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Spanking It

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I went over to Claire’s house to work on a project at school… #CBT

We had all week, but I was so glad we got to partner together, because we’re friends out of class, too. Her brother, Brad muttered something about me coming over again, so I said “Yeah,” Claire covered up a laugh, and he gave her a dirty look, “We’ve got this project in History class, we have to finish by Friday.”

“Oh,” he just wandered off, but Claire. She got this bad case of the giggles.

“What’s so funny?” I asked her, when we got to her room. I figured it was something private, just from the way she tried to keep a straight face, in front of her brother.

“You know he spanks it,” she rolled her eyes. “Whenever you come over.”

“Wh?” I just shook my head, “You mean,” jerking off?

“Yeah, he’s probably in there really beating it right now, just because you talked to him.”

“He never even said 2 words to me before,” just muttered under his breath. “I thought he hated me?”

She shook her head, “No, of course not, but whenever you leave, you’re all he wants to talk about. Does she have a boyfriend, what perfume you’re wearing, and?”

“I don’t even wear perfume.”

She laughed, “I know, but there’s that scented shampoo you use, and he smelled it on your hair.”

“Uh!” Like that Joe Biden creep? I’m trying to remember if he ever came up behind me, but of course I didn’t see him behind me, and he didn’t feel my arms, like this.

She saw that, and looked up. “Why don’t you go see for yourself?” I just shook my head, and went out to the hall. Trying to wrap my head around the idea of, well? Her brother, obviously had a crush on me, and there’s no good reason to come over here, when we can do the project just as well over at my house, but I can hear him in there.

“Mhn! Yeah.” Through the bathroom door, then a smack. “Huh!” I thought about knocking, and even tried the door handle, but it was locked, so I chickened out.

Shut the door to her room quietly, and shook my head. “He’s really, hitting it?”

“I don’t know, he doesn’t beat off in front of me, but you heard it?”

“Yeah, maybe he’s just slapping his.” Ass. I’d seen guys do that, a lot in this Orgasmo movie, for some reason. I don’t want to sound gay or anything, but you’ve got a really nice ass.

“He really slaps it around, sometimes you can hear it hitting his legs.”

“Yeah, I heard it, but isn’t that kinda weird?” I can’t help imagining it, swinging back and forth, especially since she said slapping it around, and I couldn’t help giggling at the thought of it wrapping around his hip. Which is impossible, it would have to be like a foot long, at least. “Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know?”

“Well, he is your brother.”

“Well, yeah. But he’s weird, and a boy. I don’t really know why boys do anything, really.”

“Me neither, but. You think it would be okay, if I.” Just pointing back over my shoulder, I can’t finish that thought, because I don’t know what I want to do. “Go talk to him?”

“Ah huh. Honestly he’s driving me nuts, and the suspense is killing me, too. So whatever you can do to make him stop would be much appreciated.”

“Huh, okay.” I untucked my shirt.

“What’re you doing?”

“Well, help me with my bra.” I turned around, and she reached up in my shirt to unhook it in the back. It’s just easier that way, and she’d been my friend for so long. I’m pretty sure she’s not even bi-curious, and I trust her not to take advantage of the chance to reach around, and play with my boobs. Besides, she’s got her own to play with whenever she wants, now.

“Huh, thanks.” I slipped my arm in ones side, and the shoulder strap off it, then pulled the whole thing out the other side.

“So, what are you planning on doing?”

“Sh sh!” I heard the bathroom door, and he didn’t even flush the toilet, just ran water in the sink. To wash the evidence off his hands, and down the drain, but guys don’t recover right away, right? I mean, after they finish. I heard that they need a few minutes to get it up again, right?

I never even got to give a hand job, let alone… I just shook my head, and I must have made a face.

“What are you thinking?”

“Why don’t you let me get on the bed, and go get him. Tell him you’ve got something to show, no. Uh, tell him you need a hand. No wait.” All that just sounds silly, and cliche’. Like something right out of one of those stupid brother/sister sex fantasy stories. I totally haven’t been reading, online, underage.

