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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Big Sister Gets Hers, Part 1
Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 20:10:03 -0400
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From: "Don Winslow" dwin2001@Yahoo.com
Subject {Winslow}  "Big Sister Gets Hers," (Part 1) (D/s m/F humil, 
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Big Sister Gets Hers
Part 1


Ronny flopped on the couch.  He was bored.  He turned on the TV, surfed 
rapid-fire through all 53 channels, and immediately snapped it off.  He 
got up to roam around the quiet house, just going from room to room, 
aimlessly, feeling tingly and kind of restless.  It came to him:  he was 
free in the big house; the place was all his!  For the entire day, he 
could do anything that he wanted!  His parents, off to see Uncle Vinnie 
and Aunt Grace, wouldn't be back till late.  And "the bitch", as he 
always referred (in private) to his snooty sister, Shelly, was with her 
stuck-up girlfriends, probably hanging out at that stupid mall.

 
Thoughts of his big sister brought a funny feeling over the gangly 
teenager.  Shelly really was a pain-in-the-ass.  The way she'd toss her 
ponytail and stick her nose up in the air when she turned away to 
pointedly ignore him, as if he were beneath her...it just burned him up.  
She was sooo smart; and now that she was a big deal, being a college 
girl and all -- she was too much!  To hear his mother tell it, nothing 
her pretty little princess  could do was wrong, while he was the one who 
was always in trouble for something.  His parents picked on him for 
everything, while precious Shelly could get away with murder.


Usually she could, anyway.  But every once in a while, when his Dad 
decided the kids were getting out of hand, his Dad would get mad.  Then 
look out!   When Dad got in one of those moods, someone was going to get 
a whipping.and even the bitch might get it.

 
Dad would take off his belt, and you knew right away.  He didn't have to 
say anything.  You'd have to follow him to the bedroom, and there he'd 
make you drop your pants and lay over the back of a big heavy chair, 
while he gave you a good lickin'.  Ronny was usually the one on the 
receiving end, but every once in a while it was his sister who had to 
make the dreaded trip to the bedroom; he just loved to listen to the 
sounds coming from upstairs; her squealing and yelping each time the ol' 
belt whomped her precious ass.   It was music to his ears!  Then, 
afterwards, to see her come down the stairs, forced to rejoin the 
family, still sniffling back the tears, and rubbing her hurting butt, 
her eyes on the floor so she wouldn't have to see her little brother's 
big grin.   It almost made up for all the times he was the one to have 
to make the trip upstairs.  Almost, but not quite.

  
Of course, since she became a big deal college girl and all, she figured 
she was too old to get a whippin'.  But Dad had threatened her more than 
once, while Ronny sat quietly at the supper table, hoping, desperately 
hoping, only to be disappointed at the last minute.  Still, Dad did 
remind her that, in his opinion, she wasn't too big to spank, and that 
as long as she lived under their roof she'd obey their rules, or else.  
Ronny believed him, and so did Shelly.


But she was sneaky, and she could still get away with lots of stuff.  He 
knew she was a sneak; and to him, she was hopelessly stuck up -- "the 
bitch".  Always ready to boss him around, telling her "little brother"  
to do this or do that.  So, since he thoroughly detested his overbearing 
sister, it came as surprise to him when he found out the other guys 
thought she was one hot chick.  In fact, they had agreed, of all their 
sisters, the stuck-up blonde with the long legs was the one they'd most 
like to fuck.

 
Their words got him thinking about Shelly.  Of course he'd never 
consider fucking his sister; still, he had to admit, she did have nice 
legs, long and smooth, so that he wanted to touch them.  And she had a 
neat set of small, hard tits, he recalled with a smile.  Brian had 
called them "a pair of  doorknobs".   He remembered the time they had 
practically bumped into each other when she came out of the bathroom, 
still damp from her shower, and wearing nothing but that thin, peach-
colored robe of hers.  He practically ran into those firm boobs of her, 
sticking out, right up front.  You could even make out the girl's 
nipples, right through the thin, slightly damp, and tightly stretched 
silk robe.  Ronny went to bed early that night, sporting an enormous 
hardon.  He simply had to jack off.  It took only a few seconds of 
rubbing his aching prick up and down on the sheet and thinking of those 
jiggling tits and those big, jutting nipples, till he came with a 
shuddering explosion.


