It's Only Fair

 It's Only Fair, by KimberlyFitz

***Incest***

"Give it back," yelled Kimberly, chasing her little brother down the hallway.

He was running with her journal open in front of him. His sister was nineteen years old and she still wrote in a journal, how pathetic. Though in defence of Kimberly, her little brother was eighteen years old and still was immature enough to sneak into his big sister's room and steal her diary.

"Come on you little creep," she hollered.

"You'll have to catch me first," he replied.

She chased him down the stairs. They crashed through the living room, knocking over a lamp in the process. Then they flashed through the kitchen where their mother, Mason, was standing over the sink washing dishes.

"What's going on you two?" She asked, but they were out the door and in the backyard before she could even finish her sentence. She watched them through the kitchen window, practically adults and still wrestling with each other, rolling around on the ground like a couple of toddlers fighting over a toy.

Kimberly had developed nicely, beautiful long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes that could gaze you into a trance, and a body that most women kill for. Perfect, full and succulent breasts that bounced with every step she took protruded out from her chest. Her hips were wide and seductive, and she had an ass that was just the right size: not too small or flat, and not too big or flabby, just the perfect little bubble-butt, as some might say.

Jeffrey, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He was eighteen years old and he looked like he was still right smack dab in the middle of puberty. Pimples still covered his oily face; only a little peach fuzz was all that grew out from his chin, and he was still as afraid to talk to girls as a fourteen-year-old boy. Obviously his mother wasn't going to come right out and ask him the question, but there was no doubt in her mind that this kid was still a virgin.

I mean for God's sake what does he care what his sister writes in her diary? And why in the hell is a nineteen-year-old woman still keeping a journal hidden in her room?

Then the rolling around outside stopped and Jeffrey let out a high-pitched squeal.

Mason, concerned for her son, ran out the back door and into the yard, where she could get a better look at them and see what had happened.

Her jaw dropped at what she saw.

Sweet young Kimberly, the innocent and perfect daughter, had her little brother on his back with her hands on his knees holding his legs spread apart and the heel of sneaker grinding mercilessly into his ball sack.

"I warned you," she hissed.

Jeffrey whimpered something inaudible.

Appalled, Mason yelled, "Kimberly!"

She let go of her brother and spun around, her innocent hands behind her back, while he curled up in the fetal position, whimpering like a little puppy dog.

"What on earth is going on out here?"

"It's his fault," Kimberly snapped back. "I told him that if he didn't give me my journal back that I'd make him pay. He started it, mother. He was taunting me. For Christ's sake I'm a nineteen years old! I deserve a little-"

"Shut-up," interrupted her mother, her voice quiet and stern, no longer yelling. "You go into the house. I'll deal with you later."

Kimberly sighed, rolled her eyes, threw her hands in the air, and stamped along the yard back into the house, like a toddler marching down the hall and off to her room after a temper tantrum.

Mason watched her until she heard the back door shut, her eyes like that of a hawk, then she relaxed and knelt down beside her son, still curled up and whimpering. She stroked his hair and said tenderly, "Are you okay my baby boy? She really hurt you down there, huh."

He nodded, tears quietly running down his cheeks.

"Okay," said his mother, "Why don't we get you up and get you inside, get a nice bag of frozen peas for your ball sack, and have a little chat with your sister about what she did to you, okay honey?"

He cradled his swollen manhood, whimpering on the ground like a puppy dog.

LATER THAT EVENING

"Kimberly?" Mason called from the bottom of the stairs.

There was no response.

"Kimberly!" she said again, shouting this time.

The innocent and perfect little Kimberly came out from her pretty pink bedroom, stood at the top of the stairs, and in her schoolgirl voice said, "You called for me mother?"

"Don't play games with me young lady," said Mason. "You did something really awful today, you know that? Do you understand how much pain your brother is in, how painful it is for a man to be hit there?"

"He started it-"

"And you didn't even just hit him," interrupted her mother, "You twisted your sneaker with all of your body weight on his poor little balls. You could have irreversibly damaged his testicles like that, you know, could have prevented him from ever being able to have children. Do you think that's a fair exchange? His nuts for your Goddamned journal?"

"Yeah well I don't think he deserves to have children. He's a rotten little brat."

"Kimberly!" shouted her mother, appalled at what she was hearing.

"It's true," little miss perfect persisted, "Besides, I didn't hurt him THAT bad; you're so exaggerating. I just gave his pathetic little marbles a taste of the bottom of my shoe, and he SO deserved it."

"Is that really what you think, that you didn't hurt him very much?"

She put her hands on her hips at the top of the stairs and rolled her eyes.

"That is IT young lady," raged her mother. "You come down those stairs this instant!"

Kimberly yawned, unimpressed, and said, "I'm actually kind of tired, mom."

"Right now young lady!"

The little princess sighed and nonchalantly replied, "Fine."

Her mother watched furiously as she leisurely strolled down the stairs.

"Come with me," said Mason, grabbing her daughter by the wrist and dragging her down the hallway and through the living room.

"Ouch mother! You're hurting my wrist," whined Kimberly. "Please let go or at least loosen up your-"

Just then they entered into the kitchen.

Kimberly couldn't finish her sentence. Her jaw dropped. Sitting at the kitchen table was her little brother Jeffrey, naked from the waist down, gently rubbing ice cubes on two incredibly swollen and blue lumps that were protruding from his crotch. He was in so much pain, his eyes clenched shut that he didn't even hear or notice his sister and mother come in.

"So, young lady," said Mason, "Still think you didn't hurt him very much?"