“I’ll think of something.” She left, the door open, and I got on the bed, sideways. Tried to act like I was paying any attention at all to the History book, when I couldn’t tell you what page it was on. It could have been up side down, and I wouldn’t even have noticed.


Bradley (FedoM CBT)

“Uh,” Claire shut the door behind me, and giggled out in the hall. “She said you had something to ask me?”

“Yeah,” she’s so hot, especially laid out on my sister’s bed like that, and I couldn’t even tell what was different about her, but she looked even sexier. “What were you doing in there?”

I looked back, at the bedroom door. “What?” I shook my head, but before I turned back, she sat up.

“I heard you in there, where you hitting yourself?”

“No, I.” She slapped me with one hand, and rubbed the front of my pants with the other. “Ow!” I grabbed her wrist, but I just held it, so she wouldn’t hit my again.

“Don’t lie to me. I heard you slapping something in there, and it didn’t sound like regular fapping.”

“It’s sick,” but she wouldn’t stop rubbing the front of my pants. I felt the door knob, but I couldn’t pull it open with her standing there, and my back hit the door. I shook my head, “I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it.”

“What’s wrong,” She pinched the flaccid shaft through my pants. “I know you like me, Claire told me. She told me everything she knows, but the one thing she couldn’t explain is what you’re smacking in there.” I locked the door, so they wouldn’t walk in on me, but she must have heard me through the door.

“It doesn’t hurt, I don’t hit it hard enough to really hurt, and I don’t even know why it’s such a turn on.”

“Because it’s wrong.”


She nodded, “You feel bad about this sick crush on me, because I’m Claire’s friend, is that it?”

“Yeah, and you’re.” So young, “You’re just so attractive, you’re not just my sister’s friend, but you’re a freshman, but you don’t look like any the other freshmen. Girls.”

“I know, because I’m 16, and thank you. So much for reminding me how many times I failed.”

“I’m sorry.” I didn’t know. “She didn’t tell me.”

“That’s why I need so much help with History, but.” She squeezed it again. “You sure recovered quickly.” She pulled out my fly, and unzipped my zipper.

“Huh, you’re really aggressive.”

“Well, somebody’s got to make a move, or nothing will ever happen. You’re just so dickless. Oh.” She looked up, and bit her lip. Shook her head, and I leaned down to kiss her. So, her lip popped back out from between her teeth, and she sighed through her nose. “Huh, I’m sorry. I was wrong, you’re not dickless at all.” She looked down, and giggled. “Far from it!” She slapped my hip.


“Is that how you like it?”

“No,” I moved her hand, and hit it.


“Like that, but not too hard.”

“Harder,” she slapped it the other way. “Oh my god, it just gets harder, and harder!” Smacking it back, and forth, which just makes it last longer.

“Huh, it makes it last longer, too. I mean, uh! Not too hard.” That hurt a little.

“Sorry. Now what were you saying?”

“It makes it hard, and you’re right. I was ashamed of myself, because I knew it was wrong, and I just wanted it to go away, but that just made it harder. Huh!” She squeezed it, and stuck her arm behind my back.

“Get on the bed, before you fall down. And pull your pants down at least.” I unbuttoned them, and looked up, when she pulled her shirt off.

“Huh!” I blinked, and I had to slap it again, just to keep it from shooting my wad all over my sister’s bed, but they’re even more beautiful then I ever imagined. “You’re not wearing a bra.” I could even see the lines around her sides, from the bra straps.

“I took it off, for you?”

“Oh, thanks.”

“I thought it would help move things along.” She grabbed my pants, and yanked them off the side of the bed, then she hit it.

“Ow, not so hard!”

“It’s getting hard again. It was going soft.”

“Well, watch it. If you hit it too hard, then that just ruins it.”

“So let me get this straight, you stop.” She pumped her fist, then looked at it. “Do you even do it like this? I tell you what, why don’t you just show me how you like it.” She crossed her arms, under her tits, so her nipples still stuck out, looking at me, and they squeezed together like a butt.

