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(F/fm- teens, underage, fdom, denial, tease, oral, anal, inc, huml) *** 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 school bus 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 teenage 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. PART TWO Kyle Lowe was standing at attention when his little sister and aunt walked into his bedroom. He was, as promised, stark naked, and his teenaged cock hung down over his scrotum, limp now. He did not like the look on their faces when they walked into his room, although he was hard-pressed to identify it. Lust and cruelty, he might have said, but in his short and virginal life he had not encountered those two qualities in such extremes at the same time. "We're ready to start your punishment now, perv-boy," Aunt Vivian said. "Face your bed, bend over, and press your forehead against the bed." Kyle did as he was told. "Put your hands behind your back, and cross your wrists." The 30-year-old ball-buster took a length of clothesline and began looping it expertly through and around his wrists. Before he even realized what was happening, she had tied it off securely, immobilizing his hands behind his back. She ripped off a strip of duct tape and wrapped it over the knot, bringing it through his wrists, making a bond so thorough not even Houdini could get out of it. "Now spread your legs apart as far as they will go, perv-boy!" Vivian ordered. It was difficult, with his face pressed down into the bedspread and his hands behind his back, but Kyle began shuffling his feet apart, further and further. His neck and shoulders were beginning to ache already, and he'd only been in the awkward position for a minute. He felt his Aunt busying herself around one ankle, then the other, but couldn't tell what she was doing. "This is called a spreader bar, perv-boy," she informed him. I'm tying your legs apart at the ankles with a broom stick, so they stay a good three feet apart, just the way they are now." He heard the duct tape being torn again, and again, as she reinforced the clothesline with the heavy silver tape. He tried to move his right ankle slightly inward, and could not. He tried his left ankle, and could not. Kyle Lowe began to sweat. His heart began to beat faster. When he had agreed to a punishment, he thought it would be something dumb liking doing his sister's laundry or washing his aunt's car. He hadn't dreamed they would truss him up naked and vulnerable like this. What were they going to do to him? "Let's take a moment here for a learning experience," Vivian said to her young niece, who was staring wide- eyed at her brother. "Now the most obvious thing at the moment is Kyle's ass," Vivian said, and she reached out her hand and gently stroked one ass cheek, then the other. The touch sent a thrill through Kyle, to have a woman caressing his naked buttocks, and his teen cock sprang to attention again. "Because Kyle is spread open the way he is, we can get a good view of his asshole," Vivian continued, sounding like a biology teacher describing an amoeba. "Now I don't expect you to do anything about this now, Kim honey, but file it away for future use: A boy's asshole is very sensitive. Watch this." She stuck her index finger into her mouth and wet it thoroughly, and then touched Kyle inside his ass-cheeks, right on the crack. She dragged the wet fingertip along his sensitive butt- crack, passing it right over his anus, and continued downward. "Oh god!" Kyle exclaimed. He couldn't help it, the wet finger felt so good back there. Vivian paused just below his orifice. "Now under the asshole, but before we get to the balls, is a patch of skin called the perineum," she told her niece, who had moved in closer for the lesson. Kim Lowe was open- mouthed at the turn of events, breathing heavily, her entire being concentrating on her brother's splayed nudity and her aunt's total control of him. "The perineum of a man is incredibly sensitive." The older woman changed the angle of her finger so that her long red fingernail was extended, and she dragged this fingernail along the bound boy's perineum to the base of his balls. He was moaning unabashedly now, overwhelmed with erotic feelings, being expertly touched in places he'd' never even touched himself or dreamed of being touched. Vivian repeated the experience, pulling her pointed nail back up the perineum to his ass, then back down to the base of his balls. God, he was going to die, this was unbelievable, un-fuckin-believable! "Now normally you have to stroke a man's cock to get it hard, Kim, but in your brother's case, he's an adolescent, and he's a total horn-dog, so just the light touches I've given him have brought forth a raging hard- on. Look down between his legs and see how hard he is." Kim bent over, and could see her brother's big erection, jutting out from his crotch. It bobbed and weaved as if it had a life of its own, and the head was big and purple. She was almost hypnotized by the throbbing cock only inches away. "And of course, the balls," Aunt Vivian continued, and she encircled Kyle's balls with her hand. "There is no spot on a man that's so easy to hurt as the testicles. It's like one of God's cruel jokes on men, that they get so much pleasure from their dicks, and sometimes get so much pain from their nuts. It doesn't take much - just a little squeeze." "Aaaaaaahh! Aaaaaahh!" Kyle suddenly screamed. Aunt Vivian had squeezed her hand into a fist and was crushing his nuts. The pain exploded out of his groin and he instinctively tried to move his hands toward his scrotum, but of course they were tied helplessly behind his back. After only a couple of seconds, his aunt let go. "Oh fuck!" Kyle bellowed, breathing hard. "Jesus Christ that hurt!" Even though she was no longer touching them, his poor balls still ached horribly. Kim Lowe was both frightened and fascinated. She had led a sheltered life and had never seen