Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

My hand smacked down, not really hard, but hard enough to produce a squeal of protest. I spanked again, and again and again, slowly turning her ass red. Her legs kicked and jerked as she cursed and yelled, and I got tantalizing glimpses of her gash.

In fact, I dragged her further forward so I'd get a better look at it. She squirmed beautifully, grinding her red cheeks as I continued to slap down at them. I slapped harder, my cock growing hard, my hand hot.

I halted, resting my hand on her ass, stroking it softly.

"Have you learned your lesson, brat?" I asked. "Ready to stop bugging me?"

"Yeaasssss," she half sobbed.

"Apologize for being such a brat."

"Fuck you!" she cried.

Man, my hand wanted to slide between those thighs so badly it was all I could do to keep it from trembling. But all I needed was for her to go to my parents and tell them I'd groped her so obviously and I'd be in deep shit.

Even if she didn't go to them she'd probably hold it over my head.

But still… oh man I wanted to. I wanted to so bad.

She squirmed, and I kind of… shifted her, easing her ass forward while pulling her head in against my hip. I spread my legs a bit, and arranged it so she was straddling my right leg, my knee pressed up at her twat.

I didn't have the view of her snatch now, but I had the satisfaction of feeling my leg pressing right up into her soft pussy meat.

"Are you gonna be a brat any more?"

"Fuck you!"

I slapped at her ass, and she squealed and cried out again, her body jerking and writhing, her pussy rubbing against my leg. At first it was accidental, probably, but as I continued spanking the rubbing became way too steady, way too fast and continuous for it to be anything but deliberate.

I kept fighting myself. It wasn't just groping I wanted now. I had a hard-on made of steel, and I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to put her on all knees, strip her naked, and ride her until she screamed with pleasure.

Yeah, yeah, I know. She was my baby sister, but man she was sex incarnate. She had a mouth-watering body, a gorgeous face, and an attitude.

I slapped harder, really pounding against that ass. She was sobbing now, tears making my shirt wet as she jerked and ground herself down. Then she started grunting, low and fast, her body shaking as she ground against my leg.

That little ass must have been burning up, but I guess the heat inside her was more important. She was coming, and my cock was ready to burst because of it. Instead when her trembling eased I stopped my spanking and dumped her off me onto the floor.

She lay on her side for a moment, knees pulling in against her, then she slowly, weakly got to her knees, then her feet. She staggered away with a muttered curse at me, and I rubbed my cock through my jeans as I heard her going upstairs. My pants were damp where she'd rubbed her snatch.

I shook my head, thinking about the consequences of laying the little slut. Man I bet that was tight pussy, and I bet I could do whatever I wanted with her, but she was such a little brat there was no telling what she'd do, who she'd tell.

The last thing I wanted was to get arrested for molesting my own sister. They'd put me in the can with the perverts.

If I thought that spanking would have caused Gwen to back off a bit I was wrong. If anything she acted the brat even more, maybe looking for another spanking. I was happy to oblige, and I gave her a few bare ass spankings where I was sure she came.

She acted more and more the brat and cock-tease, though, and it was driving me batty. Half the time I felt like slugging her, and the other half I felt like plugging her.

I couldn't keep my eyes off those long bare legs when she'd sit across from me, or next to me, and constantly felt the urge to slide my hands along their length from ankle to crotch. I wanted to touch her hair, too, and to squeeze the fat titties that were always thrusting out against whatever tight outfit she was wearing.

Then one day I'd had enough. The little brat grabbed my remote and took off with it. I glared at her retreating form, and then got up, telling myself I was going to do more than tan her pretty ass this time.

When I got upstairs I found her door locked… of course. I shook my head and muttered, then went into the nearest room and got a wire clothes hanger. I straightened the hook and pressed the wire through the little round hole in her doorknob, popping the lock.

She gasped when I came into the room, backing up, then turning and diving onto the bed, where the remote lay, pulling it in against her stomach.

I snorted over to the bed, grabbing a leg and jerking her onto her back. I climbed into bed, grabbing at her wrists, jerking them apart, then straddling her and jamming her hands up and back above her. She panted, wild-eyed, face flushed as she looked up at me.

"Get off me!" she demanded. "Bastard!"

"You are beginning to get on my nerves, you little slut," I growled. "I think smacking your little ass isn't doing enough for you."

"Get… off," she gasped, struggling.

I gazed at her robe, which she never wore, hanging on the corner post of her bed. It had a long clothe belt I leaned forward, pressing my legs against her arms to hold them down.

Gwen jerked and thrashed, but I had twice her weight easily, and had no trouble holding her down as I snatched at the robe and yanked the belt loose. I tied a loop in one end and forced it over her right hand, then yanked it tight and tied the knot.

"What… what are you… doing?!" she gasped, wriggling below me.

"What should have been done years ago," I growled.

I put the belt around the bedpost, then drew it over to the other side, put it around the bedpost there, and forced her hand up towards the post. She continued to struggle as I tied it around her wrist, then gave a gasp and went limp as I sat back.

I looked down at her, my eyes moving to her round mounds moving up and down beneath the tight, midriff baring tank top she had on. I eased myself a little further back on her then ran my hands up and down her sides.

Goddamn she looked great! Those tits; her nipples thrusting out against the thin, tight cotton, her bare, belly, the flesh so soft and warm.

I raised my hands, sliding them up from her ribs, pressing them against the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together.

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened wide too as she stared at me.

"Wh… what are you doing?" she gasped.

"You've been shaking these jugs in my face for the last month, Gwen," I said. "How come? Huh? You think you can play the cock-tease forever?"

"I… I… didn't," she gulped.

I mashed her melons together, letting my fingers ease into the soft meat. Then I grabbed the bottom of the tank top and slowly pushed it higher, baring her lower ribs, then… then those fat, straining melons. She had no bra beneath, and I got my first good look at my little sister's gorgeous tits.

Man, were they a pair! Even laying on her back they were sticking out firm and round. They'd sunk down a little, but fattened out. Her nipples were thick and hard and puffing out like raspberries.

Her chest was heaving, her face beet red as I exposed her breasts and gazed down at them. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly but she didn't do anything but gulp in air, like she'd forgotten how to speak.

"Man, Gwen, you have one of the finest sets I've seen in a long time, hell, maybe forever," I growled.

It was true. I'd seen bigger, but none so perfectly formed.

I laid my hands on them softly, stroking them over the surface, following the contours of those perfect teenage tits. I gloried in how soft and warm her flesh was, how perfect and unblemished those soft tit balls were.

I squeezed then, letting my fingers dig deep furrows in the perfect white lobes, distorting their perfect shape, mashing them down, apart, together, up, down.