Literotic asexstories – Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 06 by RandomAuthor,RandomAuthor AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is about the lewd, provocative and embarrassing punishment a young man gets from his mother and sister because of his bad behavior, and, how the punishment affects all of them. It is not BDSM. All the characters are over 18 years of age and members of the same family. Please select another story from the vast Literotica library if this doesn’t interest you.
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Standing there in the bathroom after just sucking little brother’s magnificent cock into my mouth and letting him sniff and lick my pussy juice coated fingers, I knew I had to shake all those nasty, greedy thoughts out of my head and get on with his bath. As hard as it was to do, I knew Mom would be up to check on our progress soon, so I stepped away from Bobby and forced myself to think about how I was going to manage the difficult task of shaving and bathing him.
“Look,” I said to him, “I’ve got to give you a bath, you already know that. But,” I paused for a second and added, “I also have to shave your legs and underarms. It’s part of your punishment.”
A look of sheer disbelief and absolute horror swept across my brother’s face as he heard my words. I fully expected some kind of reaction from him, and as soon as I saw it starting to surface, I reached down and took both his hands in mine and told him not to say a word.
“Bobby,” I began, “you don’t have a choice in this. I am going to shave you, and if you don’t let me do it, you’ll fail your punishment, and you know what that means. I don’t want that to happen and I’m sure you don’t, either.”
I explained that his body hair would grow back, and in time, no one would ever be able to tell. I also reminded him of what I said to him earlier — that I’d help him through the rough parts of his punishment, like this part, and then reminded him about the reward system.
“Right now,” I said softly, “I’d say you were definitely on track to get a nice reward tonight. And I promise you, if you cooperate with me on this, I’ll make sure Mom knows how good you were and I’ll convince her to give you an extra special reward before you go to bed.”
I told him I knew it would be hard for him to accept this kind of humiliation and submit to this part of his punishment, but, if he wanted to remain in the house — living with us, he’d have to do it.
“Bobby,” I said, finally, “I’m asking you to let me do this. If you cooperate, maybe I’ll think of a nice surprise to give you as a personal reward from me for your courage and bravery. You know, it would be something special…… directly from me to you.”
Bobby hadn’t said a word, and it’s a good thing he didn’t because I could tell he was initially very, very unhappy about it. He held his tongue, though, and listened to what I said to him, and I think he finally accepted his situation.
“Alright.” He said. “I guess it’s no big deal. I’ll do whatever you want.”
I smiled up at him and he shook his head and rolled his eyes. With a forced smile back at me, he added, “I promised you and Mom I’d go along with the punishment, and I will. You don’t have to do anything special to get me to do this. I’ll keep my word.”
I thanked him and explained that I’d shave him first, and then do his bath after we rinsed the tub out to get rid of the hair. Turning him around to face the mirror, I stood behind him and reached my hands in front of him and put the fingertips of my index fingers directly on his little nipples through the light microfiber bra he was wearing. As I leaned to the side to look in the mirror so I could see his face, I fingered his nipples and smiled at him.
“You know,” I said sweetly, “I’m not so sure making you wear bras and panties is turning out to be as humiliating as Mom thought it would be. Seems to me you might even be enjoying it. But, if it’s any consolation, I think you look very cute dressed in your new lingerie. I’d even go so far as to say you might want to consider keeping all your cute bras and panties once your punishment is over.”
I reached up and unfastened the clasp of his bra and pulled the straps down his arms and away from his body. Then telling him to raise his right arm all the way up, I opened the drawer below the sink and pulled out my hair scissors.
I had to chuckle when his eyes got big and he turned his head to look at me. “Relax.” I said, giggling. “I’m just going to trim the hair under your arms so the long hairs won’t clog the razor so much. Don’t be such a baby.”
He watched me closely as I reached up into his armpits and gently pulled a clump of his hair away from his underarms and trimmed it close to the skin, and dropping the hairs into the sink in front of him.
