatened, er, carefully explained to Tim that he surely would be
grounded and probably have his allowance docked in addition to a spanking from
dad he should get one here and now.  Then, after Tim reluctantly acquiesced and
stripped down, John sprung the belt on him by telling him he was too old get a
mere baby, over the knee hand job.  (Remember, I told you that John felt that
this should have happened last year.)  He was definitely old enough to get a
real strapping.  He even reminded him that happened to me.  Even now it still
seems to sting when I think about it.  Since Tim is twelve and was twelve
minutes late, we agreed on that number.  John (with an evil grin) then offered
Tim an option.  If he was not crying by the tenth stroke, he would stop but if
he was he would not only get the other two but lose his pubes.  "Deal!" snapped
Tim without thinking.  It was a sucker bet for if he wasn't crying by the
tenth, the other two would not be so bad and the risk was high.  But once he
accepted, he was stuck with the deal.  Macho honor and all that other guy
stuff.  Yes, I know I told you Tim did have any a few letters ago, but to use a
cliche: that was then, this is now.  He is a growing boy and, well, growing
them.

Tim assumed the position with his hands on his knees and his cute butt
presented to our big brother for the strap.  John folded his thick Garrison
belt and quickly gave Tim the first stroke.  SMACK! was the sound immediately
followed by a gasp as a red band appeared across his exposed behind and then a
belated "One." from Tim.  SMACK! again and a second bright red strip appeared. 
Tim reminded me of the flag -- alternating red and white stripes.  SMACK! 
SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  sang the belt and, now at the half way point, Tim's
butt was like the Chinese flag -- all red.  My twin's butt was now really
hurting.  He was trying desperately to hold back the tears and cries.  Even his
gasps were muted.  I didn't dare to try to stop John for Tim would have been
mortified.  (I know that much about boys.)  Of course, there were also changes
in the front which I could see (surreptitiously) in the mirror.  At first Tim's
cock was soft but with each blow of the belt it got harder so that by now it
was fully erect and was pressing up tight against his belly.

SMACK!  And Tim really yelled out and jumped.  "You moved; so that doesn't
count." snapped John and he repeated the blow; SMACK!  "Seven." gasped Tim.  He
quickly followed with another three SMACK! SMACK!  SMACK!  to make a count of
ten (actually eleven).  Tim, alas, started crying somewhere between the ninth
and tenth.  John gave the next one gently and then finished up with the last
one very hard.   Tim gave out with a loud cry that was very different and, as
he straightened up, his cock spurted.  There must have been at least a half
dozen squirts.  Yes, dear Pen Pal, my twin brother had an ORGASM just from the
strapping in front of us!  John then directed Tim to stand in the corner.  Big
brother had also been showing sexual arousal signs though all of this.  Since
he had started there was a growing bulge in his jeans and now there was
definitely a small wet spot -- also growing.  I would make snide remarks about
guys' lack of control, but my panties were not dry either.

After we basked awhile in the heat of Tim's flaming hot buns, he stopped crying
and John told him to get the barber chippers which he did, somewhat
reluctantly.  When he returned he gave the clippers to John and stood before
him at parade rest.  John took hold of Tim's cock, still hard as it had been
since the third blow, and quickly removed the small bush that Tim was growing. 
Tim was very stoic outwardly, but he was bitting his lip and there were tears
in his eyes.  When John had finished, we all went off to our rooms -- like the
good boys and girl we are -- to do our homework.  I could hear both my brothers
jerking off in their rooms.  What do you think I was doing in my room?  I'm
sorry that my dear twin got his ass whipped but I can't stop thinking about his
red hot butt.  Whenever I visualize it, I get *THAT* feeling down between my
legs.  Oh, it feels so, so good.

The next evening the same thing happened except that it was John who was late. 
After we had finished with mom on the phone, Tim told John that he was due a
strapping.  Fair is fair, so John was trapped and we all knew it.  I have never
seen such a perfect 'oh sh*t' look before as John managed at that very moment. 
As John stripped down, Tim took his belt and said since you're sixteen that
seems to be the proper number.  Since I concurred, John was forced to accept
that number.  "When you're ready, just assume the position, please." stated Tim
gleefully and ever so politely.