She just shook her head, her mouth open wide. Then, getting a hold of herself, she said quietly, "No . . . I . . . I didn't know they were so sensitive."

"The poor thing," said her mother, rubbing her hand on her daughter's back.

They both stood there for a few minutes, watching poor little Jeffrey rub ice cubes up and down his swollen nut sack. Then, wanting to give him a little privacy, and figuring that her daughter had learned her lesson, Mason said, "Why don't you go back upstairs, sweetie, okay? You said you were tired . . . and you look tired . . . I'll help Jeffrey upstairs shortly and we'll all go to bed and put this incident behind us."

"Yeah," said Kimberly numbly, staring sadly at her brothers testicles.

Then she brought herself to look away, which was quite painful, and walked out of the kitchen. When she was halfway down the hallway, trying to get the image out of her head, Kimberly's mother jogged lightly out from the kitchen and down the hall to meet up with her daughter.

"Kimberly hold on a second," she called.

She stopped in the middle of the hall and waited for her mother.

Mason leaned in close to her daughter and whispered, so that Jeffrey couldn't here, "Honey do you think you could do me a favor?"

"Sure mom, what is it?"

"Well, I'm worried about how Jeffrey is going to be through the night. I'd like to check on him every few hours, you know, to make sure that he's okay. And I was wondering, since your room is right next door to his, if you could just get up a few times in the night and check on him? You'd save me a lot of trips up and down the stairs in the middle of the night."

"Sure, mom," said Kimberly, feeling good about her task. Taking care of her little brother would help to dull the guilt that she was feeling for being the cause of his painful predicament.

"Thanks honey," said her mom, kissing her on the cheek and sending her off to bed.

"Goodnight," Kimberly called down to her mother as she climbed up the stairs.

"Goodnight sweetheart," said Mason heading back toward the kitchen.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Kimberly woke up in a daze, feeling around for the alarm clock on her nightstand that she had set to go off every two hours. The beeping stopped. It was in the middle of the night. She got out of bed, putting on only a soft plush purple bathrobe over her naked body.

She stumbled through the darkness of her room, flashlight in hand.

Then, when she got into the hallway, she turned the flashlight and pointed it straight ahead. Her vision was blurry from having just woken up so she gave her eyes a quick rub, and then headed next door toward her brother's bedroom.

Just before opening the door she stopped herself; there was a sound coming from the room.

Jeffrey whimpering.

She felt a pang of guilt slam into her stomach, instantly waking her up.

Then she gently turned the handle of the door, opening it just a crack, and softly called to her little brother, "Hey Jeff, are you okay?"

The crying stopped. Then in a voice scratchy from crying, he responded, "Go away."

Kimberly stepped into the room and flashed the light on her brother. His face was wet with tears. Then she reached around in the darkness for his light switch on the wall and, once she found it, flipped it on. Both of them had to squint their eyes for a moment to adjust to the brightness. Then she stepped in further and sat at the edge of his bed and said again, "Are you okay?"

Jeffrey was naked beneath his covers. His chest visible, a few strands of black hair covering the acne that ran down his chest, up and around his neck, and down his back. "What are you doing in here?"

"Mom wanted me to check on you," she replied.

"Yeah well I don't need you to check on me; you've done enough already."

She sighed and said, "Look Jeffrey, I really am sorry about what happened . . . things just got out of hand is all, and besides, if I had known how sensitive they were to you then I most certainly wouldn't have done it, honest Jeff."

"Yeah," he said, thinking about what she had said.

She looked at him for a moment, and then she looked around his bedroom. Posters of swimsuit models and female celebrities with perfect bodies covered his walls. Assortments of hand lotions were lined up on a shelf, which Kimberly figured he most certainly didn't use for his hands. Then she looked back at her brother, forced a little smile, and asked, "How are they doing anyway?"

"A little better I guess," he replied reluctantly. "Their not as swollen as they were earlier."

"That's good," she replied. Then she remembered how swollen they were when she saw him in the kitchen. The image disturbed her. Wanting to really make sure that she didn't do any serious damage she asked, "Can I see?"

He gave her a disgusted look and said, "What? Why would you want to see? You're my sister Kim; that'd be too weird."

"Come on," she persisted, "I saw them earlier. I saw EVERYTHING earlier."

"You did?"

She nodded.

"When?"

"I was in the kitchen when you were rubbing ice on them."

"You were?"

She nodded.

"Man," he said, his face flushed with embarrassment. "You must think I'm pretty pathetic then if you, you know, saw EVERYTHING."

She gave him a concerned look and asked, "Why would you say that?"

"You know," he said, his eyes lowered to the covers. "Because of my size."

She chuckled and said, "Oh please, Jeffrey. I'm not so judgmental that I'm going think you're pathetic just because you don't have a huge cock. Besides, I didn't even get a good look; I was too distracted by how swollen your balls were. I just want to make sure you're okay is all, you know? You're my brother, Jeff."

He sighed and, pulling the covers aside, said, "Fine."

Kimberly looked down at her brother's swollen package. He was right, his penis wasn't particularly big, but she wouldn't say it was small, more like average. She told him this much, causing him to blush. Then she examined his nuts. They were much, MUCH, less swollen than earlier, but they still looked like they were awfully sensitive.

"Does it hurt when you touch them?" She asked.

He shook his head and said, "No. It's more of a ghost pain, like a dull throb . . . I'm not sure how to explain."

She nodded at him and then began poking and prodding at them, rubbing them gently her hands, seeing if anything felt different. Her eyes being so focused on the ball sack that she was massaging, she didn't notice Jeffrey's growing erection until brushed against her wrist.