“See?” I said. “Just keep still and let me trim you up a little. Trust me, shaving you will be a lot easier once we do this.”
I finished trimming under that arm and then switched to the other arm, and when I was done, I’d actually done a pretty good job with just the scissors. But, I knew actually shaving him bare is what Mom wanted, so once I put the scissors back in the drawer, I leaned over into the tub and turned the water on.
“We don’t want the water too deep while we’re shaving your legs.” I said as I stripped his panties down his legs and stood up holding them in my hand. “Believe it or not, deep water only makes it harder, so we’ll let it fill a little and we’ll get started.”
I told him to go ahead and get in the tub, and he did, sitting down in half an inch of water, looking up at me as we waited for it to fill up. Jokingly, I lifted his panties to my face and I exaggerated a deep breath, smelling my brother’s panties as he watched me.
“It’s probably not as good as sniffing our panties, huh?” I asked as I smiled down at him.
I did it again — held his panties to my face and took a deep breath, mimicking what I was sure he’d been doing with Mom’s and my panties.
He laughed at me and we had a nice chuckle together. It was nice to see him find some humor in his situation. But, pretty soon, there was five inches of water in the tub and I leaned in to shut the water off.
I explained to him that I’d start with his underarms and then do his legs. He seemed at ease with what I was going to do, so I reached for the intensive care lotion, squirted some on my hands and then told him to lift his right arm. Slathering the lotion into his arm pit, I rinsed my hand off in the tub water, picked up my razor and told him to stay still so I wouldn’t cut him.
Bobby did great, not moving an inch, while I shaved the thin hairs under that arm. It only took me a minute, and when I was done, I picked up a handful of water and rinsed his armpit out and felt it with my fingers to check for stray hairs or stubble. It felt absolutely smooth and perfect, and, there didn’t seem to be any red spots or cuts showing. Feeling proud of what I’d done, I reached out and picked up his hand and told him to feel how it felt.
“Smooth.” He said, turning to smile at me. “Feels a little weird, though.
“Don’t worry.” I assured him. “You’ll get used to it.”
I had him turn around in the tub and I did the other arm pit the same exact way, not cutting him at all, and it turned out perfect, too. Then having him turn around again, I explained that to do his legs, he’d have to help me by holding his leg out of the water and twisting it from time to time so I could get around it. The tricky part, I told him, would be around his ankles and knees because there were bones there, but, I assured him we could do it together as long as he’d help.
I started on his lower right leg, covering it with the thick lotion and using slow even strokes up his leg. Dipping the razor into the water, I explained how important it was to rinse all the hair and lotion out of the razor between each stroke and then showed him how nice and smooth the area was that I’d already shaven. Deftly, I shaved the rest of his lower leg, asking him to hold it up and turn it for me as I needed, and without any nicks or cuts, I shaved him clean.
His legs hairs were long, as you’d expect, so I had to rinse the razor a lot. But, I took my time and explained what I was doing, and I actually had fun shaving him. His erection had gone down long ago and he seemed fairly relaxed as he sat there and watched what I was doing. We were even joking around, and I was playfully splashing water on him as I finished that leg and carefully finished around his knees and ankles.
When I was done, he rinsed the remnants of the lotion from his leg, and I caught him smiling to himself as he ran his hands over his thigh and calf.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Pretty smooth.” He said, nodding his head and looking over at me. “You’re good at this.”
“Well, I’ve been doing it for a while.” I answered, giggling up at him.
I told him I needed him to turn around in the tub so I could do his other leg, but, he totally surprised me when he looked up and asked me if he could shave the other leg, himself. Now, that’s something I wasn’t ready for, but, seeing the way he was looking at me and eagerly waiting for my answer, I asked him if he was sure, and when he said he was, I told him I’d let him, but, I’d do around his ankles and knees myself.
Taking the razor out of my hand, he pointed to the intensive care lotion and asked me to hand it to him. “Don’t be in such a hurry.” I warned him. “Take your time or you’ll cut yourself.”
