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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: Younger brother spanks older (t/t, spanking, mast., hum.)
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Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2004 16:10:08 -0500
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Younger brother spanks older (t/t, spanking, mast., hum.)

By Jari


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WARNING: Standard Disclaimer 

The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of
adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story
contains scenes of non-consensual sexual behavior, spanking
etc. between minors. If you are offended by such activities, do not
read any further. This is purely a fantasy, a delightful one but still
a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely
coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting
from reading this work.

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I just could not believe my luck! I walked into my brother's room and
saw him leaning out of the window, talking to some friends of his. I
immediately realized the potential of the situation. I would be able
to take FULL REVENGE for what my brother had done to me this morning.
I tiptoed towards him and..... but maybe I better tell you first what
happened this morning, so that you have a better comprehension of the
situation and can sympathize with me!

That morning I heard my brother Jim rushing up the stairs to his room.
He took two or three steps at a time. As usual he was late for his
training. Coach would sure be yelling at him again: "YOU DON'T PUT
ENOUGH EFFORT IN IT, JIM. YOU'LL NEVER REACH THE TOP THIS WAY!"  My
brother was 16 years old now and was considered to be a promising
talent at table tennis.

I myself, at the age of 12, was not interested in sports at all. The
only sport I liked was teasing my elder brother whenever I could. And
recently I had discovered the noble `sport' of masturbation, of which
I had become a frequent practitioner lately. Anyway, I lay on my back
in my bed in my own room and smiled. I could almost see before my eyes
what took place in Jim's room right now. How Jim would hurry to put on
his training gear and look around for his favorite table tennis bat.
`Where the fuck was that bat? Nowhere to be found!' He would go crazy
about not being able to find his favorite bat.

I sighed. The weather was quite hot and I began waving some coolness
into my face. I did that of course with the help of my brother's table
tennis bat. I had taken it from his room because Jim spat in my desert
yesterday evening at dinner. My favorite desert and all too... so I
was forced to eat carefully around the polluted spot and leave quite a
substantial part of it untouched on my plate! I hated him for that!
And mom had only told him not to do it again! Not to do it again? He
should have been grounded for a week! So I was forced to take justice
in my own hand.

Suddenly I heard Jim's door being cracked open. Jim ran across the
hall to my room and rushed inside. "You little fuck-off brat," Jim
yelled at me. He was all dressed to go to training. He wore his red
club shirt and white shorts. He also wore the tiny white socks that I
used to tease him with all the time. I always told him it was an
outfit for sissies. Usually he gave me a smack on the head for me
saying so.

Well anyway, he jumped on the bed and straddled me. With his left hand
he yanked his precious bat out of my hand and with his right hand he
took hold of my nose and twisted it in a most painful way.
"Ooouuch!!!" I cried out and tried to wriggle myself out under Jim,
but his muscular thighs held me in a firm grip. "How many times have I
told you: DON'T TOUCH MY STUFF! AND KEEP OUT OF MY ROOM!!!" He gave my
nose some more painful twists. I had counted on him having not much
time to deal with me, so I would have the fun of infuriating him with
his nowhere-to-be-found bat and I would not have to endure much
punishment for it.

It turned out however that he took the risk of being too late for
training in order to be able to give me a proper punishment for my
little prank. He took his bat in his right hand and hit me hard on the
head with it. "Ouch! Bastard! That hurts! Get off me!" Tears were
coming up in my eyes. "Good", Jim said, "you will think TWICE again
before you dare to touch my stuff again."  He raised himself and
looked down at me sobbing. Suddenly he got an idea. "And so that you
will remember..." he said and suddenly I felt myself being turned on
my stomach. I sensed what was coming and tried desperately to escape
but Jim had put his knee in the small part of my back and held me in
place. He raised the table tennis bat high above his head and let it
come down on my bottom with all the strength he had. I shrieked as a
terrible pain began to spread itself over my bottom. As if a million
hot needles stung me! "WHEEEEEEEEE!!!!" I squeaked. "MOM! DAD! I'M
BEING KILLED!" I was always good at giving my case a bit of weight.
Jim understood he'd better be gone, should mom or dad actually take
the trouble to come up and have a look at what their beloved children
were up to. He quickly gave me two more forceful slams and then he was
off. I heard him slamming my door and pounding off the stairs. WHAMM!
The front door was closed and he was gone.

I stopped crying and stood up. My ass felt as if it was in flames! I
went to the bathroom where I lowered my shorts and underpants and
tried to look over my shoulder to inspect my tortured bottom. My ass
cheeks had turned all red! I gritted my teeth as every movement I made
began to become very painful. I won't bother you with too much detail,
but for the rest of the day I was only able to lie on my bed, on my
stomach that is. Whenever I had to go to the bathroom or so, it was a
very painful operation! It was only at the end of the afternoon that
the pain began to subside and that I could move around again. I need
not tell you that most of the hours I had to spend lying on my bed
were filled with plotting of how to take revenge on my brother. They
added up in a way that makes the Count of Monte Christo a pathetic
beginner in that field!

