Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
Title: Tiffany: Bomb Squad
Keywords: mf, spank, inc, no sex
Summary: Tiffany develops a new game.
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I was home for the summer and working in a warehouse to earn money for the next term. Tiffany had her first job that summer, counter crew at McDonald’s, and we were both pretty busy. Our schedules included weekends and our days off rarely coincided, but we did finally get a night off with the next day off too.
With our schedules out of synch, we had not had a good opportunity to play spanking games. It had been all we could manage to peek at each other when we were showering. But after we spent the evening with our parents and they had retired to their bedroom, Tiffany peeked at me during my shower and I peeked during hers. I usually showered first because Tiffany was infamous for using all the hot water.
After Tiffany showered, she dressed in a short nightie and a pair of matched panties, pink gingham muslin. I was sitting on my bed by then, reading a book, and she came and sat on my bed.
“Howdy, big brother. Do you realize it’s been six weeks since you came home and we haven’t done a spanking?”
I laughed. “I knew I had been missing your bottom but I hadn’t actually counted the days.”
“Six weeks and two days, to be precise. But Mom and Dad are in their little cave and we have a wonderful opportunity.” My stepsister pulled my sheet down to see that I was wearing athletic shorts for pajamas, as I usually do. She swung my feet over the side as I sat up on the bed and she flung herself over my lap. “Be sure to spank me properly because I have a new game to play when we’re done,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me.
“What have you done that deserves a spanking?” I asked.
“I’ve been a good girl all summer and all school year and I deserve a spanking because I want one,” she answered. “But I have something naughty planned. So you need to give me some hard spanks too.”
I began by rubbing Tiffany’s darling little bottom over her panties. She had grown some since I had seen her in this nightie and it was too short to cover her panties. I rubbed for a minute or so and then I began to spank slowly on Tiffany’s panties.
Since this was a reward spanking and not a pretend-discipline spanking, I made my spanks firm to warm her bottom but that was all. I spanked Tiffany’s round little bottom in her panties for five minutes or more by the clock. That may sound short but it’s actually quite a while.
“Now will you pull my panties down and spank me on my bare bottom?” Tiffany asked. I was very pleased to do so. I lowered the pink gingham muslin panties to just below Tiffany’s cute bottom. Smooth, pale against her darker skin because she had gotten some tanning, small and firm and lovely. What can I say about one of Nature’s perfect creations? Her bottom was nice under panties and nicer yet when bare.
I spanked Tiffany on her bare skin for three or four minutes, many firm spanks but no hard ones. Then Tiffany looked over her shoulder at me and said, “Okay, now give me ten hard spanks, please. Then I can tell you about my game. I have to get hard spanks because the game will be naughty.”
Slowly I gave Tiffany her ten hard spanks. Her skin was just a little pink when I was done and she wiggled and yelped once. I pulled Tiffany’s panties back up and I helped her squirm around in my lap so she was sitting and facing me. Her arms went around my neck.
“Okay, my new game is called Bomb Squad.”
“And would you like to explain that?” I asked.
Tiffany giggled. “Yes, I would. Your cock and my vagina are the bombs. The idea is that you fiddle with your partner’s bomb until it goes off.” I was intrigued. I had played with Tiffany’s vagina a bit but I had never played with her to the point of orgasm. Tiffany had never done more than stroke my penis a few times. I had seen her play with herself to orgasm several times and Tiffany was an inveterate peeker when I played with myself. But this was another idea.
Tiffany was pulling her nightie over her head. She offered me her bare breasts, saying, “You need to arm the bomb.” I kissed her bare breasts and played with her nipples for a minute or so. She jumped off my lap and said, “Now open the bomb’s wrapper.” I pulled Tiffany’s panties down and she stepped out of them. She stood naked and darling in front of me, cute and sexy. Her pubic area had just a tiny fringe of red, soft hair now. I stroked her on her pubic mound for a moment and she pulled me off the bed.
“Now it’s time for you to check the bomb,” Tiffany said as she lay on my bed. I knelt beside the bed and I used my left hand to stroke down her chest and her tummy to her mound. My right hand caressed her breasts. “Okay, now what do I do?” I asked.
