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Brat

By: dreamingaway



She stood in the corner, her bright red ass turned out toward him. He knew from the way she was breathing she was trying to control her crying. He also knew that her ass was burning straight through to her pussy and that if he walked up and reached down between her legs right now she would open wide up for him and his fingers would be coated with her juices.

He hadn't meant to make her ass that red, but man...she could drive anyone nuts acting so bratty sometimes. They weren't even involved in a scene, this had happened during every day life. She just got to high and mighty for her own good and she needed to be taken down a few notches. He was just the one to do it too. Only problem was that now he was just as horny as she was but she was suppose to be being punished not enjoying herself!

He sat there, watching her breathe deep trying to gather her wits about her, stroking his cock the whole time. Finally she seemed to calm down enough and he called her to him. She hesitantly went towards him when she got in front of his chair she kneeled down in front of him. "Suck my cock, slut" were the only words out of his mouth, she immediately took him in to her mouth. 

Taking him deep till his cock hit the back of her throat and her face was buried in his groin. she then took her tongue and pressed it up against his vein as her mouth started working his shaft. He sat back and just let her do her work this time enjoying it, not helping. She sucked and licked his cock, moved her mouth down and took his balls into her mouth sucking them in before taking his cock back into her throat. She sucked him till he started to cum then pulled his cock out and let his cum shoot all over her face covering her in his white hot cum. She took her fingers to her face and wiped some off her cheek, brought her fingers to her mouth sucking them in and licking his cum off of them.

She needed to cum now so bad...he knew it too. Between the ass whipping still burning her ass and pussy and sucking him off she felt like she was going to burst with cum if she didn't get some release soon. He told her to go back to her corner...his cum drying on her face...she started to say something then thought better of it. Pouting, she did as she was told. He got up and got a few things...then went over behind her. He reached up between her legs and felt her pussy, his hands felt her juices on her thighs as it ran out of her pussy. Her cunt was dripping with pussy juice, she moaned and opened up for him at his first touch. 

She felt something slide up inside of her pussy...then leave her. all of a sudden her she felt it being rammed into her ass. She almost came right then but he leaned over and whispered in her ear that she wasn't allowed to cum yet. The intense pain and pleasure she felt from ass being taken in such a way was almost was to much. But she was trying so hard to be a good girl for him. He told her to hold that plug in her ass till he took it out. 

He started spanking her ass again...not as hard as he did the first time, this time was just to reawaken those nerve endings. The entire time he was spanking her ass again she was begging him to please let her cum...He never answered her...just kept telling her that she was his slut, his whore...if he wanted to play with her pussy and ass for 10 hours...with her not cumming...then that is what he would do. 

He turned her around, grabbed her nipples and led her to the coffee table, twisting and tweaking them as they walked...she failed miserably at not crying out. Each time she yelped out loud he just twisted even harder. He laid her down on the table just to where his hand would get a good slap right on her pussy and clit. He began spanking her pussy...always managing to not hit her clit which is what she wanted so much. His fingers would go and flick her plug that was in her ass making her moan and beg him to please please make her cum.. He pulled and stretched her pussy lips till he finally got to her clit. He just barely grazed a finger over it when she begged again...this time with tears in her eyes...she need to cum so bad...

He reached down, pinched her clit hard...told her " Cum now my slut...cum for me. Orgasm after orgasm racked her body...leaving her senseless afterwards. He helped her to bed, as they lay together she promised him she would do much better at behaving from now on......maybe ;)

Brat



"You better adjust your attitude or else I will do it for you little lady." She had been moody all day and her attitude was getting on my nerves now. 

"Mhm" She muttered, turning her head she looked out the window at the passing scenery. "Why is this drive taking so long?!" She exclaimed, putting her feet up on the dashboard. 

"Take your feet down." She completely ignored me. That was it, I had had enough of her acting like a brat. I pulled to the side of the road, we were driving in the countryside so it wasn't too busy but there was still the odd passer-by and vehicles. 

"What are you doing?!" She turned and looked at me with disgust. 

"I have warned you on several occasions today that you either tell me what is on your mind or quit with the attitude. You have done neither and then carried on to ignore me when I tell you to take your feet off my dashboard. So we will adjust your attitude right now." 

I didn't give her time to say anything as I got out the car and walked around to her side, opening the door and grabbing hold of her arm. 

"Stop it, I am not doing anything wrong! We are outside, you can't do anything here!" I ignored her and pulled her out of the seat.

I rested my foot on the tyre and bent her over my leg and she instantly started to fight back against me. I wrapped one arm around her waist and began to spank her. She had a pert little arse and I loved spanking her. Her jeans gave her some protection from my heavy swats but she wouldn't be wearing those for much longer. I slapped hard and her legs kicked up, "Oww, stop this! It hurts!" 

"If you had listened to me in the first place we wouldn't be in this situation now would we baby?" 

"Whatever!" 

"Clearly this isn't working, I obviously need to be harsher with you!" The little brat had a good attitude on her and I wasn't going to allow it anymore. I pulled down her jeans and she grabbed a hold of them, trying to cover her modesty, but I was stronger than her and it didn't take much to have them pushed down by her knees. 

"Oh look what we have here... You aren't wearing any knickers. You naughty little girl. No wonder you are bent over my knee being spanked." 

"We are outside, people will see us, stop it! Pull my jeans back up NOW!" I spanked her already pink arse, her legs kicking. 

"But I can see you are enjoying this little lady. You shouldn't be enjoying your punishment." She whimpered and bowed her head down, she clearly could feel her cunt getting sticky. I carried on spanking her, her arse cheeks getting redder and she began to sob. I had a great view by now as her jeans had fallen down to her ankles from her frantic kicking and her lack of underwear. Her cunt looked amazing - the obvious enjoyment began to run down her thighs. 

Just then, a car drove by and she shrieked, trying to cover herself up. I pushed her hands away and spanked her again. "Baby if you weren't a naughty girl you wouldn't be treat like a naughty girl. And now other people can see what a disobedient girl you are. Maybe you will begin to listen to me when I talk to you." She bowed her head and I started to spank her again. I slapped her cunt and her body instantly reacted by pushing back against me. She loved her spankings just as much as I did. 

"Do you think I need to use the belt little lady?" 

She gasped, "No Sir. Please. Not here." I ran my finger down her wet slit, her hips moving upwards, but I quickly slapped her again, her lips now more swollen and sticky. She sobbed and begged me not to use the belt in public. "Please Sir, I'll do anything, can't it wait until we are home?" I thought about it for a moment, my fingers lightly tracing her hot skin, her cunt clenching in desperation.

"Give me your bag baby." Her breath caught, she knew what I was going to do. 

"No please, not that either." 

"Do not argue with me again. I have given you the other option and you do not get to choose your punishment. Give me your bag. Now." 

She quickly scrambled to her feet, and leaned into the car, picking up her bag and hesitantly giving it to me. Her face was blotchy and red from crying and she pleaded with me with her gorgeous brown eyes, but I wasn't going to give in. I took the bag from her and opened it, taking out what I needed. 

"Put this back in the car and close the door." She did as she was told and turned back to me. I looked her up and down, she was shaking from the excitement and humiliation. Her jeans were down to her ankles and her hands were in front of her cunt, trying to give her some modesty, but I could see the glistening down her thighs. God, she was making my cock twitch. 

"Turn around and put your hands against the window." She slowly turned, her sobs began again. She didn't argue this time. Her arse was a lovely shade of red and I couldn't wait to get home and fuck her. I stepped forward and put my hand under her stomach, pushing her arse out. "Spread your legs." 

She shuffled her feet apart and I couldn't help but crouch down so her cunt was at my eye level. I moved forward and lapped her juices up, her arse pressing into my face. My tongue circled her clit, her moans audible as I teased her. I looked up, her hands had slid slightly down the widow. "Spread yourself for Daddy." Her hands quickly left the window and grabbed at her sore arse cheeks, pulling them apart so I had her on full display. I laughed, "Eager little slut aren't you?" I could sense her embarrassment. I spat on her cunt and stood back up.

"Bend over a little more." She did so and I unscrewed the cap on the lube I had taken from her bag. I squeezed some onto her arsehole, and gently rubbed it in. 

"Now, I told you I would give you an attitude adjustment and you didn't believe me." I took some more lube and let it run down her arse crack and onto her hole, she was writhing at the cold sensation and the suspension was making her anxious. 

"Just because we are in the car does not mean I won't pull over and give you what you need." I thrust my finger into her arsehole and she cried out. "Do not doubt me again little lady." 

I pulled my finger half way out and squeezed more lube onto it. "I am fed up of you acting like a little brat and I will continue to treat you like a little brat until you understand." I pushed my finger back inside of her. 

"Naughty little girls get punished and I have no problem with taking you over my knee like a naughty little girl." I moved my finger around inside of her, making her uncomfortable. "I also don't mind if people see. So you might begin to learn to behave in public, unless you want everyone to see what a naughty little girl you are. Do you want that?" 

She sniffled, a weak 'no' coming from her mouth. I pushed further into her, "What?" 

"No Sir, I do not want that. I am sorry for acting like a brat towards you." 

"That's better baby." Pushing more lube into her, I continued to probe her tight little arsehole for a minute. I slowly removed my finger and pulled up her jeans. She let go of her arse and stood up, letting me button them up. I handed her the lube and opened the door. "Sit down." I watched as she slowly got in, the pain visible on her face. I smirked and closed the door. Getting back into the driver's seat I turned and told her to buckle up. 

She didn't dare complain how long the rest of the journey took even though she knew I was driving slower now as I was enjoying watching how uncomfortable she was, with lube leaking out of her arsehole and her cheeks burning. Not only that, I knew she was desperate to be filled with my cock. She loved to have me fuck her after her spankings and it only drew out the punishment the longer I made her wait.



Brat Discipline



Ever since Larry Howe married Melinda's mother four years earlier he'd had a trying and turbulent relationship with his step-daughter. Larry thought that some kind of resentment and hostility was natural and to be expected – he thought that would be overcome as they lived together longer and became more used to each other. Since she turned eighteen six months earlier, Melinda entered into a constant battle-of-wills with Larry. Each time Larry tried to assert control or some sort of authority Melinda would push back harder. It had been like that, more or less, since Larry and Melinda's mom had married. The last six months, though, had brought things to a whole new level.

Larry wanted to avoid any conflict with Melinda while her mother was out of town on business. Catherine, Melinda's mom, had to travel every few weeks.  Larry had hoped that since school was over for the summer things would have settled down between him and Melinda, but the warm weather coupled with her attitude and choice of clothing only exasperated things. 

Saturday night found Larry in his favorite brown recliner in the living room, reading a new Jack Reynolds novel he'd just purchased. This was his treat to himself since he'd completed all the tasks on Catherine's to-do-list. Every time Catherine went away for her business trips Larry invariably found a list of chores to keep him busy while she was gone. Keeping his wife happy was important to Larry, and getting the various tasks completed kept her happy. An unhappy Catherine was no fun for Larry. 

He could hear Melinda walking around upstairs. Larry decided he would just remind her of her curfew and let it go at that. Larry thought that was the best way to avoid any trouble and the rest of the day had been very quiet without any hint of a problem. Even the steady reverberating heavy thump of bass that Melinda played any time she went into her room didn't seem as loud tonight.

The thump of Melinda's music stopped and the only noise Larry could hear now came from the clock hanging in the hallway. He could hear Melinda coming down the steps. He closed his book to speak to Melinda, but he wasn't prepared for what he saw next.

At his age Larry thought little could shock him. He thought by now he'd seen and heard it all and despite all of Melinda's antics nothing she'd done to this point had been shocking. That was until Saturday night when Melinda came down from her room dressed for a night out. Melinda braided her long blonde hair into matching pigtails that hung past her shoulders. She wore a pink t-shirt with the word "brat" sequined across the front; its thin gauzy material clung to the ample curves of her breasts leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Melinda's skirt, if it could even be called that, barely covered her bottom. The red plaid material if caught by the right amount of wind would blow up exposing her panties for the entire world to see. 

Catherine would kill Larry if she knew he let Melinda leave the house like that. Larry knew in good conscience that he could not pretend he had not seen her to avoid an argument. He needed to put his foot down and if it meant her screaming and cursing then it would have to be that way.

"You can't go out dressed like that," Larry said.

Melinda paused at the foot of the stairs long enough to pull the lollipop she had been sucking on out of her mouth. Her lips were already stained cherry red from the coloring in the lollipop. "Fuck you, you're not my father." She laughed and kept walking towards the front door.

"I'm your step-father and I forbid you from leaving dressed like that," Larry said. Larry could feel his blood pressure tick up a few points, but he was intent on winning this battle.

"I'm going to wear this and I don't care what you say," she said. She took one step closer to the door. She glared at Larry, daring him to say or do anything.

"If you won't change your clothes then you aren't allowed out this evening," Larry said. He tried to sound as forceful and as confident as possible.

Melinda laughed. Larry had not heard her laugh that loud or hard in a long time. "You can't tell me what to do," she said matter-of-factly. "Don't wait up, daddy. I'll be home late."

That was it, Larry was tired of her attitude, her queen bitch, bratty attitude, her continuous disrespect and the way she talked to him all the time. Larry took the few remaining steps out of the living room, quicker than Melinda thought possible, and stood in front of her. Larry twisted her wrist, her lollipop dropped to the hardwood floor and splintered into a half-dozen sticky pieces. Melinda's mouth gaped open in surprise.

"Let go of me," she screamed. "I'm going to tell mom."

"Listen here," Larry hissed. "I'm going to do something I should've done a long time ago."

Larry pulled Melinda by the wrist into the living room. "You've had this coming a long, long time little girl." Larry pulled Melinda down and forced her across his lap.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she cried. She started to kick and scream louder. She thrashed her long legs around as her braids slapped against the back of his arm. She writhed on Larry's lap trying to pull free but his left arm kept her pinned. 

Larry raised his right hand and swatted her ass through the thin material of her skirt. He must have caught Melinda by surprise because she stopped screaming. He raised his hand and brought it down a second time across her bottom. Melinda howled in protest as Larry's hand made contact with her a third and fourth time.

"That's enough," she cried after the fifth whack.

Melinda began to squirm. Larry could feel her flat stomach rub against his thighs. She wriggled her hips trying to pull away from him. The practically non-existent skirt bunched up around her waist. Her bottom came into plain view. She had had enough good sense to wear underwear, even though there didn't seem to be much fabric to them. They were pink, to match her t-shirt no doubt, the thin material in the back wedged gently between her butt cheeks. Her bottom was fleshy but quite firm with no excess jiggling from her thrashing about. 

Larry paused momentarily, his hand raised above her backside, to take in his step-daughter's shapely backside. Lest he forget though, she needed to be disciplined. The time for her antics was over and any embarrassment she felt from Larry seeing her ass would be far outweighed by the lesson she would learn.

Larry brought his hand down hard against her rear end. The snap of his palm against her butt cheek bounced off the walls. Larry's hand left a light imprint where it struck her.

"Oooohhh," she howled. "That's bare skin you hit." Melinda flung her right hand behind her to try and cover her bottom from another smack. Larry intercepted her hand with his right and pinned it against her back. She was now immobile.

That's when Larry first felt it, it didn't feel like much – but he could definitely feel his cock twitch and start to grow. Melinda's backside grew redder and redder as Larry delivered her punishment. The whole time Melinda writhed and thrashed around on his lap.

"Hold still. You're making this worse than it has to be."

"Stop it," Melinda wailed. "It hurts."

