Date: Thu, 25 May 2006 23:02:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Katie Everett Subject: What Hot Spanking Sister Does to Her Brother 1 What Hot Spanking Sister Does to Her Brother and the The Fun We're all Having in High School with Boyfriends and Brothers (the poor boys!) by Katie Everett Copyright 2006 by Katie Everett Part One All names in my stories are fake except 'Katie.' EverettStorOrg@yahoo.com It's not really an org, but that keeps the spam down. It's my personal email account and you're welcome to send any comments. Okay, it's a hard email address to type, so copy and paste it. I got lots of ideas for this one. If ya like it, I'll do more. This is not my first story but it's the first I'm writing for Nifty. (No, I don't get paid for it.) It's about Katie--that's me--and my girlfriends, and my brother Brian and one or two of his friends. And a couple of other girls' brothers, too. And their boyfriends. The boyfriends get to play our games, too. We're *all* in high school. I never told anyone about me and Brian in bed. That's *my* secret. But oral and teasing and spanking, oh, yes. All my women friends know. Privately, we call ourselves the girls. One thing we like to do among *many* is have little contests that stress the boys. And we let them know they're *boys.* To balance things out, we let them be 'men' just once in a while. Enough to keep them spellbound---and off guard. "I love the sex with my brother (I make him do it MY way) and I really like spanking him. Today, I'm 17 and he's 16, but nothing's changed, except things got...you might say better---for me, anyway. Especially as Brian matured. And real soon I'll get to do things with some of the older boys. Or TO them. It's nice that all of us are still in high-school. We do a lot of cool things to our brothers. They don't always think the things we do are so cool. Ditto for our boyfriends. We have fun." If you're too young to be legal, don't read this. In case you haven't caught on, I'm a *feisty* girl. I'm not a bi__h because I take cruelty only so far. I don't lie to friends and I draw the line at brutality. Some people say I'm butch. We'll see. Brian never bleeds, and I don't really hurt him. I mean, if what I did was that bad, why did Brian never tell on me? Not once--not ever in two years. The worst he ever has is blue balls--and that isn't my fault--and some red welts on his butt. It's a good thing Brian isn't a crybaby. Okay, so hello ladies and men." With love, from Katie: My brother Brian and I had sex since I was 15. I was a sophomore in high school then. He was a freshman. By that time I wanted to have a guy fuck me but was scared to death of getting pregnant. After some bad experiences with creepy jocks my age (there are a lot of nice jocks, it was just my bad luck with guys), I took to liking younger guys, and Brian was a hottie. Really. His pole-thing was big for a boy of 14. Not that size matters that much. It's more a pride thing--my pride that MY sibling is from good genetic material. This was two years ago. I'd had it with the big boys, but I loved my brother. I didn't always show it--I also had a mean streak. Surprise, surprise. But I never cross a certain line. I have girlfriends that tell me I'm crazy and that size matters a whole lot. The jury's still out on that, but I'll keep an open mind. I found out there's a whole lot more to sex than some good- looking guy with his pole-attachment going in and out of me. Yeah, I put it down a lot, just to keep them in their places. But sometimes I gotta have it---and let them out of their places. My brother Brian can't get me pregnant. He had an accident down there when he was 8 years old. He produces no sperm at all, but his balls look and feel normal. And he definitely has normal feeling in them! Going way back to when Brian was 12, my mother told me to be in charge and spank him when he got bad. I was happy to have that job. It made me wet to think about it. We were home alone most of the time. When he turned 13, I made him lick my wetness and taught him what feels good to a woman---and not just down there. And NEVER as a punishment or anything negative. I taught him a bunch of other things including kissing and proper breast- pleasuring. After I'm done with him, he'll be a perfect lover and husband. He was a smart little boy and learned fast. I have a soft spot for that cute smile of his. I can control that most of the time. He's 16 now. Mom and dad both work from 3 pm to 11 pm. How convenient! Perfect for making the little brother squirm. I was supposed to use my hand but never did. And Brian doesn't dare defy me by telling mother. I made sure I found things to punish him for. I still do. But