“I know. I know.” He said as he adjusted himself in the tub and shook the razor in the water several times to make sure it was cleaned out and ready to be used again. I had to smile to myself as I watched him squeeze out the lotion and cover his lower leg with such a determined look on his face. He might have used too much lotion, but, I didn’t think it worth mentioning, so I simply settled down on my knees and let him go.
He was obviously paying attention when I shaved him, because he copied exactly what I did and quicker than I would have expected, he was done with his lower leg. He looked at me and I nodded my head in approval and ran my hand up and down his calf looking for stray hairs, but, when I didn’t find anything, I gave him a nice smile and told him he’d done a fantastic job.
Pleased with himself, he swished the razor in the water and started smoothing the lotion on his upper leg. As he shaved, I praised him for being so cooperative and willing to follow the rules.
“What?” I heard behind me. “No tears or arguments?”
Bobby and I both turned to see Mom standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a puzzled look on her face.
“Nope.” I said, pointing into the bathtub at Bobby holding the razor. “He’s been really good, Mom. He didn’t put up a fuss or argue with me at all. He even wanted to try it himself. See?”
Mom stepped right up next to me and looked down into the bathtub. “Go ahead, Sweetheart. Don’t stop on my account.”
Bobby shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to what he’d been doing before Mom interrupted us. She stood there, right next to me and I looked up at her and smiled as he took stroke after stroke of the razor and followed up with his fingers to make sure all the hair was gone. When he was done, he sat the razor down on the side of the tub and lowered both of his legs into the water and rinsed himself off.
“Underarms too?” Mom asked.
Bobby raised his arms and turned his body so she could see they were done, and when she crossed her arms over her chest and smiled down at him, I knew he’d scored some points with her.
“Well, young man,” she said, shaking her head, “I’m happy this went so well. I got worried when I didn’t hear any yelling or screaming, but, I can see right now how well you minded your sister, and it’s nice to see the two of you getting along so well again.”
I told her I still needed to rinse the tub and fill it so I could wash him up, and she told me to go ahead and do what I needed to do. “I’ve got a few things to do myself, so call me if you need me.”
“I swear,” Mom said, as she looked down at me before she left, “we should have done this punishment thing a long time ago.”
Once she left, Bobby and I laughed with each other. I reached over to let the water out of the tub and told him to stand up. Then, as the water drained, I turned the shower on for a few seconds so he could rinse everything off his body before filling the tub again with clean water for his bath.
The only thing was, when I turned the shower on for him, a cold burst of water sprayed over his body and Bobby yelled at the top of his lungs when the cold water hit him.
I burst out laughing when I realized what happened and Mom came running back into the bathroom asking what was wrong. “That friggin’ water was freezing!” Bobby exclaimed, pointed to the shower head.
I couldn’t help but crack up again, and when I looked at Mom, she was cracking up, too. “Okay you two,” she said, as our laughter died out, “let’s quit horsing around and try to get finished. We still have some serious things to get accomplished tonight.”
I continued to chuckle as I turned the hot water up so Bobby could rinse himself off under the shower head. As much as I tried to compose myself, I giggled the whole time he was rinsing thinking about the way he yelled when the cold water hit him. He even started to laugh too, but, he jokingly told me he was going to watch me from now on to make sure it didn’t happen again.
Once the tub started to fill, Bobby sat down in the water and lay back against the sloped end of the tub and closed his eyes. They shot open, though, when I reached down and took his flaccid penis in my hand and started playing with it.
“If you do that,” Bobby warned, “it’s just going to get me hard again. Remember, Mom said it was normal….. just a physical reaction to the stimulation.”
“My ass it is.” I answered. “You know as well as I do that you’re starting to enjoy all the attention you’re getting. But, I won’t say anything if you don’t.”
Bobby opened his legs as far as the tub would let him, and, he smiled at me as he reclined back into the warm water. I kept holding his cock and squeezing it gently, urging it to rise up under my touch before I began to bathe him. We looked at each other as I nursed his thickness back into a solid erection. I was about to let go of him, when he spoke.