“You should see if the bomb is close to going off,” Tiffany answered. “If you keep playing with the dials – “ she moved my hand on her breasts – “the bomb will be more likely to go off.” I continued to play with Tiff’s stiff, sensitive nipples and to stroke the undersides of her breasts as I caressed her mound with my left hand and gently opened the fold just between her legs.
“I think the bomb is armed, all right, but I don’t know if it’s close to going off,” I said.
“You’d better check it more closely,” Tiff gasped. I did, easing my index finger between her lips and placing my thumb just in the fold of her pubic mound. The skin there was so tender and soft. I could feel something firm – Tiff’s clitoris, of course – between my thumb and my forefinger.
“The bomb seems to be leaking something,” I said as I rubbed her clit between finger and thumb.
“Yes,” she managed to say, “the bomb leaks happy juice as it gets ready to blow. But it can take a little while before it actually goes off. It’s always a surprise when it does!” If I tried to convey how her voice sounded with words, I would fail badly, but imagine something between ecstasy and an asthma attack and you’ll have the idea.
My own “bomb” was in pretty delicate condition by now. I was wearing athletic shorts and pair of briefs for pajamas, as I always did. I continued to caress my stepsister’s breasts and to stroke her clit. I also found a nubby area inside Tiff’s vagina that seemed to push the bomb along. At least that’s what I assumed from her squealing.
Tiffany put her hands on top of mine at her vagina and pushed my fingers in deeper. Her whole body became very tense and then suddenly she giggled and squealed at the same time. Her face was pulled together in concentration as her orgasm swept her along for thirty or forty seconds. At the end, she relaxed her grip on my hand while keeping it on her mound and said, “Yes, that bomb went off.”
I stroked her tummy with my now-freed left hand and I stroked her hair and her face with my right. She had a dreamy look for several minutes and a well-satisfied smile. Then she sat up quickly and put her feet over the bed.
“How about your bomb?” she asked. “I don’t really know how to fiddle with it.”
I caressed Tiffany’s legs, kneeling between them with her arms around my neck again. She pulled my face to her breasts and I nuzzled while I tried to think. Then I got an idea that, it turned out, worked quite well.
“Join me on the floor,” I said. “You can see that the bomb is already armed.”
Tiffany giggled. “Yes, it sure is,” she said as she played with my shorts and the obvious form of my penis.
“Now you need to unwrap the bomb,” I said. Tiffany complied at once, pulling my shorts down when I stood up and then pulling my underpants down. I got my feet out of them as Tiffany was gingerly touching my erection.
We were both proudly and happily naked now. In any other relationship, I’d have proceeded to intercourse, but Tiffany and I never did have sex. Tiffany did touch her lips to the tip of my penis on this occasion, something she would do whenever we played “Bomb Squad” on other nights, but she didn’t really suck me. I would kiss her mound softly on a few occasions too but we never felt that we had done oral sex either.
After I had my shorts off and Tiffany had gotten used to touching my cock, I told her, “I’m going to kneel in front of you. After I’m in place, I want you to lean against my back, reach around me, and play with my cock the way you’ve seen me do.”
“Oh, I like that idea,” said Tiffany. I put a towel on the floor and Tiffany wrapped her arms around me, pressing her whole delightful naked body against my back and putting her bare thighs against mine. She put her arms under mine and I managed to pat her bare bottom as she got a grip on my penis.
Tiffany rolled my penis between her hands as she had seen me do many times. She varied her technique by working her hands back and forth, then she would return to the rolling motion. She used my entire cock but she focused on the glans and the ridge behind it. Her position was kind of awkward because she was also trying to get her head around my side where she could see.
“How close is the bomb to going off?” she asked after a few moments.
I didn’t get to answer because my orgasm came just about as she asked. I shuddered with the pleasure and the powerful sense of release. Tiffany worked my penis a few more times, remembering what she had seen me do, and then I wiped myself and put the towel in my laundry.
Tiffany insisted on helping me back into my briefs and shorts and I had the privilege of dressing her as well. She slipped back to her room through our bathroom and I sank back onto my bed. I slept very, very well. I understand Tiffany did too.