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

PART ONE
By Dr. Wu

    THE USUAL BLAH BLAH: You shouldn't have to be told this, but this
story contains sex and violence and if you are under 18, you should not
read it. This story is copyright 2000 by Dr. Wu. It may be posted, re-
posted or archived anywhere that is completely free. It may not be
archived anywhere that charges any sort of fee. It is completely
fictitious, and any resemblance with real persons is coincidental. You
can read other stories by Dr. Wu by  visiting his author's site at the
Alt. Sex.Stories Text Repository. The address is:http://www.asstr-mirror.org.
   "Brother, Busted" is different from my usual stories in that it is
about a teenaged boy who is teased and hurt badly by his teenaged sister
and his aunt. If you don't want that, there's a universe of stories out
there, so don't come whinin' to Dr. Wu.

Oh, and for God's sake, don't actually try any of this sick shit or
someone will get badly hurt.

BROTHER, BUSTED
PART ONE

   "Oh yeah, Britney, suck that cock, baby. Take it down your throat, you
little sweetie! Suck it, Britney! Oh baby baby!"

    Kyle Lowe couldn't believe it. Not only had he won an Internet
website contest to go backstage and win Britney Spears' sweaty post-
performance panties, but now she was giving him a blowjob as well, right
there in her dressing room. The 16-year-old boy lay back, his pants down
around his ankles, and Britney Spears's sweaty panties draped across his
face. She had peeled them off right after she had gotten offstage, having
spent an hour in strenuous dancing under hot lights. The white cotton
briefs, cut high, positively reeked of her girly  sweat and pussy juice.

   He had expected to just take the panties and go, but then she had
offered him a blowjob, locking the door and telling him to lay back on
her massage table. That sweet mouth, the one that sang "Hit Me Baby One
More Time," was wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking and sucking,
while her hand worked up and down on his shaft. He could feel himself
getting close to an orgasm, but wanted to prolong it. He took another
huge hit of her sweaty panties, inhaling the delicious but pungent
fragrance.

   With the panties covering his face, Kyle didn't see his little sister
Kim walk into the room. Kim hadn't knocked, has just cracked the door
open to talk to her brother, and what she saw astonished the naive girl.
There was her older brother Kyle, laying on his bed, with a pair of
panties covering his face. He was listening to his Discman through
earphones, and his pants were down around his ankles. His right hand was
clutching his penis tightly, and he was jacking himself off frantically.
He had the music turned up so loud that Kim could hear, even through the
earphones, Britney Spears singing "Hit Me Baby One More Time."

   Kim Lowe was shocked, and to her dismay, a little turned on by the
sight. She had never seen her brother's dick before, and for that matter,
had never seen any dick. It was so big and red and angry, and he was
being so rough with it, like he was trying to choke it. "Ohh yeah,
Britney, suck it" she heard him moan through the panties.

   The panties! Kim had been so transfixed by the sight of her brother
whacking off that the white panties covering his face had barely
registered on her. Those were her panties! The creep had stolen a pair of
panties, and now he was sniffing them and jacking off. That was so gross,
she couldn't believe it!

   Kim felt her own young pussy tingling a little, a feeling she didn't
understand. But she knew right away that she had to go tell her Aunt
Vivian, who was baby-sitting the two teens. She pulled the door shut
quietly and ran downstairs to where Vivian was watching TV, and blurted
out what she had just witnessed. Instantly, Vivian was up the stairs and
throwing open Kyle's bedroom door.

   "Oh yeah, Britney, take it deeper, baby, let me tickle your tonsils.
These panties of yours smell fantastic!" moaned Kyle, lost in his fantasy
world. He sniffed the damp crotch again, and the odor of teen pussy
filled his nostrils and his brain.

   "KYLE LOWE! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!" shouted his aunt.

        The poor boy reacted as if he'd been hit over the head with a
board.
He flew up, the panties falling from his face, the headphones jerked off
his ears, and tried to cover himself. Oh Jesus Fucking Christ, he
thought, as he looked up and saw his Aunt, red-faced and shouting,
standing in the doorway, with his little sister Kim trying to peer around
her. Oh man, am I ever busted.