“You’re a pretty girl.” He said quietly, looking down into the water and then glancing back up at me.
“Thank you.” I said, completely caught off guard. “What made you say that?” I asked.
“You have beautiful eyes.” Bobby answered. “And, you’re cute.”
I felt myself starting to blush. I’m not necessarily what I’d consider beautiful, but, every girl likes to hear compliments, especially if they sound sincere, and the way he said it and his tone of voice…. it really sounded like he meant it.
“Plus,” he added, looking over towards the door to make sure Mom wasn’t standing there listening to us, “I really love your panties, Sandra. They’ve gotten me through some awful lonely nights.”
“Don’t push it, Little Brother.” I replied, chuckling back at him. “Now that I know about your panty fetish, you wouldn’t want me to start keeping really close track of my underwear would you?”
He didn’t answer me, and I didn’t expect him to. Instead, though, I reached for my body wash and started soaking my bath puff with liquid soap. Telling him to sit up, I started washing his back and then did his front, taking a few seconds to lightly pinch his boy nipples until they got hard under my fingers.
I washed his hair with my shampoo and while the conditioner sat on his head, we talked about the old days — before Dad died.
After I rinsed his hair, I washed his arms and hands, and then his feet and legs. Through out all of this, he was as talkative and friendly as he could be and I really — and I mean this — I really enjoyed spending the time with him, and washing him. And, I’m not referring to the implied sexual part of it, either.
Maybe it was the incredible closeness we shared as I methodically washed him, or maybe it was the intimate nature of being able to touch another person like that. But, whatever it was, the feeling that filled my heart was one of gladness and warmth and joy, and it was a wonderful thing to experience and share with my little brother. I know he felt it, too, because his hard-on went away and he sat there with a smile on his face while I took care of him. Before long, though, I finished with everything but his crotch and bottom.
“Bobby,” I said, quietly, trying not to disturb the mood that was surrounding us, “I need to do your bottom now.”
Without any reply, Bobby got up on his hands and knees for me. “Sandra,” he said, almost so softly I couldn’t hear him, “you’re a good sister. I’ve always thought that.”
Jeez, I almost teared up. He’d just said the one thing that could do that, too. It was something I’d waited years to hear him say, and now he’d said it. I can’t describe how it touched my heart and all at once, every ounce of compassion and love I was capable of poured out of me.
“Thank you.” I answered. “You know, I wasn’t kidding when I told you I’d help you as much as possible during your punishment, Bobby. I’d be heartbroken if you had to move out, especially now that I can see you’re really trying to change.”
I poured some of my body wash into the palm of my hand and reached out to his rump and slowly began to wash his buttocks. At first, I avoided the area between his cheeks, but I could only do that for so long. I poured some of the liquid soap into my other hand and reached under him and gently started soaping his cock and balls. I expected him to start getting hard, but he didn’t, and as I washed everything between his belly button and his thighs, he remained still, blissfully relaxed and he let me wash him.
Realizing I still needed to wash the crack of his ass and remembering what Mom said about boys being dreadfully afraid of being touched there, I bent over a little more and started stroking his cock with my left hand while my right hand began it’s journey down between his butt cheeks. The second I touched his hole with my soapy fingers, his cock lurched in my hand and I felt him tense up and jerk.
“I’m sorry, Bobby.” I said. “I have to wash you there. Mom was very specific about that.”
“I know.” My brother answered. “It’s okay. Go ahead. I just wasn’t ready for it, that’s all.”
I continued with both hands, lightly caressing his cock with my left hand and gently running my finger up and down his crack with my right. I stopped several times with my finger directly on his hole, and each time I did, I felt his cock jerk. Finally, I just accepted the fact this had to be done, and gently pushed the tip of my finger into his hole.
