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BROTHER, BUSTED
Ff/m femdom, teens, cbt, denial, tease

PART THREE
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
completelyfictitious, 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 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 titties, 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 titties
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 hsi 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."

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