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BROTHER, BUSTED
Ff/m femdom, teens, cbt, denial, tease
PART ONE
By Dr. Wu
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I started this story in February, got sidetracked and
lost interest. But after receiving some feedback, I have finished it.
Part One is a repost, the rest is new.
THE USUAL BLAH BLAH: You shouldn't have to be told this, but this
story contains sex and violence and if you are under 18, you should not
read it. This story is copyright 2000 by Dr. Wu. It may be posted, re-
posted or archived anywhere that is completely free. It may not be
archived anywhere that charges any sort of fee. It is completely
fictitious, and any resemblance with real persons is coincidental. You
can read other stories by Dr. Wu by visiting his author's site at the
Alt. Sex.Stories Text Repository. The address is:http://www.asstr-mirror.org.
"Brother, Busted" is different from my usual stories in that it is
about a teenaged boy who is teased and hurt badly by his teenaged sister
and his aunt. If you don't want that, there's a universe of stories out
there, so don't come whinin' to Dr. Wu.
Oh, and for God's sake, don't actually try any of this sick shit or
someone will get badly hurt.
BROTHER, BUSTED
PART ONE
"Oh yeah, Britney, suck that cock, baby. Take it down your throat, you
little sweetie! Suck it, Britney! Oh baby baby!"
Kyle Lowe couldn't believe it. Not only had he won an Internet
website contest to go backstage and win Britney Spears' sweaty post-
performance panties, but now she was giving him a blowjob as well, right
there in her dressing room. The 16-year-old boy lay back, his pants down
around his ankles, and Britney Spears's sweaty panties draped across his
face. She had peeled them off right after she had gotten offstage, having
spent an hour in strenuous dancing under hot lights. The white cotton
briefs, cut high, positively reeked of her girly sweat and pussy juice.
He had expected to just take the panties and go, but then she had
offered him a blowjob, locking the door and telling him to lay back on
her massage table. That sweet mouth, the one that sang "Hit Me Baby One
More Time," was wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking and sucking,
while her hand worked up and down on his shaft. He could feel himself
getting close to an orgasm, but wanted to prolong it. He took another
huge hit of her sweaty panties, inhaling the delicious but pungent
fragrance.
With the panties covering his face, Kyle didn't see his little sister
Kim walk into the room. Kim hadn't knocked, has just cracked the door
open to talk to her brother, and what she saw astonished the naive girl.
There was her older brother Kyle, laying on his bed, with a pair of
panties covering his face. He was listening to his Discman through
earphones, and his pants were down around his ankles. His right hand was
clutching his penis tightly, and he was jacking himself off frantically.
He had the music turned up so loud that Kim could hear, even through the
earphones, Britney Spears singing "Hit Me Baby One More Time."
Kim Lowe was shocked, and to her dismay, a little turned on by the
sight. She had never seen her brother's dick before, and for that matter,
had never seen any dick. It was so big and red and angry, and he was
being so rough with it, like he was trying to choke it. "Ohh yeah,
Britney, suck it" she heard him moan through the panties.
The panties! Kim had been so transfixed by the sight of her brother
whacking off that the white panties covering his face had barely
registered on her. Those were her panties! The creep had stolen a pair of
panties, and now he was sniffing them and jacking off. That was so gross,
she couldn't believe it!
Kim felt her own young pussy tingling a little, a feeling she didn't
understand. But she knew right away that she had to go tell her Aunt
Vivian, who was baby-sitting the two teens. She pulled the door shut
quietly and ran downstairs to where Vivian was watching TV, and blurted
out what she had just witnessed. Instantly, Vivian was up the stairs and
throwing open Kyle's bedroom door.
"Oh yeah, Britney, take it deeper, baby, let me tickle your tonsils.
These panties of yours smell fantastic!" moaned Kyle, lost in his fantasy
world. He sniffed the damp crotch again, and the odor of teen pussy
filled his nostrils and his brain.
