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Subject: (corn53) Spanked by Big Brother - Part Two (pre-teen, spanking)
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Warning: you must be at least 18 to read this somewhat erotic story about a
young girl who gets spanked by her brother. Parts of this story are TRUE and
should not be read by those persons offended by erotic content.
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SPANKED BY BIG BROTHER (pre-teen) pt 2 of 2
I opened the bathroom door to see a different brother. Different in that
he was no longer in charge. I almost felt sorry for him as I asked, "Front or
back first?"
"You have to do what I say until bedtime, OK? Then I won't tell anybody
what you did."
He nodded.
"While the water is running for OUR bath, I'm going to take you back
downstairs and spank you!" I took his hand and walked him quickly down the
stairs.
"Take off your shirt and then stand up straight." I ordered. He wasn't
wearing shoes. He complied and took off his shirt.
"Put your feet apart a little bit. Stand up straight! Close your eyes.
You looked at me real close and now I'm going to look at you." Then I pulled
his soccer shorts down to his ankles. Next, I pulled his underwear down to his
ankles and took hold of his thing and led him to the couch. "Step out of those
clothes and come with me."
"Yes, Mam." he said lightening up a little bit. We were both naked now as
I sat on the edge of the couch and pulled him close to me. He was standing
right in front of my face for close inspection.
Tom didn't have much body hair, but he did have a small bush above his
thing, which had now stiffened up to about five or six inches long. "This is
so big." I commented as I stroked it tentatively with my fingernails.
"No, it's not really very big for a grown up." he said.
I was holing it up with my left hand and playfully ‘spanking’ it with my
right. As I ‘spanked’ it, it started to ‘stand up’ on its own. I removed my
supporting left hand and it seemed to hover there in mid-air. I slapped it
again, harder. It swung ofer to the side and sprang back, getting stiffer. I
played with it, slapping it side to side, almost like a punching bag on TV. I
pulled it down and let go. It sprung back up. This was fun. I slapped it and
pulled on it for a few minutes while Tom stood there silently. It was right in
front of my face, bouncing.
I reached both hands down to his balls (I had overheard boys talking
about their ‘balls’ before, as if they were their life’s treasure.) I tickled
them lightly. They felt fuzzy with his light hair and seemed to shrink as I
tickled them. This was curious. His thing got bigger and stiffer when I
played with it, but his balls got littler! Amazing!
I began to ‘spank’ his thing again, enjoying the feeling of command as he
stood there. I noticed something else that was curious.
"Why is it wet on the end?" as I took a closer look.
"Like you said before, Sis, 'sometimes it just gets that way.' Remember
saying that? Seriously, it means I was getting excited playing with you -
almost ready to cum in my pants. And just now, the way you gently slapped and
tickled me, it started to get wet again. If you keep tickling it I might cum.”
"What do you mean,'cum?'" I had heard boys talk about it but didn't know
what they meant.
"When a guy is really excited that stuff comes out the end and a minute
later lots more squirts out. It feels really good. Do you know were babies
come from?" I thought he was trying to change the subject and then it dawned on
me!
"You mean this is the stuff that comes out when a guy puts the sperm
inside the girl?" as a mental picture formed. "But that thing is too big to
put inside of a girl. It would hurt!"
"First, I didn't squirt out all my stuff yet, but I’m almost ready to.
Second, when you get older you'll understand, Sis. Your 'girl hole' will get
bigger when you get hair between your legs. Speaking of hair, when you do get
hair between your legs, we'll have to stop playing like this. It wouldn’t be
right."
His thing was still big, but not as stiff as it was before when we played
on the couch, or when I was ‘spanking’ it. I continued to look at it and
wondered how something so big could ever fit.
"Sis, does it feel good when I tickle you there?" he pointed between my
legs.