anyone experience the kind of pain her brother had just gone through. Her aunt had barely flexed her fingers, and he was in unspeakable agony. A power surge went through her 13- year-old pubescent bodies, and it made her nipples tingle with some unidentifiable but lovely feeling. To have that much power over her older brother. This, as Martha Stewart always said, is a good thing, Kim thought. "Oh, don't be such a baby, perv-boy," Vivian said dismissively. Kim noticed she was smiling, and that her nipples were erect under her white shirt. "It hurt!" was all Kyle could manage. "It's your punishment, panty-sniffer!" Vivian snapped. "Or at least, it's the start!" "I don't want any more!" Kyle yelled. "You can tell Mom and Dad! I don't care!" "It's a little too late for that," Vivian replied. "We've got all the time in the world, and we're gonna take it. Right Kim!" "Right, Aunt Vivian!" Kim responded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, back to our lesson," Vivian said. "We can't get a very good angle on his cock the way he's bent over the bed, but let's check and see if it's still hard." Vivian reached between Kyle's wide-spread legs and grabbed the boy's pecker, which was still hard. She never ceased to be amazed at the pecker-power of teenage boys. It occurred to her that she really ought to ditch little Kim, untie Kyle and get him to fuck her like an animal over and over until his cock was too sore to work. Oh, that did have its appeal! But she had made a promise to Kim, and the game was playing was also great fun, as well. Vivian rubbed the underside of Kyle's shaft, up to the spot just behind and underneath where the head started, a terribly ticklish and sensitive glans. The cock got even harder in her soft hand, and she smiled wickedly to herself. "He's still hard, all right," she told Kim. "Isn't it amazing how a boy can be in so much pain, and yet still stay hard?" Young Kim swallowed. Did her aunt want an answer? This was all so weird and exciting. "Uh, yeah," she ventured, not knowing quite what to say. "I wonder how much pain it takes to make a boy's cock get soft. Do you ever wonder that, Kim?" The thought had never even crossed the mind of the innocent girl. but now that she mentioned it, Kim did sort of wonder just that, and said so. "Well, let's find out, why don't we sweetie?" Vivian said to her niece. "You take a couple of steps back, and take a good aim at Kyle's balls. See how exposed they are? Just so nicely framed, hanging down so vulnerable between his legs? Pretend they're a soccer ball, honey, and this is the kick you need to win the big game!" "Kim! NO! Don't! Don't do it!" Kyle screamed. "Please, I'm begging you, sis! I'll do anything you want! Anything!" "He'll do anything you want after you kick his nuts up into his throat," Vivian told the girl. "This is what he gets for stealing your panties. You want him to keep on stealing your panties, Kim? How long will it be before he sneaks into your room while you're asleep and starts jacking off on your panties while you're still wearing them?" Kyle was frantic. He twisted and writhed, but his aunt had positioned him so that he was utterly, totally helpless. Kim knew what she had to do. She took two steps back, and focused like a laser on her brother's balls, hanging right there like ripe fruit. She took a deep breath, a little hop, pulled back her right leg, and swung it forward with all the power her small frame could muster. The heavy black dress shoe flew through the air and landed squarely in Kyle's nut-sack, driving his gonads up into his body with a sickening sound of leather on naked on naked flesh. Kyle had never known such pain as when his gonads exploded. His aunt's squeeze of a few moments before was a love pat by comparison. Vomit rose in his throat and he swallowed it back down, the better to scream and scream and scream in raw-throated agony. While Kyle screamed into the bedspread, his nuts throbbing in pain, Kim felt her heart pounding. Adrenaline raced through her limber young frame, hyping the girl up. God, that had felt good, to kick her brother like that, pay the bastard back for all the shit over all the years. She realized she wanted to do it again, right now. She also realized that her pussy was pulsating, feeling like it never had before. She wanted to touch herself, wanted to explore why her pussy suddenly felt so good. Aunt Vivian just smiled. What Kyle was feeling was pretty obvious, particularly to a woman who had busted more than one set of testicles in her 30 years. But she wanted her niece to be into this, to feel the power, and as she watched Kim's budding young breasts rise and fall under her T-shirt, the smile on her lips and the sparkle in her eyes, she felt like Kim was well on her way. Kyle had collapsed forward onto the bed, which put even more strain on his back and shoulder, but offered at least some limited protection to his cock and balls. He wasn't even able to think clearly yet; his whole universe was concentrated on the agony of his nuts. Vivian bent down and grabbed his bound wrists and hauled him back up, so that his face was still pressed into the bed but his genitals were again exposed. "Assume the position, perv-boy!" she barked. "We're doing an experiment here, your sister and I, and we need to see if your dick is hard or not." The woman and the girl looked, and saw that Kyle's cock had deflated quite a bit. But because of the blood flow, it was still fairly thick and semi-erect. "He's got sort of a hard-on," Kim reported to her aunt. She was secretly thrilled to use that word, which she had only whispered a couple of times with her best friends. "Well, well, well," said Vivian. "Your brother is truly an amazing specimen. I guess it's going to take even more pain to get his dick to go down. Of course, what's funny is how easy it is to get his dick back up again. Watch this." Again Vivian stuck a finger in her mouth to moisten it, and brought it