Message-ID: <6732eli$9803101549@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: corn53@aol.com (Corn53) Subject: Spanked by Big Brother M/f, w/s, pre-teen Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19980307045101.XAA16634@ladder02.news.aol.com> Spanked by Big Brother (pre-teen) (REVISED 1-29-98) My brother came home from college for the summer. I was glad to have him around the house again, most of the time. He was kind of a slob and I had to clean up after him sometimes, because I was the girl. Mom was always after me to help clean up the house, but she didn’t bother him. One thing I did like though, was swimming in the backyard pool more because there was somebody else home to keep an eye on me in the pool. We weren't allowed to swim alone. I’m 11 and don’t have real beasts yet, but I always had to wear the top of my suit when we went to the public pool. Mom said she was going to get me a training bra before I start the sixth grade in the fall. Most of my friends already had them. Anyway, Tom didn’t care if I left the top off at home. If Mom was gone it even seemed like he encouraged me to swim without it. I still don’t have any hair on my legs or “bikini area,” as Mom called it. My sandy blonde hair is just barely long enough to put in pig tials. Anyway, last week I was just wearing baggy shorts to swim in and Tom was the only person at home. When I climbed out of the pool it seemed like he was staring at me from his chair where he was pretending to read his book. I got out and started doing some aerobic exercises near him. He liked the music and was pretending not to stare at me through his dark sunglasses. My titties were just big enough to jiggle when I danced and Tom started holding his book on his lap and moving it around on himself. My titties were each centered in a white triangle, since I had some tan from the public pool. They were about golf ball size and almost as white - except for my tiny, pink nipples. I decided to tease him. “Would you put some lotion on my back for me please, Tom?” I asked. “Sure, Sis, Id’ be glad to. I like the way your pig tails bounce around when you do your exercises. By the way, you're getting so grown up. Lie down on your towel and I’ll put lotion all over you.” he said. I laid on my tummy and he put lotion all over my back and legs. He seemed to tug the leg of my shorts over to the side, like he wanted to see my bottom. I parted my legs a little so he could see inside my shorts better. It felt so good the way he kept rubbing me. He didn’t used to be that nice to me. We were never close friends since he’s 8 years older than me. He even reached a few inches under my baggy shorts to put lotion on the bottom of my fanny. I rolled over to see what he would do. "I'm getting so sleepy from swimming. Thanks again for watching me, Tom." He did my legs first, moving them around so he could see up my shorts - from just a foot away. Then he did my tummy and shoulders, avoiding my breasts as if he wasn’t sure if I would get mad. He did around the edge on my left breast and got closer to the nipple each time he got another handful of lotion. Since I didn’t object he finally began massaging it right onto my breasts. He kept putting on more and more and more! “You look a little pale right here.” he said in a choked voice. I didn’t answer, pretending to have fallen asleep since he had been rubbing me so long. “Are you awake, Sis?” he asked quietly. “Can you hear me?” When I didn't respond he began putting more lotion on my legs, lifting my shorts up and aside so that he could see my hairless crack better. He lifted one knee and laid it against him over his knee. He tugged my shorts down just a little bit, massaging lotion all the while, in case I ‘woke up.’ My pale, hairless crack was completely exposed to him through the leg of my baggy shorts. “Sis, are you asleep?” as he moved my knee up and back against him. This time when I didn’t answer, he straightened both my legs, put my feet together, and tugged my shorts a little lower down to my thighs. Through the slits of my eyelashes I noticed him rubbing himself and getting up on his hands and knees. Then he tentatively kissed my tummy. I remained still and he kissed me right on the crack! When I still didn’t stir, he kissed me harder and began sliding his tongue up and down my already wet slit. He spread my legs farther apart and licked me some more. He moved up towards my chest and began nibbling on my tiny breasts. It felt so good, but I couldn’t move or he would know I was just pretending. I heard him moan when he was kissing my slit the next time and between my eyelashes I saw him squeezing his pants. Then he pulled up my shorts and ran in the house. I laid there for awhile to maintain the charade, thinking “What should I try next?” He came back outside a little later and jumped in the pool. When he climbed out he dripped some water on me and I rolled over and yawned and 'woke up.' "Huh?" I yawned and stretched as I sat up. "I must have fallen asleep. Are you done putting lotion on me? I remember you massaging my legs and then must have dozes off." He began treating me nicer after that. The next day he was at work all day, but he volunteered to baby-sit me that night. That was a first! He told Mom he had lots of reading to do. As soon