Melinda's tight, firm body rubbed and slid along Larry's erect penis. Every little movement on her part sent a wave of pleasure inadvertently coursing through his body. Larry knew what Melinda was doing to him, but he wondered if Melinda had any idea what she was doing to him. It felt like the hottest, most erotic lap dance Larry ever experienced.

Larry briefly lost his concentration as his body reveled in this wonderful sensation. It was just enough time for Melinda to break free of his grip. She rolled off his lap and jumped to her feet. She stood there rubbing her tender behind, careless of the fact that her bottom was still exposed to Larry.

Larry was breathing heavily from the exertion. He could feel tiny beads of sweat on his bald forehead and he figured his face was beet red. His cock was throbbing uncontrollably in his pants.

Melinda stared at him with a look of disgust on her face. "You fucking pervert," she snarled at Larry. "I can't believe you did that." 

Melinda's look of disgust soon turned to one of horror. "Oh my god, look at you, you dirty old man. I can't believe you got a fucking hard on from that."

Larry looked down at the front of his gray sweatpants bulging from his erection.  "Melinda, I ... I ... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen ... honestly." Larry felt like he wanted to cry, but his cock continued to throb – aching for release.

At that second Larry felt a familiar warmth flow from his prick. Larry looked down and to his shock he saw a circular wet spot begin to grow on the crotch of his pants.

"Oh my god," Melinda started to laugh. "You just shot a load in your fucking pants." Her laughter continued as she adjusted her skirt, turned on her heels and stormed out of the house making sure to slam the door behind her. A second later the door opened again. "Don't wait up; I'm going to be late." Larry could hear Melinda's laughter the whole way out on the porch and down the front steps.

Larry looked down at the drenched and sticky front of his sweats. His humiliation was complete and final. Any hope of ever getting Melinda to cooperate was long gone. He'd tried to discipline her but all she did was laugh and to make things worse he'd gotten a full blown erection and came in his pants. Larry trudged up the steps to the bathroom to clean up. He choked back tears.

In the bathroom Larry removed his pants and tossed them in the hamper. The inside of his underwear was covered with a thick spattering of come. Larry put them in the sink to hand wash. He didn't want to risk having his wife find his accidental discharge and have to explain it to her. By this time his prick had shrunk and disappeared into the tangles of his come-coated pubic hair. Larry washed everything up as good as possible and tried to put the disastrous evening behind him. He knew this would not be the end of it, but for the time being he wanted to forget about it.

Larry tried to read. Each time he picked up his book his mind was soon distracted over what had just happened. Soon he found even the pretense of picking up the book to be too much. He closed the book and moved to in front of his computer.

With a few mouse clicks Larry was at one of his favorite sites. It promised nothing but fresh, cock hungry legal teens. Larry soon happened across a series of pictures that set his heart racing. Before too long Larry had his pants and underwear pushed down to his ankles with his fist pumping at his newly engorged prick. His earlier thoughts were being replaced quickly with thoughts of his lush-bodied step-daughter. In his mind her face replaced the model's face on the computer screen. He had never thought of Melinda that way, so on one level this revolted him but on another it was pure and raw sexual excitement. He concentrated even more heavily on how her body felt as it wriggled and writhed all over his lap. He loved the feeling it produced in his cock as it was pushed and pulled in so many different directions by her movement. Larry felt a new fleeting feeling. It was one of power. He had not realized until now but for a few moments Melinda did not know how to react and her first response was to be quiet and after all hadn't she protested her spanking?

Melinda finally arrived back home around four o'clock in the morning. She was five hours past her curfew, but Larry was going to let it go this time. He wasn't in any mood to fight with her again and he hadn't yet formulated his plan.

Larry avoided Melinda for the day. She slept late as expected and when Larry arrived home from running an errand she had left for an afternoon of what Larry expected was shopping.

Larry didn't see Melinda until Monday. Once again Larry was in his favorite recliner watching the evening edition of the local news. He could hear Melinda upstairs and even though her music was too loud he decided it was best not to say anything, after all he'd had two days of silence and no confrontations. There was only another two days until Catherine came home and then Melinda's behavior would straighten up and things would return to more or less normal.

Melinda's loud music abruptly stopped. Larry heard her bedroom door open and close and her footsteps across the upstairs hallway. Soon Melinda was coming downstairs and Larry just kept his eyes glued to the television. He was bound and determined not to have any confrontations with Melinda.

Before he knew what happened Larry's view of the screen was blocked by his preening step-daughter. Melinda had her hair pulled back into a ponytail and instead of a pink shirt it was white and just as tight. The outfit was completed by a pair of tight green jogging shorts that covered slightly more of her ass than her skirt did.

"I'm going shopping," Melinda declared.

"Fine," Larry said. He motioned for her to move out of the way so he could go back to watching the news.

"Can I wear this out, daddy?" Melinda motioned with her hands to draw attention to the taut fabric covering her ample tits and the short shorts she wore.

"I'm not going to say a word," Larry said.

"Maybe I should be spanked again." Melinda turned around to show Larry her ass. "Look my shorts aren't that much different than that cute little skirt I had on."

"Just go. You've made your point."

"Come on daddy. Don't you want to turn me over your knee again and spank me until you come in your pants like you did Saturday night?"

Melinda stood there silent for a moment.

"Well if you aren't going to bite then I'm just going to go. Oh, could I borrow some money?"

"Melinda, your mom gave you some money before she left. What happened to it?"

Melinda leaned over where Larry was sitting, practically thrusting her tits into Larry's face. "I promise I'll be nice to you, very nice," Melinda shook her breasts to emphasize her point.

"Melinda, just leave. I'm not giving you any money. You should have plenty."

"But, I don't want to spend my own money."

"Maybe you should get a job. I know your friends have jobs. I just saw the other day that Burgerhut is hiring."

"Me? Get a job? Any how have you seen the people that work and eat at Burgerhut? No way would I ever work there. That's so beneath me."

"What about Vito's Pizza? You like their food and your one friend works there."

"Yeah, but she always smells like a pizza – even on her days off. So, I don't think so. Now, can I have my money?"

"No, I said."

Melinda straightened up. "Okay daddy. If you don't want mom to find out about our little incident you're going to start helping me out with some extra cash when I need it. She'd be heart broken if she found out her precious little daughter was spanked by you and then to make matters worse you blew a load all over your tighty whities."

At that moment Larry wanted nothing more than to turn his bratty step-daughter over his knee and give her the spanking she so richly deserved. He could even feel a growing sense of excitement at the thought of her splayed out across his lap wriggling and squirming.

Larry looked Melinda's figure up and down for a few seconds. He felt dejected and defeated. If Melinda was going to keep her mouth shut he knew he'd have to play her game. He didn't like it but until he found a way out things would have to be this way. 

Melinda knew he was looking her over, but it didn't matter to her. His eyes told a different story; to her he looked broken. To add insult to injury she added, "Did you get a nice look, daddy?"

Larry sighed; looking defeated and said, "Okay, there's about eighty bucks upstairs on my dresser."

"Thanks daddy," Melinda said. "I have it already. I knew we could work something out."

Larry seethed at this latest defeat. He couldn't see any way out of this; he knew Melinda had him and unless he wanted Catherine finding out about this he'd have to play along. When Melinda taunted him with her ass and tits and asking if she should be spanked Larry felt his cock twitch in his pants again. At that moment he would've liked nothing better than to have felt her writhing around on his lap again, her breasts rubbing his leg, her hips wriggling on his lap as he brought his hand down across her bottom again.

Soon Larry was sporting a fully engorged erection. At this point attempting to change his train of thought was useless. Only one thing would cure that. Larry turned off the television and headed to his computer.

Just as Larry finished cleaning up the phone started to ring. Larry sat back in his recliner and picked up the phone.

"Hello," Larry said.

"Hey, honey. How are you?" Larry heard Catherine's voice on the other end.

"I'm good. Everything is going fine here, but I miss you."

"I miss you too. So, did you get everything done on that list I left you?"

"Yes, I did," Larry said.

"Did you get all that brush cleaned out from behind the garage? You didn't do that the last time like you said you had."

"The last time was a mistake. How many times do I have to apologize for that?"

"Larry, I don't like that tone."

"I'm sorry," Larry said feeling subdued.

"Are you using coasters too? I don't want you to get any rings on the coffee table and on the end tables."

"Yes, I'm doing that too. I also picked up a book since I finished up the list."

"Oh, did you get anything interesting?"

"Yeah, I actually picked up two Jack Reynolds novels. They were paperbacks so they didn't cost that much."

"Jack Reynolds? Isn't he the one that writes those semi-pornographic stories with half-naked girls on the covers?"

"Come on, Catherine, they aren't that bad."

"I can't believe you read that pervert's stuff. Sometimes I wonder about you, Larry."

"Anyhow, I can't wait for you to get home."

"Hey, that's why I called. I wanted to tell you I won't be home when I'm supposed to be."

"Oh no, is something wrong?"

"Calm down, Larry. No, but my boss, Mr. Kline, called. He asked me to stay here an extra day and then after that if I could fly out to Seattle for three days."

"Can't you tell him no? I mean that will make almost two weeks you'll be gone. You've never had to do that before."

"I know, I know, but this trip is sort of important. I told Kline though that the time in Seattle would count for next month's trip and that the month after he'd have to find somebody else to go for a change."

"How'd he take that?"

"He actually agreed. I was kind of surprised myself, so just think I won't have to travel for almost three months after that."

"That'll be good. I guess I won't get home until next Monday or so?"

"Yeah, probably late Monday."

"I love you Catherine," Larry said.

"I love you too, Larry. Tell Mel to call me later."

Larry hung up the phone. He thought he was out of the woods with Melinda when Catherine came home but this unexpected trip extension just meant that Melinda would probably turn up the pressure on him while she was gone. Larry knew he'd have to gain the upper hand somehow if he ever had a chance of regaining his dignity.

The next few days were a frustrating whirlwind to Larry of Melinda flaunting her body and his rules. Her curfew meant little to her as she thought she had Larry wrapped around her little finger. Melinda's borrowing also continued to increase. At first it was twenty or thirty bucks, but soon that was not enough. That Thursday night Melinda informed Larry she'd need two hundred dollars. Wanting to avoid any ugly confrontations or any possible fall out Larry stopped at the ATM machine on his way home from work.

"I'll take my money now daddy," Melinda said.

As Melinda's outfits go this night's was fairly conservative. She was wearing a tight black tank top that drew anybody's gaze to her firm tits and the amazing amount of cleavage on display. Larry thought her breasts looked like they were in danger of popping out of her top if she breathed in too deeply. To maintain the peace Larry didn't say a word.




Brat Discipline



"Here's your money," Larry said handing over a roll of twenties to Melinda.

"Thanks daddy," Melinda said. "Did you get a nice look?" Melinda cupped her tits and squeezed them.

Before Larry could utter a reply Melinda had turned on her heels and was headed out the door.

"Oh, by the way, don't wait up for me."

Larry didn't bother to wait up for Melinda; he knew it would be of no use. When he finally turned in after the eleven o'clock news there was no sign of his step-daughter. He didn't think there would be for several more hours.

Larry was woken up several hours later to the slamming of the front door and the sound of Melinda coming up the steps to the second floor. He listened as he heard her bedroom door close and then the loud music started up. Larry tried to block out the music with his pillow, which helped some but not entirely.

'She's gotta be drunk,' Larry thought.

For the next few minutes Larry could hear her stumbling around and the shower running. Not once did the music die down. Larry waited patiently for the music to turn off. After what seemed like an eternity Larry got out of bed; he couldn't have the music blaring all night since he had to get up and go to work.

Larry trudged down the hall, his eyes bleary with sleep. Cautiously he knocked on Melinda's bedroom door. "Melinda, could you please turn down that music."

The volume didn't change at all.

Larry knocked again, this time more insistently. "Melinda, please turn down the music. I need to get up in a few hours."

Once again nothing changed.

"Damn it, Melinda." Larry opened the door and looked into Melinda's room. The reason she never turned the music down was because she was on top of her covers on her bed fast asleep and dead to the world.

Larry turned off the stereo which elicited a slight moan from Melinda. Larry looked over at his sleeping step-daughter. She was wearing only a light blue thong and a skimpy white tank top. Larry allowed himself a few extra moments to admire her lush body in the dim glow of the bedroom lamp. He admired her bottom and its firm roundness and the rise and fall of her firm, perky tits with each of her steady breaths. He noted the hard nubs of nipples poking through the fabric of her top. Larry knew he should leave her room as soon as possible. He didn't want to risk her waking up and her finding him standing there like that.

Larry's prick had grown extremely hard while he was looking at Melinda. A tiny spark in his brain told him to pull his cock out and jerk off right then and there. In the time it took him to finish she would never wake up or probably even move. That would certainly be one small measure of revenge on his bratty step-daughter.

Another part of him told him if he was going to jack off why not cop a feel while she laid there. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to squeeze Melinda's ass and rub it with his hand. To do that while jerking off would have been pure heaven. Maybe, Larry thought, he could even pull her top up enough to get a nice look at those tits. Larry thought better of trying anything while Melinda slept, if she woke up that would be one sure way for him to lose any semblance of order and control he might have with Melinda.

Larry stopped at the door before leaving to take another look at his sleeping step-daughter. It wasn't big and if it wasn't for the strap of her thong being pushed askew he might never have seen it. But there it was, once you saw it, it seemed as big as day. Melinda, at some time in the recent past, had gotten a tattoo. It wasn't much, just a shamrock, but it was undeniable: she had a tattoo.

Larry's mood changed right away and for the better. He was going to jerk off and enjoy it and do it while thinking of Melinda, but something else had changed. All of the sudden he knew how he would get the upper hand over her.

It was well known to anybody that Catherine hated tattoos. Larry knew it and Melinda, especially Melinda, knew it, too. He knew he'd never be able to figure out why she got one. Now, Larry knew that Melinda's days of lording over him were over. The cash flow at that very moment ceased, although Melinda didn't know any of this yet. Their relationship had just changed for the better. At that moment Larry couldn't have been happier. He decided that Friday would be the day he would tell her that things had changed.

Friday evening seemed to drag while Larry waited for Melinda to come home from her earlier running around. He knew she would be home soon to shower and begin to get ready for her night out. Larry didn't know where exactly she went, but she was always out late and usually came home tipsy or drunk. All he had to do was wait for the right moment to spring his surprise on her.

Like clockwork Melinda came home and announced she was home by loudly shutting the front door. She stopped in the entrance way long enough to look at her step-father sitting in his recliner.

"Don't you ever move?"

Larry put his book down in his lap and asked, "Did you have a nice afternoon?"

"Fine," she sneered. "Did you see the note I left for you? I'm going to need some cash to go out tonight."

"Don't worry; it's all taken care of."

"Thank you, daddy."

Melinda disappeared upstairs. Larry went to the refrigerator and got a beer out. He needed a little liquid encouragement if he was going to go through with this. Soon, Larry heard the shower running. His prick hardened as he imagined his nubile step-daughter standing under the spray, the hot water trickling in rivulets over her large breasts and down her flat stomach. He thought of her masturbating in the steamy shower, her fingers caressing her clit, as she thought of some guy she met while shopping, or maybe out at her under-twenty-one clubs. It was enough to drive him wild.

After the shower quit running Larry went upstairs. This time Melinda's music wasn't blaring or shaking the windows. He could hear her talking on her cell phone. He couldn't make out what she was talking about.

Larry tapped lightly on the door. "Melinda."

"What?"

"I have your money and I wanted to talk to you real quick."

Larry heard her speak to the person on the other end of the phone, "I'll call you back. Daddy is here."

Larry opened the door and poked his head in. Melinda was dressed in another almost non-existent skirt, similar to the one that triggered the whole spanking episode; on top she wore a white blouse tied under her breasts that accentuated their size and her flat stomach and belly piercing.