Late in the afternoon I heard Jim returning. He had the nerve to
whistle a gleeful tune while passing my room! I raised myself with
some difficulty from the bed and went over to his room to tell him of
my agonies and to declare war on him. Because of my still sore butt I
could only move very calmly and slowly, so he didn't hear me coming. I
opened his door and wanted to begin scolding at him... but the words
stuck in my throat. Jim was leaning out of the window and spoke to
someone outside. Probably our neighbor's son Tom, who is a friend of
his. Our rooms are on the first floor so he was leaning with his waist
on the window sill, and, because the windows are positioned quite
high, his feet were dangling a few inches above the floor. He had put
on his sweatpants after training. I sneaked up to him and jammed the
window down on his back. I didn't do that with a particular plan at
the time. I just wanted to do something to take revenge. But it soon
turned out that Jim was trapped! He couldn't move the window back up
again. So my big brother was hanging helplessly over the sill, his
upper body hanging outside the window in the air, his lower parts
hanging inside, while his feet were moving desperately around to find
a fixed point.

I could hear him yelling but the sound was somewhat muffled because of
the window being more than three quarters down. I stepped next to him
and looked out of the window. The situation turned out to be even
better than I had thought! Down below in the neighbor's garden were
assembled some ten to twelve kids. Tom was among them, but I saw also
other kids from the neighborhood and Lisa was there! Lisa!!! The girl
Jim had a mighty crush on. How often he annoyed me by telling what he
had done to make contact with her (mostly in vain), and how she would
soon be his girl and what he would do to her.

(I found most of the things he told me very disgusting, by the way. I
could not imagine that someone out of free will would want to lick a
girl's cunt. The idea horrified me! That is the part where their pee
passes through, isn't it? Well, need I say more? And when Jim told me
he would have her taking his cock in her mouth I laughed out loud.
"Yeah, man! Keep on dreaming! No one would ever want to touch your
thing, let alone take it in their mouth. Yuck!" Jim only smiled and
told me that in a year or two I would think otherwise. I shook my head
in disbelief. Well, that particular conversation took place last year
and I must admit that recently the idea of seeing and touching a
girl's cunt had gained more appeal to me. But no way would I put my
mouth to it! And the thought of Lisa taking Jim's thing in her mouth
still made me laugh!)

Jim shouted at me to lift up the window from his back. "C'mon, you
dirty rat. You break my back. Lift it up." But of course I did no such
thing. I looked at the group of kids and saw how they looked up at the
upper half of Jim sticking out of the window, wondering what was going
on and to whom he was shouting. I waved at Tom. He saw me and I could
see at the expression on his face that he began to understand what was
happening. I saw him laugh and saying something to the other kids who
also start laughing and pointing towards the window. Jim's legs began
to move around even more frantically as he saw that the other kids
became aware of his humiliating situation. He shouted now at the top
of his lungs to me: "let me go! I get you for this! You're dead, do
you hear? DEAD!!"

I took a few steps back into the room again and began to think of what
to do next. I wanted to humiliate my brother some more before I would
release him. And I needed time to think of a safe way to do that,
because I understood very well that Jim would go after me like a
madman once he was set free again. And he would not be in a friendly
and forgiving mood, oh no! Not with the whole neighborhood being
witness of how his kid brother had played this trick on him! Well,
first of all I would pay him back for the treatment of my sore behind.
I stepped next to Jim, placed my hands at the waistband of his
sweatpants and in one swift motion had both sweatpants and underwear
bunched up at his calves. I looked amused at his wildly swaying legs,
which were hindered now in their movements by the bunch of cloths
gathered around his lower calves.

His white clenching bottom was most appealing to me. I looked around
and soon found his table tennis bat, thrown on his bed. I took and
then I said to him: "It's pay back time, brother. Remember this
morning? No? Well, maybe this will help!" SMACK!! I let the bat land
on his bottom with all the force I had. For a second Jim was
completely paralyzed, as if he couldn't believe this was happening to
him. Then a terrible loud noise escaped his mouth as if a cow was
giving birth. "Ooooooooooooooooo!" he screamed. I looked out of the
window and saw how the group of kids below was startled by this very
loud animal-like sound. I showed them the bat thru the glass and
smiled at them. Then Tom started to laugh and began to explain to the
others what was going on in Jim's room. I stepped back and
administered a second blow. SMACK!!

This time Jim began to scream and yell all sorts of names at me. He
moved his body frantically up and down, squirmed and tried with all
his power to get free. But luckily for me in vain. Although I knew
what these blows had done to me this morning (my behind was still
painful) I couldn't resist the temptation to let a third and a fourth
blow coming down on his already very red bottom. SMACK!! SMACK!! This
was too much for Jim. He burst out in tears and started really to cry.
What a humiliation this must be for him. That his little
twelve-year-old brother had made him cry! And that in front of all the
kids in the neighborhood too! So I decided he had enough.