to Kyle's anus. This time she began rubbing the tender bud directly with her spit-slicked finger. Even though Kyle was still moaning from the pain, his sock started to spring back to life again. His aunt tickled the boy's anus, circling it and teasing it, starting to dart the tip of the finger inside, then pulling back out. Kyle moaned, helpless at the merciless teasing finger of his aunt. "Look at that, Kim. Even though he knows he's gonna get his balls hurt again, and even worse this time, he can't help himself. Just one little fingertip, and perv-boy's got a woody again. Whatever are we gonna do with him, Kim?" "Hurt him!" Kim blurted, not even thinking about the words. "Hurt him more! Hurt him bad!" "That's my girl!" Vivian crowed. "I think we can arrange just that. Kyle's not going anywhere," she laughed, as a the adolescent resumed his frantic struggles to get free from the clever bonds of his aunt. "Why don't we go downstairs, where we have more room to play?" Vivian suggested. "Kyle, I know it's difficult to walk down stairs with a spreader bar on your legs, but I want you to start moving right now. You have two minutes to make it down to the kitchen." "Please, please, don't. Please let me go!" the boy pleaded. "If you're not heading toward the stairs in three seconds, perv-boy, I'm gonna pull you off the bed and lay you face down, spread-eagled, on the floor. And Kim's gonna jump up and down on your nuts until they pop! You'll have nothing but a scrotum full of jelly!" Vivian lifted the boy by his arms and stood him upright. His face was bright red, he was breathing heavily, and there were tears in his eyes. "God damn you!" he spit at his aunt. "You're gonna pay for that, panty-boy," she said, looking her nephew coldly in the eyes. "You're gonna pay all fucking night. Now move!" Awkwardly, like a Frankenstein monster, Kyle tried to walk out of his room. He swung his legs out stiffly from side to side, making slow progress with the spreader bar. "Two minutes, Kyle," Kim said to him harshly, her high voice filled with a note of dominance. "You heard what Aunt Vivian said, if you're not in the kitchen, I'm gonna jump up and down on your balls till they pop!" "That's my girl!" Vivian said again, as Todd reached the top of the stairs and started slowly, painfully, to descend to the first floor, and the kitchen, and Aunt Vivian and Kim's next round of brutality. PART THREE Kyle painfully, awkwardly lumbered into the kitchen, having made his way down the stairs, through the front hall and the living room. His legs swung stiffly, and he almost fell a couple of times because of the spreader bar and his inability to use his hands. But worst of all was that his adolescent gonads were still screaming in agony, and every step he took jarred them slightly. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" he grunted. God almighty, he thought to himself, this is a fucking nightmare. he saw now what his dad had meant when he'd called Aunt Vivian a ball- buster; could Dad have possibly have known what a buster she really was. Sweat poured down the handsome dark- haired boy's face as he made his way as fast as he could into the kitchen, out of fear that if he didn't, his 13- year-old sister, who was suddenly turning from a sweet little girl into some sort of dominatrix, would jump up and down on his poor balls. Upstairs, Aunt Vivian and young Kim Lowe conferred, listening to Kyle's grunts and smiling. "Are you having fun, honey?" Vivian asked her niece. "I am! I really am!" Kim answered breathlessly. Her pretty face glowed with excitement, her eyes sparkling. "I'm showing Kyle who's boss. Will he really be my slave when we're done." "Forever and ever, I promise," Vivian said. "But you've got to play it my way. And as much fun as it is to hurt Kyle, we also need to let him know who's boss sexually as well as physically. Do you think you can be a cock- tease to your brother? You won't have to actually have sex with him, just do some things you wouldn't normally do, things that might seem a little gross at first, but all with the idea of making him your slave." "I trust you Aunt Vivian," the young girl replied. "If you say to do it, I'll do it, no matter what." "OK, go change into your sexiest and shortest little miniskirt. And put on something sexy on top. No bra - you don't need one with those sweet little boobies of yours." Vivian smiled kindly at her naive young niece, and Kim knew her aunt wasn't making fun of her. "Then when you've changed, rustle up a good sized bucket and a pitcher of some sort and meet me and your pervert brother in the kitchen." "Yes, ma'am!" Kim shouted enthusiastically. She ran to her bedroom and stripped out of her soccer shorts and T shirt. She felt like she was buzzing all over, that she had never been so alive. She paused, and snuck her right down the front of her white cotton underpants. She was damp down there! She knew she hadn't peed, and from her conversations with friends, she knew that this is what women did when they were sexually excited. She brushed her hands over her tender young labia, and felt her pussy begin to open up, like the petals of a flower. She brushed again, and felt something indescribably good as her fingertips touched her clit. She touched it again, and again, and began a steady rubbing motion. Oh, Jesus, Kim thought, that feels so good! I could do that for hours! She realized that her tiny pink nipples were stiffening up under her training bra, thrusting against the cotton, as if they, too wanted to be touched. She desperately wanted to keep on going and see where these explorations would lead her, but her Aunt had given her instructions and she had to follow them. Kim Lowe stripped off her training bra and found a sexy thin white top with spaghetti straps. She'd never worn it without a bra, and once on, her nipples poked right through the thin fabric. She pulled on a short denim miniskirt, and finished the outfit by lacing