as Mom left he asked if I had finished my chores. He jokingly said he might have to spank me if the kitchen wasn’t cleaned up by 8:00. So I asked him, “ What are you going to do, give me a spanking and then give me my bath and tuck me in?” He laughed and said, “That sounds exactly like what you need, young lady.” Now you’ve got 10 minutes to clean up that kitchen and get ready for your bath before I have to punish you.” I could see a bulge forming in his pants as he sat in the kitchen in his soccer shorts and t-shirt. “I don’t have to clean up the kitchen and I don’t have to take a bath and you can’t make me!” I taunted. Then I ran up to my room with an idea forming in my mind. I came back down a few minutes later wearing only brief silky panties and strutted into the kitchen. I put my hands on my hips as I stood in front of him and announced, "Mom says I don't have to wear a nightie in the summer, and I don't want to clean up the kitchen because it's your turn, and I'm not going to take a bath!" It was hard to keep a straight face. He had practically jumped up when I walked in with just my panties on. “I’m ready for bed and I don't have to take a bath.” I dared him again, standing there with my hands on my hips. “I'm not cleaning up the kitchen either!” “Come here you bad girl.” he said smiling broadly. Then he reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the living room. I went more or less willingly, but we wrestled around while I pretended to struggle. He kept ‘accidently’ touching my panties and bare breasts as he tried to get me to lay across his lap. Finally he had me in position across his lap and gave me several playful spanks on my bottom, resting his hand there between spanks. “That doesn’t hurt a bit!” I taunted. “I’m wearing my ‘spank-proof’ panties!” I giggled and rolled over quickly onto my back, so my body was bent with my hips topmost on his lap and my feet and head resting on the couch. I stopped struggling and closed my eyes in feigned exhaustion, but still chuckling. I knew he could see me through the sheer, brief, white panties. He put one hand across my knees and one across my chest as if to keep me from struggling. “What are you going to do now, you big bully, spank my front?” He took his hand off my knees and ever so lightly spanked my front. He spanked me there a few times, harder each time, then rested his hand right there on my panties. His other hand was still on my chest, when I reminded him, “See? These are my ‘spank-proof’ panties. That didn’t hurt a bit,either.” Slap! He caught me by surprise, as he slapped the front of my panties again. I twitched each time he did it but kept giggling. He lifted his hand about 3 or 4 inches above my panties and slapped his fingers down onto the mound in my tight panties. His left hand was still moving around on my breasts, pretending he was just 'holding me down.' “Maybe I’d better just take your ‘spank-proof’ panties off, Sis, and give your a real spanking.” He was pressing firmly on the front of my panties. “I dare you. You couldn't get them off me if you tried!” I said. So we started wrestling around again while he tried to pull my panties off. He weighs about a hundered pounds more than me and I’m only 11 so I knew he would get them off pretty soon. We were both laughing as we wrestled. Pretty soon we were both on the floor and my panties were half way down. We stopped to rest a moment while I was on my back and his head was on my tummy. One hand was on my chest hold me down and his other hand was on my panties. He scooted down a few inches and his chin was on my mound as he truned to look at my stretched panties. “You can’t get them off if I hold my legs apart.” I taunted and spread my legs as far apart as possible with my panties stretched between my knees. Now his face was right there - you know where. “I should spank your front until you let me take off your panties.” he said and began tapping me on my front, his face just inches away. Since my legs were now apart the slit was open a little and his light slaps were touching my real sensitive inside red area. It stung a tiny bit, but felt good too. Then he put his hand back down on my panties and pulled them off. "Rrrrip." We both heard the panties rip as he pulled them completely off me. He held them up for me to see. They were torn to shreads. We both started laughing uncontrollably. We were being so silly. Then he stood up and picked me up with him. He carried me to the couch and sat down with me on his lap. Tracing little circles on my breasts with his finger, he asked me if I wanted the first spanking on my fanny or my front. “First on my fanny,” I answered and without thinking I added, “then do my front.” Without further discussion he rolled me onto my tummy across his lap and spanked my bare bottom about 20 times. He paused between each smack and rubbed my bottom, even accidently slipping a fingertip between my legs. The spanks stung but felt good. For some reason when he put his fingers between my legs it felt wet! As he started to roll me over so he could spank my bald front, I tried to stand up again to get away. I stood on the couch with one foot on either side of him but he was holding my wrists. My fanny bumped his face as I got ready to spring from the couch. He pulled my arms down