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BROTHER, BUSTED
Ff/m femdom, teens, cbt, denial, tease
PART FOUR
By Dr. Wu
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 FOUR
"Oh baby baby!
Oh baby baby!"
Kim teased her helpless brother as he twisted in his bonds and
screamed. She was singing the Britney Spears song "Hit Me Baby One More
Time," only just repeating that one line over and over as she skipped
joyously in circles around him.
"Oh baby baby!" she sang. "How were you supposed to know/
You'd end up being tortured?"
Todd's bellowing began to die down to whimpers as his body adjusted to
this new level of agony. His balls felt as if they were about to be
ripped away from him, and in fact they were, as the bucket full of water
pulled down inexorably, stretching his poor scrotum until it was
ridiculously elongated. His urethra was still on fire from the hot sauce
his sadistic bitch of an aunt had poured down his hole. And now his
fucking sister was skipping around taunting him!
As his pain reached a level where he could focus, he realized Aunt
Vivian was walking back into the kitchen carrying the family's camcorder.
The red light wasn't on yet, but he still knew that something horrible
was coming.
"I had another idea, Kim," Vivian said, as the young girl quieted and
listened. "Eventually I'm gonna have to go home, and it will just be you
and Todd. I'm confident he'll be your slave after what we put him through
tonight. But a little insurance never hurt. So we'll make a little tape
of perv-boy here, and I'll take it with me. And if he ever raises a
finger to you, or even so much as refuses an order you give him, then
just call me. I'll make copies and mail them to all his little high
school friends.
"Wouldn't that make for an interesting time at school, Todd honey?"
Vivian cooed sexily, strutting up close to the boy again. "Imagine how
word would spread. A video of Todd Lowe all tied up, his poor little
erection bobbing around with no place to go, and his balls all swollen in
pain. Wonder how many girls would find you a stud after that?
"So I'm gonna turn this video camera on, and you're gonna tell the
camera that you're a pervert, that you steal your sister's underpants out
of the hamper and sniff them while you jack off. Tell how you're a
constant masturbator and you have pathetic fantasies about Britney
Spears. And then to make it more interesting, I want you to say that
you're really just a faggot, and that you want to suck boys' dicks, and
you wish a boy would fuck you up the ass."
"No fuckin' way!" Todd managed to yell. As horrible as his situation
was, he would never say such things on a video.
"Kim, honey, I think your brother needs some persuading. Go pour some
more water into the bucket." Kim did so, and the bucket dropped a couple
inches more, increasing the pull on Todd's gonads. The teen groaned and
grit his teeth.
"Now take this, Kim," Vivian said, and handed her a large wooden spoon
from the kitchen counter. Start hitting Kyle's balls with this spoon. Not
really hard, with all your strength, but with enough force that he really
feels each one. If your arm gets tired, I'll take over. If we change back
and forth, we can go a couple of hours easily. I doubt if Todd can go for
10 minutes before he's begging us to turn on the camcorder!" The two
females giggled.
Todd continued gritting his teeth, determined not to say anything, as
his little sister began smacking his nuts with the spoon. It hurt, but
he'd had worse tonight. Smack, smack, smack, smack. Over and over and
over, Kim Lowe hit the spoon against the boy's testicles, which had no
place to retreat to. After a couple of minutes, what had started as a
nasty ache began to spread up into his stomach. He felt sick all over,
and he realized he was trembling on his tiptoes. Smack, smack, smack, one
per second, minute after minute. God, it was getting worse and worse.
Kim switched hands, right to left, and to compensate, began hitting
harder and a little faster. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Todd grunted with each
contact.
"Harder, honey," Vivian instructed. Kim began pulling her arm all the
way back and swinging through, and each tap with the spoon now felt to
Todd like someone was crushing his nuts between two bricks. He was
sweating all over, felt like he was about to vomit, if he didn't black
out first. He couldn't stand it!
"That's five minutes, Todd," Vivian said. "Think of what an hour will
be like."
"OK, fuck you both!" Todd screamed. "I'll make the fucking video!"