   "Oh Kyle, you are sooooo busted," said Aunt Vivian, as if reading his
mind. The boy was trying frantically to get his pants pulled up, but they
kept snagging on his erection, which Vivian noted with pleasure was
certainly not pubescent at all. Kyle was a man in the way that truly
counted, she thought. He got the pants up over his cock, but couldn't get
them fastened, and he sat down on the bed in defeat and hung his head in
shame.

   "Aunt Vivian!" Kim squealed. "Those are my panties! That pervert stole
my panties, and was using them to, you know..."

   "Yes, I know, Kim," Vivian said. Her initial outburst having passed,
she was now working at calming herself down. She was faced with an
interesting situation, one that could play out in all sorts of ways. She
was already envisioning one way, a way she hadn't been able to explore
for some time, but which pleased her enormously.

   "Please don't tell!" Kyle yelped. "Please, please, please don't tell."

        "Shut up, Kyle," Vivian said coolly. "Just sit there and shut up
and
don''t say anything unless you're answering a question. Now, where did
you get those underpants?"

   Kyle looked panicky, and glanced at Kim, then dropped his gaze. "From
her," he said.

   "Where exactly?" Vivian asked. "From her drawer?"

        "From her hamper."

        "Oh, you wanted to sniff your little sister's dirty panties,
didn't
you, pervert boy?"

        "Ohhh, gross!" Kim shouted. "Kyle, you are like such a perv! Aunt
Vivian, he did this once before, like stole my panties out of the hamper.
Mom caught him and said if he ever did anything like that again, she was
gonna take away his car!"

   "Shut up!" Kyle yelled at his younger sister. "Just shut up!"

   "Kyle, is this true?" asked Vivian. "Tell me the truth. Cause if you
lie to me and I find out, you will be in very, very big trouble, young
man."

   Shit shit shit, Kyle thought, his mind racing. Should he lie and risk
getting caught? If his aunt told him Mom, though, he would be so badly
busted he'd never see the end of his punishment. Better to tell his aunt
the truth and hope for the best, even if his dad always did call his
sister-in-law "A real ball-buster with a capital B, capital B."

   The adolescent swallowed hard. "Yes, it's true." He looked at Vivian,
pleading. "But please don't tell my mom and dad, or they'll take away my
car!"

   Vivian smiled. She knew what that car meant to Kyle. His parents, who
spoiled both their children, had given him a brand-new BMW, a bright red
Beamer, for his 16th birthday, just a month ago. While some of his peers
were still riding the school bus, and others were arriving at school in
the family minivan, Kyle was pulling in to the parking lot every day in a
$40,000 set of wheels, and it had improved his social standing beyond his
wildest dreams. Although he was still a virgin, several of the sluttier
girls at school had been eyeing him and his car, and Mary Lou Perkins had
asked if she could get a ride home some afternoon if it wasn't too much
trouble. He'd give Mary Lou Fuckin Perkins a fucking ride, he had
thought.

        And now he was on the verge of losing all this, and going back to
the hideous yellow schoolbus full of younger kids. He couldn't. He would
do anything to keep his Beamer.

        "I don't know, Kyle, about you keeping the car," Vivian was
telling
him, taunting him. Was it just his imagination, or could he see her
nipples starting to get hard underneath her white cotton man's shirt,
poking their little heads into the fabric? And if he could see the
nipples, did that mean his aunt wasn't wearing a bra. OK, mind out of the
gutter, he told himself, that's what got you here. How to get out of this
mess, how to keep the car?

   "You can punish me," Kyle suggested.

   "Punish you? Hmmmm, that's a thought," said Vivian. She turned to Kim.
"Kim, I'll let you decide. We can turn Kyle in to your mom and dad when
they get home tomorrow, or we can punish him, you and me. I think I can
come up with a punishment that will guarantee that Kyle will never steal
your panties again. In fact, when we're done with Kyle, he'll take you to
the mall whenever you want, do your chores around the house and probably
even do your laundry for you."

