Punishing My Cousin
By gabizera07
Chapter 1: The Reunion
Today is a special day for me. It’s my eighteenth birthday.
To celebrate, I planned a big party right here at home. Turning eighteen is a huge deal for any girl.
And out of the dozens of people I invited, there’s one in particular I’m especially excited to see again: my cousin Josh.
Josh, my sister Dixie, and I grew up together. But when I was 14, he moved to another city and we never saw each other again.
What I miss most about those days is how my cousin would do absolutely anything Dixie and I asked. I felt like the queen of the universe around him.
And he loved being bossed around—he always did. Especially when the orders came from two pretty girls like me and my sister.
But I think he was only such an obedient cousin because he was genuinely scared of disobeying us.
And honestly, that fear was justified. We had this habit of kneeing or squeezing his nuts whenever he stepped out of line. Poor baby.
But what guy wouldn’t obey when his balls are on the line?
Sometimes it almost seemed like he secretly liked getting hit. Still, the fear of a shot to the balls was very, very real.
My sister is two years older than me and one year older than Josh. She’s the one who taught me to be like this. She encouraged me to aim straight for my cousin’s balls—or any guy’s who messed with me.
It’s a technique that’s always worked. Today I can proudly say I’m an expert.
And Josh knows better than anyone just how good I am at it.
After about an hour and a half of greeting guests, smiling, and chatting with everyone, the person I was waiting for finally arrives.
Josh shows up looking sharp and handsome—nothing like the little boy I remember from back then.
He starts walking toward me to say hi. But I already had some interesting plans for him.
So as he gets closer, I walk over to the front door and crook my finger at him.
I step inside the house and he follows without a clue about the mischief I have in mind.
I reach the empty living room, and a few seconds later he appears with that gorgeous smile on his face.
“Hey, Josh!” I say, throwing my arms around him in a tight hug, pressing my body right up against his.
“H-hey, Charli.” He sounds a little shy.
When I pull back, his eyes roam over my body. I’m feeling insanely hot in this dress, and from the look on his face, he agrees.
“Wow, Charli, you’ve changed a lot!” I could say the same about him—he’s changed a lot.
“Changed for the better?” I ask in a teasing tone.
He blushes, speechless, and his gaze quickly travels down my body—legs, waist, cleavage—before snapping back up to my face.
“Stop being so shy, dummy,” I say, pulling him into another long, hard hug.
This time I feel his erection starting to grow and pressing against me during the embrace.
He’s obviously insanely hot. Tons of girls would kill to be in my position right now.
But my intentions with him are… different.
“You know what I missed the most all these years?” I whisper in his ear while feeling his hard cock pressed against my body.
“This…” I slam my knee up hard right between his legs, crushing his balls with brutal force.
He lets out a choked scream and instantly drops to the floor, hands flying to his groin.
“Just like old times, huh?” I laugh while watching him roll around in that hilarious, pathetic way.
Then I hear someone approaching and I already know who it is.
“Charli?” My sister Dixie appears in the doorway and freezes when she sees Josh on the floor clutching himself.
“I can’t believe you, Charli, you bitch… We agreed we were gonna do this together!” Oops, right—she wanted in on it too. I jumped the gun.
“Sorry, Dixie. But he got hard right in front of me. I couldn’t resist—I had to punish him.” Honestly, I wanted to hit him even harder, the little perv.
Dixie glares down at Josh, who’s still writhing on the floor.
“You didn’t learn anything after all those years living with us? Show some respect for your cousins!” That’s right, Dixie—finish him.
“My knee wasn’t even that hard. Stop being dramatic and get up.” I mock him because I know damn well no guy is standing after a hit like that.
“I’m not being dramatic, Charli. This hurts way more than you think.” Yeah, I wouldn’t know—and thank God I don’t have balls.
“Get up. The second part of your punishment is still coming,” Dixie says, yanking him up by the hair until he’s standing. She’s always been a lot rougher than me.
