Message-ID: <31181asstr$993946203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010630122520.52216.qmail@web20007.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don Winslow Subject: {ASSM} Big Sister Gets Hers, Part 1 Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 20:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman, dennyw __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "Big Sister1.txt" begin> From: "Don Winslow" dwin2001@Yahoo.com Subject {Winslow} "Big Sister Gets Hers," (Part 1) (D/s m/F humil, spnkng) [1/5] Big Sister Gets Hers Part 1 Ronny flopped on the couch. He was bored. He turned on the TV, surfed rapid-fire through all 53 channels, and immediately snapped it off. He got up to roam around the quiet house, just going from room to room, aimlessly, feeling tingly and kind of restless. It came to him: he was free in the big house; the place was all his! For the entire day, he could do anything that he wanted! His parents, off to see Uncle Vinnie and Aunt Grace, wouldn't be back till late. And "the bitch", as he always referred (in private) to his snooty sister, Shelly, was with her stuck-up girlfriends, probably hanging out at that stupid mall. Thoughts of his big sister brought a funny feeling over the gangly teenager. Shelly really was a pain-in-the-ass. The way she'd toss her ponytail and stick her nose up in the air when she turned away to pointedly ignore him, as if he were beneath her...it just burned him up. She was sooo smart; and now that she was a big deal, being a college girl and all -- she was too much! To hear his mother tell it, nothing her pretty little princess could do was wrong, while he was the one who was always in trouble for something. His parents picked on him for everything, while precious Shelly could get away with murder. Usually she could, anyway. But every once in a while, when his Dad decided the kids were getting out of hand, his Dad would get mad. Then look out! When Dad got in one of those moods, someone was going to get a whipping.and even the bitch might get it. Dad would take off his belt, and you knew right away. He didn't have to say anything. You'd have to follow him to the bedroom, and there he'd make you drop your pants and lay over the back of a big heavy chair, while he gave you a good lickin'. Ronny was usually the one on the receiving end, but every once in a while it was his sister who had to make the dreaded trip to the bedroom; he just loved to listen to the sounds coming from upstairs; her squealing and yelping each time the ol' belt whomped her precious ass. It was music to his ears! Then, afterwards, to see her come down the stairs, forced to rejoin the family, still sniffling back the tears, and rubbing her hurting butt, her eyes on the floor so she wouldn't have to see her little brother's big grin. It almost made up for all the times he was the one to have to make the trip upstairs. Almost, but not quite. Of course, since she became a big deal college girl and all, she figured she was too old to get a whippin'. But Dad had threatened her more than once, while Ronny sat quietly at the supper table, hoping, desperately hoping, only to be disappointed at the last minute. Still, Dad did remind her that, in his opinion, she wasn't too big to spank, and that as long as she lived under their roof she'd obey their rules, or else. Ronny believed him, and so did Shelly. But she was sneaky, and she could still get away with lots of stuff. He knew she was a sneak; and to him, she was hopelessly stuck up -- "the bitch". Always ready to boss him around, telling her "little brother" to do this or do that. So, since he thoroughly detested his overbearing sister, it came as surprise to him when he found out the other guys thought she was one hot chick. In fact, they had agreed, of all their sisters, the stuck-up blonde with the long legs was the one they'd most like to fuck. Their words got him thinking about Shelly. Of course he'd never consider fucking his sister; still, he had to admit, she did have nice legs, long and smooth, so that he wanted to touch them. And she had a neat set of small, hard tits, he recalled with a smile. Brian had called them "a pair of doorknobs". He remembered the time they had practically bumped into each other when she came out of the bathroom, still damp from her shower, and wearing nothing but that thin, peach- colored robe of hers. He practically ran into those firm boobs of her, sticking out, right up front. You could even make out the girl's nipples, right through the thin, slightly damp, and tightly stretched silk robe. Ronny went to bed early that night, sporting an enormous hardon. He simply had to jack off. It took only a few seconds of rubbing his aching prick up and down on the sheet and thinking of those jiggling tits and those big, jutting nipples, till he came with a shuddering explosion. Ronny loved to spy on his older sister, something he did whenever he got a chance. But after the eyeful he got outside of the bathroom that night, he thought of her a lot, and he plotted his moves more much deliberately. He waited for the chance for her to forget to close her door to her bedroom, hoping he might be lucky enough to catch her undressing someday. Shelly wasn't very careful, and if she was in a hurry, which she often was, she might easily leave the door ajar. Just once was his patience rewarded, when she raced into the house, still wearing her waitressing uniform, and flew up the steps to hurriedly change. Peeking out from his own bedroom across the hall, he saw his chance. She left the door open just a crack! Stealthily, he crept out into the hall and edged closer. As he eased up to the open door, scarcely daring to breathe, he saw her! She had, by now, stripped down to bra and panties. The discarded uniform, along with a pair of pantyhose, had been flung carelessly on the bed. The slender, blond-haired girl was standing with her back to the door, giving him a view of that tall, leggy body, banded by the bra straps and a pair of violet panties that rode low on her hips. Barefoot, she was stepping into a pair of jeans. As he watched, she bent over, struggling to pull up the tight-fitting jeans. Though Ronny sometimes was lucky enough to see his sister's bare legs in shorts, or even better when she wore those short nightie pajamas of hers, and once or twice, he had seen her running around in a slip, he had never seen her in her underwear before. He stood mesmerized by the sight of that panty-clad bottom jutting back at him -- pale, violet colored panties, edged in lace, the shiny fabric drawn smooth and tight over the twin curves of Shelly's plump little behind. His prick surged in his pants, and he reached down to touch himself. Suddenly, the girl straightened to zipper up her snug jeans, sending her watcher back behind the door jamb. But immediately he peered cautiously around again, just in time to see Shelly, now in blue jeans and bra, pad over to the chest of drawers. He studied the flimsy brassiere, thin violet ribbons looping her slim shoulders, a narrow band of lacy elastic stretching across her smooth back, widening under the arms to form soft, silky half-cups that cradled those small tits of hers. And he could just see the tops of those high- set breasts, bulging slightly, as they were pressed into the uplifting cups. He watched her root through a jumble of T-shirts, selecting one that would do. Quickly, he ducked back, as she turned around, pulling the T-shirt down over her head even as she headed towards the door, stepping into her sandals on the way. On tiptoes, he scurried back to the safety of his room, and very cautiously closed the door behind him with a quiet click, just as he heard Shelly's door slam shut as she started down the hall. He had been very nearly caught, but...he had seen his sister in her panties! The sight inspired him, leaving him excited, with a burning curiosity, an impossibly stiff hardon, and a surprising surge of renewed interest in his pretty blond sister. Shelly prancing around in panties and bra was a sight he would never forget! It stayed with him, to interrupt his thoughts when he least expected it. He took it to bed with him that night, and for many nights thereafter. And it was a sight that drove the randy teenager wild. He had to see more! He kept taking chances, daring to get a glimpse of her. He knew he was pushing his luck, but the danger made it even more exciting. And he couldn't stop himself. End of Part 1 Copyright 2001, Don Winslow More of Don Winslow's stories may be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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