        Kim Lowe was goggle-eyed. Everything was happening so fast,
finding
her pervert brother, then hearing all of this from her Aunt Vivian, whom
she adored. Could Aunt Vivian really punish Kyle so that he would be her
slave? As the thought crossed her mind, her pussy gave a tiny spasm that
made her flinch, and she realized she was turned on by the thought of
punishing her big brother, of making him hurt, or whatever Vivian had in
mind.

   "Let's do it, Aunt Vivian! Let's punish him!" The youngster was
astonished at the enthusiasm - blood-lust even - in her own voice.

   Out of the fuckin frying pan and into the fuckin fire, Kyle was
thinking. His sister's eyes were glowing like some little girl possessed
by Satan in a horror movie, and his Aunt was making threats that sounded
pretty heavy, and he was trapped, with no way out. His parents had left
Aunt Vivian in charge while they went out of town for the night, even
though he swore he was old enough to take care of little Kim. If he
wanted to be driving that Beamer to school next week, and maybe taking a
little ride with, or on, Mary Lou Perkins, he had to do whatever his Aunt
Vivian told him to do.

   "OK, I'll take my punishment," he said meekly.

   "Very good," said Vivian, and her eyes glistened. "Now what happens
here next stays among the three of us. We don't tell mom and dad, we
don't tell friends. This is discipline, and I am the disciplinarian, and
that's my rule. Got it you two?"

        Kyle and Kim both nodded. Kyle was starting to get sick with
fear,
and to his puzzlement, his cock was stirring again, starting to get hard.
Kim's heart was beating faster, her palms were itchy, and she was as
excited as if she was playing at one of her soccer matches.

   "First, I want you to tell us both exactly what were you doing here,"
Vivian ordered the boy.

   "Uhhh, um, you know, I was, uh...." Kyle trailed off, deeply
humiliated. He stared at his lap.

   "Not a good start, young man," Vivian snapped. "Maybe when I your
parents take away your little red car, they'll let me borrow it!"

   "OK!" Kyle shouted. "I was jacking off, alright?"

   "And who were you thinking of, perv boy?" Vivian demanded.

   "Britney Spears," Kyle admitted.

   "Tell me the fantasy right this second, or bye-bye Beamer."

   "OK, I was pretending that I was backstage with Britney, and she'd
given me her sweaty underpants, and then she was uh, uh, uh sucking me."

   Kim was shocked! Shocked and turned on, she realized. Why would she
get turned on by her brother's fantasy about Britney Spears, she
wondered. Then she realized it was how her aunt was making her big
brother grovel, shaming and embarrassing him. He had always lorded it
over Kim how he was older, and a boy, and she was just a little girl, and
now she, through Vivian, had the upper hand. She felt her cheeks flush
with excitement."

   Aunt Vivian turned to Kim. "You and I need to talk briefly in
private," she said. "Come with me to your room. Kyle, you are instructed
to strip naked. Immediately. When we come back, I want to see you
standing at attention, without a stitch. Got that, perv boy?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   He watched them leave his bedroom. Kim, just a little slip of a thing
really, heading into puberty but still a ways to go. She was slender, a
little over five feet tall, 110 pounds at most, but in excellent shape
from being on her middle school soccer team. Her breasts had started to
bud and her figure was getting more womanly, Kyle had noticed, but she
was still just a girl. Like Kyle, she had long dark lashes, dark eyes and
long dark hair, and Kim's hung down to the middle of her back.

   Their Aunt Vivian, their mother's younger sister, was 30, divorced,
and a high school social studies teacher. She had the family's dark good
looks as well, but hers were coupled with a knockout figure that made
grown men weep with desire: 5'7", but a solid six feet tall in spike
heels, which she frequently wore. Trim and buff from frequent workouts,
she had a 36C-23-37 frame, and she usually dressed to show it off. Since
this was just a weekend baby-sitting with her niece and nephew, though,
she was wearing a pair of denim cut-offs, sneakers, and a man's white
shirt knotted at her breastbone, showing off a flat set of abs and a
delicious little belly button. Kyle sometimes gave a passing thought that
his aunt was a sexy woman, but being 16 he was much more into thinking
about Mary Lou Perkins, Britney Spears, Jennifer Lopez, and Michelle
Williams of "Dawson's Creek," all of whom frequently appeared as willing
fucktoys in his fevered sexual fantasies.