"So daddy, how do I look?"

"You look just fine," he said.

"Too bad you weren't here sooner; you could've helped me pick out my underwear. I was torn between this really cute blue pair and a pink one – you know pink like that time you spanked me."

"Oh, that's too bad," Larry sighed. "I would've enjoyed helping you decide."

"As you can see I chose the blue pair." Melinda raised the hem of her skirt far enough for Larry to get a good look at the barely-there panties she had on. "These also came as a set with my bra," Melinda added. She pulled aside her blouse to show him the cup of the bra bulging with her large breasts.

"Very nice."

"Ooh, I knew you'd say that you pervert. I hope you can restrain yourself and not try to spank me again for going out like this."

"That's what I came up here to talk to you about."

"What's that daddy?"

"I'm not giving you any more money. You can use your own and you're not going out tonight either."

"What the fuck gives you that idea daddy?"

"I'm your step-father and while you live here you will live by my rules."

"Oh, that's rich," Melinda said laughing. "In case you forgot, daddy, you're the one that got a hard on while you spanked me and then you shot a load all over yourself. Mom will eat your balls for breakfast when I tell her that little story."

"You're not telling your mother any such thing. Plus, she won't believe you anyhow."

"Yeah, well we'll see about that." Melinda picked up her cell phone and started to scroll through her address book.

Larry grabbed her wrist and pried the cell phone out of her hand. He closed it and tossed it on the bed.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Larry pulled Melinda tight against his body. She screamed and thrashed as he held her tight. Her short skirt rode up and her bare bottom rubbed against his crotch causing his cock to grow instantly and dig into her soft flesh.

"You fucking pervert let go of me," Melinda screamed.

"Here's why the cash machine dried up and why you're going to do what your daddy wants."

Larry cinched his arm in closer, restraining Melinda even more tightly. Her body felt just as exquisite as the other night, maybe even more so. Larry pulled her closer towards him. He loved the way her ass felt when it shifted his cock around in his pants from all her movements.

With his free hand Larry grabbed the waistband of Melinda's skirt and yanked on it. At first it barely moved down over her hips.

"Stop that, now."

Larry pushed on the waist again. This time it slipped over her hips, revealing her blue panties. Larry grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked those down easily revealing one side of her hip.

"What's that Melinda?" Larry said. "How long did you think you could get away with that?"

Melinda stopped thrashing around and looked at her exposed tattoo in the mirror. "It's not what you think." Melinda broke away from Larry's grip and turned around and faced him.

"It's exactly what I think it is. You know what your mom thinks about those things."

Melinda burst into tears that streamed down her cheeks and towards her mouth and chin. "Please don't tell mom," she wailed.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell her? Especially after all the shit you've put me through this past week."

"If it's about the money I can pay you back. I swear I have enough for that and more," Melinda said through a hail of tears.

Larry didn't say a word. He just stood in front of the crying girl. She had pulled her panties and skirt up enough to cover the tattoo but they still sat very low on her hips. Her chest heaved with each burst of tears she let out. Larry thoughtfully rubbed his chin as he looked her over.

"Please, daddy say something," Melinda said after a few horribly silent moments.

Melinda started to cry again; she dropped to her knees and began to plead. "Please daddy," she cried. "I'm sorry about it all. I shouldn't have done any of it."

"Take off your blouse," Larry said. He reached down and rubbed his erection through his pants.

"Is this what this is all about? You want to fuck me, you pervert, don't you?"

Melinda unknotted the blouse and let it slide off her shoulders onto the floor behind her. Her face was a defiant sneer. She sat on the floor in front of him, her breasts barely contained in the skimpy bra she had on.

"Well I can play that game daddy. If you can keep a secret so can I."

Larry undid the button and zipper on his pants and pulled out his prick. Melinda made a disgusted looking face at the sight of his erection.

"I know you're going to like this," Larry said.

He wrapped his hand in Melinda's ponytail and pulled her face towards his throbbing hard on. She tried to pull her head away but as soon as the tip of his cock brushed her lips he thrust his hips forcing his cock into her mouth. Larry pushed her head down until her nose smashed into his pubic hair.

"Uhh," Larry groaned as his prick became enveloped in the warmth and wetness of his step-daughter's mouth.

Larry let Melinda's head go as she willingly pulled his cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down both sides and along the underside several times until it glistened in the light of the end table lamp. Larry could feel his legs start to quiver a bit.

Melinda took his cock out of her mouth and started to jerk it off. Larry could feel it grow a little harder and more solid. He liked the wet squishy noise it made as she stroked it furiously.

"That's it daddy, keep your cock nice and hard for me." Larry could hear a subtle mocking tone in her voice but at that moment he didn't care.

She lapped at the mushroom-shaped head of his pecker, her tongue flicked along the underside sending shivers through his body. He felt light-headed, like he could pass out. He held onto her head not so much to guide her movements but to steady his.

"Suck my cock harder you little brat."

He pulled her further down on his cock catching her by surprise. He could hear a deep gagging sound coming from her throat. Larry could feel his dick head bounce off the back of her throat. Melinda struggled to pull back and when Larry finally let her, she spit a huge wad of saliva onto his cock.

"You nasty little slut," Larry said.

He pulled his spit-covered prick from her mouth and slapped her face with it. Melinda recoiled with a disgusted look on her face.

"That's disgusting," Melinda tried to wipe the spit off her face, but Larry just smacked her with his prick on the other side of her face.

Melinda's tears had finally dried on her cheeks, the smudged eyeliner the only evidence she had been sobbing at all. Though it was barely noticeable she was rubbing her thigh as she polished Larry's knob, her fingers flirting with the crotch of her panties. However, Larry noticed it.

"You like this don't you?" Larry said.

Melinda pulled away from his cock looking disgusted. "No, you're fucking crazy. I'm just doing this so you won't tell mom about my tattoo."

"Then I bet your cunt isn't wet, is it?" Larry kicked his pants off from around his feet and grabbed her arm.

She struggled against his tight grasp. "Please daddy wasn't that enough?"

Larry yanked her up off the floor as she stumbled and was led to the bed. He gave her a little extra push and she bounced onto the bed, her tits jiggling in their bra, her skirt a twisted and bunched up piece of fabric rather than a piece of clothing.

"Was that enough? Are you kidding?"

He was on top of her in a matter of seconds. Melinda struggled futilely to pull away as Larry kissed her neck. He sucked bits of her tender skin into his mouth, nibbling at her neck and earlobes. He moved his attention down from her neck and started to kiss the upper slopes of her tits.

A slight moan escaped from Melinda's lips. Larry heard that and stopped. He looked her in the eyes. 

"No more daddy, no more," she pleaded.

"Then why are you so flushed?"

Larry grabbed the cups of her bra and pushed them over her breasts. Melinda emitted another little moan. Her tits burst free of their confines as he looked at them practically salivating. Larry leaned his head down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He slurped on it noisily as he worked the tender nipple between his lips as he felt it grow stiffer. His tongue circled her pink areola and lapped at her stiff nipples. Melinda could no longer protest her excitement.

She lifted her hips and pressed them suggestively into Larry. Melinda knew she should feel disgusted, after all everything about this man disgusted her. Being so exposed and vulnerable to him made it all the more exciting. She could feel her pussy gushing with excitement.

Larry buried his face into the deep cleavage of his step-daughter's tits. His tongue and mouth groped for all the sweet young flesh it could possibly take in. Melinda no longer struggled; she was a passive if not excited participant.

"Fuck," Melinda whimpered as Larry ravaged her tits with his tongue.

Larry continued unabated. His hands roamed all over Melinda's lower body, squeezing and groping at her hips and ass. He ran his hands over her thighs and would flirt with the fabric of her dampening panties. Although he had not touched her pussy yet he could feel the heat pouring off of it.

He moved past her tits and down her stomach. He spent as much time on her smooth flat stomach as he did on her breasts. He kissed and caressed his way over her stomach; he playfully bit at her hips. Melinda could feel an odd sense of anticipation building within her as her step-father moved closer and closer to her sex.

Melinda could feel Larry's hot breath along the waist band of her panties. His tongue slid over her soft skin. She let out little moans and sighs and it was all she could do to restrain herself. She caressed his bald head with her hand as he teased her.

"Please daddy," she moaned.

"Please what?"

"Don't stop," she moaned.

"So much for the queen brat."

Melinda didn't say a word. She didn't need to all she did was raise her hips slightly for Larry. He grabbed her panties and yanked them aside. Melinda felt the cool air of the room against her wet pussy. Larry licked his lips in anticipation.

"Such a pretty pussy." He lightly touched her rose petal lips, his fingers grew slick from her juices.

Larry buried his head into Melinda's crotch. She gasped and sucked in her breath as his tongue darted into her sopping hole. She felt it part her lips and wiggle its way up over her clit where he tapped it on her swollen nub. She threw her head back into the pillow and let out a loud moan.

Melinda couldn't believe how good his tongue felt on her clit. Larry circled his tongue quickly around her clit again before dipping into her honey pot again. She could feel her juices completely coating her pussy and dripping over her thighs towards her asshole. She hadn't been that wet in a long time and nobody had ever eaten her pussy with such skill.

"You're such a little whore. Aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy, I'm a little whore."

"Whose whore are you?"

"I'm your whore, daddy. Are you going to fuck me now, daddy?"

"Not yet, you little brat."

Larry motioned for Melinda to roll over. She rolled over onto her stomach and raised her ass into the air. He moved behind her and looked over her round bottom, fully exposed to him.

"I've been a real bitch lately, haven't I?"

"Yes you have."

Larry lightly smacked her one ass cheek. She slowly wiggled her bottom for Larry. He smacked the other.

"This is for the slutty things you wear every where you go."

He slapped her ass. This time Melinda winced as his palm stung her behind.

"This is for the bitchy attitude you've had while your mother is gone."

He slapped her other ass cheek. A red handprint was immediately visible on her bare skin.

"I have been such a bitch, daddy," Melinda said. Larry could see a tear in the corner of her eye.

"You're right you have been," he said. "Here's for all the money you've extorted from me."

Larry slapped her ass several more times in quick succession. Both of her ass cheeks glowed with a cherry red color from his spankings.

"Are you still my little whore?"

"Yes, daddy, I'm your little whore."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Please daddy, fuck me."

Larry grabbed her hips and yanked her to the edge of the bed. He positioned himself behind her and with one quick thrust impaled her on his hard cock.

"Uhhh," Melinda yelped as her step-father's cock sank into her up to the hilt.

He squeezed her hips as he thrust wildly into her wet pussy. He would pull out almost completely before slamming back into her. Her pussy did not feel like it wanted to let go of his shaft. He loved the feeling as her pussy seemed to mold to every stroke of his hard cock.

Larry was relentless as he slammed his cock into his step-daughter. With every thrust her moans grew louder. Melinda reached between her legs and began to strum her clit. She was as anxious to come as Larry was.

"Oh, daddy, that feels so good," Melinda said. She buried her head in her pillow to stifle the loudest moans.

"I knew my little whore would like that," Larry said through gritted teeth.

Melinda could feel her orgasm mounting. The electric tingle that began in her clit had spread and now felt like a throbbing excitement in her loins. Larry continued to fuck his little whore as she rubbed her clit with abandon.




Brat Discipline



"Oh shit," Melinda cried.

Larry felt her pussy walls contract and then a wave of warmth flooded over his prick. She shuddered and whimpered in pleasure as her orgasm wracked her body. She had never felt anything like that in her life.

"Open up and say ahh," Larry said. 

He pulled his throbbing cock from Melinda's sopping hole and held it in front of her. She wanted to take it in her mouth so bad and taste her own juices coating his prick, but he held it a few inches from her mouth.

Larry jerked on his cock furiously, his hand practically a blur. With one final grunt his hips jerked forward as a hot stream of come shot from his cock and smeared Melinda's chin.

Melinda tried to recoil but Larry held her head still. Another blast landed on her throat and began to streak down the upper slopes of her breasts and still one more stream spurted from his cock to offer a meager coating on her tits.

"Ooh, that's gross," Melinda said. She wiped off her chin with her fingers and cleaned the remnants of her step-father's orgasm from her fingers.

"Go get cleaned up," Larry said after he recovered from the huffing and puffing of his exertions.

"Yes, daddy," Melinda said demurely.

"Before you get cleaned up though, there's one more thing."

"What's that, daddy?" 

Larry couldn't help but smile as he looked over his humbled step-daughter. Her face and tits were still streaked with come; her hair was disheveled and hung in messy strands around her face. He definitely showed her who the boss was and from now on things were going to change.

"Tomorrow I want you to start looking for a job. I don't care where, but it's about time you start to earn your own money."

She looked downcast at hearing this.

"Don't give me that look."

"I'm sorry, daddy. I want to make you happy from now on," she said.

"You just do what you are told, everything you're told, and I'm sure we'll be just fine. I'd really hate to have to turn you over my knee again."

"No, I don't want that either," Melinda said.

"Good, now go get cleaned up."

Larry could hear the shower running as he pulled his clothes on. He laid out an outfit for Melinda to put on.

A few minutes later Melinda came down the steps to find Larry in his recliner. He looked up expecting to see Melinda in a short, but conservative skirt with a nice matching blouse. He was shocked to see what she'd decided to wear.

"Those aren't the clothes I laid out for you. Why aren't you wearing those?"

"I didn't like them," Melinda said shaking her head. She had on a tiny pair of pink shorts that barely covered her behind and a pink tank top that accentuated her tits. "Those clothes seemed too conservative for me. These are more my style. Oh, by the way I'm going out for a bit and I took some money off your dresser ... I think about sixty dollars worth."

"Did you forget all about our little conversation upstairs?"

"Oh no, I didn't forget anything. It just occurred to me that you don't have a leg to stand on in this relationship, especially after this latest stunt of yours."

"I'm not the one that just got a tattoo and if you think I won't tell your mother, just try me," Larry fumed. He could feel his face getting red.

"You know mom will yell a little about the tattoo and maybe she'll ground me for a day, but what will she do when I tell her all about you and your nasty little perversions? I'm sure she'd love to hear about her husband spanking her own daughter and how he fucked her and came all over her." Melinda's voice remained calm and composed as she talked to Larry.

"You wouldn't dare, and you know it," Larry said. He could feel the blood drain from his face even as he said this. He turned walked back to his chair, feeling his legs almost want to give out.

"Don't tell me you actually thought you were in control now?" Melinda said with a laugh. "I'm the one in control here."

Larry waved her off with his hand and put his head in the palm of his hand. Things were not going the way he'd imagined they would; in fact it was so bad he didn't even have a back up plan for any of this. He thought he would be sick as he heard Melinda's laughter.

"You know daddy, you should really stop reading those Jack Reynolds novels with all those compliant and dimwitted women. They're really giving you some bad ideas."

"Would you just shut up, Melinda." Larry couldn't bear to look at her.

Melinda walked over to where Larry sat in his recliner and leaned over in front of him. Her breasts, cradled in their bra cups, were on display for Larry. She looked down at her tits and smiled. "Just so you know; there are no hard feelings." Melinda leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Melinda walked over and opened the front door. "Don't wait up."



Brat Gets Spanked



Baby looked out the window. She watched closely, as Sir had asked her, for the visitors to come up the driveway. Jealous Brat and Mommy were expected any minute. They weren't coming over for a FFMF play date as they often did. Mommy had asked Sir to help out with some problems at home. Jealous Brat had been staying up very late playing on her laptop after bedtime and Mommy hadn't been able to get any sense into her. Some extra assistance and support was needed and Mommy knew just who to ask to deal with the situation.