We both sit on the couch while Josh stands in front of us, still cradling his junk from the intense pain.
“Looks like you got way too comfortable after all these years. Time to remind you what happens to boys who don’t behave around us…” Dixie’s words make me even more excited for what’s next.
“Please, no more punishment. I promise I’ll behave,” Josh begs—pointlessly, obviously.
“Shh, shut up or it’ll be worse. You know that very well…” I say sweetly as I gently pull his hands away from where he’s trying to shield his balls.
His cock is still rock-hard. Clearly he’s enjoying our sadism on some level.
But our focus isn’t on his dick.
Dixie gives me a wicked smile. I return it, because I know exactly what comes next.
In one sudden move, we both lunge at the same time and grab his sack.
He jumps in shock and panics as I start squeezing his left nut while Dixie crushes the right one.
God, I missed moments like this.
“Ah—ahh… it hurts…” my cousin pleads, but his voice is barely a whisper. The pain stole his breath.
He slowly sinks down, grabbing at our wrists in a desperate hope we’ll let go.
Sweet delusion. I keep squeezing his little ball without mercy.
He collapses flat on the floor and we follow, kneeling beside him, still crushing.
His groans mix with our laughter. I’d forgotten how much I love this scene.
By now he’s completely drained of strength. I can feel him about to give up.
But luckily for him, Dixie looks at me and nods—we let go.
He gasps in relief as the pressure disappears, but he stays frozen, paralyzed by the agonizing throb in his most vulnerable spot.
“We only let go because we don’t want to castrate you… yet…” my sister threatens. I have to admit, I like that “yet.”
What a delicious feeling. Squeezing a guy’s balls is so stress-relieving. Any girl who’s done it knows exactly what I mean.
“You’re just gonna lie there and say nothing? Come on, we’re going back to the party!” I say in a mocking tone. Obviously he’s not getting up anytime soon.
But he’s still hard, even while paralyzed in pain. Oops, maybe we squeezed a little too hard.
“You better recover fast, because we’re about to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to your cousin,” Dixie says as she leaves the room.
“You don’t even want to know what I’ll do to your balls if you’re not out there singing to me,” I called after him. I’ll destroy them. Oh, absolutely.
Chapter 2: Happy Birthday to You
Thirty minutes pass and still no sign of Josh. Pretty soon people are going to start wondering where he is. Guess I went a little too hard on that squeeze.
And honestly, I didn’t even squeeze that hard—it could’ve been a lot worse.
But let’s be real: it doesn’t take much force to really hurt a guy’s balls.
I’ve seen boys drop to the floor from a light tap before, let alone a proper squeeze.
The funny part is everyone thinks I’m just this cute TikTok girl who likes to dance. They have no idea what I just did to Josh backstage.
I push the thought aside for now and try to enjoy the party. The music’s great, the snacks are delicious, and all my favorite people showed up.
While I’m dancing with my friends, I finally spot Josh slowly making his way back to the party. From a distance, I watch him walking all weird and super slow. Yeah, he’s still in a lot of pain.
Yep, definitely went too hard.
At the very least his balls must be swollen. Poor thing.
A few more minutes go by, and I notice different people approaching him, asking if he’s okay. It’s pretty obvious something’s wrong.
I wonder what excuse he’s coming up with to explain that pained, defeated look plastered all over his face.
Okay, fine—I feel a tiny bit sorry for him.
Just a tiny bit.
So I walk over to talk to him.
“Looks like my threat worked, huh? Good thing you came back to the party.” He definitely wouldn’t survive the next punishment.
“Can we just get the cake thing over with, please?” he answers, groaning in discomfort.
“Hold on for another half hour. How’s it feeling down there?” I say, dropping my gaze pointedly to his sore area and flashing a sadistic little smile.
“You were really brutal this time. It still hurts a lot. After the cake I’m leaving.” He makes that cute little pained face he always does.
