My name is John. I live with my twin sister and our mom. This is the story of the day I got caught looking at my sister in the bath.

I had never really taken any notice of how sexy my sister had turned out. She was one of them in gymnastics and horse riding. One of the popular girls. I, on the other hand, was a skinny, weedy boy, but the worst thing was the size of my penis. I knew it was small by the size of all my friends when we would go swimming. You could see the bulges in their swimsuits; mine just poked out a little. One day, my mates and I were talking about girls and sex. I had had a few girlfriends, but never got past kissing and feeling their boobs, and was scared of ever letting them feel my penis. One of my friends started talking about my sister Amy, saying how hot she was. I just said I didn’t really notice, as I didn’t look at her that way.

He said, “If I had a sister like that, I would try and look.”

Amy was away at college, so I didn’t see her much. The summer break was coming up, so she would be home.

*****

Summer break was here. Amy arrived home all happy and giggly, dressed in leggings and a loose hoodie. She hugged Mom, then me, that’s the first time I had even thought about the way her boobs felt when they squished against me. We sat down at the table and chatted about what she had been up to. She told Mom about this boy she had met, James, who was a rugby player, and he lived about an hour away, and how happy he made her, which I was glad about. The next day, I heard Amy on the phone, saying she missed him, too, and would ask Mom. The next day, Mom said she needed a chat. She told us she would be away till Friday with work. Sunday afternoon, my mom left and said, “See you Friday, there’s money on the side table for food.”

Amy was gone when I got up on Monday morning. There was a note saying she had gone food shopping and that if there was anything I wanted, I to give her a call. When she got back from shopping, we put it away, Amy did the cooking, and then we would both clear up. I had started to notice what Amy looked like. She was wearing cut-off jeans and tight vests in the day and baggy shorts and sports bras at night. She was so hot. She didn’t really notice that I was looking at her. We were talking about James, and she told me how protective he was of her and how eager he was to see her again. Then she asked me what happened with my girlfriend.

I said, “It didn’t work out. We wanted different things.”

“OK, never mind, there’s always someone out there,” she said.

So, it was Thursday morning. I woke to a silent house. I got up and walked around the bungalow. No sign of Amy. I went to her room and knocked on the door. No answer. So, I opened the door the room was empty. I went back to my room and played video games for about 2 hours. Later, I heard a car pull up It was Amy. By the way she was dressed, I would say she had been horse riding. She went to her room; the next thing I heard was her running a bath. Remembering what my friends said, I thought, ‘What’s the harm in peeking?’

I opened my door slightly to see Amy in her underwear. A little while thong. Her boobs were on show. She peeled down her thong and stepped into the bathroom. I thought, ‘Did I hear the bathroom door close?’ My friend’s voice was in my head, and my curiosity got the better of me. I crept down the hall, and the door was ajar. I looked in there was the most amazing sight I had ever seen. Amy was lying there like an Angel, her boobs just sat there firm, her flat, toned stomach, and a smooth pussy. As I watched her lying there, my little dick grew to its full 4 inches.

I must have been watching for a few minutes when, all of a sudden, I felt this slap go across my ass cheek. I screamed in pain. Amy screamed and covered herself. I turned round to see our very angry Mom standing there. She screamed at me, “You pervert! What do you think you are doing?”

Amy came out of the bathroom in a towel, screaming at me as well. After all the shouting calmed down, I was ordered to Mom’s bedroom. That meant one thing in our house: a spanking. About ten minutes later, my Mom and Amy entered the room. Amy was carrying something. She put it down on the dresser.

Mom said, “Right, what do you think you were doing?”

All I could say was how sorry I was to them both, especially Amy, and I wouldn’t do it again.

Mom said, “After we have finished with you. You probably won’t. Right, strip…”

“I can’t. We never get spanked bare. Besides, Amy is here,” I said.

Mom said, “Well, you perved on her naked, so you will be punished naked. Now, strip…”

“But Mom, I can’t!”

“Either you strip or I will strip you, and your punishment will be worse.”

“OK, OK,” I said.