And as Vivian recorded the trembling, sweat-soaked victim, Todd blurted
out all the horrible things she had instructed him to say. He knew he was
sealing his fate forever, that his bratty little bitch of a sister Kim
would now be able to blackmail him forever, but it was worth it to stop
that relentless pounding on his balls.
Vivian made him say it all again, particularly the fake "confession"
about being gay, just to torment the boy as much as anything else. Then
she took the VHS tape out of the camcorder and laid it aside. While Kyle
whimpered, she pulled Kim aside into the dining room and whispered her
plans for the next stage of Kyle's torment.
The two came back into the kitchen, and Vivian got some scissors and
began cutting the clothesline that held Kyle's ankles to the spreader
bar. "We're going to let you get out of this uncomfortable position,
perv-boy, but we're not done with you yet. I suggest you not move a
muscle until I say you can."
Kyle was just glad to be able to stand flat-footed again. The bucket
still was pulling his balls down toward the kitchen floor, but Vivian cut
the cord near the bucket and let it down carefully. Kim, meanwhile, had
dragged a kitchen chair down to the far end of the galley kitchen, about
20 feet away from Todd. She sat in the chair and watched her aunt work
her magic.
Vivian told Kyle again not to move, as she tied more clothesline to
the piece that dangled down from his scrotum, so that there was no
several feet of line hanging off the boy. His hands remained handcuffed
and taped behind his back, but it was a huge relief not to have his nuts
being yanked off his body. She detached the line that was hooked over the
light fixture
"Time for a little game, Kyle-baby," Vivian said. "Kim is going to
give you some instructions. When she says go, you obey the instructions.
If you don't, I'm gonna put the spreader bar back on and truss you back
up. And next time, I'll go upstairs and find some needles and we'll play
a little piercing game with the head of your cock. Or maybe we could do
something creative with pliers."
"Please, Aunt Vivian, please just let me go. Isn't this enough? God, I
hurt so bad," the teenager moaned.
"Shut up and listen to your sister."
"Hey, Kyle!" Kim called from her chair, using the sexiest voice she
could muster. "Aunt Vivian and I figured since you've been stealing my
panties, that must mean you want to fuck me. Is that what you want? A
little incest? You want to fuck my little 13-year-old pussy." Kim spread
her knees apart, and Kyle's jaw dropped when he saw she wasn't wearing
any panties under her miniskirt. As she spread her legs, he could see the
sparse blonde public hair, the golden curls that covered her virgin slit.
"You want some of this, big boy?" Kim reached her hand between her
legs and started playing with herself. The girl had been building up such
a case of horniness as she had tortured her brother that she was soaking
wet, and her lips parted easily as she began to probe for her clitoris
with her fingertips. She made contact, and a jolt of pleasure raced
through her body. Kim Lowe closed her eyes and began to masturbate, just
a few feet away from her brother, as his eyes popped out and his youthful
erection sprang to life.
"Oh, Kyle, I could really use a cock in my pussy. Come here and take
my virginity, brother. I'm so wet, you'll slide right into me. Come and
get it."
Kyle knew it was some kind of trap. He looked at Vivian.
"You heard the girl, Kyle. She wants you to fuck her. Run down there
and do it. You've got five seconds to get to her."
Kyle didn't know what the deal was, and he knew it somehow would not
be good for him, but he stared at his sister's exposed cunt, and heard
his aunt encouragement, and that was enough. The boy sprang forward,
covering the kitchen floor in several leaping bounds.
WHAM! Suddenly his nuts were nearly ripped right off his body. As he
had gotten to within a couple of feet of little Kim, Vivian had pulled
the line back, like reeling in a fish. Kyle screamed in agony as his aunt
began reeling him in, dragging him back across the kitchen floor in his
bare feet. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" Kyle bellowed as his aunt yanked on the
tight clothesline tied to his scrotum.
Finally, Vivian had dragged Kyle back across the kitchen to where he
had started.