"KYLE LOWE! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!" shouted his aunt.
The poor boy reacted as if he'd been hit over the head with a
board.
He flew up, the panties falling from his face, the headphones jerked off
his ears, and tried to cover himself. Oh Jesus Fucking Christ, he
thought, as he looked up and saw his Aunt, red-faced and shouting,
standing in the doorway, with his little sister Kim trying to peer around
her. Oh man, am I ever busted.
"Oh Kyle, you are sooooo busted," said Aunt Vivian, as if reading his
mind. The boy was trying frantically to get his pants pulled up, but they
kept snagging on his erection, which Vivian noted with pleasure was
certainly not pubescent at all. Kyle was a man in the way that truly
counted, she thought. He got the pants up over his cock, but couldn't get
them fastened, and he sat down on the bed in defeat and hung his head in
shame.
"Aunt Vivian!" Kim squealed. "Those are my panties! That pervert stole
my panties, and was using them to, you know..."
"Yes, I know, Kim," Vivian said. Her initial outburst having passed,
she was now working at calming herself down. She was faced with an
interesting situation, one that could play out in all sorts of ways. She
was already envisioning one way, a way she hadn't been able to explore
for some time, but which pleased her enormously.
"Please don't tell!" Kyle yelped. "Please, please, please don't tell."
"Shut up, Kyle," Vivian said coolly. "Just sit there and shut up
and
don''t say anything unless you're answering a question. Now, where did
you get those underpants?"
Kyle looked panicky, and glanced at Kim, then dropped his gaze. "From
her," he said.
"Where exactly?" Vivian asked. "From her drawer?"
"From her hamper."
"Oh, you wanted to sniff your little sister's dirty panties,
didn't
you, pervert boy?"
"Ohhh, gross!" Kim shouted. "Kyle, you are like such a perv! Aunt
Vivian, he did this once before, like stole my panties out of the hamper.
Mom caught him and said if he ever did anything like that again, she was
gonna take away his car!"
"Shut up!" Kyle yelled at his younger sister. "Just shut up!"
"Kyle, is this true?" asked Vivian. "Tell me the truth. Cause if you
lie to me and I find out, you will be in very, very big trouble, young
man."
Shit shit shit, Kyle thought, his mind racing. Should he lie and risk
getting caught? If his aunt told him Mom, though, he would be so badly
busted he'd never see the end of his punishment. Better to tell his aunt
the truth and hope for the best, even if his dad always did call his
sister-in-law "A real ball-buster with a capital B, capital B."
The adolescent swallowed hard. "Yes, it's true." He looked at Vivian,
pleading. "But please don't tell my mom and dad, or they'll take away my
car!"
Vivian smiled. She knew what that car meant to Kyle. His parents, who
spoiled both their children, had given him a brand-new BMW, a bright red
Beamer, for his 16th birthday, just a month ago. While some of his peers
were still riding the school bus, and others were arriving at school in
the family minivan, Kyle was pulling in to the parking lot every day in a
$40,000 set of wheels, and it had improved his social standing beyond his
wildest dreams. Although he was still a virgin, several of the sluttier
girls at school had been eyeing him and his car, and Mary Lou Perkins had
asked if she could get a ride home some afternoon if it wasn't too much
trouble. He'd give Mary Lou Fuckin Perkins a fucking ride, he had
thought.
And now he was on the verge of losing all this, and going back to
the hideous yellow schoolbus full of younger kids. He couldn't. He would
do anything to keep his Beamer.
"I don't know, Kyle, about you keeping the car," Vivian was
telling
him, taunting him. Was it just his imagination, or could he see her
nipples starting to get hard underneath her white cotton man's shirt,
poking their little heads into the fabric? And if he could see the
nipples, did that mean his aunt wasn't wearing a bra. OK, mind out of the
gutter, he told himself, that's what got you here. How to get out of this
mess, how to keep the car?