up her white Keds. Then she went off to find the equipment. She cuit through the kitchen on the way to the garage to find a bucket, and found her brother Kyle with standing in the middle of the breakfast nook. Aunt Vivian had pushed the table out of the way and positioned Kyle under the heavy light fixture that hung from the ceiling. She had looped some clothesline around Kyle's neck several times and threaded it up through the hook where the light was attached to the ceiling. Kyle was standing there, naked, helpless, more vulnerable than he had ever been, his hands still behind his back, his legs still forced wide apart by the broomstick, a pleading look on his face. "Hey, Kim!" Vivian called out. "Do you have any idea if this hook here will support perv-boy's weight?" "Yeah, Aunt Vivian, I bet it will," the niece answered. "I remember when Dad was putting it in, he said he was drilling into a ceiling stud, and that it would support anything." "Well then," Vivian said, "let's hang a stud from the stud!" She laughed, and Kim giggled along with her. Kyle started pleading again to be let loose, but Vivian just told him to shut up, and to drive home her point, she jerked upward on the loose end of the clothesline, cutting off his wind. Climbing onto a kitchen chair, Vivian made sure the clothesline was securely looped through the ceiling hook. Then she climbed down and ran the line behind Kyle's back. She jerked on the rope, and Kyle rose up on his tiptoes to keep from being strangled. While the naked teen boy was up on his toes, the sadistic woman quickly looped the line around his wrists and tied it off. Kyle was now immobilized in the middle of the family's breakfast nook, standing on tiptoes. If he tried to stand flat-footed, the way his aunt had rigged the line would cut off his air again and strangle him. Kim came back in with the bucket. "How do you like your brother now, Kim?" Vivian asked. "I like him like that," Kim said. "I wish he could stay like that forever." "And what would you do with him?" "I'd do this," Kim said, and walked over to her helpless older brother. Her heart was hammering away as she reached out her small hand and grabbed his scrotum. She cupped his balls, and began to squeeze. Hard, harder, and harder still. "Ahhhh! God, don't, Kim, it hurts, it hurts!" Kyle screamed as the 13-year-old slowly crushed his gonads in one hand. Finally, Kim let loose, and Kyle huffed and puffed as his sister smiled at him. "Now let's continue our experiments into adolescent male sexuality," Vivian said, pretending to sound like a college professor. "Our goal is to see how much pain a 16-year-old boy can endure and still maintain an erection. First, let's set up our equipment." She took a thick rubber band and wrapped it twice around Kyle's ball-sac, right at the top. This cause his balls to be jammed downward (and would later keep them from retracting because of the pain). Then she cut off a short piece of nylon clothesline and wrapped it around his nuts, letting it dangle down between his legs. "Bucket!" Vivian barked, now pretending to be a surgeon. "Bucket!" Kim responded, handing it over. Vivian tied the bucket to the dangling line so that it hung half way down between Kyle's legs. "Now go fill the pitcher with water," Vivian instructed her niece, who obeyed. "Kyle, my sweet nephew," Vivian said, lowering her voice to a sexy purr. "You'll like this part, lover boy. I'm going to get you hard. Would you like to see my tits, big boy?" And she began unbuttoning the man's white shirt she was wearing. Kyle's head swirled with confusion. So much pain, so much helplessness, but also, so much erotic stimulation. Now his aunt was about to show him his first pair of real breasts! Vivian unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it back, revealing she was braless. Her magnificent tits sprung out, nipples hard as little pink bullets from the excitement that was racing through her body. "Do you like these tits, big boy? Ever had a nice set of tits rubbed up against your naked body?" She stepped forward so that she was pressed right up against Kyle. Her nipples pushed against his bare chest, and she began to undulate up against the boy suggestively. She began teasing him in her low, sexy voice. "Too bad you're all tied up, Kyle. Maybe when we're done I'll let you fuck me. But before you fuck me, we'll need to get your cock all wet, and you know how we'll do that? I'll take it in my mouth, and wrap my lips around the head of your cock, and suck on it like I'm a human vacuum cleaner. And I'll tickle your ass with my fingertips, and rub my tits up against you, and then I'll let you fuck me in my tight little pussy. How about it, Kylie-boy?" The youngster moaned and tried to push himself forward against his aunt. Her nipples brushed against his chest, and he thrust his pelvis forward so that his cock barely brushed against the smooth, tan skin of her flat tummy above her denim cut-offs. God, he was so close to her, he was beside himself, she was talking about sucking his dick, and before he was even aware what was happening, his cock stirred, and stirred again, and started to swell with blood and rise upward. "Gonna get hard for me, honey?" Aunt Vivian teased. Her face was not inches from his, and she licked her lips lasciviously. She stuck a finger into her mouth, wet it, and reached down to one nipple, rubbing it, making the hard pink nub even more erect. "My nipples are so hard, Kyle. That's a sign I'm turned on. And you're getting turned on, too." Sure enough, Kyle was back to sporting a raging erection, pointing straight up to his flat, naked belly. "Kim, fill up that pitcher with water from the faucet and bring it over here and pour it into the bucket." Kim obeyed, pouring the half-gallon of water into the bucket. Kyle winced a little, but it was obvious the water had no effect. "We're gonna need more water, Kim," Vivian instructed. Kim re-filled the pitcher and poured