“Fuuuuck.” Bobby moaned, softly. His cock jumped in my hand, inflating itself to almost full erection strength in a matter of seconds.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked. “I’m sorry, but, Mom told me to make sure your bottom was thoroughly cleaned and she was very specific about what she wanted me to do.”
“Sandra,” my brother answered, finally opening his eyes and looking back at me, “no, it doesn’t hurt. That’s not it at all….. it’s just….. uh….. I don’t know exactly how to say this….. but….”
“It felt good?” I asked, trying to finish his sentence for him.
“Yeah.” Bobby answered. “It’s just not what I expected.”
I told him to relax and let me finish. As I pushed my finger into him a little more, I told him there was nothing to be embarrassed about and nothing to be ashamed over. I told him I’d dated a few guys that would never admit it, but, they loved some degree of anal attention.
“It doesn’t mean anything weird if you like it, Bobby.” I said calmly as I gently pushed my soapy finger in and out of his ass. “I like to be touched back there if it’s done by the right person, and if they’re gentle.”
“Besides,” I said, “if a full size penis can fit in someone’s butt when people have anal sex, I’m sure a little finger isn’t going to hurt you.”
By now, his cock was fully engorged and I was stroking it casually as my finger moved in and out of his ass. I’d seen guys react this way before — all worried and homophobic that I’d think they wanted to be with another man just because they liked having their asses touched. And I knew it was probably a new sensation for my little brother and he was confused about how it felt and how he should react.
“Bobby, try to relax and see if you can enjoy it.” I said, softly. “I won’t do anything more than I’m doing now. Just close your eyes and concentrate on relaxing your butt muscles. If it’s too much for you, just say so and I’ll stop.”
I watched as Bobby closed his eyes and wiggled his butt a little, obviously trying to relax as I suggested. I loosened my grip on his penis to where I was just barely holding him as my hand skimmed up and down his hard rod while I continued to finger fuck my little brother’s ass.
Gradually, he started to relax and pretty soon, I could feel the tightness of his bottom loosen. Before long, my finger was sliding effortlessly in and out of him, and as I looked up at him, he had this look of total delight all over his face.
“Do you like that?” I asked. “Be honest, okay?”
“Uh huh.” Bobby answered quietly. “Once I relaxed, it’s not uncomfortable at all. It’s actually kind of nice.”
“This is probably a first for you, huh?” I asked. “I’m the first girl to put her finger up your butt?”
Bobby laughed, and when he did I felt his ass muscles tighten around my finger. “Okay,” I said, pulling my finger out of his butt and patting him on the back, “that’s enough for now. Maybe we can do some more of that later if you really like it.”
“Just don’t say anything to Mom, okay?” Bobby asked. “I don’t want her to think…. uh….. you know.”
“It’s alright.” I said, smiling at my little brother as he turned around to sit back down in the bath water. “It can be private, just between us. I like being touched like that too, so it can be our secret.”
I looked away as I started to gather up my body wash, the puff and the shaving stuff so I could get him out and dry him off. When I looked back at him, he was lying against the back of the tub, looking up at me and all of a sudden his eyes got shiny and tears started falling down his cheeks.
“Bobby?” I asked tenderly. “Are you crying?”
“I was such a fuck head. Wasn’t I?” He asked.
“Yes.” I answered honestly. “You were. You hurt me and you hurt Mom. The good thing, though,” I added, “is that Mom and I never stopped loving you. You have a chance to fix everything in the next seven days, Bobby. It’s going to be hard, but, you can get through this.”
I held my hand out to him and pulled him up out of the tub and onto the bathmat. Reaching for one of the fluffy towels I took from the linen closet, I quickly wrapped it around his wet body, pulled him into me and I held him until he stopped crying.
“It’s okay to cry, Bobby.” I whispered in his ear. “There’s never any shame in that. No one’s going to make fun of you.”
Emotionally, so much had transpired between the two of us since we set foot in the bathroom an hour ago, and as I hugged him, I realized how fragile we all are, how much we need each other and how much I really loved my brother.