Just before starting, Tim asked: "Bet your pubes that you won't cry before the
last two, Big Brother?"  But big macho bro said: "Sure!" and confidentially
assumed the position.  I can't believe he agreed to this; must be a guy thing. 
SMACK! went the strap and I was treated to a lovely red strip across big
brother's derriere.  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK! went the belt very quickly,
very hard and in the some spot making the strip very crimson and inflicting
more intense pain then if they were spread out over the entire butt.  My twin
is crafty!  Tim tactics were working for I could see John straining not to cry
out from a strapping given by his kid brother and with his kid sister watching.
 But, he had forgotten to count!  Tim (with a big smirk that John, fortunately,
couldn't see) calmly said: "You may start to count when ever you are ready."
and SMACK! SMACK! again brought the belt down hard on his brother's exposed ass
-- twice.  John started to count -- properly at one -- but Tim had gotten an
extra six good blows in which gave him a good chance of making John cry.  We
had all read of these things in British school stories and knew the 'proper'
way to behave.  Certainly John couldn't show any weakness, but had to endure it
all as it did not matter to him.  What John did show was a hardon.  His thing
was bigger than Tim's and when it got hard even bigger still.  It was up
against his belly almost immediately after the strapping started.

Tim continued to concentrate his belt on the same limited area of John's ass
and it was very effective.  By the time the count had reached ten (really
sixteen strokes) John was straining not to cry.  If he hadn't forgotten to
count, he would have won the bet, but now he was in trouble.  Tim gave him
three more very quickly and he only counted two of them.  On the next (count:
13; strokes: 20) John lost it and began to cry.  Tim had apparently achieved
what he wanted and gave me the belt for the last three strokes.  It was a
strange feeling of power standing with the belt over my docile, submissive big
brother who was presenting his vulnerable, red butt to me as a target for the
belt I was holding.  I swung the belt and connected with the waiting posterior.
 As John said "Fourteen." I could see more of his behind begin to turn red. 
Twice more I repeated this and the results were even more satisfying then when
I spanked Tim.  My three stokes were widely spread.  I bet Tim had been
practicing in private to get the precession required.  The English school
stories do tell of new prefects being taught how to cane and of practicing. 
Sometimes there is some good stuff on PBS (oh, that's public broadcasting which
gives us "quality" TV).  We then put John in the corner while Tim went to the
john (that's loo to the Brits that taught you English) to prepare.  He was much
happier than yesterday.

Soon John was standing at parade rest in the bathtub before Tim who was doing a
fine imitation of a Cheshire Cat.  John was staring out the window and not
watching what Tim was doing with the clippers.  I guess that he knew that he
wouldn't like what was happening but he couldn't stop it or even ask.  I
suppose that he was trying to be macho.  Tim started at the bottom, carefully
and closely clipped all the hairs from John's scrotum very close.  Then he did
the same to the side of John's pubes so that it was very neat looking. 
Finally, with a huge grin, he mowed down the main bush above John's member. 
Both my brothers were very hard.  I could see how Tim's jeans were bulging and
that John was oozing.  I know that my own panties were, er, very damp.  Then he
took the shower hose and wet down John's groin before covering it with shaving
cream.  Tim was beaming as he carefully removed the shaving cream and hair with
a safety razor from our big brother's crotch.  It just took a few moments to
remove what had taken many months to grow.  I'm sure that John must have had
mixed emotions about all this for Tim was also massaging John's ever hard dick
while he used the razor.  (I tried it and shaving cream is a good lub.)  A
couple of squirts from the shower hose and Tim and I could see how clean and
smooth John was.  As he shut off the water, he cheerfully announced that he had
homework to do and he dashed off to his room.  John was still transfixed by his
own staring and did not move for a while.  I can not tell you what he did
because I did as Tim and went to do my homework.  A few minutes later I heard
John leave the bathroom.  But, surprise, he went to Tim's room rather than his
own.