it into the bucket, then did it again, and again, so that there were two gallons of water in the bucket. The bucket now hung down a couple of inches lower, pulling down on Kyle's testicles, putting pressure on them. The boy had started to moan, and beads of sweat were popping out on his forehead, but his dick remained hard as a steel girder. "Here, let me help," Vivian said, and grabbed a second pitcher. Vivian and Kim each poured another half-gallon of water into the suspended bucket, and watched as it descended another couple of inches from the added weight. "Oh, shit!" Kyle yelped, as the weight on his poor abused balls increased dramatically. "Oh fuck, it hurts, please stop, please stop!" Kim smiled at her brother's helpless pleading. She walked over to her brother, standing right in front of his trussed-up. naked form. "Hey, big bro, I got a question for you. What was the name of that Britney Spears song you were singing a little while ago?" Kyle's mind tumbled in pain and confusion. His balls felt like they were being ripped right out of his body. "Hit Me Baby One More Time," he answered, not realizing where his kid sister was going with the question. "OK!" Kim squeaked, hauled back her right arm and swung her first forward and upward, smashing it into her brother's testicles. Those balls, of course, were trapped by the rubber band and had nowhere to go, so they absorbed the full force of her blow. Kyle screamed piteously as the pain overwhelmed him. "Well, he asked me to hit him," Kim told her aunt, and the two females giggled in tandem. "I think we need some more water," Vivian said, and Kim poured another half-gallon into the bucket. Kyle's scrotum was now horrible stretched, hanging down a full six inches from his body, with the two pain-wracked balls forced into the very bottom of the sack. "No, God, no, please, please," Kyle babbled. "I think he's starting to lose his hard-on," Vivian noted, and she stepped up and began to run her fingers up and down Kyle's shaft. An expert cock-teaser, she paid particular attention to the little patch of skin right beneath and on the underside of the boy's cockhead, tickling it with her fingertips. The flagging erection sprang back to life. "I gotta hand it to your brother, no matter what we do to him, he takes a licking and keeps on ticking," Vivian cracked. "Hey Kyle, I know you like Britney Spears so much. What's the name of her new song?" "Shut up!" Kyle managed to yell. "Wrong!" Kim yelled back. "Britney Spears' new song is called..." She paused, stepped back, and swung her leg forward, catching Kyle's balls with the tip of her shoe, driving them upward several inches. They hung there for a spilt-second, then the gravity of the water-laded bucket took over and yanked the boy's balls back downward. His scream was blood-curdling. "Oops! I Did It Again!" Kim finished. "Here's my version, big brother," and she began singing the tune of Spears' song: Oops, I did it again! I busted your balls! I kicked them so hard. Oh baby! I'm not that innocent." Vivian watched the 13-year-old gleefully torment and torture her 16-year0old brother. She smiled; this was all going much better than any plan she could have dreamed up. Kim stepped back to kick Kyle in the nads again, but Vivian laid a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Hang on, honey. We're not trying to kill him, just teach him a lesson. You have to know a boy's limits, and I think Kyle is close to his." "Oh, please, Aunt Vivian, can't I kick his balls in some more? Please?" Kim's blue eyes glittered with demonic lust. "Later, honey. Right now, we need to continue to make sure you're brother knows his boss, just in case he hasn't figured it out yet. So far I've been doing all the work to turn him on and keep him hard. Do you think you could take over that little task?" "Can I also bust his balls some more?" Kim asked. "Sure you can." Kim stepped up to Kyle's bound body. She reached out her young, innocent hand, and wrapped it around the head of his penis. She had to look up to see his face. "Look at me, Kyle," she ordered. "I'm touching your nasty old cock, big brother. Is this what you've secretly always wanted, to have your little sister touching your cock?" "Here, honey," Vivian said. She took Kim's hand and poured some olive oil from the pantry into the palm. "Now rub that up and down his cock." Kim did as she was told, slowly, teasing her brother. Kyle's pain had faded, and now he was back in ecstasy, his sexy sister's hand working up and down on his shaft, spreading slippery, soothing olive oil everywhere. God, it was so fucking sexy, so slippery and nasty, and his little sister kept talking to him. "You like that, Paul? I kinda like it, to tell the truth. It's the first time I've touched a boy's dick, and I always thought I'd be scared when the time came. And I never thought in a million years it would be my pervert brother. But now that I'm doin' it, it's like kind of exciting. I can feel myself getting all tingly between my legs." "Oh, Jeez!" Kyle sighed. "Oh, Kim, I'll do anything you want, just don't stop. That feels so good. I'll be your slave forever, Kim, just don't stop." The teenager's cock was swelling under the gentle but insistent hand- job, the pent-up sperm of a couple hours worth of torment getting ready to burst out and spatter all over the young girl's T-shirt. Her hand rubbed and caressed him, and Kyle was lost in a cloud of lust. "That's enough, Kim," Vivian said firmly, and pulled Kim's hand off. Kim had almost gone into a trance from the smooth rhythm of the hand job, and was startled. But Vivian was right; Kyle was on the verge of coming, which was not what she had in mind. "While you were teasing your brother, Kim, I had a little brain storm. Look at his cock right now. See how swollen and purple the head is, and see how it bobs up and down? That's a sign that he's ready to come. And we don't want that, do we?" "No way!" Kim said. "So