"Yes, I liked our game, too. It made me feel all 'gushy' inside. Maybe
I'll need another spanking later, I bet, but now we'd better go wash each
other." I let go of his thing and said, "Now you go on up and wait in the
bathtub for me! That' an order!" and I spanked his bare bottom as he turned.
SLAP!
As he ran up the stairs, laughing again, I resolved not to have any hair
there for a long time, even if I had to shave!
"Hmmmmm," I mused, "maybe I'd better start tomorrow."
This time I waited a few minutes before going upstairs to the big
bathroom.
My fear that Tom was going to stop playing vanished as I saw the bathroom
door wide open and heard him splashing around in the tub.
I walked in and closed the door out of habit. I had to tinkle before
getting in the tub and mentioned it to Tom as I entered.
"Can I watch?" he asked.
"Sure, you're right here." as I sat down on the toilet.
"Put your legs apart so I can see better then, Sis. and lean back." He
was kneeling in the tub now and put his hands out on the floor so his head was
only a foot away from the toilet - eye level to my spread legs. He watched
closely as I tinkled. I felt funny trying to tinkle while leaning back with my
legs wide apart, so it took longer to start.
A moment later, when I stopped dripping, I sat up and reached for some
toilet paper he said, "Don't bother, Cutie. I'll wash your tender, little
bottom with a warm washcloth."
He sat back in the tub with his legs straight out and together so I would
have to straddle him when I got in. I was kneeling straight up over his knees
and watched through the soap bubbles as his hand reached between my legs. He
slid forward in the tub till he was almost on his back, so he could reach me.
He began 'washing' my slit underwater with the washcloth. The washcloth
accidently slipped out of his hands but he kept rubbing his fingers back and
forth on my open slit. We were smiling at each other. He put his hands on the
backs of my knees and pulled me towards him. As I inched forward on my knees,
sitting down on him with all my weight, I bumped into his stiff thing which was
laying flat against his tummy. I inched forward till I felt it laying right
under my slit. He slid me up and back over it. (Just ‘over’ it. It didn’t go
‘in’ me.) I rocked on it for a minute, slipping up and back, side to side. He
put one hand up to ‘wash’ my chest, gently pinching my nipples.
“'You're starting to get me all mushy inside again." I said, as I knelt up
again, lifting up off his thing. "Wash me with your hand some more! Don't stop
till I tell you, slave!" I joked. "Remember you're in my power!"
He laughed and said, "Don't forget about getting your fanny washed, too,
then. In fact you need washing all over, don't you?"
"OK"
I stood up and turned around and knelt back down and put my hands
underwater by his feet. I was on my hands and knees and backed up towards him.
"You're trapped here now, Big Brother, and I won't let you out till you wash
my bottom completely clean."
"Yes, Mam!" he said again and started washing my fanny with the washcloth.
"How will we know when it's clean enough?" Tom continued to 'wash' me with
both hands, one with a washcloth on my fanny and his bare hand under me
'washing' my girl parts. He sometimes squeezed my breasts which seemed larger
since they were hanging down. He washed them real good. I backed up even
closer to him. I could feel the tip of his stiff thing touching my tummy as I
leaned forward - backward - forward.
"I know how we can tell when your sweet fanny is clean enough. I will
kiss it." with the washcloth in his right hand on one side and his bare hand
on the other he pulled my fanny cheeks apart, leaned forward and kissed me
right there. I was momentarily grossed out but if felt so good I backed closer
to him and lowered my shoulders down to the water. My fanny was just out of
the water right in front of his face. He kissed it again and pronounced it, "
ALL CLEAN!"
"Tommy," I said, partly asking, partly telling, "slowly put your finger
into my girl hole till I say stop, please."
"OK, it shouldn't hurt if I just put my little finger in part way." and he
dropped the washcloth and tentatively put his baby finger at the opening to my
'girl hole.' “Tell me if this is uncomfortable, Sweetheart, and I'll stop."
He carefully slid it in about an inch and stopped.
"Does this hurt?" he asked.