I removed my joggers, socks, and t-shirt. All that was left were my boxers.

“Hurry up,” my mom said.

“But Mom, don’t make me in front of Amy…”

“Last chance,” she says.

I put my thumbs in my waistband and start crying.

“What are you crying for? Come here.” I walked to my mom, who gripped my boxers. In seconds, they are round my ankles. There is a loud gasp from my mom.

Amy asks, “What’s wrong?”

Mom says, “Turn around. Show your sister.”

Not wanting to make Mom any madder, I turned around, and she started laughing. I burst into tears, totally humiliated.

Amy says, “My friend’s little brother has a bigger dick and he’s still growing.”

Mom says, “Never mind that. It’s spanking time. Get over the bed, legs spread, chest on the bed, and don’t move.”

The first slap lands then.  Another and another and another. Soon, I was bawling like a baby as Amy watched.

“Wow, that’s red, Mom,” Amy said.

“And redder it’s going to get,” came her reply.

My ass cheeks were burning now. I don’t know how many or how long I spanked, but when Mom stopped, she turned to Amy and said, “Right, your turn.”

I couldn’t see much through my tears, but Amy went to the dresser and picked up what she had brought with her.

“Right,” said Mom. “Imagine he is a horse.”

Amy said, “But Mom…”

“No buts… He has to learn not to be a pervert, OK?”

A couple of seconds later, I heard a swish and then a crack. It was like my butt had exploded. My head was swirling. Crack, another found its mark. Crack, crack, crack… She continued. My butt was on fire as she worked her way down my butt. She carried on up my legs and gave me four across them. It was the worst pain to that moment I had ever felt.

“Right,” Mom said. “Stand up.”

I struggled to my feet. My butt was throbbing. I asked, “Can I rub it?”

Mom says, “No, you will forget about it too soon.”

I wondered what she meant. It wasn’t long before I found out.

“Right, lie on your back. Feel on the floor with your legs apart. Amy…” she said, “You know what to do. I will be back soon.”

Amy looked down at me and said, “Sorry, LITTLE bruv, but it’s your fault for being a pervert.”

Suddenly, my right testicle erupts in agony as she brings the whip down. I nearly passed out from the pain. Again and again, she whips my testicles. She stops and tells me to pull my foreskin back. But it just rolls back. Do it again, same thing, right? She goes to mom’s dresser and comes back, pulling my foreskin back.

“There you go. Look at that little mushroom. Here we go…”

Whap…

She lands it right on the end of my dick. I was screaming and bouncing on the bed over and over. She whips my poor penis. When she is done, she shouts to her mom. Mom comes in and looks, and turns to Amy and says, “Very good. He probably won’t peek at you again, or he will get it twice as bad, oh yes, and by the way, I think it would be OK for James to stay for a long weekend.”

All excited, Amy hugs Mom and says Thank you.

Mom says, “I will leave it up to you if you tell James what happened here today.”

“OK, thanks again, Mom.”

I was still lying on the floor. I looked down there was a hairband around my near purple penis. I went to pull it off, but the pain was too much. Amy crawled next to me and whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait to tell James. He will probably crush your nose and your tiny raisen balls.”

She helps me up and to my bedroom. As I walk in, she slaps my butt and tells me it looks sore. I think to myself, ‘Sore as fuck.’

I lay on my bed and drifted off to sleep.

*****

I woke up. The light is shining through my open curtains. I can hear my Mom and Amy talking and giggling. My butt is still burning, but not as bad. I try to sit. The pain is too much in both my butt and penis. I try to take the hairband off my penis, but it is too swollen and I can’t grab it. So I put on some boxers. No, I can’t wear them. So loose joggers it is, and a T-shirt. I find my mom and Amy in the kitchen.

“Morning, perv,” my Mom says.

Amy just gives me a stare.

“OK,” I said. “I’m sorry. I know it was stupid and I won’t do it again.”

Mom says, “I doubt you will.”

I say, “I have a bit of a problem.”

“What?” says Mom.

Sheepishly, I say, “I can’t get the band off my penis.”

