Author: The Naughty Gaffer  brndtag at mcn.net
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Title: Tiffany And Brian - Insomniac Sister 
Kewords: mf, spank, petting, inc, nosex
Summary: Celebrating Tiffany’s birthday with spankings.
This story is one of several about my sister Tiffany and me. We are technically step-kids since our parents married when we were both very small. I remember a time before Tiffany and that she came to be my sister as a toddler. Tiffany thinks of me as her big brother because I am part of her earliest memories. The sequence of stories means little except that the first one helps to understand our hobby? Our game? Our perversion?
My sister Tiffany likes to be spanked and she likes other kinds of attention as well. We have never engaged in sex but we have engaged in some sex play. We have spanked each other and watched each other play to orgasm. Up to the event in this story, we had never really touched each other’s genitals. I had lain across Tiffany’s lap so that my bare penis was against her bare leg and she had lain across my bare thighs as well, but I had never actually handled her vagina and she had only slightly touched my cock.
Tiff had awakened me in the middle of the night during Christmas break of the year she was in seventh grade. She had wanted a spanking because she was too horny to sleep. Playing with herself had left her frustrated rather than satisfied. I had been concerned that giving in during the night would set a precedent I might regret.
Tiffany seemed to understand that midnight events were a special privilege. At any rate, it was several months before she awakened me at night again. It was early in the morning on her fourteenth birthday. It happened to be a Friday night or Saturday morning, depending on how you felt like seeing it.
At least this time I realized immediately that it was Tiffany and Mom who awakened me. “Hey, Brian, it’s my birthday,” she said.
“Your birthday is in the morning,” I mumbled.
“It is morning,” Tiff said eagerly. I looked at my clock; technically, she was right by about two hours.
“Okay, it’s your birthday,” I said more clearly. I was obviously going to have to either chase her away or give in. You know that a doting brother would give in. I sat up. “I’m guessing that you’re horny and you want a birthday spanking.”
“You’re pretty smart at two in the morning,” Tiff giggled. She was wearing a flannel nightgown and I felt her up to find she was wearing panties. Of course she was; the spanking ritual requires panties. I loved pulling her panties down then as much as I like pulling my sweetheart’s panties down now. I had several spanking relationships before my marriage; all the girls seemed to like it when I pulled their panties down while they lay over my lap.
I did the obvious thing and pulled my darling sister over my thighs. Since I sleep in gym shorts or naked, she was lying across my bare thighs. “A birthday spanking?” I asked.
“Three birthday spankings,” said Tiff. “One on my nightie, one on my panties, one on my bare butt. Please, pretty please.” I liked that plan.
“Here we go,” I said. I gave her a soft spank on one side. 
“I’m naughty,” Tiff said. I gave her three harder spanks in answer to that cue, which meant to spank harder. I continued to spank her to fourteen. 
“And one to grow on,” I added, and gave her one really hard swat. 
She giggled and said, “That was nice. Now panties.” I raised her nightie well up her back. Tiff was wearing little white bikini panties with tiny hearts on them. Her bubble bottom was smooth and round under her panties. I spent a few moments rubbing her bottom because we both liked that.
“Count them off,” I said. “Have you been naughty or nice?”
“I’ve been pretty good,” Tiff answered, which meant to keep swats soft.
I did so, giving her a loud love pat. “One,” she said. “Two” – smack – “Three” – smack – “Four” – smack – “Five!” Tiff put her hands up over her bottom at this point and I moved them out of the way. “Six! Ouch!” – smack - “Seven” – smack - “Eight! Ouch!” – smack – “Nine” – smack – “Ten” – smack – “Eleven” – smack. I decided to give her a little more tingle. “Twelve! Oo!” – smack – “Thirteen” – smack – “Fourteen!”
“One to grow on again,” I said.
“And I’ve been so bad, too,” Tiff giggled. I pulled well back and gave her one with real sting. “Ow! Fifteen!” she said.
I rubbed her bottom on her panties for a minute or so. Soon Tiff was purring like a kitten with a tummy full of milk and a warm lap. Well, she did have the warm lap.
When I paused rubbing her little bottom, Tiffany said, “Bare bottom now? Please?” So I slowly pulled her little heart panties down from her bottom. I’ve read stories about yanking panties down to the ankles or knees. Personally, I like a girl’s panties just off of her bottom. Maybe it’s because a few of the first porn pictures I saw had panties that way. Anyway, that’s what I like and that’s how I parked Tiffany’s little panties.
It’s been years since I’ve seen Tiffany’s bare bottom. We stopped our games when I became engaged, by which time Tiffany had had a couple of boyfriends who spanked her in ways she liked. Much as I loved Tiffany and wanted her to be happy, we had always known that we would really fall in love with other people. But across the years, my mental image of her bottom remains crystal clear. I remember some events, some views of her lovely naked bottom, more than others. This occasion, her birthday, is high on my list. 
She lay there, pretending to be submissive, big eyes and smile. Her back was smooth and pale down to her little bottom. Her bottom itself was kind of heart-shaped, round and small and firm. She was a cheerleader and she sure had the cheerleader’s ass. Her skin was so soft and smooth there. Her bottom divided into two beautiful half-moon shapes with the tiniest hint of tan lines left from summer and her swimsuit.
I mentioned her silky-smooth, soft bottom skin. I caressed this lovely skin now. I cupped each side and caressed it, then the other side, several times. Finally, I raised my hand and I watched in delight as her bottom bounced under my soft spanks.
I spanked her slowly and gently so it would last as long as possible. Tiffany squirmed on my lap, pressing her vulva against my bare thigh through her panties. I gave her a last love pat, to grow on, and I rubbed her for a minute before I pulled her panties up and put her nightie in place.
