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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Big Sister Gets Hers (Part 3) (D/s, m/F, humil, spnkng) (3/5)
Date: Sat,  7 Jul 2001 19:10:03 -0400
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Big Sister Gets Hers (D/s m/F humil  spnkng)
by Don Winslow


Part 3

For an eternity, Ronny just stood there, stunned, staring incredulously 
at his older sister, who had magically appeared in the 
doorway...catching him jacking off !  His hand jerked away as if it had 
been burned, dropping the bunched underpants to the floor.  For a 
moment, he stood paralyzed, his slowly expiring hardon sticking out, 
subjected to his sister's sneering, superior grin.  With a wave of deep 
embarrassment, he reached down to tuck himself in.


"No.  Leave it alone," his sister warned him, her eyes on the semi-hard 
penis, sticking out obscenely and now pointed directly at her.


"Just leave it."  


He looked at her doubtfully.


"You better do what I say, snot, unless you want them to know what you 
were doing in my bedroom with my underwear, you dirty little sneak."


Ronny felt horrible, totally humiliated.  He just wanted to die!  Shelly 
had him right where she wanted him, and he knew it.   He stood by 
helplessly, with his cock hanging out.  Mortified, he felt the heat rush 
to his cheeks, trying to think of something to say.


"Er., look, Shell, I'm sorry...,"  he stammered.


But she just smirked.  The bitch!  He hated that superior grin of hers!  
She knew it infuriated him.


"Just shut up, snot.  I'll tell.  You know I'll tell.   And  Dad'll go 
ballistic.  You won't be sitting down for a week after he gets done with 
you.  And then I'll make sure this dirty little secret of yours gets 
back to old Clinton High..."

 
He shuddered. The bitch was relishing every minute of this.  And the 
worst thing was that he knew she'd do it.


"Ah, c'mon, Shell, I'm sorry." he whined.  "I won't do it again, I 
promise."


The tall blond girl stood with hands on her hips, studying her brother's 
shrinking cock, that now hung drooping before him.


"You know what, snot?  Maybe I won't tell.  Maybe this might just be our 
little secret."


Ronny's hope's roller-coastered, soaring up and plunging down at her 
next words.


"That is,  if  you do what I say, exactly what I say."	


Ronny watched her turn and go back to carefully close, and then lock, 
the bedroom door.  Then she brought a small chair over, so she could sit 
down directly in front of him.  


"Now we might just make a deal, snot.   Here's how it's gonna work.  You 
get to go ahead and finish what you were doing when I came in.  And I 
get to sit here and watch you doing it."


It took a while for the words to sink in.  Ronny didn't move.


"I want to see you jack off, stupid," she hissed in impatience, "and you 
better do it, you dirty sneak, or you know what'll happen!"


The warning was clear enough to the anxious teenager, but he still 
couldn't get himself to move.


"Come on, Shell, you can't make me.."


Shelly interrupted him with that familiar tone of voice she so often 
used with him --  as though she were an exasperated adult patiently 
explaining things to a hopeless child..


"I can make you do any thing I want, Little Brother.   And what I want 
now is to see you do it.  Go on.  You can use my panties if you want.  
Go on now, pick 'em up!"


Ronny avoided looking at her.  His head hung low, and he kept his eyes 
on the floor, but he did as he was told, retrieving the fallen panties 
and bringing them up to his crotch.  By now his hardon had expired, but 
the touch of the silky wad to his shrunken cock sent an instant flash of 
excitement thorough him.  For a moment he held himself using the bunched 
panties to sandwich his cock.


"Do it, Ronny.  Show me how a guy whacks off," she urged in an excited 
whisper.


Slowly, he began to finger his cock through the thin, slippery silk.  It 
didn't take long till it began to expand and thicken with the first 
surge of lusty male power.  Ronny closed his eyes and gripped himself 
harder, curling his fingers around the swelling shaft, squeezing, 
rubbing the cool, silky smooth panties up and down in  slow prelude to 
masturbation.


The sensations were indescribably delicious: the exciting tickle of the 
rubbing fabric merging with the throbbing upsurge of deep-seated 
pleasure. He groaned.  And through half-opened eyes, he saw his sister 
sitting on the edge of her chair, staring at his cock, captivated by 
what she saw.   Her female fascination fired something deep inside him, 
and he instantly stiffened into a rock-hard erection.  The pleasuring 
hand moved more confidently now; firmer, harder, faster, stroking up and 
down in an easy rhythm.  Ronny felt his knees weaken, and he swayed as 
his eyes closed once more to savor the thrill. 


 Shelly saw his eyes tighten down into slits, and his jaws clench 
against the excruciating pleasure.   The hand that gripped his cock was 
pumping up and down faster and faster till it merged into a furious 
blur, and the boy arched backwards.


He let out a tight-lipped grunt, and then exploded in a burst of semen 
that rocked him back on his heels, as it shot up into the air and arched 
down to splatter on the rug, just missing her foot.  She stared, 
fascinated to see the erupting cock, the shower of gobs of sperm, that 
diminished to a surging dribble, throbbing out, more weakly now, 
trickling down over his hand and her closely-held panties


Ronny was breathing heavily now.  He staggered back to sit on the bed, 
his shoulders heaving.  Absently, he dabbed at his oozing cock with the 
wadded panties.  Shelly watched him closely, waiting till she judged he 
had come back down to earth.

  
"You did good, Little Brother, coming just for me, like that.  Maybe I 
won't tell after all.  Maybe this'll be our little secret?  You can put 
that away now," she said eyeing his depleted cock. 


 Relieved, Ronny tucked in his still pulsating penis, and quickly zipped 
up his jeans.  He stood up to leave.


"Wait a minute. You're not just going to leave those there like are 
you",  she stopped him pointing to where the splattered panties lay next 
to the bed.  


He looked at her, confused.


"Pick them up, stupid, and then go and wash them out.  I don't want your 
cum all over my panties,  What would Mom think, when she did the wash?


She made him make a quick trip to the bathroom to wash out her 
underwear, and when he returned and she inspected the job, she showed 
him how to drape them over the radiator so they might dry out.  Only 
then was he allowed to go.


End of Part 3
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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