Soon, Bobby got it together and I took the big, fluffy towel from around his body and started to dry him off. I was gentle with him as I dried him, and in some way, even though he was naked, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do.
I avoided his crotch until the very end, figuring he’d had enough teasing — at least for now. So, as I dried him there, I did it quickly and I didn’t touch him with my hands. We smiled at each other the whole time I dried him off, and as I reached up to wipe his face with the towel, he whispered to me, “That really did feel good. What you did, you know…. back there.”
“Shhhh.” I said, holding my finger in front of my lips. “It’s our secret, remember?”
I was really amazed at the look and feel of his Bobby’s legs. They looked good, no kidding. They were smooth, but, I noticed they weren’t silky like mine were after I shaved my legs. Then, getting this great idea, I reached for my bottle of intensive care lotion and squirted a ton of it in my hands and knelt down in front of him.
Staring on his right leg, way down at the bottom, I began to run my lotion covered hands up and down his legs, spreading the lotion out evenly and rubbing it into his skin.
“You two about done in here?” I head Mom’s voice behind me.
I turned to look at her as I was rubbing the lotion into my brother’s skin, telling her his legs felt dry. She came and kneeled down next to me and felt Bobby’s other leg and said she agreed, adding that we ought to make sure he gets some lotion on him twice a day. As she said it, she reached for the bottle of lotion and filled the palm of her hand with it and started applying it to Bobby’s other leg. His cock was hanging down in front of our faces and as we rubbed the lotion into his skin, and I realized how easy it would be for Mom or I to just lean up and take his cock into our mouths. I think I actually saw Mom’s cheek graze the head of his cock as she did her side, but I didn’t say anything.
When I was done, I stood up and let her finish her side. But, when it looked like she was done, she picked up the bottle and squeezed a little more into the palm of her hand, rubbed her hands together and positioned herself squarely in front of his cock. Then, reaching up to take his soft cock in her hands, she began to coat his cock with the intensive care lotion.
“I don’t want your penis to get chaffed, Sweetheart.” Mom explained. “I know you’re going to be getting a lot of erections the next seven days, and I don’t want you to get sore with all the touching that’s going to happen. And since you aren’t allowed to touch yourself down there, your sister and I will look after your penis for you.”
Mom stood up and wiped her hands on the towel I handed her and looked at my naked brother. Turning back to me, she asked me if I’d washed him thoroughly, and if he’d given me any trouble.
“I washed him completely.” I answered. “He was a perfect angel the whole time and I really enjoyed doing it. It was a nice, bonding experience, Mom. You should do it next time.”
Mom looked at me and smiled and nodded her head.
“No, Mom.” I said, reaching out to touch her arm. “I’m serious. I can’t really find the right words to explain it, but, I honestly enjoyed it. He made it easy for me, and there was this feeling of serenity about doing it that just made me feel good.”
“Sandra,” Mom said, “I understand, believe me. I used to bathe both of you when you were little, remember? And yes,” she added, “I’ll do it next time.”
Turning to look at Bobby, she reached up to straighten a wild strand of hair on his head and told him after his bath each day he’d have his temperature taken. Then taking him by the hand, she led him out of the bathroom, into her bedroom and told him to get up on the bed and lie on his back.
Then, reaching for a small jar of petroleum jelly, she told him to lift his knees up to his chest and let his legs fall open. When he did, all of my little brother’s private places came into view as clear as they could ever be. Until this exact instant, I hadn’t realized how big his balls were. Maybe they were just full, especially with all the fondling and erections he’d had all day, but regardless of how they got that way — they looked big as they dangled between his legs.
“I want you to get up there next to him and hold your brother’s testicles and penis.” Mom said to me. “Watch me while I do this, Sandra.”
I got up on the bed next to my little brother and reached down to do what she asked. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a comfortable position until I got down on my belly next to him and used both hands to scoop up his cock and balls. As soon as I was ready, Mom dipped her finger into the petroleum jelly and immediately brought it into contact with Bobby’s bottom hole.