“OK, let me see,” says Mom.

I show her. “Mmmm, you done a good job there, Amy. Maybe we just leave it on? The little thing will die and fall off. It wouldn’t really make a difference,” and she laughs. “I will leave it up to you, Amy. But I hope it falls off as it’s no good to any woman, hehe!”

“Come here,” Amy says, and she gets a scissors out of the draw.

She grabs my penis and pulls the band, and cuts it. The blood rushes back, the pain is so bad, and a tear rolls down my face.

Mom says, “Amy, I’m going out on a date tonight with a guy from work, so I don’t know what time I will be home. What time is James getting here?”

“About 4,” Amy replies.

“Ah, good. I will get to meet him before I leave. Anyway, get what you want for lunch. I’m going into town for an outfit.”

I just went to watch TV in the lounge. I sat on a soft cushion. Mom came in and said, “Right, I’m going to get ready. No peeking from you,” and smiled.

*****

Just past three pm, there’s a knock at the door. Amy shouts, “Can you get that, perv. I’m doing mum’s makeup.”

I open the door, and standing there is a guy about six feet four inches tall and built like a god. “Hello,” I say. “Can I help you?” 

“I’m looking for Amy,” he said. “I’m James.”

“OK, you’d better come in. She won’t be long.”

“So you must be John?”

“Yes, that’s me,” I said, looking in awe of this man mountain.

Next thing, Amy comes running and jumps into his arms. It’s like she nearly vanished in his cuddle. She’s kissing him, telling him she missed him.

“I’ve missed you, too, babe,” he said, and she giggled.

“Do you want anything to drink or eat?” Amy asks him.

“I will have a glass of water. I will eat something later.”

Mom walks into the kitchen, dressed in a short skirt and tight tight-fitting blouse. “Hello,” she says. “I’m Amy’s mom. You must be James.”

“I am,” he said, “but there was no need to get dressed up to meet me.”

“Oh, stop. I’m going out, so I will probably meet you properly tomorrow.” A horn blasts. “That’s my taxi. Bye. Nice to meet you, James. See you all tomorrow.” Mom left.

Amy takes James by the hand. “Come on, I’ve missed you,” and led him to her bedroom.

I continued watching sports. I thought I heard a little jelp. So I turned the TV down, sure enough, I could hear my sister saying, “Oh yes, that’s it…”

I could guess what they were up to. Eventually, James comes out of the bedroom, goes into the bathroom and washes his hands then walks into the lounge. Soon after, Amy comes out slightly red-faced. James tells me they are having takeout and asks if I would like some.

“Yes, please,” I reply.

The take-out arrives, and Amy starts serving it up, and James says, “Not too much for John, as he has a lot of dessert to get through.”

I didn’t see any dessert as we were eating, so I asked about it.

James said, “It’s an old family recipe handed down.”

“But what if I don’t like it?” I asked, confused.

“Well, Amy likes it. So I’m sure you will,” he told me.

It didn’t sound that bad, so we continued eating. When we had finished dinner, we cleaned up. We sat and watched a movie for a while.

“Right…” James suddenly said. “It’s time for dessert.”

“Come with me,” Amy tells me, “While James prepares it.” Amy leads me to her bedroom. “Right, sit on the bed while I go and see if it’s ready.”

They both appear. James is carrying a bag. Amy is carrying a camera and a tripod. She sits it down, locks her bedroom door, and hands James the key.

James turns to me and says, “Right, little man, you have a choice. Either I smash your face in and crush your little testicles, or you can do everything we tell you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You’ll see. Amy told me what happened, and I wanted to come here and fuck you up, but Amy didn’t want that, so we had to come up with something to make sure you never do it again.”

“What do you mean?” I asked again.

“Well, first, I want to see the damage your mom and Amy inflicted on you, so strip.”

I looked at Amy.

“Don’t look at her. STRIP…”

“No way,” as the words came out of my mouth, a punch landed in my stomach, sending me to the floor.

Then I felt my joggers being pulled off. Then my T-shirt. I lay there naked.