“What? No way. You live in another city—we already agreed you’d sleep over.” As if I’m letting him leave.
“Honestly, I think it’s better if I just hit the road tonight.” The nerve. I can’t believe he said that.
I stare him down seriously, and he immediately cups his balls with both hands, clearly scared of another knee.
Getting smart, huh? Already remembering what it’s like to live with his sadistic cousin.
“No need to be scared, little cousin. Just behave and I won’t crush them again.” Lie—I’ll definitely hit them again eventually.
“Please, Charli, can I leave after the birthday song?” I love it when he shows that submissive side. Adorable seeing him beg with his hands between his legs, but…
“No.” I give him a sweet smile, turn my back, and walk away.
I’m pretty sure he’ll be on his best behavior for the rest of the night.
And if he isn’t… Well, you already know what happens, right?
I swear I won’t go easy on the next squeeze.
After my threat, Josh spends the rest of the party looking anxious, probably terrified of what I might do to him next.
What I said was enough to convince him not to bail.
When it’s finally time for the birthday song, he’s hovering near the table, pretending everything’s normal.
As if he isn’t dying from the pain in the most vulnerable part of his body.
Everyone sings “Happy Birthday,” I blow out the candles and start cutting the cake.
“And this first piece…” I trail off, glancing around like I’m actually thinking about it—but no one’s buying it. They all know exactly who I’m choosing.
“Josh!” I called out.
He makes his way over slowly, still clearly in pain.
“Why are you walking like that, Josh? Stomachache?” my sister teases. Only the three of us know the real reason.
“I think I pulled a leg muscle at some point, but it’s fine.” I like his excuse. Pretty convincing.
He’d probably die of embarrassment if he had to say, “I’m like this because my cousins crushed my balls.” Telling the truth isn’t an option for him.
And honestly, there’s nothing more humiliating for a guy than getting hit in the balls by a girl. In his case, by two girls.
Anyway, with a crooked smile, Josh takes the slice and slowly makes his way to a chair.
A few of my friends who grew up with me already know about my reputation for targeting guys’ balls. So they start whispering and giggling while glancing at Josh. They’re definitely talking about me and Dixie’s favorite hobby: busting guys’ balls, literally.
When Josh looks over at the girls laughing, one of them dramatically cups her own crotch, mimicking a guy who just got nailed in the groin.
The mockery makes his face flush red. He quickly looks away, trying to ignore them.
Even though they’re probably piecing together what kind of testicle damage I did earlier, I decide to keep the secret.
I’m not going to gossip with them about what happened. The poor guy suffered enough for one day… Or has he? Maybe the night’s not over for him yet.
Chapter 3: Good Night
It was already two in the morning and the last guests had just left.
The party was finally over. I’m exhausted, but in the best way—that bone-deep tiredness after a perfect day.
And as agreed—or more accurately, as ordered—Josh stayed the night. No way was I letting him slip away after everything.
He went to the guest room, took a quick shower, and showed up in my room when I called.
Dixie was already there, in her short pajama set, lying face-down on my bed, totally relaxed.
Josh was just in his blue boxers, shirtless. Right then he was nothing but a hot, obedient guy who knew one wrong move could cost him dearly.
“I’m gonna take my shower now,” I said, pulling off my dress and tossing it into the corner.
Josh’s eyes locked on my body in just my bra and panties. Completely hypnotized.
“Stay right there and behave, okay? No funny business.” I flashed him a wicked smile and walked off.
I stepped into the bathroom, let the hot water pour over me, and stayed there for a good long while, thinking about what else I could do to him before bed.
When I came back, wrapped only in a white towel, the scene in front of me made me grin.
Dixie was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. Josh was behind her, kneeling on the mattress, giving her a back massage.
I’ll admit, I felt a tiny pang of jealousy over that massage.