Now I had to think how I would be able to escape his revenge. While
Jim was sobbing away, my brain worked on high speed. I could make a
photograph of his humiliating situation, which I could threaten to
make public if he would harm me. The idea in itself was good, but
since a lot of kids already had witnessed his helpless situation, I
was afraid this alone would be not strong enough to restrain him. It
had to be more forceful than that.

Suddenly I had an idea. I remembered once having read a story in one
of Jim's Penthouses (of which he always kept a stack that he thought
put safely away) that some guy was being blackmailed by a man who had
ejaculated on him. The blackmailer had captured this guy and then
spurted his semen on his buttocks. Then he had taken pictures of his
victim with the clear traces of semen on his behind. Well, I could do
the same, couldn't I? Jim certainly wouldn't want to have pictures of
him going round with male semen on his behind. "Say goodbye to Lisa,"
I hummed to myself. But would I be able to cum on my brother's behind?
I was not gay in any way. So I walked towards Jim's bed and pushed my
hand between the mattress and the bed itself. He always had at least
one Penthouse tucked away there. It appeared to be a Playboy this
time. Made no difference to me.

I pulled down my shorts and underpants and stepped out of them. Then I
positioned myself right behind my brother's ass, between his legs. In
my left hand I held the Playboy, opened at an appropriate page, and
with my right hand I pumped away at my erected dick.  Jim had been
lying motionless on the window sill for the last few minutes. Now he
seemed to realize that something was going on behind him. So he tried
to look backwards but he couldn't see much because of the reflection
of the window glass. Vaguely he could discern me however, standing
right behind him, making strange movements. That didn't set him at
ease. And he felt me bumping up against his ass from time to time!
That didn't set him at ease at all! So he started yelling again at me
to let him go.

"Just a second, brother," I grunted between my teeth. I gazed at the
picture of a luscious blonde that held her trimmed snatch wide open
for me with her fingers and I imagined how my immature cock would
glide in and out of that hot, slippery hole and how that would feel. I
raced towards an orgasm. I threw away the magazine and looked thru my
half-closed eyelids to the pale buttocks of my brother. The fact that
he was completely at my mercy seemed to add to my feelings of lust.
Seeing the helpless boy squirming before me send me right over the
edge! "Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!" I screamed and three.. four rays of hot sperm
spurted out of my dick. I had to aim well, because Jim wasn't exactly
laying still. But I managed to land the most of my cum on his naked
buttocks.

Of course Jim felt the lukewarm stuff dropping on his behind and
although he might at first not believe what was happening, after a
while he perfectly understood what was going on behind his back. His
little brother had just sprayed his ass with his sperm! That made him
yell and shout even louder. Then all seemed quiet again. Jim wanted to
see what was going on now and turned around. Just as he was looking
backwards, a flashlight hit him in the eye! His brother was making
pictures of the situation! Jim roared and bucked and squirmed, but all
in vain. And then suddenly, the window was pulled up, away from his
back. He jumped up and... Ouch!! That hurt! His bottom felt as if set
on fire! He realized he could move only very slowly. He let himself
glide ever so slow from the sill unto the floor. Ouch! It still hurt
very much. He slowly bent over and pulled up his pants. Then he saw
his little brother standing at the other side of the room, waving at
him with a photograph. Jim's anger did him forget his painful
condition and he set out to run towards his tormentor but.. Ouch!! His
sore buttocks put him to a standstill.

"Just stay there, brother!" I cried out and held the photo up to him.
On it the humiliating position in which Jim just had been was clearly
to be seen. Also very visible were the stains of male semen on his
bare buttocks. It looked as if a male lover, who had at the last
moment removed his dick to spray his load on his behind, had just
taken him in the ass. The fact that Jim's expression on the picture
was one of pain which however could easily be mistaken for a smile,
made it look all the more conspicuous.

"Give me that!" Jim yelled, "Give me that photo." I threw the photo in
his direction and saw how Jim slowly and painfully bend down, picked
up the picture and tore it up in a dozen small pieces. When he was
finished I reached in my pocket and held up a copy of the picture.
"You want this one too, Jim? You can have it, because I have more of
them and I can make as many copies as I want." I had used the Polaroid
camera of my father to make the pictures and when putting the camera
away had at the same time made a few copies on his copy-machine. Then
I had carefully tucked away the originals. This hadn't cost me more
than a few minutes, so now I was able to tease Jim with it.

He groaned. "Wait till.." he uttered an unfinished threat. 

"Wait till never," I said. "We are even now. And you never lay hands
on me again or spit in my desert or you'll know what will follow." I
waved the picture in my hand at him. Jim groaned, this time probably
more from pain than something else.

"Go away, leave me alone," he grunted and slowly walked towards his
bed.

I turned around and left the room. I grinned at myself when for a
moment I leaned back against Jim's door. "'Even', I just said? I don't
think so, brother of mine. I think I can have a lot more fun out of
this picture." I mused. And smiling I walked back towards my room.
Slowly of course, because my bottom still felt a bit sore.



The End
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