first, (usually once a week) I make him have sex. And that's ALL the squirting he gets to do. He's such a horn dog--he actually *wants* it! I don't make it easy for him. The spanking hurts more if I do it *after* he comes. I found that out a long time ago, so the sex comes first---on those few days I pick to have it. Now that he's 16, he's more interesting and a little hunk. I don't tell him that either. But I make sure he knows *I'm* the older sister. I'm 17. And I know how to tease that stiff thing to bring him to his knees. I also like to experiment. Well, Brian's not little. But I *think* of him as little and treat him that way a lot, for now. He's 5 foot 10, and 165 pounds of nice muscle. Little muscles. They're growing. And he *is* cute. My girlfriend Amy drools over him. I told her she can look all she wants and better not touch him or I'll cut her hair off. For some reason I make Brian keep his dark blonde hair long. I get in moods and make him cut it, or I do it for him. Then I regret it and make him grow it long. I'm 5'-7" 135 lbs., 32C, black hair and brown eyes. EVERYONE calls me Katie. If not, I correct them. (P.S., I'm hot.) I love to get the boys to the point where they beg---any boy---especially Brian. Because Brian's so horny all the time, he's not bad sex. I don't tell him that. But his insatiable libido and big thing make it easy for me to tease and torment him. I'm sure he's acting when he complains. I think he likes what I do to him as much as I do. "Don't stop now, dumbass! I wanna come again!" I'm getting to Brian--me and my teasing. I'm in a rare mood. It's only been two hours without any squirting. Three at the most. I'll let him come soon. He'll beg. At 16, Brian is suddenly more desperate for sex than ever. That must be the peak age for boys. He's not really a boy anymore, but close. Some days a lot more boy than man. His thing is dark and red now, thanks to my latest tease techniques. "Ah! Katie, please!" "Quit complaining, Brian! Stand up straight. Let me see that thing." I slid my finger over it. "OW!" "It hurts?" "Not my dick. My BALLS." "Your balls always hurt," I said, putting my hand behind those vulgar things that pass for sex organs. "And don't say those words!" "Sorry, Katie." "Now hold still!" I flick the end of my finger with great force against his left nut. SNAP! My brother has nice nuts. "Yeaawwwwwwwww! Ahhhhhh, Oh, GOD! Ohhhhhhhh!" Fingernails have their advantages. "You See? You don't have that pain anymore. Now you have a BETTER one." "Oh, fuck, fuck!" He's so cute when he bends over and babbles, hopping around the room like a 9-year-old. "A fuck? If you're lucky, little boy. Now get your mouth down there, like a good little brother." It's wonderful how nice and horny 16-year-olds are. They'll do anything to come. And it's *such* a big deal to them. "Mmphhh!" "The tongue, HARDER!" "MMMphhhhhhhh!" Brian has a very well-trained mouth. I'm proud of myself. He gets me to come three more times. Finally I have pity on him. The slut keeps begging for it. His thing looks so pretty, bouncing around with all that clear wet-stuff on it. "Do you want to come or not? Stand up straight!" "I'm dying." I ignore him. With two fingers, I tease the stiff thing some more, making it twitch so hard! But I hate it when he shoots that stuff on me, so I always make him *fuck* me before the end. *Shallow* strokes--that drives him insane! And he has to use his thumb on my hot button. Brian does that automatically now. He never forgets. I saw to that. I like to watch it shoot out---from a distance---so sometimes I make him jerk off. That isn't as good for him, but I like it. He's addicted to me, and I like it that way. It gives me more power over him. "You're not dying, Brian. You LOVE this," I say, making it jump from the delicate stroke I'm giving it. Then I grip him harder and get him ready. "Ahhh. Ohhhh. PLEASE, Katie!" "All right, jump in. But make it quick." He gets so rough, pounding his stick into me. A couple of times, he actually makes me feel good. But his mouth is better. "Short strokes! Just an inch! Don't forget again!" "Oh, God!" he screams, but he obeys, his body shaking until he finally finishes. I'm nice and wet, *now* and it's mostly me. I can always tell when he gets close to the end. He speeds up like an animal, then slows down and strokes in me, nine or ten times, grunting like a moose. Then I make him pull out. By then, I'm always dripping, and nice and puffy down there, and I tingle all over. For some reason, he always grabs his balls and holds them for a long time after he's done, all bent over like someone is going to fuck him. I make him work out, but it still takes him forever to catch his breath after this. I