Quickly, she stood up and backed away from the bed.

Jeffrey covered himself back up and said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just--"

"No," she interrupted. "Don't worry about it; it's not your fault. That's supposed to happen."

They both kind of nervously chuckled.

Then, after a brief period of awkward silence, Kimberly said, "It didn't look small to me."

Jeffrey sort of perked up at this statement, looking like his old energetic self for the first time since the incident, and said, "Really? I though it was, you know, pretty small."

"Are you kidding me? Why on earth would you think that?"

He shrugged, "Just from things that I've seen."

She smiled and, teasing like, asked, "And what kinds of THINGS are these?"

"I don't know, just some things."

She laughed, "Jesus, Jeffrey. What are you afraid that I'm going to run downstairs and tell mom if you say the word 'porn'?"

"I don't know," he replied. "It's embarrassing, you know?"

"Well it shouldn't be," she said. "I watch it too sometimes, you know. And besides, you can't compare yourself to those guys. Their cocks are freak show big. Believe it or not those things wouldn't even feel good; they'd just hurt. The girls on those websites are actors, you know? They only pretend that it feels good. Trust me, Jeff, you have a good size, a perfect size actually."

"Yeah well how would I know . . .?" he said, referring to his virginity. "I've never even seen a girl naked, in person I mean."

Kimberly thought about this and, figuring that it wouldn't be such a big deal, said, "Well you could see me naked, if you want I mean. I don't know if you'd think that'd be too gross or anything, I am your sister after all, but I wouldn't mind if you wanted to see, you know? It wouldn't' be a big deal to me or anything . . ."

Jeffrey though about this and then said, "Yeah."

"Yeah it would be gross or yeah you'd like to see?"

Nervously, he said, "Yeah I mean I don't, like, want to or anything; you're my big sister, you know? But I am kind of, uh . . . curious I guess."

She laughed, "So is that a yes?"

He nodded.

Slowly and seductively, playing around like, she slowly slid her robe off. First it slipped softly over her shoulders, and then quietly passed her breasts, and finally dropping silently to the floor above her feet.

Jeffrey gulped loudly.

Kim laughed and said, "Like what you see?"

"Yeah," he said numbly, sliding one hand beneath his blankets.

"What do you think you're doing down there?" She asked, just teasing.

"Nothing," he replied quickly, as if she didn't know.

"Psh," she said. "You don't have to hide it Jeffrey. I'm doing this for you to, you know, make up for what happened today. I want you to feel better. We can consider this making ourselves even."

He cleared his throat and said, "Can you, uh, come a little closer?"

"Sure, I guess so," she said, moving up beside the bed.

Jeffrey let his mouth hang open slightly. Since he was reclined slightly on the bed, his head was level with his sister's neatly trimmed blonde bush. And her thighs looked so nice, thick and muscular, but not too muscular, and her breasts, they were so supple. He continued stroking his cock beneath the blankets.

Then, feeling bold, Kimberly lifted the covers off of her brother.

He didn't protest, though he stopped stroking once he was exposed.

"No," she said, looking down at his erection, covering his swollen balls, "Not a bad size at all."

He chuckled.

"Would you like me to . . .?"

Jeffrey's eyes widened, he looked frightened. "Would I like you to what?"

She laughed, "I don't know. Do something, you know? I'm just trying to make it up to you; we don't have to do this at all if you think it's too weird."

"No," he blurted. "I mean, no I don't think it's too weird. Not no I don't, uh, want to."

"Okay," she said, smiling down at her helpless little brother. "So what do you want me to do for you?"

He thought about this and then, in a robotic voice, said, "Whatever you think is, uh, appropriate."

"Psh," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him. "Come on Jeffrey, your imagination can't be THAT boring. I mean geez you spend half your day up here jerking off. Trust me, I'm not going to judge you or anything; just tell me what you like, you know, what your fantasy is. What turns you on the most?"

Jeffrey thought about this and then said, "Anal."

Kimberly's smile dropped down into a frown. She looked at him with a cringed face and said, "Anal?"

He nodded. "Yeah . . . why, is that, uh, too much?"

"Well," she said, putting her hands in her lap and biting her lip. "It's not that it's too much, so to speak, it's just that, well, quite frankly anal sex just doesn't feel very good. It's very, very painful, to me anyway."

"But it would feel good to me," he said in his defense. "At least . . . I imagine that it would, you know? I've never had any kind of sex before, so what do I know."

"Yeah," she replied. "Guys seem to enjoy it. But I mean that's my butt, Jeffrey. Do you have any idea how painful it would be to have a cock as thick as yours shoved up there?"

"I don't know," he replied bitterly. "As painful as what you did to me today?"

That familiar pang of guilt hit her in the stomach. Then, quietly, she said, "No I guess not."

They sat there in an awkward silence, each with their own thoughts.

Then Jeffrey asked, "So, uh . . . would that be, uh, all right?"

She sighed. "Yeah I guess so."

His eyes lit up and his cock began bobbing up and down in anticipation of his sister's tight, sweet, hot asshole.

"But just this very one time, okay? And this will be it; we'll be even after this."

"Definitely," he replied quickly, not wanting her to change his mind. "We'll be completely, totally even after this."

"AND," she said, lifting a finger, "You have to promise to stay out of my room from now on."

He nodded, "Absolutely, Kim. Anything you say."

"All right," she replied nervously, a twinge of fear in her voice. "Let's do this and get it over with."