Mommy and Brat arrived in their new Ford Edge and walked up the path to the Little House. Brat was attired in her red and black plaid skirt and white blouse. Her hair was in two little braids with small red ribbons on the ends. She looked especially sulky and pouty and Mommy had to pull her by the hand all the way up the walkway so she could knock on the front door. Mommy sat next to Sir on the little sofa by the fireplace to discuss the problem. Sir asked Baby to entertain Brat while they talked, so Baby took Brat to her room to play with toys until they were required.

Baby overheard Mommy telling Sir that Brat had stayed up the previous night on her laptop to the wee hours, IMing and camming anyone and everyone. Mommy had taken away the laptop and given Brat's little tush three slaps with the back of the hairbrush and sent her to bed. About an hour later, she caught Brat in the bathroom with the laptop, camming while masturbating, sitting on the toilet seat. 

"I'm exasperated," sighed Mommy, "That Brat has the naughtiest, sluttiest clit I've ever known. She needs some serious discipline."

Sir called Baby and Brat into the Great Room and sat Brat on his lap. "Brat," he said, "You will need punishment now to teach you the lesson of obedience to me, and to Mommy when I am not available." He stretched Brat over his lap and raised her little skirt, revealing her white cotton panties. He rubbed her ass through the panties, and then administered three smacks with his open hand on the roundest part of her buttocks. He felt the warmth between her legs, turned down the back of the panties, and administered three more spanks to Brat's reddening bare ass. 

Brat squirmed, trying to avoid the discipline. Sir put his hand firmly on Brat's back to hold her still under his authority. He called Mommy over to check on Brat's progress.

Sir asked Mommy to bring "The Box". The Box contained some of the items used in the household to administer punishments. He opened the lid, removed three metal butt plugs and arranged them in order of size on the coffee table. He also set out a single use foil packet of lubricant. Brat looked sideways at them and whimpered. Sir selected the smallest dildo and applied a small of amount lubricant to the tip. He spread Brat's ass cheeks and slowly inserted the dildo. It entered the greedy little puckered hole easily. 

After a minute or so, Sir removed the small dildo, lubed the medium sized one, and proceeded to insert it into Brat's naughty asshole. As the dildo reached maximum width and stretched Brat's hole, she groaned softly. The medium intruder was left in several minutes longer than the first to give Brat's body a chance to adjust to its increased size. 

Finally, Sir began to thoroughly lubricate the large dildo. Brat stared at it, eyes as big as saucers. Sir explained to Brat, "I realize this dildo is much larger than any you've experienced. I want you to accept it into your bad little hole without any noise or complaint because I am asking it of you and because it pleases me to do it." Mommy stood and pulled Brat's ass cheeks apart, revealing the puckered rosebud that was about to be penetrated. 

Slowly, Sir pushed the end of the dildo into Brat's asshole with a slight rotating motion. He gently massaged the stretched skin around the dildo and inserted it entirely, ensuring the flanged end was properly seated to prevent its expulsion by the sweating, red-faced Brat.

Mommy fingered Brat's wet little slit and nodded to Sir, a signal to finish the spanking.

Sir answered with 3 very hard smacks on Brat's now very red ass. A flurry of spanks rained on Brat's left, then right buttock. He repositioned Brat over the arm of the sofa and Mommy lifted her own skirt so Brat could kiss and lick her pussy and clit. Sir quickly unbuckled his trousers and rammed his huge cock into Brat soaking wet pussy in one stroke. 

"You may cum now Brat," allowed Sir. He eased the huge dildo from her gaping asshole. Brat finally stood up and wiped the welled tears from her eyes. 

"Thank you Mommy and Sir," she said in a small voice.

Sir turned to Baby, "Any confessions for today?" he asked, smiling slyly.



Brat on the Beach Pt. 01



"Damn that impeller," cursed Sir as the engine's temperature alarm sounded. The overheated engine conked out and the boat began to drift towards a sandy beach. "All right, ladies, all ashore," he called and helped them down from the bow of the firmly grounded boat. 

Mommy tried to catch the hands of both Baby and Brat as she organized their emergency medical and food supplies. Brat ran off down the beach, running around in circles, in and out of the water, kicking sand backwards at Baby. Mommy looked annoyed; Baby pouted. Sir knew he'd better organize everybody before discipline completely broke down. 

He had Mommy round up Brat and sit on a driftwood log with Brat over her knee. Mommy held Brat's legs still as she thrashed and Baby held Brat's arms. Sir undid his belt, folded it in half, and snapped the two edges together menacingly. Brat jumped when Sir slammed the belt down on the log next to her. 

Sir fingered Brat's pussy until she was thoroughly wet and pinched her pussy lips together, hard. Then he wrapped the belt around her hands and fastened them to the log leaving her face down, ass up on the log. Next he turned to Mommy, kissed her tenderly on the mouth, and motioned to Baby to come over to them. 

Sir gently pushed Baby's face into Mommy's pussy and Baby started licking and kissing Mommy's thighs, opening Mommy's pussy with her hands while licking and sucking busily. Mommy sighed as her juices made Baby's face slick and shiny. Sir got behind Baby and slowly pushed his entire rigid length inside her. As usual, it was difficult, but Baby managed to take it all in one smooth stroke, and still licked Mommy's pussy hungrily. 

Sir pushed slowly back and forth inside Baby until he could feel his climax approaching. Then he removed his cock and gushed cum from side to side over Baby's ass and rubbed it into her skin. Mommy sat forward and sucked every drop of mingled cum and pussy juices from his cock.

Sir relaxed now, his arms around his two good women, Mommy and Baby. He looked over at Brat tied to the log and his face clouded over. He looked concerned. 

"May I speak?" asked Mommy. As usual she anticipated Sir's mood.

"Certainly, Mommy, what is on your mind?" inquired Sir. 

Mommy continued, "You seem bothered by Brat's recent behavior; really, I don't have any idea what gets into her. She and Baby both receive the same discipline. Baby's behavior couldn't be any more submissive. She seems to thrive under our careful guidance and use. Brat, on the other hand, just seems to get brattier." 

Sir nodded his head in regretful agreement. There was a vast difference in his level of satisfaction with the two younger women. Baby was all sweetness, always trying to please. Sometimes Brat's defiance amused Sir but recently she'd shown a complete lack of community spirit that was wearing on his nerves. 

"I see we have three choices, really, Mommy," he explained. "We could find her a new home and family, one that is better able to handle her wild antics. I've also hear from some of my sources that removing a completely wayward young sub's clitoris can have a calming effect. Then their only focus is on pleasing their Dominants since they no longer have any motivation for their own pleasure. Or, finally, we could apply some pain, to straighten her out, but only if she agrees." 

Mommy nodded her head slowly up and down.

Sir approached Brat, grabbed her hair and yanked her head back until she was looking directly into his eyes. "Brat," he began, "You're on thin ice with us. We're ready to take drastic measures to bring you back into the fold of our family. Through the ages, pain has been used to cleanse and purify an offender of their transgressions. Will you accept pain in this way to restore our relationship?" 

Sir undid the belt that bound her hands beneath the log and asked her to stand. Brat's eyes grew large and round, like an owl's shining in the darkness, and she nodded.

Mommy stepped forward to prepare Brat for her coming ordeal. She set out some tent ropes and the medical kit from the emergency supplies and placed them on the end of the flat log. She told Brat to lie down on the log and began to bind her to the timber. Brat offered no resistance.



Brat on the Beach Pt. 02



"Binding her," said Sir, "Will make it the pain easier to endure." 

Brat lay down on her back on the log, which was large and flat on the top, like a bench. Mommy opened the bag of emergency supplies and removed several tongue depressors and a roll of gauze. She opened Brat's mouth, drew out her tongue, and clamped it between two of the wooden tongue depressors. She tied the ends of the flat wooden sticks tightly together with several turns of gauze and fastened the loose ends of the gauze behind Brat's head. Now Brat's tongue was clamped and she was unable to move it or speak.

Next Mommy removed several coils of rope, which would serve to lash Brat to the log. She tied Brat's hands together, drew them above her head, and tied them to the log. Then she spread Brat's thighs apart and bent her feet to her ass and wrapped a rope several times around each leg so that Brat's leg was encased in a rope cast, and fastened the ends of the rope around the log. She tied a rope around Brat's waist to the log. With her legs splayed out, Brat's pussy was wide open, and she could move very little.

Sir removed a box of cutips, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, several packages of sterile alcohol wipes, a roll of hypodermic needles, and a couple pairs of latex gloves. He also removed a syringe and cut the tapered end off with a pair of scissors. Donning the gloves, he carefully wiped both of Brat's breasts with an alcohol wipe. Then he dipped a couple of cutips in the alcohol and wiped each of her nipples with a swab. 

Sir grasped her breast near the base firmly in one hand until the nipple stuck up, swollen and hard. He flicked the hard nipple with his finger, reached for one of the needles and slowly pressed the end straight into the end of her nipple. The needle was about an inch and a half long. At first Brat's taut flesh resisted his slow, steady pushing, then suddenly, the needle started to move easily into her nipple. He inserted it about half way and stopped. Then he used his index finger to push it in a little more. When he lifted his finger slightly, the needle would retract from her tit flesh. 

Sir pushed his finger up and down several times, pushing and retracting the needle as Brat's eyes squeezed in pain. He rotated the needle back and forth between his fingers, twisting it back and forth into the nipple. "Good girl," he said, "give me your pain as an offering; show me how you suffer." Brat's hands twisted in the ropes but she was not able to move them or stop his relentless pushing, retracting, and twisting of the needle in her nipple.

After several minutes, Sir moved on to his next area of interest. Leaving the needle thrust into her tit, he moved his hand down to her pussy. He held five cutips dampened with alcohol in his hand. Moving the first one to her anus and circling the tight rosebud, he pushed it inside. He quickly followed with the other four swabs. He held the five cutips in place just inside her tight muscles, near the entrance. 

Soon the delicate membranes of her anus screamed with the burning of the alcohol. Sir quickly removed them and set them aside. He wetted another cutip with alcohol and began to rub it over her inner lips and let it settle inside her vagina. The burning pain was excruciating inside Brat's delicate pussy. Sir traced her inner pussy lips and dipped inside her agonized pussy with several more swabs, then began to scrub around her little pee hole. 

Slowly, as he squeezed her hole open, Sir inserted the end of the alcohol soaked cutip in and out of her hole. Her body was now covered in sweat from the exertion of her squirming attempts to escape the searing pain in her most delicate areas. "You know what's next," intoned Sir. "The next thing you feel will be the burning touch applied to your clit."

Sir slowly retracted her clit hood and flicked her little bud to life with his finger tip. He brought the open ended syringe to the end of her clit, pulled back on the plunger, and began to suck the tip of her clit up into the syringe. He then released and sucked it up again, pumping it in and out of the syringe, slowly pulling it into the syringe a tiny bit more each time. After several minutes of pumping, he had it sucked up into the tube about a half inch. 

Sir now set aside the pumper syringe and squeezed Brat's swollen clit. Brat groaned, a low, guttural moan of pain. He unwrapped a last needle, and holding the base of Brat's swollen clit, slowly pushed the needle from one side to the other, right through Brat's clit. Now Brat squealed and bucked wildly, but the bonds held her firm. There was nothing she could do to remove the needle. Sir stroked the wet, damp hair off her forehead and said "Yes! Just like that, feel the pain, there is no escape, only acceptance!" 

Gradually, Brat's body relaxed as she descended into a blissful state. Sir twisted the needle between his fingers and Brat groaned, the pain transcending her cheeky attitude. She was at peace as Sir gradually removed the needles and Mommy removed all the ropes. Sir cradled Brat on his lap as all her defiance had left her and only a sense of peace remained.



Brat Thoughts



I've been doing a lot of thinking lately.

I have a rather busy life. I work full time with a fair amount of overtime and two hours of commute per day. (Gotta figure out how to use those two hours to write I think. But dragging my lap top about doesn't appeal to me. And if I write with pen and pad, well...I might not be able to read what I wrote!) I also spend time online with my Master, which is not something I want to give up. It gives Him a very effective way to discipline me when I have displeased Him, I must say. He makes me write out lines concerning what it was I did, or what I am not to do again. It's a very economic punishment. I really don't like doing it. Writing it out that many times really sinks it in. And I lose those hours I would have otherwise spent talking with Him, plus have the guilty knowledge that my disobedience or thoughtlessness deprived Him of His kitten's company as well.

I tend actually to do those on the bus once in a while, if I'm worried about finishing them on time. A bit interesting that, wondering if anyone is reading over my shoulder-assuming they could read what I wrote. Sighs, now I'll have to ask Master if a line counts if I can not read it.

So my life is basically my Master, my work, and my writing.

The job is very new, only about ten weeks old. The people I work with are wonderful, it's that rare place where you're "family". I was there for two weeks when I moved into my new apartment, and half the place offered to help move me. So they're friendly. I like them. They like me. But I fall into this niche all of my own. I work with young men in their early 20's, or (mostly) grandmotherly types. Hanging out with the "boys" would feel weird, and I'm not so sure Master would approve of that anyways. And I don't think the 62 year old, hearing aid wearing "grandma" who always gives me a hug in the morning would enjoy a night of dancing to my kind of music.

So I work. I write. I talk with my Master.

And I think.

I have a far and fast wandering mind. Just ask anyone who talks to me regularly about how they have to lead me patiently...or not so patiently...back to the subject at hand.

I get these interesting random thoughts and just like any bouncy kitty spotting a scrap of paper or a invitingly flicking tail, my tendency is to pounce on that new thought.

So I think. And I write. And I read.

I have a lot of time to think. 

I can think on the bus. Assuming I am not doing lines. And contrary to those who might "know" me, I am not ALWAYS in trouble! Just, a bit more often then I ought to be. And I am working on that. I do learn lessons, eventually. Especially after writing out what displeased Master 200 times!

I don't slip smoothly into sleep either. And I wake up a lot, so plenty of hours to think there, all warm and cuddly in my quilt. I'm working on Master's suggestion to just empty my mind. But there's that unfortunate little fact that my mind doesn't much like being empty. And no use telling me to count sheep. I'll either start making up a story about sheep or I'll drive myself nuts trying to pull up some stupid little factoid about sheep that I almost remember.

I run the returns department of a publishing company in Minneapolis. I have to concentrate on my numbers obviously when I am working at my desk. But I spend a lot of hours returning books to their proper place to put them back in stock. I have a very good retentive memory, so I run around the miles of warehouse since I have already memorized where most of the books I am dealing with are to be found, mind free to contemplate.

I have been thinking a good bit about two things lately. The one rather leads me to contemplating the other.

I have been so busy working towards end of the year inventory. Want a night mare, just consider trying to inventory a billion books or two. I'm very much regretting that I am too old to run away!

So I have had less time then usual lately to write. Terribly sorry for that. I get itchy and irritable when I can't write. Making up in my head future stories to eventually post is NOT enough. Not to mention that I feel really guilty for leaving the people who are reading my two chapter series sitting there thinking, what the hell, did she run away and join a nunnery? 

I am somewhat...paused, in regards to the Brat Fantasies, for various reasons. They will start showing up again, eventually. I love writing that mix of fantasy and reality way too much to abandon it. It's just fun to take the fact that yes, I really do have an Irish temper and I have suggested something highly ill mannered in one of my rare loss of temper fits. And I have hung up or gone off line when I got scared or upset.

I do "lose" my cell phone constantly. And I really do have that slight bit of poor depth perception that has me kicking doors and table legs.

The school house I wrote about was real. It did have an outhouse...I hate those things with a passion! My grandmother owned it and I spent a lot of days there.