what do you suggest?" "More pain!" "Perfect!" said Vivian. "But instead of smashing his balls again, let's try this. See his little piss hole right there on top? Now take your thumb and index finger, and put them on either side of the piss hole, and gently squeeze." The youngster did as she was instructed, and Kyle moaned again to feel his sister's touch. Kim watched, fascinated, as the tiny opening on the top of Kyle's penis opened wide under the pressure of her fingers. "I found this in the pantry," Vivian said, and pulled out a bottle of Tabasco sauce. "Now hold him very still, and don't let him jerk," Vivian said, and she quickly took the top off the Tabasco and upended it over Kyle's open hole. One, two, three drops dripped out of the bottle's tiny spout, landing directly into the hole. The fiery sauce slid straight down his urethra, and Kyle screamed louder than he had screamed in all the ball-busting that had preceded it. It felt as if someone had filled his dick with kerosene and lit it on fire, and the pain nearly drove him out of his mind. "The good news, Kyle, is that when you piss that will all come right out," Vivian smirked, although Kyle couldn't hear he was screaming so loudly and jerking in his restraints. "The bad news is we're not gonna let you piss for a while, perv-boy. Time to move on to another game, Kim." 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." PART FIVE "Come on, Kyle, let's get you up," Vivian said. She bent over and scooped the boy up under his arms. Her large tits brushed against his nude body, but it barely registered on the boy, who seemed barely conscious of his surroundings. All of Kyle's focus was on his dick, which burned from the dose of hot sauce dripped down his urethra, and his balls, which had been yanked, spanked, pulled and smacked almost to jelly over the last few hours, mainly by his young sister. "Leave me alone," he whined softly. "Cone on into the family room and lie down," Vivian said. "I promise I won't hurt you any more, Kyle. Kim, you come join us." She steered Kyle into the den, his hands still cuffed and taped painfully behind his back, the clothesline still tied tightly around his scrotum, one end dangling loose. She laid him on his back on the large sofa. Normally, it would have been uncomfortable for the adolescent to lay on his back with his hands cuffed behind him, but compared to standing on tiptoe with a spreader bar separating his legs while his sister hammered on his nuts relentlessly, this was like heaven. He sighed and closed his eyes. Kim watched the stunning 30-year-old strip off her denim cut-offs and underpants, so that she was now stark naked. Kim had pulled her T-shirt back down to covering her sweet little A-cup breasts, and she stared at her aunt's red pubic hair, which was neatly trimmed and shaped into a small rectangle above her damp, puffy labia. "Time for the final lesson," Vivian told the young girl. "There's different kinds of torture. If you're going to dominate your brother completely, you need to be proficient at both. This may be harder than the other kind, but trust me, cause I'm your teacher." With that, Vivian knelt down beside Kyle's naked body. "Now listen very closely to me, perv-boy," she said in a firm voice. "I promised I wasn't going to hurt you anymore, but that's only if you obey me perfectly. I am going to suck on your cock now, Kyle. You are not allowed to move. Not a muscle. You can blink, and you can breathe. But if you so much as twitch your dick, or try to get it any further into my mouth, I'll take you back into that kitchen and string you back up, and you'll think round one was like an episode of Teletubbies, you piece of shit. I will fuck you up the ass with any object from the kitchen I can grease up, and I'll get out my cigarette lighter and use it on your dick. You got that, boy?" Kyle was petrified. "Yes, ma'am," he squeaked. He couldn't move, but she wouldn't hurt him. Then he felt it. Aunt Vivian leaned over more, and clamped her open mouth gently around the head of his cock. Instantly, the half-hard member went to full wood, as every nerve in his body started screaming Red Alert! Red Alert! He was getting his dick sucked! He couldn't believe it. Vivian was an expert cocksucker. She sucked gently on the head of his cock, like a baby on a mother's nipple. She swirled her tongue around and around the blood- engorged head, lapping at the knob. She paused, and tickled the little patch on the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue, making the boy groan with ecstasy. Kyle couldn't help himself. It wasn't even his own will, just his body reacting, but suddenly his groin thrust forward, trying to drive his cock deeper into his aunt's mouth. As soon as his body twitched, however, Vivian popped her head off the cock, letting it bob in the air. She shot out her fist and hammered it into Kyle's nuts brutally, driving them into the sofa cushion. "Aggghhhh!" Kyle gurgled in pain. "Shut up, motherfucker!" Vivian hissed. "I said not to move." She reached her hand out to the boy's massive erection and gave it a few light strokes. Kyle shuddered with pleasure. She took the head of his rod into her wet, warm mouth again, but stopped the strokes. Kyle was almost out of his mind. His aunt was naked, on her knees, sucking his sock. For the past few hours, he'd been sexually teased and tortured, had his little sister expose her pussy to him and beg for a fuck. He knew he was close to cumming, he could practically feel the semen swelling his balls. But Aunt Vivian wouldn't stroke his shaft! She kept her mouth working on the head, minute after minute, occasionally coming up for air, then going back down. She nipped at him gently with her teeth, made exaggerated slurping sounds, and just generally Hoovered the horny boy to within an inch of his life. His cock felt like a crowbar, as his aunt dragged one fingernail gently down the vein that ran on the underside of