"Right," he said. He sat up from the bed; cock gripped hard in his hand, and said, "I'm ready when you are."

"What are you crazy? You can't just put it in like that."

"Right," he said, shaking his head. "What am I thinking?"

Jeffrey got up from the bed and grabbed a bottle of lubricant from his dresser. He squirted an enormous amount into his palm and rubbed it up and down his shaft vigorously, the excess lube dripping down onto the floor. Then he looked at his sister and said, "Okay, now I'm ready."

She shook her head and said, "Silly boy. You can't just rub it on YOU. I don't produce any fluids in there, so you have to rub it in ME too, coat the inside of my ass with it, you know?"

"Oh," he replied. "How should I do that?"

"Here," she replied. Then she got up from the bed and got back on, facing away from, her little brother, on all fours. She reached behind and spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing the tight little pink hole. "Just rub it in there first. Use your fingers or something . . ."

Jeffrey walked over to the bed, bottle of lube in one hand and hard cock in the other. Then he squirted a large amount all over his hand. Just before rubbing it into her hole, his face just inches away from her ass, a strange impulse came over him. He leaned forward and slid his tongue from the bottom of her pussy up to the center of her crack.

She quivered and said, "That's gross Jeffrey."

He spiraled his tongue into her ass.

"Come on," she said. "This isn't what we said we were going to do."

A little taken a back, he said, "Don't you like it?"

"Yeah, I mean, that's not the point Jeffrey. You're my little brother. This isn't a wild 'night of passion' or anything. I'm just letting you do this because I feel bad about what happened. I'm just, quite frankly, giving you permission to use my body."

"So it feels good then?"

She sighed and said, "It feels fine . . . but I thought you wanted to fuck my ass?"

"I do," he replied. Then, without further ado, he rubbed his fingers up and down between her cheeks. And then, after squiring several big globs on the tips of his fingers, he stuck each finger up her ass, in and out a few times, getting it nice and slippery. "Okay," he said, once every finger went up her asshole. "All lubed up down there."

Kimberly took a few deep breaths and then said, "All right, go ahead. But be gentle, Jeffrey, PLEASE. At least at first, until I'm stretched out a little."

"I will," he replied, "Don't worry.

Then Jeffrey pressed the tip of his cock up against his sister's tight little asshole and pushed. It didn't go in right away, more difficult then he imagined. Then he grabbed onto her hips and pulled into her, a little roughly, stuffing the whole thing up her crack.

"Jesus Jeffrey," she whimpered. "Be gentle."

"Sorry," he said, but he wasn't really sorry. His sister's hole was so warm, so constricting, each breath she took was a convulsion around his cock. He closed his eyes and cocked his head back; he was in pure ecstasy.

Then looked down at the beautiful sight, his hands resting on her two magnificent ass cheeks, and began thrusting. Slowly at first, doing his best to be gentle, not really wanting to hurt his sister or anything. But then he increased his speed and started pounding harder and harder. He wasn't even trying to do it; his cock had taken control of his body.

"Oh, please, please Jeffrey," she whimpered. Tears had begun to stream down her face. "Please go softer, slower, be gentle, be gentle, be . . . Oh God!"

But that was the last thing that Jeffrey was about to do. He squeezed both of her ass cheeks in his hands and pressed them together against his cock. His swollen and tender balls were slapping against the back of her thighs, giving him a little bit of pain with every thrust . . . but his cock felt so good . . . his sister's hole was so tight . . . it was a good kind of pain.

Then he started moaning louder than he had been before, panting, practically grunting. Kimberly felt his fingers dig into her ass cheeks and his speed increased; he was going to cum soon.

"Please, Jeffrey," she cried. Then she thought of something that might make things go by quicker. "Please, Jeffrey," she said again, only this time in a low, raspy, seductive voice. "Please fuck you big sister's tight little asshole. Fill my crack up with your cum, Jeffrey. Be a good little brother. Oh God, your cock feels so good up in my ass. Mmm that's it; squeeze those firm cheeks together. Slap my ass Jeff; slap that your sister's ass while you fill her up with your hot virgin load. Mmm baby brother, come on, come on, spank me Jeffrey, spank me, oh God Jeffrey, oh that feels so good, oh cum Jeffrey, please do it quickly, cum Jeffrey, cum in your big sister's asshole!"

Being only human, Jeffrey couldn't last through his whole sister's speech. He filled her up, spurt after spurt, his balls aching, while she begged him to cum. He slapped her ass once, at the very peak of his orgasm, and then he just went slow, in and out, smooth, filling her up with his hot seed.

Then, when his swollen balls were completely drained, he pulled it out. His sister fell down onto her belly, face down, on his bed, letting out a sigh of relief. Completely beat, Jeffrey flopped down beside her, on his side, however, for his cock was still a little hard and he couldn't lie on his stomach.

After a few moments of recuperation, Kimberly turned her head toward her little brother, who lay beside her with his eyes closed and a silly smile on his face. Then she asked him, "How are you feeling?"

He opened his eyes and grinned, "Much better."

She smiled back at him and said, "Good. So this makes us even right?"

Jeffrey ran his hand over his sister's ass, gave it one last good squeeze and said, "Yeah, for now."

Kiss My Ass

 by ChrisJones

**Incest**

Jeffrey and his big sister Kara were on the couch, sitting side by side, watching television in the living room. They were watching some made for TV crime movie that came on. The lead was a very sexy brunette woman, probably in her thirties, playing a strong and independent police officer. There wasn't much of a plot. The whole thing pretty much consisted of the woman taking down all kinds of criminals in all kinds of different ways; by gunpoint, car chase, fistfight, and even a few brutal groin kicks.