I just don't have the time at this moment to work on Brat Fantasies. The Spiked series is already written, up to a point at least, which I am quickly approaching the end of. Posting them is thus rather easy. I get an hour or two and type them in, editing and adding more to the parts that ask me to as I go.

As far as the Darkness series goes, that's something I wrote a few years back. I discovered it as I was unpacking in my new apartment. And I am SO leaving my 10-20 writings boxes until the very last. I don't unpack them. I sit and read.

I loved the story then, when I was writing it. I loved it even more rereading it. I knew my writing had improved since I had written it, and I just thought, this is something different. I know what I write is usually just fluff. At times I maybe manage "pretty" fluff, but what I write simply, merely entertains. It doesn't rock or change anyone's world. It's not important or special.

I want to think, god knows I hope, I write better then the writing one sees where even the kindest reader thinks...this came out sounding like a ninth grader with a C in both English and creative writing. I hope those lines that leave me laughing, sighing, or feeling the goose bumps at least give an enjoyable half hour.

I think that is why Reena's tucked away in a box story pulled me back in.

Her story does not start pretty.

By the time she is 13 this child basically, simply hates, other then her mother. In Reena's world, a magic tweaked medieval age, she has little reason not to.

Her mother is a street corner whore.

In her wretched hovel in that stinking little village, all the mothers that she knows are whores.

There is power, and passion and a will to more then merely eke out a pathetic existence in Reena. 

This spark did not ignite only when her mother was raped to death. At five years of age, plump still with baby fat, she reached for that wooden practice sword and copied with awkward stance that on guard position.

Reena makes me think.

Kiara does also.

I have had some wonderful feedback telling me that these fiery female characters are liked. I keep writing, when it would be so much easier to say, you don't have time for this, put in more overtime, do some laundry, go to sleep early for once.

I write because I have to,, but I get the energy to do so from people who tell me that they like what I write. It's easy to read a story then quickly move to the next without even taking that 20 seconds to vote. So my little bits of fluff, they are especially for the ones that vote, leave me the public comments, email my posted address. This author thanks you.

It would be, I think, rather easy to just say , I'm too busy to write, why bother? You write horribly anyhow...I tend to be my worst critic regarding the "bits" I write. So when someone leaves a posted request that I hurry up with the next chapter, or tells me I definitely shouldn't let Kiara "go" it makes it easier to carve out those little bits of writing time.

I like strong women. I find them so much fun to write about. How can you not like a woman creative enough to use any weapon at hand. Knocking a man out with a rock hard stale loaf of bread, that's not exactly run of the mill!

I like smart women to. My Kiara knows to run like hell after the fact. It's just too bad for her that Bane is equally smart, and totally focused on running her to ground.

That particular fact is something I think about and explore in basically all of my writing.

Men are usually physically stronger then a woman. Admittedly, square a 5'6" spindly fellow against a 6' kick boxer or black belt Amazon, I think we all know who to put the money on.

But that's not usually the case.

As a submissive female, that fact especially intrigues me.

I have been thinking about that a lot lately.

I am rather new at actually living in the BDSM lifestyle. Still finding my way, my place. I think sometimes in trouble more times then not. I don't mean to offend or irritate, but I have a bit of a scatter brained, disorganized personality. I forget things a lot. Sometimes take forever to learn something that I have been told to learn. Sometimes I still lose my temper.

There's more then just a smidgeon of both Kiarra and Renna to me. And it's a struggle at times.

Sometimes I still want to slam down the phone or slap the lap top closed and run off in a huff. 

Each new step forward, frightens me at first.

It's not easy for me to trust.

I have known for a long time that I am submissive. I didn't know enough to know it then, what normal 13 year old knows what a submissive is? But I would sneak into my parent's bedroom after they'd left for work in the morning and read my mother's Harlequin romances. Back in the early 80's, those books were admittedly tame. But every hero was a Dominant male.

I discovered John Norman's Gorean books when I was about fifteen.

I would read those books and a part of me was whispering, I want someone like that. Another part of me eventually always erupted and flung the book against the wall with an infuriated hiss of "try that on me buddy!"

I still do that a bit. Accounts for the brat in me I guess.

I have a very patient Master. A really good thing that. One without patience would probably have throttled me by now.

I'm not a quiet, demure little thing. I have an Irish temper that I still sometimes lose.

I'm not that perfect sub that I read about and feel guilty that I'm not. I don't think I ever will be. I will learn, and I will improve. I think I am doing so. I have stayed and talked about new things that make me feel timid rather then bolting from Him. I have obeyed in ways I never could have six months ago.

Every day, I become more His.

I wish I could learn these lessons quicker. It saddens me that I have made Him feel that He needs to be sterner and more strict with me. I feel that I have lost something. And I know that I failed Him with those little not thinking, forgetting, scatterbrained actions.

It's something I thing about a lot. I am a caretaker. I need to please those I love. But often to do that, to keep them safe, to get for them, mostly in regards to an autistic child, I had to be a Reena, a Kiarra. I had to be a fiery, mouthy woman. Sometimes being one who needs to make things better for those one loves can only be attained by having a fighting spirit.

It's not always easy to remember that I can just be that one who loves, and wants to please.

Thinking about fierce woman, and the stories I am working on now...

I asked the ones who are reading my Spik(ed) series what they thought about the idea of my letting Kiara be nearly killed, attacked by random Vampires and drained enough that when Spike gets to her and kills the vamps, he can only choose to let her die, or turn her with Willow's help to let Kiara keep her soul.

One of my wonderful reviewers didn't care for the idea of Kiara as a Vampire. She liked that Kiara, tough and kick ass as the girl is, was no match for the Big Bad. Well hell yeah, I love that about the whole situation as well, damn straight! But, if Spike turns her, as her Sire, the way I read the picture and choose to write it, Kiara has way less power. As her Sire, he can tell her, basically "sit" and she will be compelled to obey. It's the Sire/child thing. And Spike is a Master Vampire.

Kiara is a fierce lil thing, but I don't think she would be better then a 200 year old Master Vampire.

Even if Kiara is vamped, Spike will always be stronger then her. She will always be his kitten.

So if you read this my sweet reviewer, can you let me know if how I describe how things would go with Kiara as a souled vamp would sit with you?

I'd love to hear what anyone who reads the Spik(ed) chapters think. I know how I wrote it...but where I'll actually take it...smirks. I can perhaps be influenced. When I wrote it I think I was wanting a way for Spike to have someone for always. Humans die. If a vamp can avoid those pointy things...not so gotta be. So I am looking for a way to give Spike someone forever. That will fit in with the flattering comment that I could write on this story for decades!

So I would love more feedback in regards to what I should do to Kiara. I write for you...if it's split, heck, I'll even write two versions. I love this story. Kiara is pretty cool as a human, and as a souled Vamp.

Reena by the way, will always stay human. Just a bit touched by magic's. And poor thing, the Darkness rather likes Bane. It will never erupt against him. So, girl better play nice with the Mercenary warrior, ya think?



Bratface



Saturday night and I had to be at home with Bratface again! I was pissed off! Jesus H Christ! One would think that at eighteen she was old enough to be left on her own! My buddy Jamie was throwing a party and there was going to be booze, and probably some grass, and dozens of groovy chicks - all of them desperate to find a hot cock to suck or slip into their pussies. And I was stuck here with Bratface because Mum and Dad wanted to go and see some stupid art movie. Selfish bastards! They could have gone any night of the week, but they had to choose tonight! 

Bratface is my twin sister Janine, although you wouldn't think it to look at us together. We share the same hair dark hair and dark brown eyes, but she's short, skinny, looks flat- chested, and wears braces; but has a tight, rounded little ass and nice legs; whereas I top out at 6 feet 2 inches and weigh 172 pounds. And a real brat she was too, when this whole saga started. Daddy's Darling, of course, who could do no wrong in his eyes. Which meant I always got the rough end whenever there was a dispute between us, which was just about every day. Mum just breathed heavy, resigned sighs whenever trouble brewed and got Dad to sort it out. 

It was half time in the basketball game I was watching on the big TV in the lounge. The LA Lakers Vs The Jazz. I looked at my watch. 10.30, that means the family movie Bratface was watching in the den on Channel 7 must be finished. "Hey you! Time to go to bed!" I yelled. 

"No! I wanna' watch the next one too." 

"That's an adult movie. Mum and Dad say you're not allowed!" 

"But Daddy would let me watch if he was here!" 

"Well, Daddy's not fucking here, so get your ass to your room!" 

"Make me, Dickhead!" 

Now that really got me going, seeing as my name is Richard. A lot of guys, and girls, at school have found out I am pretty good with my fists if they call me that. I was out of the couch in a flash and into the den. Janine was sat in Dad's big leather Lay- Z-Boy with her legs tucked under her. 

"Look here Bratface, I've had enough of your lip for tonight. Just get to your room now and I won't say anything to Mum and Dad when they get home." 

"I'm staying here!" 

"Five seconds to get moving, Miss, or I'll take you there myself!" 

"Fuck off!" 

That was the last straw. I grabbed Janine's wrists roughly and pulled her out of the recliner and onto the floor. From there I started to drag her towards her room. 

"Eeeooowww! Stop! You're hurting me!" 

I let go of her wrists and she flopped prone on the carpet. "Okay, if you don't want me to hurt you, get to your room. Now!" 

Janine just poked her tongue out at me and stayed where she was. 

"All right, you asked for it, moron!" Before she could make a move, I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder. She screamed and kicked and wriggled like mad as I carried her down the hallway. Anyone listening from outside would think I was trying to murder her – which I very much felt like doing right at that moment! Janine wriggled so much that I nearly dropped her and, very briefly, I had to put my hand between her thrashing thighs up near her crotch, or she would have gone flying. 

I threw the little monster onto her bed where she lay panting, her short mini-skirt up around her waist and her legs apart. She was wearing pink panties with a little teddy bear pattern on them. Shit, those are a bit "young" for a college student, I thought to myself. Then, in spite of the fact she was my sister, I felt a surge of sexual interest run through me. 

"Stop looking at my knickers, pervert! You're not supposed to do that. And I'm going to tell Daddy that you touched me between the legs as well!" 

"If I hadn't held onto you, you might have fallen and broken your neck! I wish you had you spoiled brat!" 

Janine still hadn't closed her legs; in fact it looked as though she'd opened them even further. I picked up her nightie and threw it over her, covering her up. "Now put that on you and get into bed!" Then I turned and left her room, but not without yelling at her over my shoulder, "I'll be back in five minutes to make sure you've done what I told you!" 

I gave her a good ten minutes, but I still hadn't heard her go to the bathroom to have a last minute pee and clean her teeth like she usually did. I stormed down to Janine's room. She hadn't moved an inch, except to throw her nightie onto the floor. And her thighs were still spread wide apart. 

I yelled at her, "This is your last chance, Janine! If you're not undressed and in bed within the next three minutes, I'll strip you myself!" Then I turned and stormed out of her room again. That'll do it, I thought as I made my way back down the hallway, she certainly won't want ME taking her clothes off! But somehow the thought of doing it made my cock stir in my pants! 

I wonder how many fucks that lucky bastard Jamie has managed by now; I mused as I made my way back into the lounge. Then I heard Janine shout, "Fuckwit!" I immediately turned on my heel and ran back down to her room. I crashed through the partly open door, slamming it against the wall and dislodging some of the pop star posters she had pinned to the back of it. 

"What did you say?" 

"Fuckwit!" Janine was trying to put on a brave face, but she was now very scared and her voice was a tiny tremor instead of the loud holler she'd made previously. 

"Okay Miss Foulmouth, you've just bought the farm!" 

I stepped right up to the bed and reached over to start undoing the waistband and zipper on her skirt. She started to kick out at me and wriggle like an eel, screaming at me to get off her. But I easily pinned her legs with my knees and got the fastenings undone. Standing up again, I swiftly ripped the skirt off of her and threw it across the room. In the process, I'd partially dragged her panties down her hips as well. Not far enough for me to see anything, but she pulled them up again straight away. 

I jumped on top of the wriggling brat, straddling her waist, and gripped the bottom hem of her sweat top and started to get it off her, over her head. When I got it up past her chest I was amazed to find that she was wearing a bra and that my supposedly flat-chested sister had in fact got a very nice pair of boobies indeed! Not big, but as far as I could tell, because they were hidden inside her bra, they were beautifully round and perky. Her normal garb of thick, loose tops had kept them well hidden from me! 

Janine started to writhe again, squealing like a stuck pig. I was having a hell of a job getting her arms out of her sweat-top sleeves and her antics weren't helping one bit. Nor was the fact that she had wriggled down further beneath me, causing her hard- soft little titties to move from side to side and rub against my spread crotch. My partial hard-on, which I hadn't really noticed up until then, surged into a full-blown boner! 

"Okay, okay Richard! Peace! I'll get into bed, just get off me!" Janine was red-faced and panting heavily. Her heaving breasts pressing against my hard dick felt fantastic! I climbed off her gingerly, trying to hide my erection. But I could see that Janine's eyes were following me all the way and they were fixed on my crotch. 

"Now be a good girl and do as you promised." I said gruffly and turned and raced for my room. My blood was churning in my veins and my mind was full of images of Janine's partially naked body. And my cock was almost bursting! 

I pushed the door to behind me and threw myself onto my mattress. Stripping my shorts and underpants off in one movement I started rubbing my hard shaft furiously, visions of Janine getting my dick out and rubbing it across her bare, pointy tits coursing through my brain. I was just about to come when I sensed a movement at my door. My sister was watching me jerk off! But I didn't care! I carried on pounding my meat until, with a great whoosh my come shot in streams out of my throbbing tip all over my belly and up over my T-shirt. Oh shit! I thought as I lay there panting in the aftermath of my explosion; it looks as though I'll have to do my own laundry this week! 

I looked around at the gap left by the partially open door. Bratface was gone. 

I changed into the boxers that I normally wore to bed and went to turn off the TV sets. Janine's door was closed and I could see, at the gap underneath, that her light was off. The game was just finishing - the Lakers had won yet again. Was it possible that so much had happened in such a short time? Just then I heard a key going into the front door lock – my parents were home. 

"How'd it go?" My father asked. 

"Oh, Okay. Bratface made a stink about going to bed as usual!" 

"I meant the game!" He sounded irritated that I was criticising Darling Daughter. 

Perhaps you're lining her up for something! I thought evilly. I don't think Mum drops her knickers for you any more judging by the barbed comments you sometimes make to her! But, I answered, more diplomatically, "Lakers again. O'Neill was brilliant as usual. 33 points and 17 rebounds." Thank goodness I'd caught the end of match stats! 

"Anyone want a cup of tea?" Mum was being her usual placid self. 

Four evenings later, on the Wednesday, I was in the den watching National Geographic – the content was useful for an assignment I had to finish - while Mum and Dad were in the lounge watching ER. I thought Bratface was in her room doing own assignments until she walked in with a secretive little smile on her lips. Before I knew it, she'd picked up the remote, changed the channel and then dashed from the room - still holding the remote. Mad as hell I chased after her and caught her just by the lounge doorway. 

A fierce little struggle ensued with Janine wriggling and shrieking and holding the control up against her chest. I ended up behind her, with my arms around trying to wrestle it from her. Her squirming little mini-skirted ass pressed against my front and stirred me into a throbbing erection. I humped it against her unashamedly, loving the rising feelings of sexual excitement as we fought. And I was sure that she could feel my cock pressing into her ass-crack too. Finally, seeking to distract the little bitch I grabbed a soft little titty and squeezed it hard. Success! Janine let out a high pitched shriek and gave up the remote. 