"Oh Kyle!" Kim called to her brother. "Whatsa matter, bro? Here I am
telling you you can fuck me, practically begging you to fuck me, and you
can't do it?" Kim pulled her tight T-shirt up under her chin and held it
there, exposing her 13-year-old breast buds to Kyle. Her tiny pink
nipples were as hard as little eraser tips, and Kyle licked his lips
staring at his sister's nudity for the first time ever. Kim kept playing
with her pussy, which was feeling better and better. She knew her aunt
wouldn't let her brother get to her, so she threw herself into her
masturbation, massaging her little clit around and around and around. She
got wetter and wetter, and Kyle thought he could smell her sexy
secretions all the way across the kitchen.
"Oh, Jesus, Kyle, I'm not pretending, I'm really really fucking turned
on!" Kim cried out, and Kyle could tell she wasn't just pretending, she
really was terribly aroused, that on some primal level her virgin little
twat was hungry for his boner. His cock throbbed and bobbed despite the
pain, and this time he began inching his way toward his sister, hoping
maybe his aunt wouldn't notice.
It was a stupid hope, but then Kyle was only a 16-year-old bot still
thinking with his dick. Vivian let Kyle get closer and closer. He reached
out his hand, and was inches away from being able to touch his sister.
She kept her eyes open, looking right at her brother as he slithered
across the floor toward her. Kim suddenly wasn't sure if she wanted her
aunt to pull back on the chord or not. Maybe it would feel good to have a
cock inside. Maybe this was what was meant to be.
She felt Kyle's hand on her bare knee, and a spark seemed to jump
between them at the skin on skin contact. Then, in an instant, it was
gone, and she saw her brother's face suddenly contort in a mask of pain
as his aunt yanked viciously on the clothesline.
"Fuck!" Kyle yelled as he was pulled backward again.
"Poor Kyle!" Kim teased. "So close to getting a little pussy. Close,
but no cigar, you pervert!" she chortled.
Vivian reined the poor boy back across the floor by his balls. His
screams of pain filled the Lowe family kitchen. Before he even reached
his aunt, Kyle collapsed on the floor and began sobbing with pain,
frustration and exhaustion. Vivian let go of the clothesline and let Kyle
lay there, crumpled and nude, utterly defeated and humiliated.
Kim continued to play with her pussy, twirling her clit faster and
faster. She wasn't even aware of it, but she had begun repeating the
Britney Spears snippet over and over under her breath.
"Oh baby baby," she moaned in a soft whisper. "Oh baby baby, oh baby
baby." Her young hand was a blur. Her heart was pounding in her chest,
which had turned a rosy pink as her first orgasm came closer and closer.
Kim's little nipples were so erect they were practically painful, as the
youngster sat in the kitchen chair, her eyes riveted on the defeated body
of her once-formidable brother.
"Oh baby baby," Kim moaned, her voice suddenly getting louder. "Oh
baby! Baby!" OH BABY! BABY!" She was practically shouting now. Kyle was
only vaguely aware of the noise as he concentrated more on the throbbing
of his badly abused gonads, but Vivian watched Kim with fascination.
There was nothing like watching a young person discover their sexuality,
Vivian thought, and realized her own pussy was leaking, both from the
tormenting of her nephew and from the coming of age, so to speak, of her
niece.
OH JESUS! Kim suddenly screamed, and her first orgasm shot through her
body. Waves of pleasure radiated out from her pussy, her toes curled
violently, her thin, lithe body spasmed again, and again, and again. Oh
it felt so good, so unbelievably fucking good, Kim thought.
Finally she was done, and Kim Lowe slumped in the chair, her muscles
suddenly slack. She felt better than she had ever felt in her life,
better even than the time the soccer team had carried her off the field
after scoring the winning goal. Vivian let her catch her breath. Then she
spoke.
"So what do you think, Kim honey?" she asked.
"Oh Jesus, Aunt Vivian, that was the best ever!" Kim wasn't clear, and
for that matter she wasn't sure herself, whether she meant the torturing
of her brother or the orgasm she had just given herself. Actually, the
two were inextricably linked in her, forever. Just as Vivian had planned.
"I'm glad, sweetie. But there's one last little game to play."
--
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