It was early July and they were right in the middle of a heat wave with a broken air conditioner and no fan. Both of them were steadily sweating profusely, their skin sticking to the leather furniture. Jeffrey was wearing gym shorts with no boxers, to let things air out, and an old plain T-shirt. He was in pretty good shape, having just graduated as the captain of the football team. His sister Kara had short black hair, was twenty one, three years older than him, and she was wearing short, black, cotton running shorts that just barely contained her muscular thighs and plump ass, and a sports bra constricting her medium sized breasts. Kara was shorter than Jeffrey, but was much stronger than he was. She practically lived in the gym, was a complete health nut.

Their father had left when they were little and their mother worked overtime all the time, was hardly around. Both of them being college students and home for the summer, they pretty much had the house all to them for three whole months, from sunup to sundown. So far, they had spent the majority of their time on the couch watching TV.

Then a particular scene in the movie came on that brought the two of them out of the trance that the slow plot had put them in. The policewoman had been interrogating a suspect that she knew was guilty and, after several attempts of trying to persuade him to confess, she decided to take a different approach to making him talk. She grabbed the suspect by the collar, lifted him up, pushed him hard up against the wall, reached down and clenched the young man's balls hard in her fist. The man, who was barely a man, just a kid, really, lifted up on his toes and whimpered. With his hands cuffed behind his back and his nuts in the merciless grip of the angry woman, he was completely dominated by her and would have to answer anything that she asked him if he wanted to salvage his squeezed testicles at all.

Kara snickered at the scene.

Jeffrey, still cringing from the initial shock, looked at her and said, "Jesus, how in God's name can you laugh at something like that?"

She gave him a funny look and said, "What are you talking about? That creep deserves worse, should have his balls cut off or something. Didn't you see him rape that poor girl?"

"Yeah, but I mean, still," he said. "That's just not right."

"And raping that girl was?"

"Of course not, I mean . . . I don't know," he shifted on the couch and said, "Besides, that would never happen in real life."

"The girl getting raped?"

"No. What she is doing to that guy."

Kara looked at her little brother and said, "Oh really? And why is that?"

He shrugged and said, "It just wouldn't. First of all, she legally wouldn't be allowed to. Second of all, that guy let her grab him like that way too easy. In real life any man would over power and stop any woman that was reaching for his balls, handcuffed or not."

She smirked and said, "Do you really think that?"

"Of course," he said. "Men are built different then women are. They're naturally stronger."

Kara turned the TV down and said, "Would you like to bet on that?"

Jeffrey gave her a funny look and said, "How?"

"You and me. I'll try and grab you down there, hard, and if you can stop me, you win, if you can't, I win."

He thought about this for a moment and then said, "But you don't have any money."

"No . . . but, tell you what. If you can stop me, since you are only eighteen, I'll go and buy alcohol for you and your friends all next semester, whenever you want. If you have the money to give me, of course."

He scratched his cheek, pondering, and then said, "And, hypothetically speaking, if you were to win, what would I have to do for you? I don't have any money either, and I'm younger than you. I don't really have much to offer."

Kara thought about this and then, smiling, said, "Since giving your manhood a squeeze will probably be a good deal punishment in itself for, you could just kiss my ass and we would call it even."

"Kiss your ass? What does that mean?"

She teased and said, "It means just that."

He looked at her, shook his head, and said, "You're weird, Kara."

She laughed and said, "So are we on or what?"

He shrugged and said, "Sure, I guess. I mean you're not going to be able to do it."

"So it's a deal?"

"Yeah," he said, yawning and stretching, "So when do we start?"

She turned the television off and said, "Right now. Let's stand up."

Jeffrey did as she said.

After facing each other in front of the couch for a full minute or so, Kara said, "Are you ready for this?"

"Go for it," he replied.

Then, the next thing he knew, Jeffrey felt his sister's hand clutch mercilessly onto his tender balls. She had been so quick that he hadn't even seen her coming. Then, when she started to squeeze them harder, he wrapped both his hands around her arm and tried to free his manhood. He had no success. In fact, the more aggressively he tried to shove her off, the harder she squeezed, until finally, with tears in his eyes, he cried out for her to stop.

Kara gave his nuts one last extra hard squeeze, which caused Jeffrey to squeal out like a little girl, and then laughed as she let go. He immediately fell to the ground at her feet and curled up in the fetal position.

Then, after giving him a minute or so to recover, she looked down at him and said, "Well?"

He looked up, his eyes traveling up her sweaty body, and said, "Well what?"

She turned around and slapped her hands against her ass cheeks.

Jeffrey sighed and got on his knees, his face level with his sisters ass. As he leaned toward it he noticed that the shorts that she was wearing were soaked in sweat. He leaned back and said, "Do I have to do this? I mean, isn't there something else I could do?"

"No way little brother. Now kiss my ass."

He sighed, closed his eyes, leaned in and planted his lips over his big sister's ass cheek and smooched it hard. Then he pulled back and said, "There. Are you happy now?"

"That wasn't my ass, Jeffrey, that was my ass cheek. You said that you would kiss my ass."

He stared at the sweaty butt in front of his face and said, "What are you talking about? They're the same thing."

"They are not," she responded. "You need to kiss my actual ass, as part of the agreement, not my ass cheeks. Here I'll show you where," she slid one hand over her buttocks and rubbed her index finger directly over crack, pushing the shorts up in between her cheeks. "Right here, little brother. And you have to kiss it good, not just a smooch."