"Richard! Leave your sister alone!" Dad had screwed around on the couch and was staring at me malevolently. 

"Daddy! Richard's being really mean. He won't let me watch the cartoon channel!" 

"Lying little bitch! You weren't even in the den!" 

"Richard! Give the control to Janine and let her watch her programme!" 

"Fuck! Why do you always take her side!" 

"Careful boy, or you'll feel the back of my hand!" 

"Do as Daddy says dear," Mum joined in, trying as usual to smooth the troubled waters, "I don't know why you and Janine can't be nice to each other." 

"Because she's a spoiled Bratface!" I shouted. 

"Richard…!" Dad was half out of the couch. 

"Here!" I threw the remote at Janine. "But don't think you're having the Lay-Z-Boy." And I stalked off to the den and claimed the recliner. 

Janine sat in a smaller armchair about five feet away from me with a satisfied grin on her face. All was quiet for about five minutes while we watched her stupid cartoons. Then she frightened the life out of me, and Mum and Dad, by screaming at the top of her lungs and then shouting, "Get off me Richard! You know you're not supposed to touch me there!" 

Dad was in the den in a flash, "What the hell are you up to, boy?" 

"Daddy, Richard put his hand up my…" 

"I didn't touch you, you little liar!" I turned to Dad. "I was nowhere near her!" 

"Go to your room right now!" 

"I told you I didn't touch her! Why can't you believe me for once?" 

"Get to your fucking room!" 

Dad and I glared at each other with that father-son hatred that that flares from time- to-time in all families. We were the same height, but he outweighed me by over 30 pounds. And he was fit from working on construction sites. One day I'm going to punch your lights out, I promised myself, but right now I'd get a hiding. So I backed down. 

"Night, night Richard." Bratface called to me sweetly, slipping into the recliner as I left the room. 

A couple of Saturdays later Dad said to me, "Mummy and I are going out to dinner with Auntie Doreen and Uncle Jack tonight. It's Doreen's birthday and we will be out 'til very late. You're going stay with Janine." 

"Aw Dad! Why can't she be by herself for once? She's plenty old enough for Christ's sake! Leonie McIvor's got a party on tonight and I've been invited!" Leonie was a hot, busty little redhead at college who I'd been lusting after for weeks and she'd spent the last four days telling me in graphic detail what she was going to do to my body when she got me into her bedroom while the party was on. 

"You're not going to any party. You are going to stay with your sister. That's final!" 

"Well, make it clear to her what time she has to go to bed then! I'm fed up with fighting with her about it!" 

Just before my parents left for their dinner date I heard Dad say to her, "Bedtime after the family movie at 10.30, honey. I'll see you later. And don't argue with your brother." 

"Okay Daddy." She sounded as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth! 

But, what happened at 10.30? Nothing! No signs of Janine heading for bed. I went to the den, where the late movie had just started. 

"C'mon sis. Remember what Dad said? Bedtime at 10.30?" 

"I'm not going" 

I felt my temper rising. "Christ! Don't start that again!" 

"Make me, "tough guy"!" 

I caught the irony in her voice, "What do you mean by that?" 

"You gave in to Daddy quickly enough the other night!" 

"Well, Daddy's not here to protect you now, shit-for-brains, you'll soon see how tough I am!" 

With that I threw her over my shoulder in a fireman's lift in one swift movement and ran down the hallway to her room. Janine wriggled a bit but she wasn't screaming this time. I banged her door open and, standing in the doorway, threw her across the room onto her mattress. Luckily, Janine's bed was up against the wall or she would have bounced right off the other side. Nevertheless, she hit the wall with quite a crunch before coming to rest, arms and legs everywhere. 

"Now, get your clothes off and get into bed! Remember what happened last time!" 

"Ooooh! Isn't "big tough brother" going to strip his twin sister tonight?" 

That sounded like a challenge to me! Now, young lady, I thought, You really are going to get stripped! Let's see how you like that! 

I stepped over to the bed quickly. She was wearing a pair of shorts tonight and they were my first targets. Janine writhed and struggled, but she seemed to be half-hearted about it and I got them off fairly easily. She was wearing tiny, very sexy black panties. My heart started hammering in my chest and my cock surged erect as she rubbed her thighs together and then opened them slightly. 

This is too much! I thought. Fancy getting the hots for your sister, especially a skinny brat like Janine! But I still straddled her chest like I did before and pulled her top off. Once again, it was no contest. But then, she wasn't rubbing her tits against my dick like she did last time either! I stayed kneeling astride her looking down at her face. Her dark eyes were huge saucers staring back up at me. 

"Okay, sweetheart, you wanted me to undress you." I said in a tight voice I didn't recognise as being my own, "well I'm gonna finish the job this time!" And I reached under her and tried to undo the clasps of her bra behind her back. 

"Careful! You'll rip it!" Janine said in a small voice. "Here, let me do it!" She reached behind her and expertly undid the hooks and eyes. She lay back on the bed again; "You can do the rest." 

Jesus! She actually wanted me to strip her naked! 

With shaking hands I pulled her shoulder straps down her arms and off, and lifted the little cups from her titties. They were very small, but, just as I'd fantasised they'd be when I was jacking off in my room three weeks before, they were nicely rounded, with dusky-pink aureoles and pointy little teats. 

Janine arched her back, displaying herself to me. She was obviously very proud of her sexy badges of womanhood. I was sorely tempted to take one warm little globe in each hand and play with it and pinch her tiny nipples, but I thought that that might be going too far. Besides, there were still her panties to take off! 

Still shaking like a leaf and with my cock thumping in my pants, I got back onto my feet and with one swift tug pulled her panties right off her. Shit, her pussy was absolutely bare! Surely she should have hair at her age? My mind questioned. Then the realisation hit me…she shaved! My sister shaved her pussy! Thoroughly confounded, I just stood and stared at her, not conscious that I'd lifted the damp- crotched, black scrap of her panties to my nose and was sniffing at her pussy odour. 

Janine spread her legs slightly. Her pussy opened up and I could see her hood and the soft pink of her inner lips, and just a suggestion of her cunt-hole. "I suppose you're going to go to your room now and fuck your hand while you daydream about me. Just like you did last time?" 

"And I suppose you're going to stick your fingers up your sticky little pussy like you did last time after you spied on me?" My voice was muffled because I still had her panties pressed against my nose. 

"Don't be so ridiculous!" 

But I was right on target - her face went a deep pink! 

I tripped over the edge. "Well I'm not going to do it in my room tonight!" 

I shoved Janine's panties in my pocket for later and then pulled my shorts and underpants right off. My hard prick bobbed out stiff in front of me as I kneeled on her bed, looming over her, stroking my hot shaft. 

"Richard…!" 

"You wanna watch me jerk off? Well get a close-up!" 

Janine's saucer eyes devoured the sight of my seven-inch cock just a couple of feet away from her face as I rubbed it furiously. Then to my delight I saw her hand dive down between her legs and heard the liquid slurps and smelt her blossoming pussy smell as she started to fuck herself with her finger. 

My sperm burst from me in pulsing, pearly rivers, splashing all over her naked belly and pooling in her navel. Janine seemed not to notice – she was too tied up in her own sexual universe. Her eyes were now glittering slits and she was humping her pelvis and plunging her finger deep in her cunt, moaning with ecstasy. 

I watched her for a few moments while my cock softened, and then I reached down and pulled her legs a little wider apart. I thrust my middle finger inside her cunt alongside hers and pumped it in her, matching her rhythm. 

"Oh Jesus! That's fucking fantastic! Richard! Oh Jesus! Fuck!" 

Janine was lifting her pelvis right off of the bed, trying to get our two fingers deep, deep into her pussy. She started to pinch and pull at her left nipple with the fingers of her free hand, rolling her head from side to side. I seized the opportunity and lowered my face to her other nipple and enclosed it in my mouth. And when I bit it lightly, my sister took off in the most amazing orgasm, thrashing and swearing and screaming at the top of her lungs. If the neighbours had been asleep, they would be awake again now! 

It took Janine about five minutes to come back down to earth. "What are you going to do about your mess on my tummy?" She demanded harshly. 

And stupid me had thought we had become better friends! 

Without a word I stripped off my T-shirt and, kneeling between her still-spread thighs, used it to dry her belly. I checked her with my hand to make sure I'd got all of it, marvelling at how soft and warm she was. Janine was still breathing heavily, which made her little breasts rise and fall very invitingly. I ran my hands up over her chest and began stroking them. 




Bratface and Goofball



She's crying. Why is she crying?

This is supposed to be the afterglow. My breathing hasn't even slowed down yet. My pulse is still thumping away like a happy dog's tail. It was good, better than I was ready for. I'd come first. I'd been trying to hold off for her so she could finish, and I knew I'd be right behind her, but she'd ignored my attempts to slow down. Even though I couldn't keep it back any longer, she didn't stop when I released. Instead, she'd clutched me to her and rode out the last of my softening erection, finishing herself off with our momentum, and the excitement of my having come in her. Then she started crying. And she hadn't let go.

"Sorry," she says into the crook of my neck, still weeping. I feel the wet of her tears against her cheeks with the skin of my shoulder. "It's nothing you've done. I always cry when I come. I don't know why, it's just always been this way."

"Mnuh. Uh-huh." I grunt, not knowing what to say next. Hell, I don't even know what to call her right now. 'Bratface' is entirely out of the question- I haven't called her that since we were kids. But her name doesn't seem to fit. That's not how I think of her. And something like 'Sweetheart' or 'Honey' is just plain awkward, like I'd be forcing it.

"Shhhhh. Just hold me." That settles it, thank god. Holding I can do. I feel her heart tapping out a ragged counterpoint to mine as her ribcage heaves with gentle sobs. Her skin is cool and a little wet. Somewhere along the line, a thin layer of sweat had covered her and she was gleaming like candlelit gold. Now it's just wet. And we smell medical. After I've been done for about two minutes, that rich, funky sex smell of pussy and sweat and come always reminds me of hospitals for some reason.

…kissing me. Oh, I think I fell asleep for a minute. She's kissing me, and it's all sloppy. Not a dry kiss where everybody's face is well-defined and distinct. This is more like stirring two liquids together. Mmmmn. We haven't unmixed ourselves yet, at all. We're both floating in a creamy soup of bodies and sheets. Warm and yummy and filling.

"So now you know my secret," she says, hopefully.

"You mean about the, uhm, crying?"

"Yeah. It's a pretty intimate thing about me. It's not something I have any control over. I don't tell anyone about it. Only my lovers have ever known. Now you know. Thank you for not freaking out or anything."

"It's okay."

She snuggles down into my arms some more.

"Sometimes a guy will just roll away and leave, he won't even say anything as he gets dressed. Maybe he'll say he'll call on the way out the door. They never call. I try not to sleep with people like that anymore. But even so, most guys try to comfort me and tell me it's all right and they'll make everything better. They don't mean it, they're just freaked out and they don't know what else to say. They don't understand that I'm not upset. I'm not even unhappy. I'm just crying."

"Yeah. There's nothing wrong with crying. People cry. Sometimes it feels good."

"Uh-huh. It's a thing my body does. It's physiological."

"I get it. I cried after I had my appendix out. It wasn't that I hurt or anything. My face just scrunched itself up and started leaking as I was coming out of anesthesia."

"Mmm-hmmm. It's like that. When I have an orgasm, something deep inside me just lets go. I'm actually very happy right now."

"Good. Me too."

We lay there a minute more, not talking. My hand is on the back of her head. Hers is half-curled on my chest, stroking with her fingers lazily, the way you'd pet a dog while you're talking on the phone.

"Thank you for understanding. Thank you for just being there and holding me. That's what I wanted you to do."

"It's what I want, too. I love it just lying here with you like this."

"Mmmmm. It's nice."

"Hey?"

"Hmm?"

"We've know each other almost all our lives. We're thirty now. Why do you think we waited so long for this?"

"I don't know. I guess we had to grow up first." 

We lay there a minute as she lets this sink in. 

"I guess I'm glad I'm not having sex with the jerky neighbor boy who made my adolescence a holy terror. You're an adult. I'm an adult. I like you, and we've got a lot in common. We can deal with each other now."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Was I really that bad? A holy terror, really?"

"Nah. Not really. If you'd asked me that ten years ago, I'd have launched into you with dozens of stories about how traumatized I was by everything you ever did or said. Like how my jelli bangle bracelets looked like fishing lures, or how my red leg warmers were 'handlebar grips.'"

"God, I'm sorry. I had no idea you'd even remember that."

"I was twelve. It was burned into my brain. It's not your fault. The truth is, growing up is gonna be Hell, no matter what, and you were just there for it. So don't worry about it."

"Okay… No, no, I'll worry anyway."

"Goofball." Big kiss from her. My ears turned red as the word sank in. Damnit, that word kept me from believing that any woman would ever take me seriously all the way through high school.

"Bratface." Another big kiss. Her turn to blush. She starts laughing halfway through the kiss.

"You jerk. I had to fight my way through the whole 'Bratface' thing to become a woman."

"Hmmmnph. I was just thinking the same thing about the G-word."

"Aww. You were always MY goofball. Nobody else was ever my Goofball."

"That's sweet. I never called anybody else Bratface, either. Not even my sister."

"I know. I noticed that. See, I even paid attention to what you DIDN'T say."

"There's a lot I didn't say."

"I know."

We enjoy one of those pauses that needs to go to the gym and shed a few pounds. She's looking at me like it's my turn. So, okay, what the hell. I'll take the plunge.

"I can say it now, if you like."

"Would you?"

I'm always going to remember the way she's looking at me.

"I love you, Bratface. Somehow, some way, it's always been you."

"Oooh. My Goofball. So sweet, I love you, too. Come here."

Nothing but kisses now. I'm rolling over on top of her. That other part of my body is rolling over and waking up again now. My little self. He wants some more. She feels it and reaches down and grabs me playfully.

"Mmm. Up for more, big boy?"

I answer with a growl, since I've got a mouthful of her neck. She giggles and squeezes at me until I'm all the way up. She nudges one shoulder, pushing me sideways.

"Here, like this, okay? I like it like this." She's flat on her back, next to me, and she's got me on my side, spooning her. She raises the leg closest to me… oh, I get it, she wants me to go at her from underneath. She shifts her hips into position and reaches down to guide me in. I grip her opposite thigh between mine for leverage and mmmmn, I'm in her again. She's a slippy wet mess. There's not much friction, but it's a very comfortable screw. I reach my forearm under her knee to help hold her closest leg up. That hand automatically finds her breasts while my other is under her shoulder, stroking her neck.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, that's right. Oh, and yeah, I like it when you play with my titties, too."

"Hee Hee. I love it that you call them 'titties.'"

"They are my titties, what do you mean?"

"I mean most girls will call them their 'breasts,' or maybe 'boobs.' 'Boobies,' if they're being cute. But I think most girls think that 'titties' is a dirty word. It's childish or sniggering word. Nasty sex talk." I lean in and give her nipple a quick slurp.

"Ooo. Hehe. I like nasty. I'm a nasty girl."

"I noticed. But I mean it's a different kind of nasty, it's not serious nasty. It's like 'bazongas' or 'hooters.' It's the immature kind of nasty."

"Oh, I get it. Uhhm… 'tomatoes.'"

"Yeah. 'Headlights.'"

"Knockers. My knockers."

"Your rack."

"Mmm. Squeeze my Jugs. Ooo Yeah, like that."

"Your melons. Casabas."

"Hee. Casabas. They don't give melon juice, though, they give milk. They're my milkers."

"You don't give milk. If you did, I'd be milking you."