He looked so focused, like his life depended on getting the pressure just right. And she was clearly loving it—eyes closed, melting into every touch.
I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but Dixie already knew it was time for him to go.
“So, Josh. You really think I’m going to change with you in here?” The little perv gave me this pathetic, sad-puppy look, but he got the hint.
He stopped the massage and climbed off the bed, heading toward the door.
“Good night, girls.” But my sister grabbed his hand.
“Hey, you’re not leaving without a proper goodbye.” God, I love how dominant and decisive she is.
“W-wait, what do you mean?” He sounded scared. Poor thing.
“On your knees. On the floor. Now.”
He hesitated for a second, still confused, but she didn’t waver.
“I said now!”
He dropped fast. Looking up at us like a helpless puppy.
“Before we sleep, you’re getting a good-night kick from each of us.” Did I mention I love my sister?
He just nodded. Completely submissive to her orders. He’d already learned that disobeying would make things worse.
I walked over to him, still wrapped in the towel. I looked down at the bulge in his boxers. The little perv was already rock-hard just from kneeling in front of us. It was pathetic and insanely hot at the same time.
“It’s insane how you get so turned on just from serving us.” Then I lifted my foot and started rubbing his cock and balls through the fabric. I love teasing him like this.
His breathing got heavier right away. He looked like he was about to blow any second.
Then I stopped the rubbing and delivered a sharp kick straight to his balls. Not super hard, but dead-on.
“Ah… my balls…” He crumpled sideways, clutching his testicles and moaning in pain.
“Oh, come on, stop whining. I didn’t even hit that hard.” But I should have.
“Come on, Josh. Get up and straighten yourself. You still have mine coming.” Poor guy—she’s not as nice as I am.
He kept groaning, panting, but obeyed quickly.
In seconds he was back in position: on his knees, back straight (and cock still straight too).
But she didn’t give him any warning. She kicked the instant he was ready.
It was way harder than mine. Way harder.
Josh screamed and curled into a fetal ball on the floor, crying while he clutched his injured balls.
“There we go. Good night, cousin. Sweet dreams,” Dixie said, casually sitting back on the bed like nothing had happened.
I burst out laughing, loving her sadistic vibe.
The towel was still secure around me, but I decided to give the poor thing one last little gift before sending him off.
I stopped right in front of him and slowly lifted the towel—just enough to flash my pussy at him. He was on the floor looking up, eyes glazed with a mix of pain and lust.
“Look at this, Josh,” I said, running my hand over my smooth mound. “So smooth… God, it feels so good not having a pathetic pair of balls dangling between my legs.”
His eyes stayed glued to me.
“Must really suck, huh? Having that constant weakness just hanging out there for us to abuse and punish whenever we want.” I could see his cock twitching inside his boxers even after taking two kicks in a row.
“Stop making him envy you, Charli. At this rate he’s gonna beg us to just cut them off already,” Dixie said, laughing.
It would be awful to see him without them. I don’t want to lose my favorite torture toy.
“Go on, get out,” I ordered, letting the towel drop back into place. “That’s enough for tonight.”
He slowly struggled to get up. Dixie really had gone hard on him.
“Hurry up before I decide to finish your balls off,” Dixie threatened.
Every movement came with a low groan; his legs were shaking.
But he finally got to his feet, hunched forward, hands between his legs. He started shuffling toward the door in tiny, painful steps.
“Good night, Josh,” I said in a teasing tone.
“Good… night…” he managed to whisper. He barely had the strength left for that.
Dixie and I watched as he limped down the hallway, whimpering softly with every step. When the guest room door finally closed, we both collapsed into hysterical laughter.
“He’s such a filthy masochist,” Dixie said, flopping back onto the bed.
“Tomorrow we keep the fun going,” I replied, dropping the towel and grabbing my pajamas.
And the best part? He knows it. He knows there’s more coming.
Good night, cousin. Rest those balls… while you still can.
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