Jeffrey groaned and brought his face into his sister's butt, but when his lips tasted the wet, salty shorts, he pulled back and said, "This is gross, Kara. Your shorts are completely soaked."

Kara sighed and said, "All right, fine." Then, shocking her little brother, she slid her shorts and soaking wet panties down around her ankles, looked back over her shoulder and in a teasing voice said, "Is that better Jeffrey?"

Jeffrey couldn't believe what was happening. Not only was his big sister bent over and bare ass just inches away from his face, but also the sight had given him an erection, creating a tent in his gym shorts. He was at a loss for words. It was his sister, after all . . . but she had such a thick and firm muscular body and looked so perfect like that, her big sweaty ass right in front of him.

After running out of patience, Kara reached behind herself, grabbed her little brother's head by the hair, and forcefully jammed his face in between her ass cheeks so that his mouth was right over her crack. "Go on and kiss it baby brother," she said, holding his face in her moist butt crack, wiggling her hips back and forth.

The musky smell and the moisture made him hesitate at first. Then, he slowly parted his lips and wrapped them around her sweaty crack. His tongue, ever so slightly, circled the hole. He continued this for a moment and then, after working up the courage to be prepared to find out what the inside of his sister would taste like, he slid his entire tongue up into her asshole.

Kara moaned and said, "Mm, that's it. Kiss it nice and good baby brother."

Jeffrey did as he was told and passionately French kissed his big sister's sweaty crack, his tongue wiggling back and forth deep inside her asshole. He put his hands on her cheeks and spread them apart so that he could breathe better. The more he squeezed and tongued his sister's tight ass, the harder his cock got. So far it had gotten harder than it had ever been before in his entire life and was twitching uncontrollably in his shorts. He couldn't believe kissing his big sister's ass would ever turn him on so much.

Kara figured that her little brother was doing a good enough job on his own, so she let go of his hair and bent over entirely so that her head was between her legs. That's when she saw the tent that was twitching in her brother's crotch and she realized that he was actually enjoying kissing her big sweaty ass -- From the sight of that hard cock looking painfully erect, she figured he had to be REALLY enjoying it.

Then she stepped forward, away from her brother's face, his tongue sliding out of her, and said, "Lie down."

He did as he was told, doing absolutely nothing to hide the pole that was sticking up in his shorts. Then, while on his back, looking up at the ceiling, he felt a tingle rush through his body as his sister began caressing his penis. She rubbed it in a circular motion with one hand and tenderly massaged his sore balls with the other. Closing his eyes, Jeffrey couldn't believe how could she was making him feel.

After a few minutes Jeffrey was ready to cum. He began thrusting his hips up and down to move along with his sister's hands. Then, just as he was about to shoot his load into his shorts, the rubbing stopped. Confused, he opened his eyes and saw his sister's sweaty ass and now dripping wet pussy hovering above him.

"You didn't think I was going to let you cum so soon, did you? No, no, baby brother, you have a lot more ass kissing to do," she said. Then, not giving him time to protest, she sat her butt crack down on her little brother's mouth.

Jeffrey's cock was going crazy as his sister began grinding her sweaty hole all over his face. Then, thinking of how to get his sister to touch his throbbing erection again, he changed his center of attention away from her asshole and onto her clit, lapping at it rapidly with his tongue.

Kara moaned loudly and said, "Hey, wait . . . mm . . . what are you doing? That's not my asshole Jeffrey . . . but . . . mm, you're doing it so good . . . oh God . . . fuck . . . "

Then she leaned forward, seemingly out of breath from the pleasure her baby brother was giving her, to give him a better angle at her pussy, resting her cheek against his hard cock standing straight up in his shorts.

Both his penis being touched again and the thought of having his sister's face so close to his cock made him eat his sister's pussy more aggressively, sliding up into her sweaty crack every now and then.

Kara opened her mouth and tried to say something, but only a whimper came out. Then, savagely, as she felt her orgasm rapidly coming on, she yanked down her brother's gym shorts to his thighs, exposing his thick and fat rock hard cock. She grabbed onto it eagerly with one hand and grabbed his balls, hard, in the other, stroking her brother's penis hard and fast. "Oh yeah . . . mm . . . don't stop Jeffrey," she whimpered. "That feels so good."

He did as he was told and kept on licking his big sister's pussy and asshole, all her juices and sweat filling his mouth and running down his face.

"Oh God Jeffrey I'm gonna . . . mm . . . make me cum Jeffrey . . . uh, don't stop, yes, YES," she cried out.

Then when she felt the incredible orgasm taking over her body, making her shake and quiver, she stuck her little brother's fat, hard cock into her mouth, ramming it down her throat.

His big sister cumming and leaking her juices all over his face made Jeffrey's balls ache. As she fervently rubbed her wet and dripping snatch all over his face in passionate orgasm, he felt his own hot load rise up from his balls.

Kara moaned and whimpered even with her little brother's cock shoved down her throat. Then she felt Jeffrey suck hard on her clit, harder than usual so that it felt SOOO good in the midst of her climax that it was almost painful. Then he squeezed her butt cheeks incredibly hard, thrust his hips upward, and before she knew it she felt his penis convulse in her mouth, shooting hot spurts of cum all down her throat. The initial squirt made her gag, but she managed to maintain and swallow the rest of it.

She kept it in her mouth, milking every drop out of it, while they each recovered from their own orgasms.

Then they both rested for a moment, their faces still in each other's moist crotches, catching their breath.