"Milk me. Oooo, milk me while you fuck me. Mmmm. I wish I had milk. I really wanna give milk."

"Someday you will."

"It'd be nice to have milk. Oh. Oh yeah. Fuck me."

Oh, god, is she talking about babies? Pregnancy? With me fucking her sloppy? That's kind of… well, kind of sweet, actually, kind of nice, but it's also making my skin crawl. Is that what she thinks we're doing here? Making babies? Jesus Christ, I am NOT ready for that. I mean… yeah, if there's anybody I'd want to breed with, it's probably Bratface here, but we haven't even talked about it.

Thinking all that took about a tenth of a second. She feels me tense up and laughs a little.

"Oh, relax, Goofball. Not this time. I'm on the pill, remember? I've been on it for almost fifteen years. Hell, I don't even know if I could GET knocked up in the first place. My body would probably have to adjust to the right hormone levels for a few months before I'd even have a decent shot at it."

"I'm sorry, I was just… uhh, well…"

She laughs harder.

"You thought I was planning a church wedding full of flowers and white dresses and boring relatives, didn't you? You thought I was dreaming of babies and white picket fences and PTA meetings and minivans! Oh, you dofus. I was thinking of your cock up in me, and you squeezing my titties like this, and oh it feel so good, so don't you DARE stop! Okay?"

"You weren't…"

"You big sweet dummy. I'm fucking you, and that's plenty for now. Aren't you happy with this?"

"Hell yeah. You're incredible. And I feel so comfortable with you."

"And now you've got me."

"I've got you. And these sweet titties of yours." Squeeze, squeeze.

"Me and my titties. My melons."

"Melon juice."

"Mmmm. What's that liquor called, that tastes like melon?"

"Midori. Japanese."

"Oh. Ah. Ah. That's good. Like that. Keep going."

"I've got you."

"Don't let go."

"I won't. I've got you."

"You've got me. You can have me."

"You're mine."

"I'm all yours."

"All mine."

"Mmmmnnn. Oh. Oh. Mmmm. I'm ahhhh. Ahhhhhh. Mm."

She's reached down and grabbed the base of my cock as I go in and out of her. I can't go in as deep, but she's using the pressure of her wrist against her mons to grind against. Hmmmn, I bet that feels pretty good to her. She's also squeezing me right where the vein is so I can't go soft, even if I get tired. Trust me, Bratface, I won't. You've got me. You said I had you, but you've got me. I'm yours.

Her other arm is wrapped around me, holding me tight against her. Her mouth is opening and closing just a little bit with each heavy breath, and there's a little voice in it, too, almost like she's halfway talking in her sleep. I start to move my hand away from her titties up to her neck, and she mewles out a soft protest, so I go right back and she coos her approval as I give the other one a nice firm squeeze. I mentally apologize for the little distraction and just keep at it to let her concentrate.

I find myself looking at the little curl of hair in front of her ear. It's longer than you'd expect. I mean, it comes surprisingly far down from her hairline and it almost turns into a sideburn. Well, no, that's not quite it. Nothing like that, really, it's just the thing girls get sometimes. It's a little wet right now and part of it is sticking to her cheek. I bury my face into it and I just nuzzle and breathe. I have to curl my head in kind of far to do that, since if I was holding my back perfectly straight, we'd be perpendicular, making an upside-down "T" on the bed. But I don't want to be that far away. I don't want to let go. I don't want her to let go.

Her breathing gets faster, turning into little puffs, and I don't let go. She digs the fingers of one hand into the base of my cock, and the fingers of her other hand into my back, and I don't let go. It kinda hurts, but she's about to come and I want to let her body do its thing- I refuse to do anything to break her rhythm, and so I don't let go. She digs in and squeezes and her face tightens up and she suddenly gasps like she's lost her balance or seen a snake, and I don't let go. I let her ride it out, enjoying every last push, until her tears come back, and I don't let go.

I hold her close to me, hard inside her, and as she softly weeps, I rise above her, keeping her leg curled up against her torso so I don't pop out of her. I draw her other leg up to join it, shaping her into a little ball. Her hands go to her knees, clutching them to her breasts. She gets it. She's still crying, but I haven't come yet and she wants me to keep fucking her. And now that she's come, I can cut loose and have at her as I please.

Her hips are tilted up at me and my weight is all on my arms, pressing on the bed astride her shoulders. She's open and wet and wants it all, and I POUND her maybe a little too hard at first, but we establish a hard, solid pattern after three or four vigorous thrusts. Her tears are streaming out and her mouth reaches open with a soundless shout, and I can't help but find the sight unbelievably sexy. She's crying. I'm fucking her like a goddamn jackhammer. And I'm so turned on it scares me. Is this weird? Or is it okay?

If it's not okay, well, that's too fucking bad, because I'm not stopping. I'm not even slowing down. I rear up and take my hands lower, squeezing her ass together to tighten up her loins for more friction so I can come. I'm going to squirt it all into her, and she'll be a sloppy mess again. I look again at her weeping face and her clenched-up body and I push and pump until I feel that familiar urgency again, here it comes, and as I go off, I feel my foundations crumble out from under me as my body shudders and collapses on top of her. My face is one and three-quarters of an inch from hers, and I can smell her musky breath. I'm dripping sweat onto her face, and it's mixing with her tears.

"Goddamnit." She says. "Goddamn." And she chokes and cries some more.

"Mmmmmmnuuh." That's about as coherent as I can be.

"I love you so much. I do. Goddamnit."

"Love you too. Mmn."

"Hold me."

"Won't let go."

"Oh, don't."

"I won't. Got you."

"Sure did." Sniffle. Giggle. She stops crying and wipes at her eyes with the backs of her wrists. "You came all up in me. Got me good."

"Yuh. Maybe that wasn't very responsible of me." I reach for the box of Kleenex, cause we're a real mess now. But I don't let go of her. She said not to. "We should have talked about, you know, our health."

"You don't mean… do you have something you need to tell me?"

"No, no. No. Nothing like that. I mean, I haven't been tested, but I haven't had any reason to be. I've just had a three-year dry spell. Oh, and I give blood all the time. If I was positive for anything, you'd think they'd tell me."

"Yeah. They run my samples through their lab every time I go to the gynecologist. So, feel better, now?"

"Yes, actually. I mean, I wasn't worried. It's just something we should have talked about first. I'm glad we got it out of the way."

"My Goofball. Silly. We didn't have time, remember? You were too busy attacking me."

"Hmmn. Are you sure you weren't the one attacking me?"

"No. Hehe. You're a good boy."

"I just try to live up to my responsibilities, ma'am."

"Good man."

"I also do my rebonsisillities."

"Your what?"

"Silly Responsibilities. Rebonsisillities."

"Aw. That's cute. Did you just make that up?"

"I've thought about 'em that way since I was a kid. I never understood why my Dad had to worry about his silly papers and things when it was time to go to the zoo or eat dinner. He was doing his rebonsisillities."

"Hehe. That's brilliant."

"Thank you. But I hate my rebonsisillities. Most of me hates and hates them. But the grownup part of me does 'em anyway. Don't you have anything like that?"

"Like what?"

"Some little way of looking at things from your childhood that you've never let go of."

"Hmmmn. Yeah. But it's dirty."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I'm a nasty girl, remember?"

"What is it?"

"Cockles and Fuckles."

"WHAT?"

She plays with my spent floppy cock, flipping it back and forth between her fingers and making little slapping noises against my belly.

"Like in the song. Cockles and Fuckles."

"I don't know that song."

"Sure you do." She starts to sing to me. Awww. I love it when a girl sings to me. It's so sweet.

"In Dublin's fair city Where the girls are so pretty Thar lived a sweet lassie named Molly Malone She wheel'd her wheelbarrow Through streets broad and narrow Singing 'Cockles, and Fuckles, allaye, allay-o!'"

"Ooooh. Yes. That song. I know that song. Thank you for singing, by the way."

"You're welcome. Of course."

"But it's about seafood. She's saying she's got cockles and muscles, and they're alive, alive-o."

"Well, yeah, I eventually learned that. But that's what I thought it was at first, and I've always thought of it that way."

"And now, so will I."

"Don't you think it's better that way? I mean I think it's kinda disgusting that she's pushing around a wheelbarrow full of squirming half-dead mollusks."

"Uhh… What exactly WOULD be in her wheelbarrow, then? A bunch of disembodied penises?"

"I hadn't really thought it through that far."

"That would be much worse than mollusks."

"Much worse." She twiddles me some more. "I really like your cockles and fuckles."

"The fuckles were wonderful."

"Mmmmm. Whaddaya mean 'were'? I'm not done with you, Goofball."

"You are a nasty girl."

"You got that right. Now that I've had you…"

"Twice."

"Twice. Now that I've had you twice, I'm not letting you out of my sight. You're the best fuck of my life. And I love you. And you are as close to me as my own skin."

"Oh. Oh, Bratface. Lover. Come here. Come here and hold me."

"Okay. I'm here."

"Stay here."

"I will."



Bratface



"None of your cum went there." 

"Just checking. They feel very nice." 

"Well, leave them alone. You shouldn't be touching them like that." 

"How should I be touching them then?" I pinched a nipple hard making her gasp. 

"Not like that either! Not at all!" 

"You didn't mind me putting my finger in your pussy!" 

"Did you do that? I didn't notice!" 

"Come on, Janine! It felt like this." 

I ran my hand swiftly down over her smooth tummy and pushed my fingers between her thighs. Her swollen pussy lips were still puffed and inflamed from the treatment they'd had earlier, but my finger slid into her cunt easily, even though she was still very tight from her orgasm. 

Janine spread her legs and started to undulate her pelvis again, "Jesus! That feels beautiful!" She moaned. Her eyes were glittering slits again. 

"You said something like that last time." 

"I don't remember." 

"How does this feel?" I slipped another finger into her and then a third. 

Janine gripped her knees with her hands and pulled her legs back and apart as far as they would go, spreading her hole wide open. Her juices leaked out of her cunt around my fingers and trickled down the crack of her ass every time I pulled them back before thrusting in again. 

"Ooooooh! That's heavenly!" 

"I know of something that would feel even better." 

My sister's eyes snapped open. I indicated my re-emergent erection with my own. 

"No! You're my brother!" 

I took a wild stab in the dark: "Huh! So, that's Daddy's prerogative is it?" 

"No, Daddy hasn't done that… yet." 

A chill ran through me. So that's why the old prick treats her like her farts smell of Chanel No.5! Then a mad desire to get back at my father overtook me. "Well, in that case I'm going to beat the bastard to it!" 

"He'll kill you! He'll kill me too for letting you…Oh quick! Do it!" 

"Tell him I raped you!" 

Before Janine could say any more I removed my fingers from her pussy and replaced them with my hard dick, sliding it deep in her channel with a rush, right up to the hilt. Her velvety pussy walls clung to my shaft and she raised her pelvis to me, sucking me in deeper. 

"Oh Richard! Oh fuck! That feels so good!" 

"I thought you said he hadn't fucked you yet!" 

Janine carried on with her frenzied humping on my cock, "He hasn't! He broke me in with his fingers a long time ago, in the middle of the night when you and Mummy were fast asleep. It hurt like hell and I cried because I was bleeding. He said he would let me get over it and then he would fuck me with his fingers until he'd opened me up properly. Last night he told me it was time for him to put his cock in me. He said that now that I'm eighteen, I'm old enough for it and he's going to do it tonight when you two are asleep. Then he made me suck his dick and swallow, like I've done every Friday and Saturday night ever since I can remember. He strokes my hair - he always does - and tells me I am his good little baby and that he loves me more that anyone else in the world. 

"I think he's a little crazy. He makes me wear frumpy clothes shoes and I could have finished with these braces when I was sixteen. He won't let me go out with any boys; he's even suspicious of my girl friends! He's utterly paranoid that I may sneak someone in here while he's not around and get "spoiled". That's why he makes you stay at home with me." 

Undeterred by what she was telling me I carried on banging my sister's tight little cunt, stroking in hard and deep. And she responded in kind, gripping my ass cheeks with both hands and pulling me closer to her undulating pelvis. Jesus, she was proving to be one of the best fucks I'd ever had. She was born to it! 

"What else does he do to you?" 

"He licks my pussy and sticks his fingers up my ass. I have to shave down there and wear these stupid 'kid's panties' so that I'm "the same" as I was when he first came in here one night and started on me. And he makes me lick his butt-hole sometimes as well!" 

All of a sudden, my little sister started going wild, smashing her pubic bone against mine and jerking her pelvis up hard, frantically trying to rub her clit against the base of my cock. A dark red flush was spreading across her chest and her nipples were so swollen they looked as though they were about to burst and spray her lifeblood all over me. 

'Oh Jesus! Ricky help me!" She wailed between her agonised gasps for air. "I'm gonna come! Oh fuck! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ricky, please! Yes! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Rickeeeeeee!" 

Janine went rigid beneath me, stiff and hard like an iron bar. Her breath raced in shallow, rapid little pants. Her eyeballs rolled up under her lids as her teeth bared in a snarling rictus and spittle started leaking from the corners of her mouth. And she was pulling me so hard to her and digging her fingernails so deep into my ass cheeks, I couldn't move! 

Janine let out a low moan that swiftly rose to an inchoate, ear-shattering howl and I felt her cunt clamp and start to flutter all around my cock. She was in the midst of the most massive orgasm I'd ever seen! I'd fucked girls and made them come before, but they'd never, ever come as intensely as this! It was quite frightening, but at the same time it was awe-inspiring. 

Then something seemed to snap and she thrashed like a disjointed doll, arms and legs flying everywhere, her skinny torso jerking and heaving spasmodically. And she raked my ass cheeks so fiercely with her fingernails that I jumped and thrust deep into her again. I thrust once, twice, three times, feeling the tension in my scrotum climbing like a rocket. I was going to come! I was going to shoot my hot jism deep into my little sister's womb! I was going to be the first one to paint her insides with a boiling load of man-spunk! I thrust into her like a maniac, my sphincter and my crotch muscles pounding, my sperm racing up the tube under my cock from my balls. 

Janine went wild again, "Ohhhh! Fuck! I'm coming again! Ricky! I don't believe it! Oh! I can feel your lovely hot come in my pussy! Oh God! It's heavenly! Oh! Fuck! It's gorgeous! Oh, Ricky! It feels sooooooo good! Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" 

We lay together on our sides, facing each other, panting and sweating. Janine made a little shiver, "Oh, Ricky, I felt that first orgasm start as a tingling in my toes and then it shot right through my body like lightening. I was right out of it for a while!" 

"I could see that." 

"But, Jesus I'm sore!" 

"Oh, I'm sorry if I hurt your pussy." 

"My pussy feels very lovely thank you - all warm and tingly! It's my legs and my tummy muscles. They feel like somebody has been beating me with iron bars!" 

"You went so stiff, I couldn't move. It was like being clamped in a vice!" 

"That must be why I'm so sore. We'd better clean up before Mummy and Daddy get home." 

"What are you going to do about Dad? Are you going to let him fuck you later tonight, like he said?" 

"I don't know Ricky, I don't know!" She leapt out of bed and ran off to the bathroom, her hand clamped hard against her pussy to stop my sperm from dripping out of her and onto the carpet. 

I went and tidied up the lounge and the den turned both the televisions off. I left the lights on in the hallway for when my parents got home. By the time I finished pottering around, Janine had finished in the bathroom, so I took a leak and cleaned my teeth and then headed off to my room. But on the way I poked my head around Janine's door. She had already turned her light out. 

Are you okay?" 

"Yes, Ricky, thank you." She held her arms up in the gloom, "Gimme a hug please." 