wouldn't mind seeing guys fuck, but I don't want anyone to fuck Brian. "You're not DEAD, Brian! Catch your breath over *here,* and put your finger to good use. I hope your nails are short. You know what'll happen if you scratch me." He's a deep shooter. I seldom have any run out of me, and I know he shoots a lot. I let him come once a week. I should make him wait two weeks or more, but I'm too kind. I'm sure he loves this kind of sex play. And it's very entertaining. I should make a video sometime. "You know what's next, slut. And it's gonna be worse for your butt today! I found a lipstick on the floor and it's all scratched now." His face is precious. You'd think he was going to the gallows. I love his eyes wide and full of fear. "Didn't I do you good?" he says, his face angry, then sad. "Yes, but that has nothing to do with this." As he gets closer, I grab his wrists, bend him over the edge of the bed, and start tying him down. "Ah! What are you doing?" "What do you THINK I'm doing, asshole? If you don't shut up, I'll aim the strap at those hairy round things that hang down." That's one great thing about Brian. Not only does he have a good build, but nice body hair. "Please, Katie?" "I'll take pity on you this time." I swing the strap at his butt. I don't use less force, but only give him 25 instead of 30 strokes with it. I love the way Brian kicks his legs and screams at each little slap. And his butt gets so red. I never told him he has a cute little ass. I always run out of space, so I have to strap his legs, too, and that really gets his feet kicking. He yells but never cries, and his face gets red as can be. Body, too--- especially his chest and arms. I think it makes him crave me. But I have to give my brother credit. A long time ago, he stopped complaining about putting his chastity belt on. It's a cute little model. It tucks all his things down and between his legs, so a bulge doesn't show. The lock is a nice brass one. I like the way his thing looks when I take the chastity belt off. It's always stiff and has red circles on the skin. From getting erect, it presses against the inside of the tube, which has holes in it. And I love that it forces him sit down to pee. The way it's made, he can't get to his thing to give it any pleasure at all, and it covers his balls, too. I take it off him once or twice a day to play with his pole--make it bounce and get wet--just a little. And Brian complains and cringes so bad when I put it back on right away. You'd think he'd get it by now. He doesn't get to come when I do that, and I've never made an exception. So naturally, I make him wear it all the time, until I'm ready for sex. The chastity belt is a *must.* You can't trust boys. They'll jerk their thing, any chance they get-- as soon as they're out of sight. One Saturday, I made him get naked and let him go around the house all day without his chastity belt. I pretended to be busy but made sure I knew his every move. That little slut jerked off five times! But I didn't punish him, not directly. Didn't let him know I spied on him. But when Wednesday came around and he wanted sex (*I* wanted sex), I drew it out for five hours and agonized the boy. That was some very sexy squirming and begging he did. I'll have to do it again sometime. I was really wet that day. Now I keep him naked most of the time. The phone rings. It's my girlfriend Angie. She starts talking about boys in school, then her older brother, then her ex., and one thing leads to another. As we talk, I decide to have our usual crowd of girls come over Friday night. I have a feeling this will be the best Friday night get-together, ever. And Angie will bring her brother, Damien. I'll get some of the others to bring their boyfriends--the ones I know we can have fun with. The parents work 6 pm to 3 am on Friday nights. Sometimes Saturday and Sunday, too. Perfect timing for *this* party. I finally have Brian housebroken--he stays naked now whenever our parents aren't home. Maybe I'll give him some Viagra before the girls get here. Maybe not, might make him wet his pants. I'll dress him, though. At least to start out. I no sooner get off the phone, when boy brother walks in to get his chastity belt put on, his big thing hard and sticking up. How disrespectful---we just had sex. And he tells me he's gay! I have all these *plans* to make for Friday, and he's doing *show-and-tell* in my room! TWO whole years I've groomed Brian's mind, body and pole. Seven inches of hard brother-thing about to go to waste on some stupid boy's ass! At least Brian *better* be the top, ONLY, or I'll take the strap to his little butt till he can't walk. And Brian goes on and on about this dork he's supposed to be in