   Kyle reluctantly got up and began to strip, wondering what his Aunt
had in store for him.

        In Kim's room, Vivian was outlining just that.

   "Now Kim, Kyle's punishment is going to be very rough, brutal even.
But I don't want you to shrink away. I want you to participate. If you
just stand and watch, then when I leave, Kyle will only associate the
punishment with me, and will go on tormenting you. But if you punish Kyle
along with me, he'll be putty in your hands from now on. Now will you go
along with me?"

   "Yes, ma'am," the 13-year-old beauty answered, enthralled with her
aunt and the sense of power that was building between them.

   "Now there are two ways to control men," Viv explained. "First, you
can be a cock tease. I know you've heard the term. It means getting a boy
all excited, but then not letting him have an orgasm, so that he gets
very frustrated. Do you know about boys and orgasms, Kim?"

  "Aunt Viv, duh! I'm not a baby!"

   "Of course not, honey. And the second way to control a man is through
causing him pain, specifically pain in his testicles. A boy's balls are
unbelievably tender and sensitive, and sometimes even a little tap at
just the right angle can be very painful. But Kyle is in a position where
he has to take whatever is dished out, so he may get much more than a
little tap tonight. Now tell me honest, Kim: If I set it up, can you kick
your brother in the nuts so hard that he thinks he's gonna die?"

   Kim swallowed. God, she didn't know what to say. She'd never even
considered it. But then suddenly she did know what to say. "You bet I
can! I can make that bastard sorry he ever stole my panties. When I get
done with him, his poor balls are gonna be permanently stuck in his
stomach!"

   "Oh my goodness, Kim, you are one fast little learner." The older
woman and the young girl looked at one another, and perfect understanding
passed between them. "I'll be in charge of the teasing," Vivian said,
"and you can watch. If you feel like you want to get in on the fun, I'll
let you. You can be in charge of the nut-busting, and I'll supervise."

   "Aunt Vivian, I feel strange, kinda turned on," Kim said.

   "I'll bet you do, honey. And you ain't felt nothin' yet. Wait till we
have your brother's ball sac literally in our hands, and he's screaming
for mercy. You'll get so turned on you won't be able to stand it. Now, do
you have a good sturdy pair of shoes, something heavy and leather?"

   "I've got these," Kim said, pulling a pair of dress shoes out of her
closet. As was the fashion, they were thick-soled, open toed, black
leather shoes, somewhat chunky and clunky but very much the style for
teenaged girls.

   "Perfect," said Vivian. "Now I want you to go gather a few items.
We'll need some clothesline, and plenty of it, and some duct tape. Check
your dad's toolbox and basement. Also get a broom, and find a saw of your
dad's, and saw the handle off the broom. Then meet me in Kyle's room with
it all. Got it?

   "Got it!" said Kim, saluting her aunt smartly. She dashed off to get
the supplies, barely noticing that as she ran, her thighs rubbed together
and made her young pussy tingle even more with excitement.
BROTHER, BUSTED
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 asscheeks, right on the
crack. She dragged the wet fingertip along his sensitive buttcrack,
passing it right over his anus, and continued downward.

   "Ohhhhh, 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 horndog, 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 waved 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 isn 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 nutsack,
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.
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."
BROTHER, BUSTED
PART FOUR

   "Oh baby baby!
   Oh baby baby!"

  Kim teased her helpless brother as he twisted in his bonds and
screamed. She was singing the Britney Spears song "Hit Me Baby One More
Time," only just repeating that one line over and over as she skipped
joyously in circles around him.

  "Oh baby baby!" she sang. "How were you supposed to know/
  You'd end up being tortured?"