I kneeled down by the side of her bed and hugged her. Janine held me tight, dragging my face into the girl-scented crook between her neck and shoulder. She held me like that for nearly half a minute. When she finally released me and I moved away her eyes looked to be glistening with tears. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" 

She nodded without saying anything and turned on her side to face the wall. I pulled her door closed behind me as I left her. 

My parents arrived home about 40 minutes later. Mum was giggling and it sounded like Dad had to support her through the front door. You cunning old devil! I thought. You've got Mum pissed to make sure she sleeps well tonight! You should have let me go to Leonie's party; I'd have been screwing her until the small hours. Instead… 

I started awake at a sound in the hallway and looked at the time on my radio alarm. It was just after 1.00am. Uh oh, little sister, it sounds like Dad's on the move! But I was wrong. The next second my bedroom door opened and Janine slipped into my room. Feeling her way to my bed in the dark, she raised the covers and got in beside me. 

"Let me stay with you Ricky," she whispered, "I don't want him pawing me, or..." 

"If that's what you really want, kiddo, I won't let him touch you ever again. I promise!" 

"Oh Ricky, thank you!" 

"But I can't promise that I won't" 

"That's okay, I love the way YOU touch me… Ricky, I want to be close to you." 

She sat up in the bed and pulled her nightie off over her head. A nightie! That must have been Dad's instructions - Janine usually wore pyjamas. Then she reached down and pulled my boxers off me. Having made both of us naked, my little sister snuggled up to me, her soft little titties pressing into my chest and one leg thrown over mine so that her naked pussy pressed against my thigh. With a wriggle and a happy sigh she dropped off to sleep. With very little adjustment I could have slid my dick into her warm, slippery little tunnel, but my sister came to me because she trusted me to protect her, so I didn't. 

I stayed awake, holding her. Sure enough, half-an-hour later, I heard another movement in the hallway. It might have been Mum getting up for a pee, so I held my breath and listened. Then I heard a muttered curse from down the passage where Janine's room was. Yes, it was Dad, and he would be madder than a rattlesnake to find that Janine wasn't in her bed with her thighs spread wide apart waiting for his fat cock to be shoved up into her belly! 

He moved through the rest of the house, in the dark, looking for her. He even heard him opening the big cupboard in the kitchen, thinking that she may be hiding from him in there. 

Finally, he cracked open my bedroom door and I heard the sharp intake of breath that told me he could discern the larger than normal shape in my bed, and that it meant that the two of us were there. He closed my door again and I heard him move away. At least he wasn't going to start anything tonight – the noise of us two going at each other would wake Mum up. Besides, there was no way he could see that Janine and I were both buck naked in my bed, so he had no real excuse. 

He caught up with me in the garage while I was working on my car in the morning. "What were you up to with Janine last night you little fuck?" 

I looked at him levelly in the eyes. I was calm. There was no sign of the flaming anger I usually felt during confrontations with him. I felt cold - in command. I knew then that I was stronger than he was. 

"Dad, I beat you to it. You might have busted her hymen with your fingers, but I fucked your little virgin daughter last night, because she WANTED me to do it! 

He seemed to reel. His clenched fists that were ready to pound me to a bloody pulp relaxed open. 

"Janine told me what you've been doing to her and what you had planned for when you got home last night. Mum would really like to know why you got her so drunk, wouldn't she? Janine also told me how you've been making her suck your dick and swallow your come every weekend since she was little kid. 

"You touch her once more and I'll make sure you go to jail for a million years! Don't even put your arm around her – ever, ever again!" 

My dirty, incestuous father just seemed to shrink. His shoulders slumped and his gaze fell away from mine, weakness flooding through his eyes. I had broken him. The young lion had taken over. 

In a moment of reflection later on that morning I came to terms with the reality that I was no better than he was. I too committed incest with Janine. And I would do it again and again for as long as she wanted me to. The difference between him and me was that he had taken away Janine's childhood, and abused her from a position of power and trust, whereas Janine had given herself to me of her own accord. One day soon I will take my sister to a beautiful, quiet place and kiss her and tell her that I love her, both as a brother and a lover. But the time will have to be right, when she cannot construe that I am only saying, "I love you" because we have sex together. 


Author's Note: The story Bratface, with the character Janine as a just-pubescent teenager, was first published on the Literotica site mid-year 2000. The story sparked a couple of feedback comments about brother-sister relationships and teenage behaviour patterns, so I was pleased with the apparently positive way the story was received by the Literotica readership. Then Bratface was suddenly gone from the listings – the Thought Police had struck! Although I was not happy about it at the time, I appreciate that Laurel and Manu must walk a fine line to avoid getting prosecuted and the site closed down for 'immorality'. I believe that rewriting to make Janine 'legal' has taken away some of the 'this is the way life sometimes is' impact of the original, but I leave it to the readers who have just had a déjà vu experience to decide. On the plus side I got the opportunity to smooth off a few rough edges. Salteena



Brat's Replacement



I think I had pushed my Dom too far.

All i wanted was his attention. I had pulled up stakes and moved to be his 24/7 slave and for a while it was wonderful. But lately he didn't seem enchanted with anything I did, nothing pleased him, I was serious when I was supposed to be playful, and playful when I was supposed to be serious. The former earned me stern disappointed sighs, the latter earned me some mild sexual punishments, some harsh physical ones, and some extremely demanding cleaning assignments.

So I did what I did best. I played the brat. I slept in, I challenged everything he said, I mouthed off, was unnecessarily sarcastic, and flirted with his married friend who came over for dinner. He took away any pleasure for me for a week, woke me up every morning by shoving his cock in my mouth and making sure I swallowed every last drop when he came, and started going out for a drink every night.

I continued to ignore him and he continued not to take the bait. Except for one night when he was drunk, he threw me on the bed, worked most of his hand inside me and told me to shut up when I complained. One of those fingers went in my mouth, then he shoved two fingers roughly in my ass and fingered me right up until the point where I was about to come (a point he knew well), finishing by coming over every exposed part of my skin. To top it off, he held me that night while I slept so I couldn't run into the other room and get myself off.

The next day he was gone early and left a long list of instructions which I chose to ignore. instead when he came home he found me in the hot tub, dead drunk on an expensive bottle of wine which was not for casual drinking. He went out that night and that's when I think the idea came to him.

When he came home, he told me that his little subbie friend and her Dom had been at the club and they had gotten into a conversation about sharing slaves. He chose to tell me all about some of the lessons that the other sub needed to be taught, and how her Dom thought that my Dom might be the right person to teach them to her. He must have seen the jealousy in my eyes, must have gotten off on it, or realized that was my achilles heel.

Which is why I found myself here, in a strange house, tied to a chair. My Dom standing over a woman I didn't know, looking at her, touching her, kissing her slowly, teasingly, softly. He would whisper something to her and she would drop a bit of clothing, smiling, blushing. And after every one of these he would look over, into my eyes, and give me that stare. The stare that said that he would do what he wanted to, as was his right, and there was nothing I could do about it. That stare that said, maybe now you will behave.

I did ok until he laid her down, she with only a t-shirt on, him fully clothed, and knelt between her spread legs. I had to watch as he teasingly pulled her shirt up to be able to get his tongue to where he wanted it, which was inside her beautifully shaved cunt. At first he didn't let me see, then he turned her to just the right angle so I could see everything. In between licks, he would look up at me. Finally moved by the tears on my cheeks, he came over and kissed me full, letting me taste her. "This doesn't have to happen again, flower, remember that you caused it, and you can prevent it." I cried against him and thanked him, noticing that he didn't loosen my ties.

He left me again to turn his attention to his new conquest and I wasn't going to give either of them the satisfaction of begging out loud, but I had learned my lesson and was ready to go home. Besides I was wet and turned on and aching for him to take me. He was either torturing me or enjoying himself too much to pay me much attention, and I sat and watched him. Licking her. Putting his fingers inside her. Touching her softly and gently like I couldn't remember him touching me for a long time, ever since he had discovered the pleasure in taking my body hard and rough and fast and violently. Teasing her with his cock. Kissing her neck because she turned away when he wanted to kiss her on the lips and didn't want to taste herself. And finally holding her while he stroked her clit to orgasm, all the while looking over the top of her head at me.

Again he came back to give me the tiniest bit of attention. I could smell her on him and I couldn't stand it. I was seething with jealousy as I looked over at her on the bed, panting, awash in pleasure, and obviously very grateful to my beautiful Dom. I managed to sound normal as I again apologized and thanked him for forgiving me for my behavior. When he turned to go a second time, I stopped him with a tiny, "Wait...aren't we going to leave?"

He smiled at me softly and shook his head. "this is your punishment, flower. You knew the rules, you broke them, and I know that this is the worst thing I can do to you." He grabbed the back of my hair roughly and pulled it back so I was looking up at him. "Now watch, every little bit of it. Watch me fuck her. Watch me do all the things that I used to do for you, that you may never get to experience again. You have pushed me and pushed me, and I have been lenient compared to everything I have wanted to do to you." 

Enjoying the look of absolute fear in my eyes, he said, "Which i still might do to you. If you are lucky." He paused to lean down and bite my lip, hard enough so I knew he was really mad at me. Oh my god. He wasn't playing, this wasn't just a mind fuck. 

And then he turned back to the girl. He ordered her on her knees in front of him and she complied too quickly and too willingly for me to believe that she was just a random female. And all of the sudden I knew who she was. She was the sub, the little girl from the club whose Dom had lent her out. Oh my god, no. "Stay", he told her. She replied, looking at him obediently and adoringly. "Yes sir." I started straining at my bonds anew. I was a much better slave than her, I could serve my master much better than her, if only I would get the chance. He yanked off the t-shirt and walked over to me one last time. "Watch. And see how a real slave acts." He dumped her t-shirt in my lap. I could smell her perfume and I hated it, I hated her, oh god, I wanted my Dom back. Please. "This one really knows her shit." 

He knew this was the worst thing he could say to me. He knew how much a part of me being a submissive was. And to say that this bitch was better than me? Oh god, no. What did he mean she knew her shit? Had they been together before? As compared to who? Who all had he been playing with? Oh please, please no. "But-" I began, but he cut me off. "No." Seeing the look in his eyes, I shut up.

"One last time: watch. If you don't, I will let her do whatever she wants to you. And you won't like it." He paused and looked hard into my eyes. "You believe me this time, don't you?"

I believed him.



Bratty Sub Gets Taught a Lesson



He knew she had been bratty just for him. He could tell by that shimmer in her eye what she wanted. It had been so hard to hold back, to keep her waiting, guessing when it would come. Suddenly she issues that challenge that would make any man break. 

"You couldn't make me cum anyway, why would you even try?"

That was it. She knew by the flames in his eyes that she had pushed the right button. 

"We will just have to see about that." He said.

In one swift motion he had both thrown her on the bed as well as handcuffed her to it. It all happened so fast she didn't even have time to react. Not until her panties were around her ankles and he shirt was over her head like a blindfold did she realize what had happened, but now it was too late. He had already flipped her onto her stomach and begun circling her ass with his had like a vulture.

"You have been very bad, haven't you?" he asked, hand lingering on her right ass check as he did so.

"I have no idea what you're talking abou.."

She broke off right before she finished her sentence from the force of his hand smacking her soft bottom. She wasn't even ready for the second blow.

"Don't play dumb with me! Address me properly and answer with yes or no unless instructed otherwise!"

She knew he was serious, but still she couldn't help herself. The words just slipped out so easily.

"Why should I?"

Without even a second to regret what she had said, he had let off three more blows to her ass. His hands were so big and he hit so hard. Her ass was already red and sore from a mere 5 slaps.

"Do you understand now?" he asked, waiting for her to be defiant again.

"Yes," she said

Suddenly he let her have 2 more, one on each cheek.

"Yes what?"

"Yes...sir." She stuttered, mind reeling from the pain.

She didn't know what she had gotten herself into. It hurt so much, but she must like it because she was already dripping with pleasure. All she knew was that she wanted more. She did like seeing him this way, it turned her on so much. The tone in his voice was firm, controlling, but at the same time loving. She knew he was doing this for her own good.

"Now, I'll ask again, you have been bad haven't you?"

"Yes sir, I have been very bad." She said. It was easier this time.

"Do you know what happens to bad girls?" he asked, knowing it would turn her on to know he was thinking the same thing she was.

"They get punished sir." She murmured. She hoped he didn't know how much this turned her on. Just speaking those last few words made her so wet it was dripping down her legs. No such luck.

"I see you are enjoying this. Your tight little pussy shouldn't be that wet from just a few spanks. That is very naughty. Add five more to the ten you have for being such a brat."

"Yes sir, punish me and my tight little pussy sir." She was actually begging now. She wanted this so bad.

Without hesitation he smacked her ass hard. She was almost brought to tears by this single hit. She didn't know how she could stand 14 more.

"Count them out slut!" he growled

"One sir thank you sir!" she shouted back.

After four more he paused. She didn't know what to expect, but she was thankful for the short reprieve. Suddenly he plunged two fingers in her pussy as far as they would go. She almost came from both the surprise and the sheer ecstasy of the act. She bucked her hips violently trying to get his fingers deeper in her. As quickly as he had put them in her, he had pulled them out.

"I don't remember telling you that you can enjoy this. You are mine to do with as I please, and it would serve you well not to forget that. Lick my fingers clean and add 2 more for being disobedient.

She could barely speak from the shock of the last experience, but she managed to get out a "yes sir" and eagerly sucked on his fingers while he pulled her hair to let her take them deeper. The last 12 spankings were easier to take than those first few. She had learned her lesson by now. She knew that he was in charge, and that turned her on even more. 

"It seems you didn't learn your lesson about not enjoying this. I can see that you have been dripping all over yourself. Since I am feeling generous today, I won't punish your ass anymore." He said in a very commanding tone, "Instead I will punish your pussy with my throbbing cock."

Yes! This is what she truly wanted. She wanted to suck on his cock so bad, but she was still held to the bed. She knew what she had to say.

"Please sir! Please! Your little slut wants to suck on your cock sir! Let your little slut pleasure you before you punish her sir!"

"I will release you for that purpose, and you will be punished more severely for misbehaving after I do."

He reached over her head and released her restraints. She wasted no time in pulling off his pants and shoving his rod in her mouth. The feel of his cock rubbing on her lips made her want it even more. He gently guided her mouth by tugging on her hair. She liked being controlled like this. His steady hand made sure she didn't get too eager. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally said that it was time, and instructed her to lie on the bed. She did so obediently. He climbed on top of her and thrust his cock into her juicy pussy. Three more hard thrusts and she was already cumming for him. He pulled out real quick and she came again from that shock.

"You can now enjoy this." He said.

"Thank you so much sir!" she shouted back.

He fucked her hard for a long time, with her cumming regularly until he suddenly stopped.

"Get up and bend over the chair." He ordered.

She obeyed. She knew what was coming. She had wanted this more than anything. It was her favorite position. When she got into place he again drove his dick in he as hard as he could. He grabbed her arms and used them as if they were reigns on a horse. He fucked her through another half dozen orgasms. When she was nearing climax one more time he told her to wait for him.

"I don't know if I can, it feels so good" she moaned.

"You will wait for me slut" he ordered back.

It took forever in her eyes. She could barely hold it in to begin with. Now she couldn't stop herself anymore. She had just begun cumming when she felt him shoot his load in her right on her G spot. The pleasure was so great that she screamed and bit down on the chair. She thought it would end like a normal orgasm, but instead it kept going. Her pussy kept pulsating and he kept cumming. When it felt like the pleasure would make her pass out, he pulled out as fast as he could. They both collapsed in a heap back on the bed and spent the rest of the night in each others arms.