She was relaxed and content across my lap. I expected her to leave in a few minutes, but first she squirmed against my hard-on. “Oh, my, Brian,” she giggled. “I got you all going on, did I?”
“You always do,” I said.
Tiffany hopped off my lap and stood in front of me, her arms around my neck. She kissed my forehead as I put my arms around her waist and felt her little bottom again. “You did a nice spanking for me,” she said. “But there’s something else I want. Would you come to my room in just a minute? Let me get there first. And bring the baby powder, please, please, pretty please.”
Well. Tiffany knew that she could get me to do almost anything if she used that tone. I wouldn’t have bought her drugs or liquor or anything dangerous, but I’d do almost anything else. I waited a minute while she scooted back to her room. I could hear her moving around and the sound of her mattress as she got onto her bed, so I thought she would probably like a baby powder rub. I scooped up the can as I came through the bathroom and saw my stepsister lying on her bed.
She was face down. She was also naked, her quilt pushed to the side of her bed so I could see and reach all of her delightful young body. Or at least the back. I had seen Tiffany naked sometimes when she was feeling frisky and wanted to show off, as she had seen me naked. I can at least say that she had always invited me to look. I had been surprised to learn, when I first spanked Tiffany, that she had been peeking at me for several months.
Here was my stepsister on her bed, lying on her tummy, naked and eager for my touch. I sprinkled a little powder on her back as the obvious starting place and gently rubbed it into her silkiness. I sprinkled a little more on her bare and sweet bottom and I spent a long time rubbing that in. Finally I worked down her legs to her feet, powdering and caressing as she wiggled a little and sighed her delight in my gentle touch.
When I finished Tiffany’s feet, I was about to stand up. She put her hand on my arm a moment to keep me kneeling beside her and she turned over. This was a little different; I had not seen her naked quite this way before. “Please,” she whispered.
First I enjoyed the view. Tiffany’s breasts were are small even now and of course they were smaller that night, a fourteen-year-old virgin in a soft light. Her nipples were very tight and pink. I glanced down a moment and I could see her bare vagina, smooth because her pubic hair would appear a year or so down the road. But my eyes quickly came back to her breasts, so smooth and perky and looking delicious.
I was about to sprinkle a little powder on her tummy when she put one hand on mine to stop me. With her other hand, Tiffany gently pulled my face down to her bare breasts. “They’ll taste better if you kiss them now and sprinkle them when you’re done,” she said softly. “I read a story where a girl had a boy kissing her breasts and it sounded really good.”
This was my first occasion to touch a girl’s bare breast, although I had been to second base before. I set the can of powder down and gently stroked Tiffany’s left breast as I put my lips to her right nipple. Her nipple had seemed perky and tight before but it seemed much tighter when my lips touched it. Naturally my tongue followed, hesitantly but with great pleasure. After a few moments, I put my mouth on Tiff’s left breast and I played with her right breast and nipple with my hand. I could only see a small part of her lovely bare chest but I could hear her feet moving up and down on her sheet. Obviously I was doing something right.
“Okay,” Tiff said after a few minutes. I sprinkled her chest with baby powder and rubbed it gently in. Her breasts got a little sticky where I had licked them and she loved all of it. I continued down her tummy and onto both legs. I greatly enjoyed powdering and caressing her beautiful body and silky skin.
I had rather rushed past Tiffany’s vagina. I could see a fold and slit of flesh between her legs as I moved along her tummy and then her thighs but that was all. I thought I was done when I rubbed Tiffany’s feet but I decided to come back up her legs on the inside.
Tiffany opened her legs just a little at first. Really, she just turned her feet out a little so I could reach the softness on the insides of her calves and her thighs. But as I wrapped both hands around each of her thighs in turn, she separated her legs more so that her actual vagina was easy to see in the soft light. I had seen pictures of girls’ vaginas but this was my first really good look even at Tiffany’s. I had had only glimpses before.
I gently brushed my fingers across her mons, above that endearing fold of softness. I was going to settle for that, but Tiff put her hand on mine and guided my fingers to her vaginal lips. She had opened her legs a little wider. “Someone’s going to get me off,” she said. “I hope it will be you.”
How could I turn that down? I looked at her eyes, big and delighted and soft, and I gently began caressing her pussy lips. They soon became wet and I could smell her body arousal. I had smelled it a little before when Tiffany had played with herself in front of me. It was much stronger now. I slipped my finger just under Tiff’s fold and found a spot she seemed to like. I know now that it was her clitoris but I didn’t know it at the time. I just knew that it made Tiff squeal softly and wiggle a lot.
Then I slipped another finger right inside Tiff. I was surprised when it slipped in, suddenly, although of course I knew in theory that there was an opening there. At first everything I felt was wet and soft. After a moment, one area became kind of firm. Since Tiff moaned when I touched the firm area, I figured out that it must also be a good spot. After a short time, Tiff became quite stiff for a moment and then seemed almost to deflate like a balloon. But it wasn’t deflation; it was a massive relaxation and satiation.
What Tiff actually said was, “Geez, Brian, that was great.”
She was obviously satisfied and getting sleepy. “Show me yours,” she said. I put down some tissues and I played with my cock. I was very close to an orgasm before I even took my shorts off and knelt naked beside Tiff’s bed. Tiff turned on her tummy again, showing me the wonderful sight of her little bottom, and she touched my penis hesitantly. She handled it softly for a few moments and then I gently guided it away from her. A few more jerks and I was spewing semen onto the tissues. Tiff giggled. “I like to watch that,” she said. 
I’m sure she watches her sweetheart now; I know mine likes to watch me. I tidied up after myself and by then Tiff’s eyes were closed. Gently I covered her with her quilt and slipped back to my room.