Kara then abruptly sat up and readjusted herself so that her asshole was just above his nose, under his mouth, and said, "Kiss my ass, Jeffrey. I want your tongue up my butt crack right now."

Jeffrey, still a little worn out from his explosive orgasm and surprised at his sister's stamina, did as she said and gently slid his tongue up into her crack.

Then she said, "Mm, that's it, stick it all the way up there, ALL the way. If you lick my crack nice and good this time," she paused here and wiggled her hips, driving her brother's tongue deeper into her butt hole, and then continued in a teasing voice, "Maybe I'll let you stick your fat cock in it. Would you like that, baby brother? Having that big penis deep in your sister's tight asshole . . ."

Fetish Exposed By Family

 Fetish Exposed By Family, by unknown

Ever since I first became sexually aware, I have had a really strange fetish. I'm not really sure why, but I love the idea of ball busting. The fact that there are women out there who would destroy a man's pride just for their own personal pleasure completely turns me on. Whenever I'm alone, most of my time is spent going on the Internet and looking up anything that has to do with a female hurting a man’s testicles in some way. My favorite site is a forum dealing with stories of ball busting. People post up stories and I could just sit there and read them all day.

That's exactly what I was doing just last Wednesday. There was a great story about how a mother caught her son looking at her naked then she punished him by making him lie on the floor with his legs spread while she kicked and stomped on his balls. Then, right in the middle of it all, his sister walked and joined in on the fun. This story really made me think what it would be like if something like this ever happened to me. I have two sisters. One is 17 the other is 16. Right now I'm only 15 and other than my sisters, the only other person living in my house is my 37-year-old mother.

Obviously since I was the youngest and the only boy in the household, I was pretty much the slave of the family. I was always forced to do all the chores while my sisters and mother just sat around and laughed at me. They treated me like shit. But, as I read this story, I began getting aroused by the idea of my loved ones doing something like that to me. After all, they were all pretty hot, even my mother who was a knockout for someone as old as her. As I continued reading the story, I dropped my pants and began stroking my dick. It felt great and I quickly became focused on nothing but the computer screen in front of me.

"John, what the fuck are you doing?" I jumped at the sound of my mother’s voice. Quickly I tried to pull up my pants, but it was to late. I turned around to see Lisa, Liz and my mother staring at me. I tried to say something, but I was in too much embarrassment to force out words. My mother walked over and looked at the computer screen.

"So, been looking up stuff you shouldn't be looking up I see." I nodded in response. Then my mom let out a long laugh. "Girls come over here, you've got to read this." I knew right then that I was in big trouble. I began pulling up my pants, but my mom yelled and said to leave them down. I obeyed, not wanting to get in any more trouble.

"Scroll up mom, we want to read the whole story," said Lisa. "This is hilarious." They began reading the story as I sat there with my pants down. After about ten minutes, they finally finished reading the story.

"You are one sick fucking little boy. I could understand if you were looking at pictures of naked woman, but reading stories about women hurting a mans balls? And to make it worse, you read stories about a mother who kicks her son in the balls and then his sister does the same thing?" As my mother humiliated me, all I could do is stare at the ground.

"Hey mom, I just got a really great idea for a way to punish this sick kid. Why don't we see how he'd like getting his balls beat by his mother and sisters?" My dick began to harden when I heard this suggestion. Although I really did not want to get kicked in the balls by them, the idea still managed to arouse me.

"See mom look." Liz pointed at my rising penis. "The little shit actually wants us to hurt his balls. It makes him hard. Please mom, please. Can we?"

"Well girls, I don't see why not. He obviously wants us to. But the only way I will let you is if you promise me one thing. I get the first shot." I could not believe that my mom was actually going to do this to me. My own mother was about to destroy my manhood.

"No problem mom. You can give him as many shots as you want."

"Ok then, lets get started." My mother walked over to me. I began to plead for her not to hurt me.

"Oh John, it won't hurt that bad, they're only your balls. Now get on your knees and spread them a little bit." I did as told, knowing that my cries of mercy were not going to help. "I'm going to enjoy this Johnny." With that, she brought her sexy foot up between my legs slowly to take aim then she brought it back and rammed it forward with all her might. I let out a high-pitched cry and fell to the floor.

The three women started laughing as I rolled around on the floor. "Ha, ha, listen to his voice. I think you turned him into a soprano mom," Lisa remarked.

"Ok, get back up right now!" instructed my mom. I tried to, but the pain was too much and I fell back down. "Johnny, I told you to get up, now get up!" I tried again only to fall back down.

"Well girls, I guess we'll have to help him up." She reached out and grabbed my balls in her hands, then pulled them upwards, totally stretching out my sac and crushing my balls. The pain was devastating, but I managed to get up this time, knowing that if I stayed down, my mom would likely pull my balls right from my body. When I was in a standing position, my mom released my balls and walked around behind me. She pulled my arms behind my back and held me so that I would not be able to fall again.

"Ok girls, who wants to go first."

"Me! I'll go first," Liz jumped at the opportunity. "I want to bust his little balls." She walked up to me and gave me an innocent little kiss on the cheek then, without warning, she drove her knee directly up into my balls, crushing them between her knee and my body. She brought her knee down then brought it up again even harder the second time.

"Wow, this is fun. You should have let us know about your little fetish sooner." I tried to fall, but my mother's grip made sure I couldn't. Liz backed up a little. Then she pulled her leg back and sent it flying into my nutsack. Her open toed platform shoe smashed my balls, causing even more pain then the kick that my mother gave me. After Liz gave me three more kicks, my mother said that it was Lisa's turn to go.