and I kneeled down with a plop - with my knees outside of his and my feet still by his hips. I gave up as he pulled me up against him. I could feel his stiffness again through his soccer shorts on my bare bottom. It felt like his thing was between my cheeks. I wiggled around and giggled as he started tickling me. With my knees so wide apart I felt vulnerable. Tom pushed my shoulders forward so that I almost did a headstand off the front of the couch. My weight was supported on my elbows and head. My knees were still on the couch outside his knees and my feet were on either side of his hips. My body was now between his legs - upside-down. This left my bare bottom high and wide open. "I could spank your back or front in this position." he said and began patting my bottom. His hands rested on my fanny with his thumbs on the sides of my open slit. "I just want to look at you a moment, Sis. You look wet. Did you pee a little bit when I was tickling you?" "No, Silly, it just gets wet sometimes. I don't know why." and added" don't put your finger in it. Mom said that could hurt me." "Don't worry, I won't. I'm just going to give you your much deserved spankings! But just so you'll know I'm not mad I'll kiss you there first." and he leaned forward and started kissing my slit. Oh, that felt so great. He stopped kissing me (more like licking) and squeezed it shut with his thumbs in front again and hands on my cheeks. He opened and closed my slit and fanny and chuckled at the smacking noise it made. He made it 'smack' a few more times. We both chuckled at the noise. "You are smacking your lips for another kiss, aren't you ,Sis?" "Yes." I said softly He stopped squeezing in closed and pulled wide open - and kissed me again. I was starting to get a 'mushy' feeling in my tummy. He sat back and said "I won't put my finger in this hole," while sliding his right forefinger up and back in my slit stopping over my 'girl hole,' but maybe I'll put it in this hole." as his finger stopped on top of my fanny. He got his finger wet on my front several times and began building up a little puddle of my slippery juice on my back hole. I wasn't sure what he was plannig to do, but I was tingling inside in anticipation. "Maybe this is a way to embarrass a bad girl like you." he whispered as he slid his finger about an inch into my bottom. On the third time it slid almost all the way in and he kissed me in front at the same time. I was silent now and holding still. Once again - he slid it all the way in - slowly. I was getting embarassed, but it felt strangly good. Then he pulled me back up on his lap, turned me over on my back, without comment, and shifted his body almost sideways on the couch. He lifted one of my legs up over his head and down behind his back. He was sitting between my legs with my hips on his knees and my head at the end of the couch. Even though my legs were apart I bent my free knee outward so that I was even more ‘wide-open.’ He gave me a few taps on the top inside of my slit, and said, “You don’t have your ‘spank-proof’ panties on now, Sis. Tell me if this is too hard.” as he tapped a little harder. His fingers were getting wet again as he tapped me there. He became silent and continued “spank” me a few minutes, rubbing me gently between ‘spanks’. We were both getting worried about what might happen next, so I said, “You’d better give me that bath your promised.” While he hesitated, I jumped off his lap and ran upstairs. I went in the bathroom and locked the door. Then I started the water and put in some bubblebath. I heard him come up the steps a few minutes later. He stopped outside the door and tried to open it. “You’d better let me in. I mean it. Or, you’ll get another spanking.” Tom said, laughing. “I’m going to tell Mom your ripped my panties!” I said through the door. “I’ll tell her you ripped them off of me and then spanked me and then touched me where you shouldn’t have!” “Don’t do that. Please, Sis. I was only playing.” Tom pleaded through the door, no longer laughing. “I’m going to, Tom, You know better! Besides, you’re 19 and I’m only 11. You ripped my panties off and I’m telling.” ....... I had him in my control now. “Please, Sis, I was only playing. Really.” “OK, on one condition.” I said, sounding really serious. “You have to let me spank you and then take a bath with me!.” “No, I can’t do that.” said Tom, “Like you said I’m 19 years old.” “Then I’m going to tell Mom.” I knew I had him. “OK.” he said .... and I opened the door... ****************************************************************** Part 2*********** Spanked by Big Brother, Part 2 (pre-teen) 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 grown back 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 our games. 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 in 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." 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. ***************************************************** part 3 *************************** let me know if you'd like to see part 3 corn53@aol.com NOTE: some of my stories are composites of early memories from readers like you. Please share your early memories with me. (In confidence) will change names - may use as basis for story... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |