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 ï>¿My Brother Spanked Me by Story Guy

   Chapter 1

   It was a typical warm, sunny day and Joan was taking advantage of it to
work on her tan.  She had just celebrated her 14thÃ, birthday and one of
her gifts was a new bikini, a string bikini!  Actually it wasn't any
smaller than any other bikini, but it had ties on the hip instead of the
usual waistband.  Still, to Joan, it wasn't a "little girl" bikini, but
rather a "woman" bikini.

   Her father was on a business trip, her mother working, and her 15 year
old brother, Paul, had some school thing so wouldn't be home until later in
the afternoon.  Although it sounded like Paul was only a year older than
she, he was almost 2 years older.  His birthday was 3 months after hers and
he'd be turning 16.

   The family was rather affluent, the father being a corporate lawyer and
the mother owned an exclusive beauty shop.  When Paul and Joan were younger
they had a sitter watch the after school until their mother got home.  Now
that they were older, they stayed by themselves.  They had a big house with
a pool in the backyard, where Joan was headed.

   She flopped down on one of the lounges on her belly and undid the strap
of her bikini bra so she wouldn't end up with a line across her back.  The
pool was enclosed with a high stockade fence and their lot was huge with
trees lining the sides.  The back was woods and the sides were so thick you
couldn't even see the neighbor's houses, so Joan knew no one would see her.
It wouldn't bother her if she was seen though.  What girl doesn't undo the
strap of her bikini top when she is on her belly sunning?

   Joan's back was getting hot so she was going to turn over.  Normally
she'd do up her top, then roll, but today she felt daring.  If girls didn't
want tan lines on their back, why would they want them on their front?  Of
course they would always have their boobs covered, but what about the
straps?  Some tops were lower than others too, so what about that she
rationalized.

   Cautiously Joan listened for any sounds people might make, but she heard
nothing.  She already knew she couldn't be seen anyway, but as she lifted
herself with her arms, she looked around as well.  Satisfied she was quite
alone, Joan rolled over on her back leaving her top where it was â ,¬ -œ
under her.  For the first time except for maybe when she was really young,
Joan was topless outside.

   She was quite proud of her growing breasts.  She didn't have the biggest
ones in her class, but they weren't the smallest by far.  Her best friend,
Annie, had the biggest, which was strange.  Annie was one of the shortest
and tiniest girls in the class, except for her boobs.  She was almost 3
inches shorter than Joan.  At least Annie's weren't that much bigger Joan
told herself.

   Joan settled back in the lounge enjoying the sun on her front,
especially her breasts.  Her eyes, because of the bright sun, were closed,
but it felt like she could actually feel the sun's rays on her breasts, not
just the warmth.  It felt good, but reminded her she was topless.

   She began to daydream.  Being so exposed, her thoughts became sexual. 
Joan imagined a group of boys standing around her.  She didn't mind that at
all because these boys were all completely naked.  They had gathered to
look at her boobs and as they stared, their cocks stiffened.  She was
making them hard with her exposed boobs.

    -œ"Am I making you horny?" she asked them in her daydream, to which
they all nodded.  "You can rub yourself if you want," Joan told them and
each reached for his stiff rod.

   "Are you going to do it too?" one of the boys in her daydream asked, to
which all the others agreed.  Joan asked if she did, would they squirt for
her and all said yes in unison.

   Without thinking, Joan slid her hand down, then into her bikini bottoms
as her daydream and reality seemed to mix.  Her fingers found her wet pussy
and she started her practiced routine like she did in bed almost every
night.

   "What are you doing?" her brother shouted, snapping Joan into reality
again.

   "Why are you home already?" she gasped as her hand snapped out of her
bottoms.  It took a moment before Joan realized she was still topless and
her arms shot up covering her breasts; her face now turning bright red.

   "Boy, are you in trouble now!" answered Paul, ignoring her question.

   Not only was Joan completely embarrassed being caught, Paul's words sent
her into a panic.  "You can't tell them!" she begged.

   "Wonder if they'll take your phone, ground you for a few months, or
longer, both? ...more?" Paul teased.

   "Oh please, Paul!  I'll do anything! ...clean your room? ....do all your
laundry?  Just name it," Joan pleaded.

   "Hmmm...  Mom and dad would punish you...  hard.  I suppose you should
be punished, but maybe I can do that and they don't need to be involved. 
Something quick and easy.  Maybe I'll just spank you and it will be done
and forgotten," Paul rambled.

   "Spank me?  No!  I won't let you!" Joan gasped.

   "OK," Paul acknowledged as he turned.  "I'll just let mom and dad handle
it."

   "Wait!  OK...  I agree," Joan surrendered.

   "Meet me in our TV room," Paul instructed as he walked away.

   Once she was alone again, Joan picked up her bikini top and put it back
on.  She thought about what Paul said.  He was right.  She would be lucky
if she only was grounded for a few months and lost her phone.  As much as
she didn't want to be spanked, especially by him, it was a far better
choice.  Generally Paul was nice to her, better than most brothers,
according to her friends.  She hoped he would still be now.

   Joan walked in to their TV room.  Their bedrooms were almost like a
separate suite within the house.  It had been an addition.  The bedrooms
were on either side of the addition.  Between them there was a bathroom
with doors to each of their rooms, and in front of that was another room,
their TV room.

   Paul was sitting on the small couch.  Joan didn't want to risk arguing
about her punishment and having her parents involved, so just asked, "Where
do you want me?"

   Paul, very calmly, answered, "Pull your pants down and lay across my
lap."

   "No!" Joan gasped.  "I'm not taking my pants off!"

   Paul looked at her for a moment, then stood up heading toward his room.
"OK...  If you'd rather let mom and dad handle it..."

   Once more Joan panicked.  "Wait!  I just meant I'd feel funny pulling
them down.  You're the one spanking; you're supposed to pull them down. 
I'll lay across your lap, you pull them down, then spank me.  That's how
it's suppose to be done."

   "OK," Paul agreed as he sat back down.  Joan walked over to him, took a
deep breath, then took her position across his lap, kneeling on the floor
as well.  Her heart was pounding.  It wasn't the first time he would see
her bare ass; they used to take baths together, but that was years ago.  He
had seen her in panties on occasion, even recently, but that's not the same
thing.  Even panties cover.

   For a while nothing happened.  Maybe he changed his mind Joan thought,
but then he asked, "Do I untie the sides or just pull them down?"

   Untying them would be easier, but they'd just fall off and she wouldn't
be wearing anything at all then.  If he pulled them down, her front would
still be covered.  "Pull," she mumbled.

   She sucked her breath in as she felt his fingers on her bikini bottoms
and held her breath as they agonizingly slowly lowered.  Joan's face turned
red with embarrassment.  She opened her mouth to tell him to stop when they
hit the top of her thighs, but he stopped before she could get the words
out.  The front of her bikini slipped down as well; lower than she'd even
wear her skimpiest panties, but at least her pussy was covered, although no
doubt her bush was exposed.

   Again nothing was happening.  Joan knew he was looking at her bare ass.
That's when she noticed something next to her side.  She could feel his
cock getting hard.  Her body was making him stiff.  As much as the
"compliment" pleased her, she was still embarrassed.  "Just spank me and
get it over with," she groaned.



   Chapter 2

   "This is so embarrassing," Joan muttered as she was bare assed and on
her brother's lap.  Her legs were clamped together tightly hoping he
wouldn't be able to see her pussy as well.

   "We can take care of that," he stated.  "Stand up for a minute."

   "No!  Just spank me," Joan snapped.

   "Do you want to do it my way or let Mom and Dad do things their way?" he
offered.  Knowing she had no choice, she stood, but pulled up her bikini
bottoms as she did.  "That's better," he smiled.  "I'll be right back. 
Don't move."

   She watched him stand up and go into his room.  A minute later he
returned carrying some sort of cloth.  "What's that for?" Joan questioned.

   "I'm going to blindfold you so you can't see me seeing you," he grinned.
He then folded the cloth into a blindfold and tied it over her eyes.  "Can
you see anything?" She shook her head.  "Good.  Now I'm going to take your
bikini off and before you say no, remember what the alternative is.  I
already saw you naked at the pool so it's not something I haven't just
seen."

   Joan wanted to protest, but everything he said was true and she feared
what her parents would do.  "Just get it over with," she resigned.  Her
face turned red as she felt her top being untied and fall to the floor.  It
embarrassed her even more when her nips hardened.  As his hands went to the
ties on her bottom, she couldn't stop herself from blurting, "No, please
don't."

   "You told me to pull down your pants; that it was 'how it was supposed
to be done' didn't you?  Want me to stop and let Dad do it?  I bet he would
be the one spanking you," he calmly asked.  She thought for a moment, then
shook her head.  "So you want me to pull them down then?" he asked and she
reluctantly nodded.  He must have been holding the ties because as soon as
she nodded, she felt them both release.  Instinctively her hands covered
her now exposed pussy.  "That's not so bad is it?" he asked.

   "How do you think it is?  I'm the one naked, not you.  How would you
feel if you were naked?" she snapped.  He went silent for a minute.  "Give
me your hand," he then said.  Keeping one hand over her pussy, she held the
other out to him.  He took it and she felt his stiff cock.  She snapped her
hand back.  "Are you naked?" she gasped.

    -œ"You seemed to want me naked too, so I did it.  Ready to get spanked
now?" he answered.  "I'm sitting on the couch again.  Give me your hand and
I'll help you lay across my lap again," he offered.  She didn't accept his
offer until she stumbled trying to lay down again.  Her hands went out
instinctively to protect herself.  He grabbed her hand steadying her.  Both
hands had gone out, but once she regained her balance her free hand went to
her pussy again and she carefully lay across his lap again.

   "Your on your stomach.  You don't need to cover yourself.  Your body is
doing that now.  Pull your hand out from under you," he softly ordered. 
Knowing he was right she slowly pulled her hand up.  His hard cock pressed
against her naked hip.  Strangely it excited her knowing he was naked too,
but that didn't help her embarrassment much.  "Ready?" he questioned.

   Joan nodded.  She had gone this far.  She just wanted it over at this
point.  His hand came down on her bare ass, not hard, but hard enough that
she knew she was being spanked.  He spanked her for a while light enough
she didn't even sting.  She became more aware of the hard cock rubbing on
her hip as she was spanked.  "Want your blindfold off?" he asked, pausing
his spanking.

   She knew it wouldn't make her less naked and wanted to see him, so
nodded.  He rested one hand on her ass and pulled off her blindfold with
the other.  As her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked up at him and
asked, "Are you done?" He didn't answer, but started spanking her again. 
Curiosity got to her and she looked over her shoulder to see his stiff
member standing proud against her hip.

   It fascinated her.  She knew he had a cock, but actually seeing it,
especially hard, excited her.  He continued lightly slapping her ass
exciting her even more.  Her pussy began to drool.  With her body reacting,
her muscles began to relax and without realizing it, her legs parted
slightly.  Her hips were also moving, mashing her pussy onto his leg.  Her
eyes closed as her body took control over her brain.

   The spanking stopped and was replaced by his hand rubbing her ass.  As
first he was just rubbing her ass cheeks, but slowly his hand gravitated
toward the center, between her legs.  Without thinking, each time his hand
ventured between her legs a bit, they parted more.  After a few minutes he
was rubbing her pussy.

   Her hips began moving, tilting to present her pussy to his probing
fingers.  Her head lowered as her body inched forward while her hips tilted
more and her legs continued to part until her pussy was completely
presenting itself to him and he was able to reach her special place, that
button at the top of her slit.  Her pussy was now soaked.

   Joan held her breath as her body cocked itself, then triggered her
orgasm.  Her chest heaved as she gasped for air as pleasure flooded her
body.  Wave upon wave of ecstasy washed over her completely unaware of
anything else.  Eventually, on the verge of overload, she pushed his hand
away.  Her climax ebbed, then subsided and her body slowly recovered.

   As the world came back into focus she slid back and ended up kneeling
next to his legs.  She could see his stiff cock almost quivering as it
strained standing straight up.  Joan reached up and wrapped her hand around
his cock.  "Show me how," she muttered.  His hand went over her hand and he
started moving her hand back and forth along his stiffness.

   As she picked up his rhythm, his hand fell away and he leaned back
jutting his hips forward.  It was only a short time before his face
scrunched up and a rope of cum shot from his cock.  "Don't stop!" he
blurted.  She continued pumping as streams of cum kept squirting into the
air.  Finally he grabbed her wrist stopping her movements.

   Both stayed quiet for a few minutes recovering.  Joan kept a hold of his
cock and again was fascinated as he began to shrink.  A little while later
she released him and his now limp cock flopped down onto his leg.  He was
still leaning back on the couch as she brought her cum soaked hand to her
mouth and her tongue touched his ejaculation.

   It was the first time she had seen cum let alone tasted it.  It was
salty and slimy.  The slimy part she had expected because of the feel, but
the taste wasn't as bad as she had imagined.  Her hand dropped quickly as
he started to stir.

   "No need to report you now.  You've been punished.  I trust you'll
behave now?" he grinned.

   "If I don't, will you spank me again?" teased Joan.

   "I guess I'll have to if only to keep you out of trouble," he answered.
She gave him a puzzled look.  "It's either that or tell Mom and Dad.  Would
you rather that or get spanked?"

   "Guess the only choice I have is behave or get spanked again," she
giggled.



   Chapter 3

   Joan didn't sleep well that night.  It wasn't because she was spanked,
wasn't because her brother made her climax, or wasn't because she had
climaxed him.  It was because she didn't mind what happened and actually
part of her liked it.  Girls weren't supposed to do stuff like that,
especially with their brothers.  Was something wrong with her that she
liked what had happened?

   She woke up a little groggy.  As was her habit, she walked to the
bathroom door and lightly knocked, but no answer.  She tried the door and
it was unlocked, so obviously her brother wasn't in there.  She opened the
door and jumped.  Her brother was in there brushing his teeth.  To make the
situation worse he was only wearing his underwear.  "Sorry!" she gasped.

   Before she could close the door, he grabbed it.  "It's OK.  You can come
in.  I don't mind."

   She just stood in the doorway for a moment before she realized she was
only wearing panties and a sports bra.  Her brother had already looked back
into the mirror and continued to brush his teeth like she wasn't even
there. Torn with what to do, she muttered, "I gotta pee."

   He paused brushing his teeth and, without looking at her, just said, "Go
ahead, unless you need me to help." He looked at her, smiled, then went
back to brushing.  It struck her how calm he was.  He made no attempt to
hide and didn't really pay much attention to her.  Still unsure, she
stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, but, aside from stepping in,
remained motionless.  He finished brushing, then looked over at her.  "I
can leave if you're shy, but I was going to take a shower," he casually
told her.

   "Go ahead.  I don't mind.  I'll wait," she mumbled before thinking about
it and turned to leave once more.

   "You don't have to.  You've seen me anyway, so it's no big deal now.  Go
ahead and pee," he stated and she turned back around.

   He pushed his underwear down to his feet like she wasn't there, kicked
them off, then looked up at her.  She was shocked at his boldness, but also
sort of flattered he didn't mind her seeing his body.  She stared at his
boyhood for a moment, then dropped her gaze at the floor.  She was torn
with what to do, but didn't want to look foolish.  After taking a deep
breath, she pushed her panties down to her thighs.

   As she did, she heard the shower door close.  Had he seen her or even
looked?  She sat down on the toilet, did her business, then stood pulling
her panties up again.  So much had suddenly changed overnight.  He had
never done anything like that before, but this morning acted like it was a
normal thing.  Joan looked at the shower door.  It was glass, but was
etched, so she couldn't really see clearly.  He was obviously naked and she
thought she could make out his cock, which looked like it has stiffened.

    -œJoan wasn't sure how long she watched, but it made her feel awkward
staring at him even though he probably couldn't see her looking, so she
turned toward the sink to brush her teeth.  The shower door opened causing
Joan to look into the mirror.  Her brother stepped out of the shower and
grabbed a towel.  Her body blocked the reflection of his body, but she knew
he was obviously still naked.

   She finished brushing and turned to face him.  He was drying off, but
not holding the towel attempting to cover himself at all.  She caught
glimpses of him as he dried and noticed he was still hard.  "Shower's all
yours," he smiled as he dried.  Joan just stood there, watching her
brother; glimpsing at his nudity.  He was holding the towel loosely, then
turned completely naked to face her again.  "You going to take a shower?"
he asked.

   "Um...  Yeah," Joan muttered.  She realized she had been standing there
looking at him; looking at his body.  Even though he had made no attempt to
hide, she had been watching him and made no attempt to turn away.  Even now
he was standing naked in front of her.  How could she deny him after all
that?  Slowly she pulled the sports bra over her head, revealing her boobs
to him.  She hesitated, hoping he would leave even though she couldn't
really ask him too.

   Slowly her hands went to her panties and she pushed them down, stepping
out of them.  He looked at her.  "You're cute, but a little too much hair,"
he smiled.

   "You think I should cut my hair?" she questioned.

   "No, not on your head.  There," he told her, pointing at her pussy.

   "Oh," she blushed, then turned and went into the shower.  As she started
to wash, Joan looked down at her pussy.  She did trim, but with dark hair
her bush was very visible.  She had thought of shaving, a few of her
friends did, but she hadn't done it yet.  Maybe her brother was right.  She
picked up her razor and carefully began to remove her pubes.

   Once finished Joan looked down at her work.  It was strange not to have
hair on her pussy any longer.  The last time she was smooth was years ago.
It felt nice and didn't look too bad, even though different.  She stepped
out of the shower grabbing a towel.  It surprised her to see the door to
her brother's room still open.

   Joan could see him laying on his bed with the towel still around his
waist.  She thought about closing the door, but he had been open with her
after he showered.  Secretly she also wanted him to see her new look.  Joan
dried off while he watched, but unlike him she attempted to stay covered
although she expected he would get peeks at her nudity anyway.

   She finished drying off and was holding the towel against her body as
she faced him, although the towel was not wrapped around her.  Nervousness
was beginning to enter her brain and she feared she would chicken out if
she waited much longer.  Mustering what little courage she had left, Joan
let the towel go with one arm and it fell to her side, exposing her body.
"You like?" she giggled.

   Her brother climbed off his bed, but didn't hold his towel, which
unwrapped from him and stayed on the bed.  He slowly walked into the
bathroom where she was with his stiff cock bobbing.  Joan was almost
hypnotized and didn't move at all.  He stopped in front of her and his hand
went to her pussy.  She wasn't sure if he did it on purpose or not, but he
went right to her hot spot.

   "Nice...  I like it," he said softly making her slightly smile.  "Open
your legs so I can feel better," he told her.  Joan wasn't sure why she did
it, but her legs parted.  "Feels sexy," he said as his hand went between
her now open legs and began moving.  She could already feel her body
reacting to his touches.

   Joan's eyes became heavy, but not because she was tired.  Her body was
overwhelming her mind with pleasure.  Her legs parted more, giving him more
room, and her hand went to his shoulder for balance.  She could feel her
fire start to burn.  As he continued to stimulate her she felt her knees
getting weak, so leaned into him for support.  As she did her hips jut
forward mashing her now wet pussy into his hand.

   She had no idea how he had learned, but he learned well.  Joan felt like
her body was about to explode.  Her chest was heaving as her ecstasy kept
increasing, taking over her body.  She almost collapsed when her orgasm
finally hit her.  Her hips slammed forward and Joan clung to his arm
fearing she was going to fall.  Slowly her climax ebbed, then began to
fade.

   Suddenly his finger pushed forward entering her body.  Her breath sucked
in as her pussy greedily swallowed it.  She held her breath for a moment
before the air rushed out of her lungs as she came again.  His finger kept
pushing into her coaxing cum out of her.  As great as it felt, she pushed
his hand away in desperation as her body was close to overload.  After a
few minutes the world came back into focus.

   His hand took her free hand and moved it toward his quivering, stiff
cock.  She knew what he wanted and, in her current state, she welcomed the
invitation.  Her hand reached out for his stiff member.  It surprised her
how hot his cock felt against the palm of her hand.  Her fingers slid down
to feel his cum laden balls before sliding back up and around his cock.

   As he had showed her the night before, she began pumping him.  It didn't
seem to take long before cum shot from his cock hitting her belly.  She
kept stroking him as stream upon stream of cum squirted out and onto her.
Eventually he stopped cumming and she released his shrinking cock.

   Joan looked down at her belly, now covered with dribbles of cum.  Out of
curiosity she ran her finger over a dollop, feeling it.  She scooped up
more so it was now covering the end of her finger.  He reached out taking
her hand, lifting it.  "Open your mouth," he said softly.  Without
thinking, she did as he told her.  He maneuvered her hand, sticking the cum
covered finger into her mouth.

   Again without thinking what she was doing, her mouth closed and she
tasted cum for the second time in her life.  It was slimy, salty too, but
surprisingly she wasn't repulsed by it.  The taste was foreign to her, like
nothing she had tasted before.  It made her feel good to have his cum on
her mouth and she scooped more, tasting that too.

   "Spread it around.  I've heard it's good for your skin," he told her. 
In her mesmerized state, her hand went to her belly and she began rubbing,
covering her skin with his cum.  She even rubbed some into her breasts.

   "I gotta go get dressed," she stated, embarrassed by what she was doing.
Quickly Joan turned and walked into her room to her dresser.  She opened
the drawer and pulled out a clean pair of panties.

   "No, don't wear any," he told her.  Joan turned around to see her
brother, still nude only now with a limp cock, standing in the doorway. 
She paused, pondered what he was asking her to do, then turned and put her
panties back.  Another drawer was opened and she pulled out a pair of
shorts, then turned to face him again, holding the shorts.  He nodded and
she stepped into them.  "Sexy," he muttered, making her smile, then he
turned and walked toward his room.



   Chapter 4

   It was life as usual for Joan, except for the fact she wasn't wearing
panties.  Naturally no one could tell, but Joan felt like everyone somehow
knew.  Her brother, of course, knew and occasionally during the day, asked
her how she felt making her blush.  As the day went on she realized no one,
except her brother, had any idea of her state of dress and as she relaxed
more she began feeling sexy.

   Aside from asking her how she felt, Joan's brother didn't really tease
her about not wearing panties.  The fact he knew actually excited her a
little.  By the end of the day she was horny and was anxious to get to the
privacy of her bed to get some relief.

   Joan and her brother, as usual, went to bed at the same time.  They
walked into their respective rooms like they normally did.  Joan needed to
pee, so walked into the bathroom.  The door into her brother's room was
open, so she walked over to close it.  She glanced into his room as she
grabbed the doorknob and stopped short.

   Her brother was changing and as she looked into his room his underwear
dropped.  He looked up, saw her, and muttered, "Hi," but made no effort to
hide at all.  He casually walked to his drawer, pulled out a clean pair of
underwear, and put them on.  Joan got a spectacular view of his body,
complete with an erection.  The whole incident only lasted a minute or two,
but it seemed far longer to Joan.

   He walked passed her and into the bathroom to the sink and began
brushing her teeth.  Joan still needed to pee and, after what she just
witnessed, couldn't really ask him to leave nor could she wait for him to
leave because of the urgency.  That left one option.  Her shorts dropped,
making her blush, but she sat down and peed.  Her brother, as he did
before, didn't pay much attention to her and continued blushing.

   Joan finished up and walked back into her room to change.  She opened
her drawer pulling out an oversized tee and tossed it onto her bed.  As she
looked up she saw her brother leaning against her doorway.  He obviously
knew she was going to undress and it seemed he had decided to watch her. 
Her first instinct was to throw him out, but she had just watched him
change, so...

   The first thing off was her top, but she was still wearing her bra. 
Joan looked up at her brother and he was smiling.  It was a reaction she
liked and gave her the courage to continue.  Her bra dropped, letting him
see her breasts.  She paused, letting him look at her for a moment. 
Strangely she couldn't just drop her shorts while facing him, so turned
toward her bed, away from him, before dropping them to the floor and
exposing her ass to him.  She tried not to look like she was hurrying, but
quickly picked up her tee.  "You gotta nice ass," he muttered as the tee
came over her head.

   "Thanks," she giggled as she turned to face him again just before her
tee dropped.  It made her blush again, but she wanted him to see her
anyway.

   He paused for a moment, then stammered, "Um...  Do you...  Ah...  Do you
ever rub yourself?" She looked at him puzzled.  "You know...  Get yourself
off.  Masturbate." Her face turned bright red, but she nodded.  "I've never
seen a girl do that.  I'm not even sure what they do.  Would you show me?"

   Joan was shocked and didn't know how to answer him.  She had planned on
doing herself, but doing it in front of him was something entirely
different.  Joan didn't feel like just saying no, but instead tried to make
him say no.  "Would you show me how you masturbate?" she countered.  He
thought for a moment, then his underwear dropped to his feet, exposing his
erection, and he kicked them off.

   Slowly he walked over toward her until he was standing in front of her.
"OK," he muttered.  "I'm naked.  Are you going to take off your tee? ...let
me see you?" Strangely a feeling of calm, a sensual, exciting calm came
over her.  Joan reached for the bottom of her tee and pulled it over her
head, dropping it to the floor.  "Nice...  How do you want to do this?  Do
you want to watch me, then you do it?  You do it first then watch me?  Do
it together?  If you like, I could spank you again, if it makes you feel
better," he offered.

   "Together, but spank me first," she whispered.  Her words surprised her
even though she meant them.  She felt she should be spanked.  She willingly
got naked for him and was going to willingly let him watch her get herself
off.  Those thoughts excited her beyond belief, but she knew she shouldn't
do that.

   He sat down on her bed.  "Ready?" he asked.

   Joan's pussy had already began to drool, embarrassing her.  She leaned
across his lap, but this time kept her legs slightly parted so he could see
her pussy, embarrassing her even more despite the fact she wanted him to
see her.  His hard cock pressed against her hip and she resisted the urge
to grab it.

   His hand slapped her bare ass.  As he had done before, it wasn't too
hard, just hard enough she knew she was being spanked.  Her ass began to
warm, fueling the fire in her pussy.  As he continued to spank her, her
legs parted more.  Her body was displaying her treasures to him although
her mind wanted her to cover up.

   Her ass was beginning to sting by the time he stopped.  He had somehow
rolled her, lifted her, and placed her on the bed next to him.  "How do you
want to do this?" he asked.

   "Sit facing me, unless it's easier for you to stand in front of me," she
answered.

   "Easier for me to stand," he answered as he stood and faced her.  "Open
your legs," he smiled.  A grin formed on her face as Joan spun around and
leaned back as her legs parted, showing him her wet pussy.  "You're wet. 
Like getting spanked?" he observed.  Joan's face turned a little red as she
nodded.  "You like me seeing you naked too.  Show me how you rub."

   Joan's hand went to her pussy even though she was blushing.  How could
he know that about her?  She didn't even realize it until he said it.  It
surprised her how wet her pussy actually was.  She smiled as he grabbed his
cock and began pumping it with his hand.  Joan had been horny before, but
nothing like she was now.  Her fingers vulgarly manipulated her pussy.  Her
eyes went from his eyes, which were watching her pussy, to his cock as he
masturbated for her.

   He suddenly climaxed, sending a stream of his cum onto her breast.  As
spurt upon spurt landed on her body she erupted.  She couldn't believe she
was actually cumming as her brother watched, but it was making it more
intense.  He had stopped squirting and had stopped stroking as well.  As
her climax ebbed, she watched his cock, but it didn't shrink like it had
the last time.

   Joan pulled her hand from her pussy, afraid she was going to pass out
from overload.  Her body began to relax, but she kept her legs open.  Her
breathing slowed to normal as she recovered.  He just stood there in front
of her looking at her nudity.  "Has any other boys seen you naked?" he
asked finally.  Joan shook her head.  "Been felt up?" She nodded.  "Skin?"
Joan nodded again.  "What about in your pants?"

   "Just outside.  Have you? ...been felt on your pants?" Joan asked.

   "Yeah...  a few times.  Have you felt a boy in his pants?"

   "No, just outside.  I've never done anything with a boy, except you. 
I've always been to scared," she confessed.

   "Are you scared with me?" he asked.  Joan shook her head.  Surprisingly
she felt very comfortable doing things with him and having him do things
with her, even though it embarrassed her.  "Want to do more?" The question
made her blush, but she nodded.  "Ever thought about taking a boy in your
mouth?" Joan blushed even more, but nodded.  "Do it then."

   Her eyes widened as she looked up at him.  He just nodded.  She reached
out ant took his still stiff cock in her hand, stroking it slightly.  He
stepped toward her and she leaned into him.  Joan could smell what she
assumed to be cum.  She had already tasted that.  Her mouth opened as she
leaned forward, guiding his cock in.  At first she gagged trying to take
all of him.  "Don't try to fit it all in," he comforted.

   She tried again, but didn't take as much of him.  It was like a hot dog,
but harder.  "Mmmm...  That feels so good.  Want me cum in your mouth?  If
not, I can do your butt and cum in there," he suggested.

   Joan thought about what he said.  She had heard of girls doing that, but
she was nervous, so just continued sucking his cock.  Her confidence grew
as she continued.  It wasn't that bad until she felt him twitch and her
mouth filled with cum making her choke.  "Swallow!" he gasped.  Not knowing
what else to do, she did, but her mouth just filled up again.  Joan kept
swallowing and eventually got it all.  It seemed like gallons.  He backed
away, pulling his cock from her mouth.

   "Not bad for your first time!" he smiled making her smile too.  "Like
it?" Joan blushed as she nodded.  "Good," he grinned.  "We should get some
sleep.  We sleep nude tonight â ,¬ -œ both of us.  The first to wake wakes
the other up naked, OK?" She giggled as she nodded.  "Don't forget.  Naked.
No getting dressed until the other sees."

   "I'll remember," she laughed.



   Chapter 5

   Joan woke the next morning with the sun coming in her window.  Slowly
her head cleared and, for a while, she just stared at the ceiling.  Still
only half awake, she rolled over and realized she was naked.  The agreement
from the night before rushed back into her brain.  She stayed in bed
though, too shy to walk into her brother's room nude.

   The urgency of nature made her choice impossible.  She had to go to the
bathroom.  Reluctantly she climbed out of bed and headed for the open door
of the bathroom.  His door to the bathroom was open as well, but she
ignored it and went to the toilet to do her business.  When she stood, she
remembered her promise.  Joan considered just forgetting it, but changed
her mind.  She had agreed to it and rationalized he would be naked as well.
At least she'd be able to see him.

   Stealthily Joan walked into her brother's room, stopping beside his bed.
He was covered with his sheet and obviously still sleeping, but the sheet
was only at his waist.  Her hands had instinctively crossed over her chest
and pussy.  "You awake?" she asked softly with no response.  She repeated
her question and he rolled onto his back, but still didn't wake.  Joan was
surprised to see the outline of a hard cock under the sheet.  Thinking he
might actually have woken up she waited for his eyes to open.

   After a few minutes she realized he hadn't woken.  Anxious to cover up,
she pulled her arm from across her chest, exposing her breasts, and gently
shook his shoulder.  His eyes opened, looking up at her smiling.  "You
remembered," he muttered.  He reached out and, taking the hand covering her
pussy, moved it, exposing her body too him.  She let her hands fall to her
sides.

   "I gotta pee," he announced as he threw off the sheet covering him. 
Joan smiled seeing his stiff cock.  He climbed out of his bed and made his
way to the bathroom with Joan following him.  She watched him pee, then
grabbed her toothbrush.  He had turned toward the mirror to comb his hair,
then began brushing his teeth.  She could tell he was looking at her in the
mirror.  "You gotta nice body," he told her.

   "Thanks," she giggled.  She glanced down at his still erect cock. 
"Yours isn't so bad either."

   "I need a favor.  Don't say anything to mom and dad about tonight.  I
have a date," he requested.  Their parents were going away for the weekend
on business.  The rule was both had to stay home together.  It had only
been a few months that they were allowed to stay alone without someone
staying with them.

   "Where we going?" Joan asked.

   "You're staying here.  I'm going out," he answered.  She looked at him
strangely.  "Don't worry.  I'll be home about 10 or so.  You'll be fine
until then won't you?  If you want, I can find you a date too, but you'll
probably have to...  um...  do stuff.  The girl I have a date with kinda
gave me a promise."

   Joan understood what he was saying.  She would have gone with him, but
didn't want to amuse one of his friends with her body not knowing who it
might be, "No, I'm good.  I'll stay home and won't say anything.  You'll be
home by 10, right?"

   Her assured her he would and went into his room to dress.  As was his
custom now, he didn't close his door and Joan watched him until he was
covered, then went into her room to dress.  She looked up to see him
standing in her doorway.  "Everything is OK, right?" he questioned.  She
nodded.  He stayed watching her until she was dressed, then left.

   The rest of the day was uneventful.  Their parents left in the
afternoon. The two siblings had pizza for dinner and by 7 Joan was alone.
She turned the TV on and watched some programs.  It didn't bother her until
it got dark outside, when she became a little nervous.  Joan walked around
the house, checking to make sure all the doors were locked and turned the
outside lights on.  Feeling more secure, she settled down in front of the
TV again, but kept glancing at the clock.

   About 9 she heard a noise, then the front door opened making her jump.
She looked up to see her brother walk in.  She was happy he was back home
again, but he had told her 10, an hour from now.  "You're home early," she
commented.

   "Yeah," her brother snapped, obviously angry.  He walked over and sat
next to her on the couch.

   "Why so early?  Everything OK?" Joan asked.

   "No! ...the bitch," he grumbled.  Joan could tell he was upset, so
didn't ask any more.  "What a tease," he mumbled some minutes later.

   "What happened?" she tentatively asked.  He just glared at her.  Again
she stayed quiet for a while.  Something was bothering him though and she
wanted to know what.

   "Let's go in the hot tub," he suggested and stood.  Hoping he would
talk, she turned off the TV and stood.  He didn't seem as angry, so maybe
he'd talk n the hot tub.  She started heading to her room.  "Where you
going?" he asked.

   "I'm just going to change into my bikini.  I'll be right back," she
explained.

   "Fuck suits.  Let's just go in naked," he answered.

   "Outside?  Someone might see us," she gasped.

   "Who?  We're the only ones here and the tub is next to the house where
no one can see anyway.  Be brave," he smiled, the first smile since he came
home.  "Come on," he said as he headed for the door.



   Her brother, now only wearing jeans, walked to the tub and started
setting it up and switching it on.  "Don't turn on the lights, OK?" she
conditioned and he nodded.  Once the hot tub was running, he dropped his
jeans, revealing a hard cock covered only with his underwear.  He looked at
her seemingly waiting for her.  Almost reluctantly, but also excited, her
shorts dropped and she took off her bra.  Joan hesitated, wearing only
panties now, and looked at her brother.

   His underwear dropped, making him completely nude.  His cock stood
proudly and bobbed as he climbed into the tub.  Already committed, Joan
dropped her panties and quickly climbed into the tub slouching down so the
water covered her.  "So what happened tonight?" she asked again.

   "She's a tease.  All day she kept telling me all the stuff we were going
to do.  When the time came, she wouldn't let me touch her and she wouldn't
even touch me.  All she wanted to do was kiss.  Every time I tried to do
anything she'd stop me," he explained.

   "Why?" Joan questioned and he shrugged.  "That sucks.  I wouldn't do
that."

   He shifted and it seemed like his hand went to his crotch.  "Know what
'blue balls' are?" he asked and she nodded.

   Joan went quiet, mustering her courage.  "Um...  want me help you?" He
looked at her and seemed surprised, but didn't answer.  "I don't mind
helping if you want." He moved over beside her and took her hand placing it
on his stiff cock.  "Let's get out so we don't make a mess in the hot tub,"
she suggested.

   Joan was the first out followed by her brother, his stiff cock still
present.  "Do you know what a '69' is?" he asked and Joan nodded.  "Um...
I'd like to try, if you're willing." She thought for a moment.  She had
already given him a blow job and the thought of getting licked intrigued
her.  She had heard other girls talking about it and they all loved it. 
Joan shyly nodded.  "Let's go in the pool house," he suggested and began
walking up to the deck.

   "Turn off the deck lights then I'll come up," she conditioned.  Joan
watched her brother, still nude and still hard, walk to the doorway, reach
in, then the lights went off.  The only light was moonlight, but Joan
looked around nervously as she walked up on the deck then followed him to
the pool house.