“This will go easier for you if you relax and sort of push out against my finger, Sweetheart.” Mom said, looking up at my brother. “Ready?” She asked him.
He nodded his head and Mom rubbed the jelly around his butthole and gently pushed it inside of him about an inch and then stopped.
“When you do this to your brother,” Mom said, trying to get my attention, “use your finger like I did and put some jelly around the hole and then push it in a little and hold it there until you can feel him relax.”
She went on to explain that once I felt him relax, I should push my finger in all the way to spread the jelly. I watched as she slowly pushed her finger into my little brother’s bottom, stopping when it was all the way in and then pulling it half way out, twisting it around, and then pushing it back in all the way. She told me to go slow and be smooth, adding he’d most definitely get an erection while we did this to him.
Pulling her finger out, she looked at me and told me to try it. Nodding her head up and down as I looked at her to make sure she really meant it, I let go of Bobby’s cock and balls and reached for the jar of jelly. Mom reached over and used one hand to hold his cock and one hand to push his balls up, out of the way, making room for me.
She was right about Bobby getting an erection, but, I guessed part of the reason he was hard was because she immediately began stroking his cock as soon as she took hold of it. She wasn’t trying to hide it, either, and she didn’t stop stroking him when I glanced over and saw her doing it.
Sticking my finger into the jelly and pulling out a good size dollop, I touched my finger to his anus and then gently pushed my finger in a little bit and held it still, waiting to feel him relax. Sure enough, after about ten seconds, his ass relaxed and I gently pushed my finger the rest of the way inside him. As I held it there, Mom started to stroke him again with long, deliberate strokes and as she did it, she looked up at me and asked me if I could feel him contracting down on my finger.
And yes, I could. When I told her I felt it, she started pumping his cock faster and then suddenly stopped. Smiling up at me, she told me to pull my finger out a little and push it back in, and when I did, she pumped his cock again.
“Sandra, I’m not going to try to kid you – guys really like this. Maybe you already know that” She said in a serious tone. “It’s embarrassing as hell for them to admit it, but, believe me, once they try it, they love it.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it, Sweetheart?” Mom asked Bobby.
The look on Bobby’s face was simply precious. His eyes were big and his mouth was open, almost as if he was speechless. But, he nodded his head in answer to her question.
Mom finally looked at both of us and admitted she’d peeked her head into the bathroom when I had my finger up my little brother’s butt and heard part of our conversation. She said she didn’t want Bobby’s bottom to get injured, and she thought it was important for me to learn how to touch him back there correctly.
“You have to be really careful when you’re touching your brother’s bottom, Sandra.” Mom warned me. “You have to make sure your fingernails aren’t sharp and you have to use something to lubricate his butt.”
“Not only that,” she added, “but you have to realize it doesn’t take much stimulation back there to push them over the edge, and without any warning, they’ll go off in your hand. Sometimes, they won’t even feel it coming — it’ll just happen. They’re really sensitive back there.”
“Now, I realize the two of you had a special experience together in the bathroom, and you might not believe this, but, I’m okay with that. You found something out about each other that you think is some kind of secret, and that’s okay, too.” Mom added. “But, I don’t want to worry about the two of you trying to stick weird things up your own, or, each other’s bottoms. So, both of you listen carefully to what I’m about to say.”
“First,” Mom said, “let’s all just accept the fact that it can be quite pleasurable to be touched anally. Next, no one is going to stick anything up anyone’s bottom unless it’s a finger, or something you’ve discussed ahead of time with me. If you’re really eager to experiment, I have some toys I’d be glad to lend you.”
“Now, Sandra,” she said, looking right at me, “you’ve got the right to touch your brother back there while he’s being punished and you won’t get any static from me as long as you do it in the open, and don’t take it too far and make him ejaculate. Got it?”
I answered immediately, telling her I understood.