   Todd's bellowing began to die down to whimpers as his body adjusted to
this new level of agony. His balls felt as if they were about to be
ripped away from him, and in fact they were, as the bucket full of water
pulled down inexorably, stretching his poor scrotum until it was
ridiculously elongated. His urethra was still on fire from the hot sauce
his sadistic bitch of an aunt had poured down his hole. And now his
fucking sister was skipping around taunting him!

   As his pain reached a level where he could focus, he realized Aunt
Vivian was walking back into the kitchen carrying the family's camcorder.
The red light wasn't on yet, but he still knew that something horrible
was coming.

   "I had another idea, Kim," Vivian said, as the young girl quieted and
listened. "Eventually I'm gonna have to go home, and it will just be you
and Todd. I'm confident he'll be your slave after what we put him through
tonight. But a little insurance never hurt. So we'll make a little tape
of perv-boy here, and I'll take it with me. And if he ever raises a
finger to you, or even so much as refuses an order you give him, then
just call me. I'll make copies and mail them to all his little high
school friends.

   "Wouldn't that make for an interesting time at school, Todd honey?"
Vivian cooed sexily, strutting up close to the boy again. "Imagine how
word would spread. A video of Todd Lowe all tied up, his poor little
erection bobbing around with no place to go, and his balls all swollen in
pain. Wonder how many girls would find you a stud after that?

   "So I'm gonna turn this video camera on, and you're gonna tell the
camera that you're a pervert, that you steal your sister's underpants out
of the hamper and sniff them while you jack off. Tell how you're a
constant masturbator and you have pathetic fantasies about Britney
Spears. And then to make it more interesting, I want you to say that
you're really just a faggot, and that you want to suck boys' dicks, and
you wish a boy would fuck you up the ass."

   "No fuckin' way!" Todd managed to yell. As horrible as his situation
was, he would never say such things on a video.

   "Kim, honey, I think your brother needs some persuading. Go pour some
more water into the bucket." Kim did so, and the bucket dropped a couple
inches more, increasing the pull on Todd's  gonads. The teen groaned and
grit his teeth.

   "Now take this, Kim," Vivian said, and handed her a large wooden spoon
from the kitchen counter. Start hitting Kyle's balls with this spoon. Not
really hard, with all your strength, but with enough force that he really
feels each one. If your arm gets tired, I'll take over. If we change back
and forth, we can go a couple of hours easily. I doubt if Todd can go for
10 minutes before he's begging us to turn on the camcorder!" The two
females giggled.

   Todd continued gritting his teeth, determined not to say anything, as
his little sister began smacking his nuts with the spoon. It hurt, but
he'd had worse tonight. Smack, smack, smack, smack. Over and over and
over, Kim Lowe hit the spoon against the boy's testicles, which had no
place to retreat to. After a couple of minutes, what had started as a
nasty ache began to spread up into his stomach. He felt sick all over,
and he realized he was trembling on his tiptoes. Smack, smack, smack, one
per second, minute after minute. God, it was getting worse and worse.

   Kim switched hands, right to left, and to compensate, began hitting
harder and a little faster. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Todd grunted with each
contact.

   "Harder, honey," Vivian instructed. Kim began pulling her arm all the
way back and swinging through, and each tap with the spoon now felt to
Todd like someone was crushing his nuts between two bricks. He was
sweating all over, felt like he was about to vomit, if he didn't black
out first. He couldn't stand it!

   "That's five minutes, Todd," Vivian said. "Think of what an hour will
be like."

   "OK, fuck you both!" Todd screamed. "I'll make the fucking video!"

  And as Vivian recorded the trembling, sweat-soaked victim, Todd blurted
out all the horrible things she had instructed him to say. He knew he was
sealing his fate forever, that his bratty little bitch of a sister Kim
would now be able to blackmail him forever, but it was worth it to stop
that relentless pounding on his balls.