"You can punish me," Kyle suggested.
"Punish you? Hmmmm, that's a thought," said Vivian. She turned to Kim.
"Kim, I'll let you decide. We can turn Kyle in to your mom and dad when
they get home tomorrow, or we can punish him, you and me. I think I can
come up with a punishment that will guarantee that Kyle will never steal
your panties again. In fact, when we're done with Kyle, he'll take you to
the mall whenever you want, do your chores around the house and probably
even do your laundry for you."
Kim Lowe was goggle-eyed. Everything was happening so fast,
finding
her pervert brother, then hearing all of this from her Aunt Vivian, whom
she adored. Could Aunt Vivian really punish Kyle so that he would be her
slave? As the thought crossed her mind, her pussy gave a tiny spasm that
made her flinch, and she realized she was turned on by the thought of
punishing her big brother, of making him hurt, or whatever Vivian had in
mind.
"Let's do it, Aunt Vivian! Let's punish him!" The youngster was
astonished at the enthusiasm - blood-lust even - in her own voice.
Out of the fuckin frying pan and into the fuckin fire, Kyle was
thinking. His sister's eyes were glowing like some little girl possessed
by Satan in a horror movie, and his Aunt was making threats that sounded
pretty heavy, and he was trapped, with no way out. His parents had left
Aunt Vivian in charge while they went out of town for the night, even
though he swore he was old enough to take care of little Kim. If he
wanted to be driving that Beamer to school next week, and maybe taking a
little ride with, or on, Mary Lou Perkins, he had to do whatever his Aunt
Vivian told him to do.
"OK, I'll take my punishment," he said meekly.
"Very good," said Vivian, and her eyes glistened. "Now what happens
here next stays among the three of us. We don't tell mom and dad, we
don't tell friends. This is discipline, and I am the disciplinarian, and
that's my rule. Got it you two?"
Kyle and Kim both nodded. Kyle was starting to get sick with
fear,
and to his puzzlement, his cock was stirring again, starting to get hard.
Kim's heart was beating faster, her palms were itchy, and she was as
excited as if she was playing at one of her soccer matches.
"First, I want you to tell us both exactly what were you doing here,"
Vivian ordered the boy.
"Uhhh, um, you know, I was, uh...." Kyle trailed off, deeply
humiliated. He stared at his lap.
"Not a good start, young man," Vivian snapped. "Maybe when I your
parents take away your little red car, they'll let me borrow it!"
"OK!" Kyle shouted. "I was jacking off, alright?"
"And who were you thinking of, perv boy?" Vivian demanded.
"Britney Spears," Kyle admitted.
"Tell me the fantasy right this second, or bye-bye Beamer."
"OK, I was pretending that I was backstage with Britney, and she'd
given me her sweaty underpants, and then she was uh, uh, uh sucking me."
Kim was shocked! Shocked and turned on, she realized. Why would she
get turned on by her brother's fantasy about Britney Spears, she
wondered. Then she realized it was how her aunt was making her big
brother grovel, shaming and embarrassing him. He had always lorded it
over Kim how he was older, and a boy, and she was just a little girl, and
now she, through Vivian, had the upper hand. She felt her cheeks flush
with excitement."
Aunt Vivian turned to Kim. "You and I need to talk briefly in
private," she said. "Come with me to your room. Kyle, you are instructed
to strip naked. Immediately. When we come back, I want to see you
standing at attention, without a stitch. Got that, perv boy?"
"Yes, ma'am."
He watched them leave his bedroom. Kim, just a little slip of a thing
really, heading into puberty but still a ways to go. She was slender, a
little over five feet tall, 110 pounds at most, but in excellent shape
from being on her middle school soccer team. Her breasts had started to
bud and her figure was getting more womanly, Kyle had noticed, but she
was still just a girl. Like Kyle, she had long dark lashes, dark eyes and
long dark hair, and Kim's hung down to the middle of her back.