Ronny loved to spy on his older sister, something he did whenever he got 
a chance.  But after the eyeful he got outside of the bathroom that 
night, he thought of her a lot, and he plotted his moves more much 
deliberately.  He waited for the chance for her to forget to close her 
door to her bedroom, hoping he might be lucky enough to catch her 
undressing someday.  Shelly wasn't very careful, and if she was in a 
hurry, which she often was, she might easily leave the door ajar.  Just 
once was his patience rewarded, when she raced into the house, still 
wearing her waitressing uniform, and flew up the steps to hurriedly 
change.  Peeking out from his own bedroom across the hall, he saw his 
chance.  She left the door open just a crack!  Stealthily, he crept out 
into the hall and edged closer.  As he eased up to the open door, 
scarcely daring to breathe, he saw her! 


She had, by now, stripped down to bra and panties.  The discarded 
uniform, along with a pair of pantyhose, had been flung carelessly on 
the bed.  The slender, blond-haired girl was standing with her back to 
the door, giving him a view of that tall, leggy body, banded by the bra 
straps and a pair of violet panties that rode low on her hips.  
Barefoot, she was stepping into a pair of jeans.  As he watched, she 
bent over, struggling to pull up the tight-fitting jeans.  Though Ronny 
sometimes was lucky enough to see his sister's bare legs in shorts, or 
even better when she wore those short nightie pajamas of hers, and once 
or twice, he had seen her running around in a slip, he had never seen 
her in her underwear before.  He stood mesmerized by the sight of that 
panty-clad bottom jutting back at him -- pale, violet colored panties, 
edged in lace, the shiny fabric drawn smooth and tight over the twin 
curves of Shelly's plump little behind.  His prick surged in his pants, 
and he reached down to touch himself.

  
Suddenly, the girl straightened to zipper up her snug jeans, sending her 
watcher back behind the door jamb. But immediately he peered cautiously 
around again, just in time to see Shelly, now in blue jeans and bra, pad 
over to the chest of drawers.  


He studied the flimsy brassiere, thin violet ribbons looping her slim 
shoulders, a narrow band of lacy elastic stretching across her smooth 
back, widening under the arms to form soft, silky half-cups that cradled 
those small tits of hers.  And he could just see the tops of those high-
set breasts, bulging slightly, as they were pressed into the uplifting 
cups.  He watched her root through a jumble of T-shirts, selecting one 
that would do.  Quickly, he ducked back, as she turned around, pulling 
the T-shirt down over her head even as she headed towards the door, 
stepping into her sandals on the way.  On tiptoes, he scurried back to 
the safety of his room, and very cautiously closed the door behind him 
with a quiet click, just as he heard Shelly's door slam shut as she 
started down the hall. 


 He had been very nearly caught, but...he had seen his sister in her 
panties!  The sight inspired him, leaving him excited, with a burning 
curiosity, an impossibly stiff hardon, and a surprising surge of renewed 
interest in his pretty blond sister.  Shelly prancing around in panties 
and bra was a sight he would never forget!  It stayed with him, to 
interrupt his thoughts when he least expected it.  He took it to bed 
with him that night, and for many nights thereafter.  And it was a sight 
that drove the randy teenager wild.  He had to see more!  He kept taking 
chances, daring to get a glimpse of her.  He knew he was pushing his 
luck, but the danger made it even more exciting.  And he couldn't stop 
himself. 

End of Part 1
Copyright 2001, Don Winslow
More of Don Winslow's stories may be found at: 
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www

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