   Vivian made him say it all again, particularly the fake "confession"
about being gay, just to torment the boy as much as anything else. Then
she took the VHS tape out of the camcorder and laid it aside. While Kyle
whimpered, she pulled Kim aside into the dining room and whispered her
plans for the next stage of Kyle's torment.

  The two came back into the kitchen, and Vivian got some scissors and
began cutting the clothesline that held Kyle's ankles to the spreader
bar. "We're going to let you get out of this uncomfortable position,
perv-boy, but we're not done with you yet. I suggest you not move a
muscle until I say you can."

   Kyle was just glad to be able to stand flat-footed again. The bucket
still was pulling his balls down toward the kitchen floor, but Vivian cut
the cord near the bucket and let it down carefully. Kim, meanwhile, had
dragged a kitchen chair down to the far end of the galley kitchen, about
20 feet away from Todd. She sat in the chair and watched her aunt work
her magic.

   Vivian told Kyle again not to move, as she tied more clothesline to
the piece that dangled down from his scrotum, so that there was no
several feet of line hanging off the boy. His hands remained handcuffed
and taped behind his back, but it was a huge relief not to have his nuts
being yanked off his body. She detached the line that was hooked over the
light fixture

   "Time for a little game, Kyle-baby," Vivian said. "Kim is going to
give you some instructions. When she says go, you obey the instructions.
If you don't, I'm gonna put the spreader bar back on  and truss you back
up. And next time, I'll go upstairs and find some needles and we'll play
a little piercing game with the head of your cock. Or maybe we could do
something creative with pliers."

   "Please, Aunt Vivian, please just let me go. Isn't this enough? God, I
hurt so bad," the teenager moaned.

   "Shut up and listen to your sister."

   "Hey, Kyle!" Kim called from her chair, using the sexiest voice she
could muster. "Aunt Vivian and I figured since you've been stealing my
panties, that must mean you want to fuck me. Is that what you want? A
little incest? You want to fuck my little 13-year-old pussy." Kim spread
her knees apart, and Kyle's jaw dropped when he saw she wasn't wearing
any panties under her miniskirt. As she spread her legs, he could see the
sparse blonde public hair, the golden curls that covered her virgin slit.

   "You want some of this, big boy?" Kim reached her hand between her
legs and started playing with herself. The girl had been building up such
a case of horniness as she had tortured her brother that she was soaking
wet, and her lips parted easily as she began to probe for her clitoris
with her fingertips. She made contact, and a jolt of pleasure raced
through her body. Kim Lowe closed her eyes and began to masturbate, just
a few feet away from her brother, as his eyes popped out and his youthful
erection sprang to life.

   "Oh, Kyle, I could really use a cock in my pussy. Come here and take
my virginity, brother. I'm so wet, you'll slide right into me. Come and
get it."

   Kyle knew it was some kind of trap. He looked at Vivian.

   "You heard the girl, Kyle. She wants you to fuck her. Run down there
and do it. You've got five seconds to get to her."

   Kyle didn't know what the deal was, and he knew it somehow would not
be good for him, but he stared at his sister's exposed cunt, and heard
his aunt encouragement, and that was enough. The boy sprang forward,
covering the kitchen floor in several leaping bounds.

   WHAM! Suddenly his nuts were nearly ripped right off his body. As he
had gotten to within a couple of feet of little Kim, Vivian had pulled
the line back, like reeling in a fish. Kyle screamed in agony as his aunt
began reeling him in, dragging him back across the kitchen floor in his
bare feet. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" Kyle bellowed as his aunt yanked on the
tight clothesline tied to his scrotum.

   Finally, Vivian had dragged Kyle back across the kitchen to where he
had started.

   "Oh Kyle!" Kim called to her brother. "Whatsa matter, bro? Here I am
telling you you can fuck me, practically begging you to fuck me, and you
can't do it?" Kim pulled her tight T-shirt up under her chin and held it
there, exposing her 13-year-old breast buds to Kyle. Her tiny pink
nipples were as hard as little eraser tips, and Kyle licked his lips
staring at his sister's nudity for the first time ever. Kim kept playing
with her pussy, which was feeling better and better. She knew her aunt
wouldn't let her brother get to her, so she threw herself into her
masturbation, massaging her little clit around and around and around. She
got wetter and wetter, and Kyle thought he could smell her sexy
secretions all the way across the kitchen.