his shaft. It was a tiny bit of pressure, and Kyle wasn't going to need much to explode his seed into his aunt's hot mouth, but it wasn't enough pressure. Not yet. Vivian lifted her mouth off again. "You see what I'm doing, Kim? I can drive your brother or any male insane by giving him extreme pleasure, but not letting him cum. Kyle wants to cum more than anything else in the world right now, but he can't, because I won't wrap my fingers around his dick and give it the few quick, hard strokes that it needs to achieve orgasm. What do you think of this game, Kyle?" "How long are you gonna keep me like this?" Kyle moaned, his erection throbbing and jutting out if his crotch like an angry, rigid snake. "Gee, Kyle, I haven't decided," Vivian said, and then she plunged her head back down into the boy's lap. This time she ran her tongue from the tip of his penis all the way down the underside to his balls, then quickly back up again. The teasing made Kyle want to scream, but it was over in two seconds, and then his cock was touching nothing but air. "That was fun, I think I'll do that again," Vivian said, and repeated the quick lick, down and then up on her nephew's woodie. "Do you want to try, Kim?" Vivian asked. Kim hesitated. Sucking her brother's cock? Was that what this was coming to? But she knew if she followed her aunt advice she would be the one in control. "OK," the youngster said timidly and stepped forward, kneeling beside her aunt. "Now wet your lips, suck just on the head, and whatever you do, don't rub your hand on the shaft, or he'll'' cum in your mouth." "Ooh, ick!" Kim exclaimed at the thought of a mouthful of her brother's semen. Kim licked her lips and slid her mouth down onto her brother's engorged member. Oh, shit, Kyle thought, his cock was in his sister's mouth. This was so fucking cool he couldn't believe it! He could feel her rough little tongue circling the head of his cock, and felt like he was about to explode. Oh God, he wanted to cum in her mouth so bad. But suddenly he felt a hand wrap firmly around his scrotum, and he grimaced as his poor. sore nuts were given a slight squeeze. He knew that Aunt Vivian had a hold on his testicles, and that if he tried to push his dick forward even a fraction, he was facing maximum pain. Kim Lowe, 13, was tasting cock for the first time, and it was pretty damned exciting for the impressionable girl. Her pussy was tingling as she slurped at the head of her brother's dick, holding it in her mouth and exploring it with her tongue. She applied a light suctioning and Kyle groaned in ecstasy, so she sucked a little harder, and a little harder still. It was such a feeling of power, knowing that she could change what her brother was feeling with the slightest variations in her young mouth and throat. She stopped sucking and just held him in her mouth, and considered sneaking a hand down under her denim miniskirt to play with herself while she sucked. It was as if Vivian had read her mind. "Are you still horny, honey?" she asked her niece. "Cause I know a fun way we could take care of that." Kim lifted her mouth. "I guess so," she said, still having trouble admitting to the powerful sexual urges that were coursing through her tiny frame. "I'll bet your brother would be happy to get you off," Vivian suggested, as matter-of-fact as if she was discussing a possible picnic. "In fact, he doesn't really have much choice in the matter, just as he doesn't have much choice in anything as far as we're concerned." The two giggled. "Here's what you do, Kim. Take off your panties and climb on top of your brother, so that you're facing his feet. Position yourself that your pussy is over his mouth, and order Kyle to get you off with his tongue." Could she do it? Kim wondered. But only for an instant. "OK!" she squeaked, and quickly stripped off her white underpants, clambered up on her brother's prone body on the sofa and assumed the position her aunt had described. Kyle, his hand still cuffed behind his back, grunted as his sister's extra weight settled onto his face. Suddenly, his face was engulfed with her sweet young pussy, and he could feel her thighs straddling his head on either side. "Get me off, Kyle!" Kim ordered. Kyle wasn't sure what to do, so he stuck his tongue out and began to lick. "You've got to help guide him," Vivian explained. "Boys are so stupid. As soon as his tongue touches just the right spot, tell him that's the spot. And Kyle, your job then is to lick that spot until your sister says to stop." Kyle licked, while Kim squirmed deliciously on his face. His cock wasn't getting any attention at the moment, which was frustrating, but having his sister's pussy grinding into his face was more than enough distraction. It also increased his sexual frustration, though, and he desperately wished either his aunt or his sister would give him some relief. "Yes! That's it!" Kim suddenly squealed as Kyle's tongue rasped over the tiny bud of her clit. She sank back down onto the boy's face and began to aggressively grind herself into his mouth. Kyle knew what would happen if he didn't do as instructed - his aunt still had his aching balls cradled in her hand, and licked at the little girl's clitoris as his life depended on it. "Oh yes! That's it! Right there! Oh God, yes, lick me! Yes" Kim screamed. At that moment, Vivian bent over and took Kyle's member into her mouth again. Kyle practically screamed himself at the intense sudden pleasure, but it came out as a muffled moan into his sister's crotch, which she enjoyed immensely. The three relatives stayed locked that way for several minutes, with Kyle licking frantically at his sister's clit, trying to get her off before he suffocated, while his aunt teased and tormented his cock with her expert tongue. He desperately wanted to thrust upward into that magnificent mouth, but knew the punishment would be too severe. Finally, Kim screamed and clamped her strong young thighs tightly against