I quietly opened my door and since John hadn't shut Tim's door completely I
could hear some of what was happening.  At first it was low and I only caught
only a few words, but it got louder and then I heard John say: "Either you suck
me or I'll f*ck you!  Which will it be?"  I never heard Tim's answer but just
further mumbling from both of them.  I must assume that Tim had his mouth real
full and busy.  I bet that this is not the first time they played such games
since Tim was not objecting; gee, they have been keeping secrets from me.  As I
stood there, keeping my panties quite wet, I almost wished that John had come
to my room instead of Tim's.  Then I heard John bellow and I assume that he
came either in or on Tim.  Oh, I do wish that I could have seen that.  I ducked
back into my room so that John wouldn't see me.

Well, British school spankings aren't the only thing I've read about so then I
went into Tim's room without knocking.  As I expected, he had his jeans open
and briefs down while he was playing with himself sitting on the bed.  I told
him that I was concerned that John would very mad at what he did and he should
be very careful.  He started to speak but before he could say anything, I
totally lost control -- would you believe -- and dropped to my knees and began
to lick his hard tool.  It was the first time that I actually tasted one and it
was 'ripe' and 'juicy'.  Tim put his hands on my head over my ears and began to
control my head.  Not only was I sucking him but he was f*cking my mouth.  I'm
not sure how long it took, but it seemed like only seconds before he shot into
my mouth.  It was a real surprise when he exploded -- like a repeating rifle --
into me several times in rapid succession with this strange sticky stuff that I
had only read about in my bio textbook.  With his man rod still filling me, I
was forced to swallow it all or to choke.  When I looked up I could see Tim's
face all screwed up with this ecstatic look!   I probably looked a bit funny
too, cuz I LIKED it.  Then the most amazing thing of all happened -- he let go
of my head and laid back on the bed saying: "Gosh! Sis! That was F*CKING
FANTASTIC!"  It really turned me on that he reacted like that.  I guess that
this must be what some of my older cousins were talking about when they were
boasting about how they controlled boys.  Like, talk about POWER!  This is even
better than spanking them.

As soon as I stood up, he pulled me down next to him.  Then he kissed me on the
month hard -- just like in the movies -- and put his hand on my sex (over my
jeans).  I undid the button and lifted the zipper tab and got him to slid his
hand inside.  He even managed to slip under my panties on the first try.  (Boys
are so dextrous; evidently not just with machines.)  As he fumbled with my
pussy, my jeans opened up and it was easier to play.  I think we were both
surprised at how wet I had gotten.  I was soooo slippery, but it seemed to make
it easier for him to move his fingers inside my panties.  I guided him to my
favorite little, but hard, love button and he got the idea right away.  (I
guess it because it is like a small version of what he has.)  It felt so, so
good for someone else to play with it rather than myself.  Almost immediately
this delicious pressure started building up, much more quickly than when I do
it myself, and then STAR BURSTS!  I mean, WOW!  I could feel these sort of
little "electric shocks" for a long time afterward.  Even though he was as
clumsy with me as I am sure I was with him, I was so excited that I came
quickly.   We just lay there looking at each other, grinning.

I now understand that slogan I've seen on T-shirts: "Let go of my ears, I know
what I'm doing."  Some time afterwards I returned to my room.  Feeling somewhat
guilty and excited I did not study effectively that evening at all.  Somehow
the going of the wives of King Henry whatever was not of interest.  Now if only
they had been telling us about coming in the royal bedroom maybe....

This morning at breakfast, John got a call from a friend who was sick and
therefore wouldn't be able to go to some ball game that night for which they
had tickets.  John immediately asked Tim to go with him instead of asking one
of his other friends.  He never did anything like that but usually shunned our
brother.  I don't understand boys at all.  And speaking of understanding, I
been very careful to follow Mrs. Brooks', my social studies teacher, suggestion
not to confuse you with teen slang.  Sometimes, I can't even keep up with it
myself and next year it will all be useless (because the grownups will know it)
and we will being using something new.

The boys are at the game now and our parents are due back on Sunday.  I'll let
you know what happens.  My brothers seemed to have so much fun being late I
think that maybe I should be late tomorrow.  Well, got to hit the books now so
I can play tomorrow.

Love,

Mary Lou

 
© Copyright by A.I.L., June 16, 1997

Mary Lou just loves to hear from new pen pals, particularly about their
spanking experiences.


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