love with--some boy named Peter. He tells me all about Peter--he's 15 and all blond; hairless body, weighs 115 pounds, and is all of 5 foot 6, ta da, ta da. Like *I* care. I could just picture a wisp of a boy. Then he shoves a picture in my face of this jerk he's fallen in love with. LOVE? Oh, that's funny. My brother Brian is a *real man* next to that kid in the picture. And Brian's still growing. But I make him promise me he'll always be the TOP. I believe him. He sure as *hell* better not let puny-boy fuck him. If he does, they'll *both* pay! "What do you think, Katie?" Brian is so meek now. I don't shot it a lot but I love him. At least my brother has a deep voice, even though he's just 16. I bet that tramp of a boy he's hooking up with has a high voice, no chest, and a scrawny 3-inch excuse for a thing to go with it. "I don't give a crap if you're gay, dammit! You're still having sex with me whenever I say." "Yeah, Katie. No problem." He's so fucking cooperative sometimes. But he did have that begging tone I like. "I'll let you out of your chastity belt on Friday nights, and you can stay out with your boyfriend from 7:30 to 10:30. When you get home, the belt goes back on. So you better have all your fun by then. I don't think he's for *you,* but that's *your* problem." "Oh!" he said. Poor baby is disappointed. Wants big sis to approve. Like hell I will! "Don't get soft on me, Brian! And don't get me *wrong!* I think you should have all the fun you can with him." Which I thought wasn't a hell of a lot. "But this changes NOTHING about your punishments!" Wouldn't you know, he's pleased with all that. He just wants to dip his noodle in some skinny boy, I suppose. "Okay, cool. Thank you, Katie." "Not THIS Friday! I got plans for you." I rarely mingle Brian with the girls, except to have him wait on us for special occasions. And this would be one of them. "Oh," he said, looking very serious. "Can Peter come over?" "No, Peter can NOT come over until all my guests are gone! He can come over and help you clean up. And the belt goes on RIGHT AWAY unless you do something SUPERB to please me and my guests." I almost laugh, his eyes get so big. Then Brian looks at me with this hard masculine look, takes it like a man, and just walks out. Sometimes Brian surprises me and makes me get an itch. He was so powerful there for a moment, I almost feel bad that I need him Friday night. Now that I know Brian is gay, or thinks he is, I start to wonder if he'll stare at Damien--Angie's brother. Or make a move on him. That'll be fun to watch. Damien is a cutie, too--bigger than Brian, but still a little hottie to my way of thinking. Straight or not, it'll be a hoot to see what happens if we tie Damien down and make Brian lick his wick! Well, I grab my shopping list and make a note to buy a stiff scrub-brush for my brother's thing. Brian is gonna be *clean* when he gets between MY legs. I almost have a mind to tell him no anal sex with his boy whore. The brush will compensate for that indulgence and be my consolation. I hear that the skin on a boy's thing is more sensitive when he stays soft. I wondered if that's true. Because if it is, it'll hurt and stay real soft with those bristles scrubbing over it. I'll probably lose him soon, but other things are popping up on the horizon. My girlfriend Angie is 16, and really into the spank scene. It's amazing the type of things she tells me she does to her nice 17-year-old brother, Damien. With her it's not even spank--she says it's worse. But she's always vague about it. She goes in moods. One minute she's mean, the next she's apologizing--like a bi-polar spanker. Angie says Damien takes his spankings in stride, and loves her. But I'm sure Angie's brother isn't as devoted as my Brian. I can't imagine what Damien's butt looks like. Maybe bad, maybe not. She's saving the details for Friday. Angie says he can always sit down after her session with him, and hold a conversation. So, whatever *that's* worth. And if all goes well, Damien will be the star attraction at Friday night's little party. From what Angie says, the rest of us girls will not only be *seeing* Damien, we'll *hear* from him. She won't tell me the details on that, either, but I can just imagine. See what you think. Write to me. More to come. Katie P.S. I just used the scrub brush on Brian's pole-thing. It makes him sing loud in the shower. Makes it a little red but it doesn't look innjured. I made him lick me good, too, for all the extra work I had to do. Maybe I can show the girls when they're over. Maybe. For now, I better be sure it's clean, and scrub it again. Ta-ta and all that. --Katie. In case you forgot, it's EverettStorOrg@yahoo.com (and it's NOT an org!)