Kyle's ears. He could taste some sort of fluid, and he realized his sister was cumming right into his mouth. God, she was so lucky! Kyle thought. When was he going to be allowed to cum? They'd been in the family room for half an hour now, and for almost that entire time he'd had a mouth attached to his cock, sucking and sucking. But with no one rubbing his cock, he was unable to cum. The frustration made him want to cry. In its own way, this torture seemed as bad as when they were whacking his balls like a pinata! Kim sighed, and climbed down from her perch atop her brother's face. Kyle's face glistened with her juices, which were smeared everywhere. "Look at your brother," Vivian said. "He ate so much pussy his face looks like a glazed donut." The two females shared another laugh at the helpless boy's expense. "So now you see what your brother's good for, Kim," Vivian said. "This is just one of the many services he can provide you with. Whenever you feel like it, you just order him to lie down, climb up on his face, and order him to get you off." "Cool!" Kim exclaimed. "What about me?" Kyle cried out. His youthful hard-on felt like it was going to explode from the hours of torment it had been through, much of it sexual teasing. "What about you, perv-boy?" snapped Vivian. "You'll cum when we say so. If we say so. Actually, I think I'll leave that up to your sister. After all, I'll be leaving after this weekend, and it will just be the two of you here with your Mom and Dad. You'll be obeying Kim all the time, not me. Won't you, Kyle?" "Yes, ma'am," he replied. "Kim, please! I gave you an orgasm, can't I please have one?" Kim smiled. "I don't know," she said. "I'll have to think about it." "Please, Kim, please. You don't even have to do it. Just uncuff my hands and I'll go off by myself and not bother you." "That's what got you into this mess in the first place, Kyle," Kim said sternly. "No, I think it's best if I decide when you cum and when you don't cum. And maybe I'll even be the one to give you your orgasms. Can I do that, Aunt Vivian?" "Of course you can, honey. You're in charge. Perv-Boy Kyle is just your slave, and he'll do whatever you want. If you decide to give him an orgasm now, though, I wouldn't recommend letting him have another one for a week or so." "We'll see how it goes," Kim said. "Tomorrow Kyle can take my friends and I shopping at the mall. He's been earning money at his summer job at the supermarket, so he can go to the ATM and take out $50 and buy me some new shoes. Is that OK with you Kyle?" "Yes, I'll do it!" Kyle squeaked. He was utterly defeated, his little sister's boy-toy to do with as she pleased. "And maybe I'll use my new shoes to stomp on your balls when we get home. Is that OK with you Kyle?" He swallowed hard. And shuddered. God, this would never end. Kim reached over and flicked his nut-sack, hard, with her finger, shooting a bolt of pain into the tender little orbs. "Yes, you can use your new shoes to stomp on my nuts!" he shouted, knowing that the world he had once known was gone. "Then I guess maybe I'll let you cum now. But not in my mouth. That's too icky. I'll use my hand." And the teenage girl reached out and grasped her brother's cock firmly with her right hand, and began to jack the shaft up and down, very, very slowly. "Oh God, yes, Kim, that's perfect, yeah baby, just like that!" The softness of her hand, and the firmness of her touch, and the exquisite torment that had been building so long in him, all combined to make Kyle know it was only a matter of seconds before he spurted his semen out like a hot, salty geyser. "I can feel you getting harder," Kim said. "And the head of your cock is swelling up even bigger," Kim said. "Does that mean you're gonna cum, big brother? Are you gonna cum all over my hand?" "Yes! Yes!" Kyle screamed, and thrust his groin upward, desperate for release. His balls were jumping, it was almost there, almost there, as Kim increased her speed just a little, jacking up and down on his shaft, up and down. "Yes, Kim! Yes! I'm gonna cum!" "No you're not," Kim said suddenly, and pulled her hand away. His cock fucked nothing but air, and his orgasm hung just barely out of reach. "I don't want him to cum yet, Aunt Vivian," Kim announced, sounding like a spoiled little princess. "I want to play some more. Are there any more things we can do to him?" Vivian smiled. The girl was a natural. "You bet there are, sweetie. Why don't you go look in your daddy's medicine cabinet and see if he's got a tube of Ben Gay and bring it down? I used it once on a boyfriend I was playing these kinds of games with, rubbed it all over his cock and balls. Ooh, that deep-heating action started in to work, and it burned and burned, and he couldn't do a thing about it. He screamed himself hoarse from the pain." "That sounds like fun! I'll go get it. And I also think I'll grab Kyle's toothbrush," she added. "What for?" asked Vivian. "Well, I figure that Ben Gay stuff would be really, really nasty on the inside of a person. So we could spread it on Kyle's toothbrush, then stick up the toothbrush up his butthole and scrub it out real good, and leave all the ointment inside him!" Kim crowed. She looked at her brother, helpless on the sofa, his balls bruised and battered, his cock screaming for release. "My, you're turning out to be a vicious little minx," Vivian replied. She was so proud. She had done her work well. Kim strutted over to where Kyle lay. She did a sexy little bump and grind, thrusting her pelvis out at her brother, started singing like Britney Spears: "Oops, I did it again/ I played with your heart/ Got lost in the game/ Oh baby baby/ Oops, you think I'm in love/ That I'm sent from above..." She got to the last line and shouted into her brother's face: "I'm not that innocent!" "Don't go anywhere, Kyle," she cooed, blew him a kiss, and scampered off to get more supplies. THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71