“And for both of you,” Mom said, looking at my brother first and then me, “there’s sensitive tissues inside you and no one should ever have anything poked up their bottom without some kind of lubrication. There’s petroleum jelly and other kinds of personal lube around here you can use, but, honestly, soap isn’t the best because some soaps can sting. A little soap during bath time is fine, but, for any kind of prolonged touching, please use some lubricant.”
When she was done, she asked us if we had any questions and neither one of us said anything. “Okay,” Mom said, slipping her still lubricated finger slowly back into Bobby’s butt, “let’s take his temperature.”
Mom asked me to get the rectal thermometer out of her bathroom cabinet and bring it to her, and, I got up off the bed to do that. It took me a few minutes to find it, and when I got back, she was rhythmically sliding her finger in and out of my little brother’s butt. He looked so serene lying there; his eyes closed while she tenderly finger fucked his ass, and even though I tried to hand her the thermometer, she didn’t stop.
“Sweetheart,” Mom said softly to Bobby, “if you want to lay here for a minute while I keep doing this, I think that would be okay.”
“Yeah.” He answered, clearing his throat. “I’d like that.”
“You’ve had a tough day.” Mom added. “And, I’m really proud of you, so, I think we can allow a little rest.”
I stood there in silence watching my mother finger fuck my little brother’s ass. We all knew this had nothing to do with his punishment, and from the look on my brother’s face, it was clear he was enjoying it. Without a doubt, I would say Mom was enjoying it, too.
“You know,” Mom said, after another minute, “we still have to give you your spanking, but after that, if you’ve still been good, you’ll get a reward.”
“Mom,” I said, interrupting her, “can I talk to you for a minute?”
Slipping her finger out of Bobby’s ass, she took the thermometer from me and slid it carefully up into him. “Just stay like that for a minute, Sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”
Mom pulled me into her bathroom and I shut the door almost all the way, but I didn’t shut it. “Mom,” I began, “he’s been really good today. He’s done everything we’ve asked him to do and he was a perfect angel in the bathroom with me, I swear he was. Do you really think we have to spank him?”
“I’m afraid so, Sandra.” Mom answered. “We already told him he’d be spanked every day, and if we go back on that now, he’ll think portions of his punishment are negotiable, and we can’t have that.”
“Well, then,” I said, “could we do something really special for him when he gets his reward? You know, something really nice?”
“Like what?” Mom asked. “Masturbating him isn’t good enough?”
“Come on, Mom.” I said, looking up at her. “He’s trying really hard. He broke down and cried again in the bathroom, he knows he screwed up royally and he’s already been through so much today. Don’t you think we could do something more than just a hand job?”
Mom agreed he’d been good, much better than she thought he’d be. And as we talked about it, I reminded her how difficult it might be to get him to cooperate at the salon tomorrow when he finds out he’s about to have a bikini wax.
“Maybe if he had a really good reward tonight, he’d be much more willing to follow our instructions tomorrow.” I said, trying to convince her. “You have to admit, being told that you’re getting a bikini wax by a strange woman while your mom and sister watch could very well push him past the breaking point.”
I finally got Mom to see my side of it, and she agreed that he probably deserved something better than a simple handjob. She told me she’d think about it, and she made me promise to go along with whatever she decided. “I don’t want us to have any disagreements in front of your brother, Sandra.” Mom warned. “And I don’t want any weird looks from you, or any complaining. Whatever I decide is what we’ll do. Agreed?”
I hugged her and told her I knew we were doing the right thing, and as I swung the door open and we walked back to the bed where Bobby was, I stood back and watched her pull the thermometer out of Bobby’s ass and read it.
“Congratulations, Sweetheart.” Mom said, turning to my little brother. “You don’t have a fever, and that means you’re just fine to have your spanking.”
“Let’s go get this over with.” Mom said to him. “It’s already getting late and I don’t want to cheat you out of your reward just because it was time for bed. The sooner we can get your spanking done, the sooner you can have your reward and the sooner we can all get some sleep.”
To be continued…
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