   "Oh, Jesus, Kyle, I'm not pretending, I'm really really fucking turned
on!" Kim cried out, and Kyle could tell she wasn't just pretending, she
really was terribly aroused, that on some primal level her virgin little
twat was hungry for his boner. His cock throbbed and bobbed despite the
pain, and this time he began inching his way toward his sister, hoping
maybe his aunt wouldn't notice.

   It was a stupid hope, but then Kyle was only a 16-year-old bot still
thinking with his dick. Vivian let Kyle get closer and closer. He reached
out his hand, and was inches away from being able to touch his sister.
She kept her eyes open, looking right at her brother as he slithered
across the floor toward her. Kim suddenly wasn't sure if she wanted her
aunt to pull back on the chord or not. Maybe it would feel good to have a
cock inside. Maybe this was what was meant to be.

   She felt Kyle's hand on her bare knee, and a spark seemed to jump
between them at the skin on skin contact. Then, in an instant, it was
gone, and she saw her brother's face suddenly contort in a mask of pain
as his aunt yanked viciously on the clothesline.

   "Fuck!" Kyle yelled as he was pulled backward again.

   "Poor Kyle!" Kim teased. "So close to getting a little pussy. Close,
but no cigar, you pervert!" she chortled.

   Vivian reined the poor boy back across the floor by his balls. His
screams of pain filled the Lowe family kitchen. Before he even reached
his aunt, Kyle collapsed on the floor and began sobbing with pain,
frustration and exhaustion. Vivian let go of the clothesline and let Kyle
lay there, crumpled and nude, utterly defeated and humiliated.

   Kim continued to play with her pussy, twirling her clit faster and
faster. She wasn't even aware of it, but she had begun repeating the
Britney Spears snippet over and over under her breath.

   "Oh baby baby," she moaned in a soft whisper. "Oh baby baby, oh baby
baby." Her young hand was a blur. Her heart was pounding in her chest,
which had turned a rosy pink as her first orgasm came closer and closer.
Kim's little nipples were so erect they were practically painful, as the
youngster sat in the kitchen chair, her eyes riveted on the defeated body
of her once-formidable brother.

   "Oh baby baby," Kim moaned, her voice suddenly getting louder. "Oh
baby! Baby!" OH BABY! BABY!" She was practically shouting now. Kyle was
only vaguely aware of the noise as he concentrated more on the throbbing
of his badly abused gonads, but Vivian watched Kim with fascination.
There was nothing like watching a young person discover their sexuality,
Vivian thought, and realized her own pussy was leaking, both from the
 tormenting of her nephew and from the coming of age, so to speak, of her
niece.

   OH JESUS! Kim suddenly screamed, and her first orgasm shot through her
body. Waves of pleasure radiated out from her pussy, her toes curled
violently, her thin, lithe body spasmed again, and again, and again. Oh
it felt so good, so unbelievably fucking good, Kim thought.

   Finally she was done, and Kim Lowe slumped in the chair, her muscles
suddenly slack. She felt better than she had ever felt in her life,
better even than the time the soccer team had carried her off the field
after scoring the winning goal. Vivian let her catch her breath. Then she
spoke.

   "So what do you think, Kim honey?" she asked.

   "Oh Jesus, Aunt Vivian, that was the best ever!" Kim wasn't clear, and
for that matter she wasn't sure herself, whether she meant the torturing
of her brother or the orgasm she had just given herself. Actually, the
two were inextricably linked in her, forever. Just as Vivian had planned.

   "I'm glad, sweetie. But there's one last little game to play."
BROTHER, BUSTED
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 any more, 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 ahold 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 teenaged 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
"Are you crazy/
Are you high?
Or just an ordinary guy/
Have you done all you can do?
Are you with me, Doctor?
"Doctor Wu," by Steely Dan

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