Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

She folded her arms over her more than ample chest as I laughed.

I wasn't laughing inside though. Man, that meat was firm but soft.

"I bet the guys are really sniffing around you. It's a good thing I'm here to keep them back."

"Don't you dare!" she laughed.

"So when did all this happen?" I grinned, waving at her.

"It's been three years," she said.

"So it has. So tell me what's been happening," I said, slipping an arm around her and leading her back towards the house.

She chatted eagerly as we went inside, about my parents, cousins, some people I'd known from high school, neighbors.

I listened with half an ear. On one side I was telling myself she was just a kid, and my sister, and I had no business thinking of her in a sexual way. On the other side I was thinking of the girls younger than her I'd fucked in Thailand, and how long it'd been since I'd had any gash.

I mean, hell, I hadn't paid much attention to her when I'd been here. And she'd been a kid then, a girl. Now she was like… a whole other person, and the way the cool air was making her nipples push out against the thin fabric of her top was a fuckin' crime. They were almost drawing my lips like magnets draw steel.

Well anyway, aside from her the first day was a fuckin' write off. My old man was the same arrogant prick I'd left three years back, and my mother the same whiny brainless bitch.

Over the next few weeks I spent a lot of time at home trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life, where and when to get my money, and what to use it for.

I learned that my old man still spent most of his life at work, and was still the nasty mean spirited, self-righteous son of a bitch I remembered. The old lady spent almost as much time now with various charities and social groups, and was rarely home.

As for Gwen… she seemed to be kind of fucked up, to tell you the truth. She was always trying to be perfect to make my father happy, and never quite succeeding. The little fox should have been out partying and fucking and having fun. Instead, even though she'd gotten straight A's at a snooty private school she spent hours studying because she was taking summer school!

All my mother did with her was tell her how important it was for her to be pretty. That was almost the sole topic of conversation between them, was all the old lady seemed interested in.

At the same time she was acting weird around me. Half the time she was a little eager to please puppy, always yapping about this or that, and half the time she was a little brat, getting on my nerves. She also wore a great deal less clothes than she should have. Okay, it was her house, and I was her brother, but man, with a body like hers, what did she think, that I was made of stone?

She'd walk casually by in these high-cut string bikini jockeys and a tank top that hugged those melons of hers like it was painted on. Or she'd wear the black silk top to her pajamas, and man those legs looked like they'd go up forever.

I wasn't no shrink, but it didn't take a genius to figure out the way she taunted me was the same kind of petty cock-teasing teenage girls did to guys all the time. My guess was she didn't get much opportunity to try it out since she was always studying.

She didn't seem to have much of a social life, which was really weird given how cute she was. Man, when her hair was done up, it framed her face so beautifully! It was parted in the middle, shining like silk and spilling over her shoulders down to just above her wispy waist. I wanted to just slide my fingers through it.

Anyway, at first I kind of ignored her, but then she just turned brattier. She was looking for attention, and I was the only person around.

And to make matters worse my old man decided to go on a business trip to the east coast. The old lady, probably in search of great shopping, went with him.

That left the kid and me alone in the house. I guess she figured, hey, he's my brother, so I can wag my ass around as much as I want without him doing anything. She never did anything she couldn't deny, of course, but when she leaned past me to get something in a kitchen cupboard, and pressed those big tits into my back, well… it wasn't because she couldn't have gone around me.

So anyway, here I was kind of pissed at the world, trying to lie low so the Marines didn't get suspicious, and with this hot little fox shaking her titties in my face every other night.

I couldn't help thinking, man, this little bitch needed to get herself a cock. I mean, you see a piece of ass like that and you say to yourself that it's a fuckin' crime if it isn't getting pounded in every hole ever day and night.

So I didn't mind the cock teasing. I didn't mind hugging her, feeling those jugs against me, slapping that firm round ass of hers, copping a feel of her when it could be explained as accidental, or a joke, like putting my arms around her and hugging her back against me, and letting my hands kind of… push up into that soft titty meat.

So anyway, one day, I'm watching the game on TV, when Gwen prances into the living room, snatches the remote off the sofa beside me, sits down on the coffee table, and changed the channel.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"I wanna watch this," she sniffed, not turning around.

Now she could be a brat, but she wasn't this fucking rude.

"Turn it back, brat."

She held her hand up so it went over her shoulder, middle finger extended.

"Uh huh."

She was wearing the top of her pajamas, and a gorgeous amount of leg was on display as she sat on the coffee table. If she wanted to play games… that was okay with me.

I leaned forward and grabbed the remote. She snatched at it and I jerked her forward so she fell off the table onto the floor, squealing. I sat back as she knelt there on all fours, glaring at me, before straightening.

I only wished I had been smart enough to push her so she fell the other way.

"Prick," she said, her face going into a pout.

I turned the channel back and she climbed to her feet.

She hovered off to one side. I put the remote next to me, on my other side. She darted forward, leaning over me to snatch at the remote. I swung my right arm up and across her back, pulling her down so she fell across my lap with a squeal.

I grabbed at the remote but she jerked it in under her body.

"Gimmie that, you brat!"

"No! I want to watch Star Search!"

"Fuck you. Ginimie the remote."

"No!"

"You spoiled brat. You know what your problem is? The old man should have put you across his knee when you were younger and spanked your ass."

"Ha!"

The hem of her top had already risen so I could see half her ass, and I yanked it up all the way, almost whistling in appreciation at the sight of those two perfect cheeks.

Gwen squealed in protest, of course, wiggling and struggling, trying to yank her top down. I fought her hands back and delivered three good whacks to her bare behind, trying to lean my head over to see the muff she was hiding between tightly closed legs.

I let her squirm off, partly because I was getting a hard-on. I held a hand on my lap to disguise it, and pretended to ignore her as she scrambled to her feet.

"Bastard!" she shouted.

"Now go away, brat," I replied, looking at the TV.

Man, she had one of the best asses I'd ever seen, and I'd seen my share.

"I want to watch Star Search!"

She was still playing the game! Man, she was probably getting hot too, getting into this.

She grabbed at the remote, ducking back each time I raised my hand.

"Give me that," she demanded. "Give it."

She grabbed at it again and I caught her wrist yanking her forward. She squealed again as I caught her over my lap. I pinned her wrists together behind her back and jerked the pajama top up, revealing that beautiful little ass again.