"No. I can feel it stretching me a little, but it doesn't hurt."
He slid his baby finger all the way in. "Is this OK, Baby Sister?" as he
slid it out.
"Yes. Try it again. Keep going slow." I said softly.
After he did this three more times I found that it even felt good.
Worried about going 'too far,' though I said, "maybe we should get out and dry
each other now. Then you need to put baby powder all over me."
"Gladly! I'm at your command, Princess" he said.
We got out of the tub and I noticed his thing was straight out and stiff.
'Straight out' isn't correct. "curved upwards' would be a better description.
"Oh, Tom, it looks like it's going to split open like an over-cooked sausage on
the grill."
"Heaven forbid! Don't worry, Sweet Princess, I've handled it a lot and it
hasn't split yet.” he joked.
"I'm afraid to touch it. It looks ready to explode!" - my honest opinion.
"It's ready to explode all right. Don't touch it or it just might. I
almost ‘exploded’ in the tub when you were rubbing on me. Be quiet now and let
me dry you off and sprinkle baby powder all over you."
I felt so warm and pampered as he sprinkled powder all over me as I
turned like a ballerina. He sat on the edge of the tub and lightly patted and
tickled me all over... not missing a square inch from toes to head... but some
places he tickled more than others. He petted me for 10 minutes. An
enjoyable silence. Just the whispy sound of dry baby powder being rubbed on my
skin.
To show my appreciation I said, "You're going to catch cold, My Big
Strong Brother. Let me powder you now," so I sat and he stood. I tried to
give him the same treatment, but he just wanted to face me.
As I was tickling my fingernails along the side of his upturned thing, I
remarked, "This is curved like a banana. Could I kiss it? Please? You
kissed me, remember?"
"OK, Honey, but remember my stuff didn't squirt out yet. I don't want to
make a mess on you."
'Honey' 'My Sweet Princess!' He never called me these things before.
Besides feeling great, I was also feeling good! I didn't care if he made a
mess on me. We could always wash it off. I told him about my idea. "It's OK,
you big hunk, if you make a mess on me. We can clean it up. Let me just kiss
the sides of then, OK? Please?"
"I don't know, Sugar, I would still feel bad. You ARE my little sister...
and you're only eleven!”
"Please, please?" I pleaded, wanting to see him squirt. And for
reassurance, added, "This will be our little secret, forever. Now close your
eyes and let me kiss it."
Without a word he stepped closer to me, closed his eyes, and put his
hands on my pig tails and pulled me to him. He was standing between my knees
as I sat on a towel on the edge of the empty tub. Placing my hands on his
hips I pulled him even closer to me.
I began kissing the side of his thing, steading it with my right hand.
I tickled his balls with my left hand and a moment later decided to kiss the
red tip of his thing.
On impulse I took the tip of it in my mouth and began sliding up and back
over the ridge of the red part ... just moving my head ...slowly ...up and back
...
He moaned and I backed off and looked up to see what was the matter. I
was looking up at his face when something warm and gooey splurted onto my chin.
As I looked down, mouth still open, a glob of stuff spurted into the back my
mouth. The next few squirts hit my bare chest.
"Squeeze it." he pleaded softly.
I complied and a few more dribbles dropped onto my leg and over my fingers
and wrist. The stuff in my mouth didn't taste bad. I kind of savored it,
trying to match the flavor, but could not. I leaned forward and put my mouth
on him again, to get a few more drops. I released and squeezed gently several
more times as it started to go limp. Each time I squeezed I got another small
taste of my big brother.
I let go and sat back, looking up at him. He looked down smiling. As we
smiled at each other I put my right forefinger on my chin and wiped off his
‘cum’ and put my finger in my mouth, sucking... then licked off the back of my
hand.
A drip fell from my left nipple onto my lap. Still without speaking or
looking away, I put my finger to my breast, wiped off the remaining juice, and
put it in my mouth.
My brother tasted good.
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to be continued...
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