Their Aunt Vivian, their mother's younger sister, was 30, divorced,
and a high school social studies teacher. She had the family's dark good
looks as well, but hers were coupled with a knockout figure that made
grown men weep with desire: 5'7", but a solid six feet tall in spike
heels, which she frequently wore. Trim and buff from frequent workouts,
she had a 36C-23-37 frame, and she usually dressed to show it off. Since
this was just a weekend baby-sitting with her niece and nephew, though,
she was wearing a pair of denim cut-offs, sneakers, and a man's white
shirt knotted at her breastbone, showing off a flat set of abs and a
delicious little belly button. Kyle sometimes gave a passing thought that
his aunt was a sexy woman, but being 16 he was much more into thinking
about Mary Lou Perkins, Britney Spears, Jennifer Lopez, and Michelle
Williams of "Dawson's Creek," all of whom frequently appeared as willing
fucktoys in his fevered sexual fantasies.
Kyle reluctantly got up and began to strip, wondering what his Aunt
had in store for him.
In Kim's room, Vivian was outlining just that.
"Now Kim, Kyle's punishment is going to be very rough, brutal even.
But I don't want you to shrink away. I want you to participate. If you
just stand and watch, then when I leave, Kyle will only associate the
punishment with me, and will go on tormenting you. But if you punish Kyle
along with me, he'll be putty in your hands from now on. Now will you go
along with me?"
"Yes, ma'am," the 13-year-old beauty answered, enthralled with her
aunt and the sense of power that was building between them.
"Now there are two ways to control men," Viv explained. "First, you
can be a cock tease. I know you've heard the term. It means getting a boy
all excited, but then not letting him have an orgasm, so that he gets
very frustrated. Do you know about boys and orgasms, Kim?"
"Aunt Viv, duh! I'm not a baby!"
"Of course not, honey. And the second way to control a man is through
causing him pain, specifically pain in his testicles. A boy's balls are
unbelievably tender and sensitive, and sometimes even a little tap at
just the right angle can be very painful. But Kyle is in a position where
he has to take whatever is dished out, so he may get much more than a
little tap tonight. Now tell me honest, Kim: If I set it up, can you kick
your brother in the nuts so hard that he thinks he's gonna die?"
Kim swallowed. God, she didn't know what to say. She'd never even
considered it. But then suddenly she did know what to say. "You bet I
can! I can make that bastard sorry he ever stole my panties. When I get
done with him, his poor balls are gonna be permanently stuck in his
stomach!"
"Oh my goodness, Kim, you are one fast little learner." The older
woman and the young girl looked at one another, and perfect understanding
passed between them. "I'll be in charge of the teasing," Vivian said,
"and you can watch. If you feel like you want to get in on the fun, I'll
let you. You can be in charge of the nut-busting, and I'll supervise."
"Aunt Vivian, I feel strange, kinda turned on," Kim said.
"I'll bet you do, honey. And you ain't felt nothin' yet. Wait till we
have your brother's ball sac literally in our hands, and he's screaming
for mercy. You'll get so turned on you won't be able to stand it. Now, do
you have a good sturdy pair of shoes, something heavy and leather?"
"I've got these," Kim said, pulling a pair of dress shoes out of her
closet. As was the fashion, they were thick-soled, open toed, black
leather shoes, somewhat chunky and clunky but very much the style for
teenaged girls.
"Perfect," said Vivian. "Now I want you to go gather a few items.
We'll need some clothesline, and plenty of it, and some duct tape. Check
your dad's toolbox and basement. Also get a broom, and find a saw of your
dad's, and saw the handle off the broom. Then meet me in Kyle's room with
it all. Got it?
"Got it!" said Kim, saluting her aunt smartly. She dashed off to get
the supplies, barely noticing that as she ran, her thighs rubbed together
and made her young pussy tingle even more with excitement.
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