“Get up,” James shouted.

I struggled to my feet.

“I see what you mean about tiny. I hope our surprise isn’t too big for it. You did a good job there, Amy. Shame I wasn’t here to help. Right, Amy, get the thing out of the bag.”

“Mmmm,” she says.

“What is that?” I asked.

“It’s a chastity cage,” she answered.

James says, “Wait. Let’s get rid of those pubes first.”

Amy gets her razor, puts on a new head, and gets to work. Soon, she declared, “All done.”

I look down and I’m smooth as silk. No hair whatsoever in my groin.

“Right, pop it on and let’s get to work,” James said. “You will call me ‘Sir,’ and Amy, ‘Mistress’ until I say otherwise. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I say.

Amy slapped my face. “He said call him Sir.”

I was shocked that Amy had slapped me. I obediently said, “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy. Now bend over the bed,” he said.

“Please don’t spank me. I can’t take any more,” I begged.

“It’s OK,” Sir says as I feel a liquid running down my ass crack.

Amy shows me a bulbous thing. “This is going in your asshole, and look, it’s got a cute little pink heart on the end,” she said.

She gives it to James. Then I feel it at the entrance to my asshole. It presses in. Sir tells me to relax and breath out. As I do, he pushes and it’s inside me.

“Mmmm, isn’t that cute. Set the camera, Amy,” James said.

She sets it and starts taking pics of my whipped ass with the pink heart butt plug showing. I’m made to stand against the wall while she puts on the chastity cage.

“Not a bad fit,” Amy declares and starts taking pics.

“Right, Amy, what’s next?

“Dessert,” she shouts. “Kneel for me, perv.”

I kneel as James peels off his top; his chest looks like it’s chiseled out of marble. Then he walks in front of me and orders me to pull down his shorts.

“Wait…” Amy says. “I want this on video. OK, go…”

I slide them down as his cock springs out; it must be at least 8 inches, and it isn’t even hard yet.

“Look at that, John. That is a cock,” Amy laughs.

“Pull them shorts all the way off,” James orders. “Right, Amy, guide it into his mouth.”

I keep my lips tightly together.

“Hard or easy,” James tells me.

“Easy, Sir,” I said.

“Good boy. Now open up.”

Amy got the snake in her hand and guided it into my mouth. “Wait… I gotta get the camera, OK?”

She zooms in on my face with a giant cock entering it.

“Good boy. How do you like dessert so far? James asked.

I try to answer, but it comes out garbled.

“I think he is enjoying it,” Amy said.

Sir puts his hands on the back of my head and slowly pumps in and out while Amy films it. I’m gagging and choking, but it doesn’t put him off.

“Right, enough of that. Amy is in bed. Perv, get your sister ready for me.

“How, sir?” I asked.

“Lie under her.”

I get under her.

“Amy, ride his face like you ride your horse. But if he’s no good, punch him in the cage that will sort him out.”

Amy lowers herself, tells me to stick out my tongue, and she rides my face with her pussy. It feels like I’m going to suffocate. She stops after ten minutes and says, “I’m ready.”

James gets behind her and starts pumping his cock in and out of Amy’s pussy, filming as he does. I lay under her watching his huge cock fuck the living shit out of my sister’s tight pussy. After what seems like hours, with sex juices covering my face, Amy screams, and James grunts. “Fuck that was good,” she shouts.

“Can I get up now, sir?” I asked.

“No… Now you get the icing,” James said. “Amy, hover over his mouth, and John, open up.”

I opened my mouth and felt the warm salty jizz drizzle into my mouth. Glob after glob poured out of my sister’s abused pussy, and James recorded it all.

“Now swallow for the camera and show it’s gone,” James ordered.

I swallowed, then showed him my empty mouth.

“Good boy. Now get dressed and go.”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“And thank Amy.”

“Thank You, Misstress.”

“Good boy.”

“What about these?” I asked, referring to the chastity cage and butt plug.

Amy tells me, “You have to keep wearing them until I say otherwise.”

 

The End.

 

 

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