"Mom, can you lay him down on the floor now? I want to try something different," asked Lisa. My mother eased me down to the floor as Lisa requested, as she did so, I got a great look up her skirt, causing my dick to grow even harder. Lisa noticed my gawking. "Mom, the stupid fuck is looking up your skirt. What a sick pervert. I'm going to make it so that you're not going to want these balls anymore John." I wasn't sure of her intentions at first, but then it came clear to me what she was about to do as she raised her bare heel over my balls.

"Look into my eyes Johnny. I want to see the pain which my pretty little foot causes you." As soon as we made eye contact, she stomped her foot down and began grinding both of my balls between her foot and the hard wood floor. I screamed out in pain and that only made them laugh more at me. As my sister continued crushing my balls, I looked over and saw my mother and Liz actually reaching up under their skirts and fingering themselves. I couldn't believe that they could get turned on by my balls getting hurt. Finally Lisa released the pressure and, just as I was getting relieved from the pain, she smashed her foot back down into my balls, causing me to scream again.

Lisa looked over to see what mom and Lisa were doing. "Oh good, I'm not the only one who is getting turned on by busting John's balls. " She then removed her top, while still grinding my balls. Her breasts were amazing. As she started to bounce up and down on my nuts, her tits jumped to the beat. Even through all this pain, I was still able to get even more turned on by her bouncing breasts.

"Ok Lisa, I think that's about it for your turn," stated mom. "It’s my turn again." Lisa frowned and stomped her foot down on my balls one more time to release her disappointment. "Well, if you want to still hurt him, I don't mind, but his balls are mine, you'll have to find another spot to cause him pain." This cheered my sister up a bit. She walked around, stepped on my chest and began jumping up and down; it sure did hurt.

"Very good," said mom. "Now I'll give him some of my own pain." She stepped between my legs and, without warning, she dropped down on one knee directly on my balls with all her weight. She repeated that process about four times, each time hurting more than the previous. Then finally she stopped. She reached down and pulled my balls up giving them a hard squeeze. I rose to my feet in response.

"Ok Johnny, go stand against the wall so we can decide your next punishment. And spread those chicken legs of yours." I walked over to the wall, the humiliation of knowing they were laughing at my naked ass kept me turned on. As I stood there, I heard the three women whispering their plan. Finally they walked over.

"Well Johnny, we decided to only give you a few more kicks today. After all, we wouldn't want to pop them, would we Liz?"

"Oh no," said Liz as she seductively brushed her body against mine. " Then he would never be able to have kids and he'd die a virgin." The three women all laughed at the thought.

"Ok, well let’s finish up our little session for today. Johnny, we're going to play a little game. We'll each take a turn kicking your balls. Whichever one of us gives you the kick that makes you fall gets to ride on your face while the other two of us bust your balls for not letting us win. The only way you can win is if you make it through thirty kicks, ten from each of us. If you fall, the two losers get to stomp your nuts five times each. Ok sweetie, just tell us when you're ready." I saw my mom get ready for her first kick. I was determined to last for the whole thirty kicks, so I took a deep breath and said that I was ready.

My mom unleashed a vicious kick right away, completely devastating my nuts. I stumbled, but didn't fall. "Wow, one kick and you were that close to falling. Looks like you're in for a couple stomps."

Liz stepped up. She pulled her sexy foot way back behind her then brought it forward smashing my balls again. Although this kick hurt even more, I was not going to give up and fall. Lisa walked to the front of the line and delivered her kick with just as much force as my mother and Liz had but, instead of removing her foot, she left it there, crushing my balls against my groin. I felt her toes wiggle through her open toed platform. It made me so hard that I thought I'd blow my load right then and there. Finally she removed her shoe from my crotch. I was able to survive the next 24 kicks they gave me, only because of the pleasure I was experiencing, but now that it was the last round, the three women decided that there was no way I was going to make it standing up. On my mothers kick, the 28th kick I took, she kicked me with so much of her might that she let out a grunt when she swung her foot. I stumbled about a foot back, almost falling down.

"God dammit Johnny, I really wanted to orgasm all over your face. Oh well, your nuts are mine if you fall. Kick him as hard as you can girls; take this little fag son of mine down." Liz walked up for her turn, but instead of kicking me, she launched a side kick into my balls, smashing them into the wall behind me. She kept her foot there, grinding my nuts between her shoe and the wall. The pain was too much and I fell.

"YES, YES,YES. I did it! . Now lie down on your back John. I'm going to enjoy this. I did as she told me and she lowered her dripping cunt down onto my face, making it very hard to breath. She began rubbing her clit back and forth on my nose and, as she did so, my mother and Lisa began to stomp my balls, each stomp crushing them against the hard floor below.

"Why the fuck am I doing all the work?" asked Liz. She lowered herself down onto mouth and yelled at me to get my tongue going. I didn't need much motivation. With each stomp by my mother or sister, my tongue would twitch inside my sister’s pussy, easily bringing her to orgasm by the tenth stomp. She rolled off.

"Wow that was the most amazing experience of my life. It’s a good thing you won't be moving out for a while Johnny. We’ll be able to play this little game every day. That is, if its okay with you mom?"

"Damn right it is, but tomorrow we'll all get to take our turns riding his face. After all there's plenty to go around."

"Oh, my pussy gets wet just thinking about the fun we're going to have together John."

"Ok, well why don't we all go get cleaned up, after all, this calls for a celebration. We're eating out tonight girls. Oh yeah, you can come along too Johnny; we'll need a good footrest." With that, they left me there lying on the floor, laughing as they walked away.