“Okay,” I can’t believe this isn’t, just a daydream. It’s not exactly like I imagined it, and now that I can see her topless, her bare tits swinging around, and bouncing whenever she moves. I sure don’t need to hit it, to keep it up.

She twisted around, to unbutton her pants on the size, and shimmied out of them. That’s what I barely noticed when I came in. She had her bra off, but with that baggy teeshirt on. I couldn’t tell why her tits looked even bigger, and softer. Then they usually do, when she had a bra on. I guess, every time I saw her before.

Well, she had been friends with my sister for a long time. So, the first time I saw her, and for years after that, she was just. A little girl, I mean also friends with my sister, but I felt like such a creep, even looking at her, but she was just so pretty. Easily the prettiest, and I’m not into little girls. I’m not just saying that, because I want you to think I’m not a sicko child molester.
It’s the truth, but then she started puberty before Claire, and growing, and growing.

Smack! “Uh, fuck!” That was close.

“Hm.” She smiled, and then giggled a little. “I think I’ve got it now. You mind if I try again?”

“No, go right ahead.”

“Don’t touch me, not yet. Huh, you can look, but you can’t touch. In fact, sit on your hands.”

“Okay,” but it was going soft again.


“The best part is how it swings around.” Smack. She giggled, “I just love that, but now it’s hard again.” She gripped it tight. “Like this?”


“Is this how you like it?”

“Not too fast.”

“Is this too fast?” But she jerked it even faster.

“No, stop, I’m gonna. Uh, fuck UGH! Oh, Connie, fuck. Uhhhhh! Fuck, uh. Yeah, huh!” I have never gotten off so hard, but after all these, years honestly.

“Wow,” she rubbed my balls. “It it always so thin?” She touched the wet spots on my pubes, and swirled them around.

“My jizz?” I shook my head, then I heard Claire.

“Uh, well I’m glad you two stopped flirting with each other, and finally got it on, but.” She looked in.

“Claire!” I tried to cover it up with her blanket, but I was sitting on it. “I wasn’t flirting with him, I never even thought about flirting with your brother.” So, Connie just flipped the book over on my lap. Like a bookmark.

“Whatever, but I’ve seen your prick before, Bradley.” She only ever calls me that when she’s mad. “So, just pull your pants up, and get out.” Connie picked up her bra, and pulled up her pants. “Both of you, I’ve got this history report, and. Did you have to get jizz all over my book?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, just get out. I’ll finish the report a lot faster if I don’t have to explain everything to you anyway.” I finished buttoning up my pants, and joined Connie in he hall.

“No, it’s not usually so thin, and runny. I just.”

“You must’ve been spanking it a lot lately.” I nodded, “Thinking of me.”

“Well,” she had been over at my house every day this week, and “You’ve got the nicest tits.”

“Huh, thanks I guess, but where’s my shirt?”

“Oh,” I went back.

“Uh!” Claire pulled her hand out so fast, the waistband snapped tight over her pubes, and I looked away.

“Get out! What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry, I just,” took me a second to remember. “Forgot her shirt.” I found it, and picked it up.

“Well, it’s hot in here, and you stunk up my whole room with your sex. So, I have to do something, so I can concentrate on my report.” She whined, so I just closed the door, and Connie giggled.

“You want my number?” She had her phone out.

“Yeah, here’s your shirt.”

“GUYS!” Claire yelled, “I’m trying to frig off in here? So, just LEAVE!”


“Yeah, we better go.” but she pulled her shirt on. “You want to walk me home?”


“Better yet, you got a phone?”

“Yeah, I forgot it but.”

“You better call me.” She got out a pen, “Give me your arm.”

“Okay,” she wrote her number on it. “Honestly, you could have gotten it from your sister, you know. You could have called me, but what’s your number?”

“8 6 7,” she nodded, “5 3, 0 9.”

“I got it,” she typed it in. “You’re 18 right?”

“Just turned 19.”

“Well, as long as you’re old enough to take dick pics.”

“You want me to send you dick pics, and what’s with you girls, and dick pics?”

“Well, I’ll need something to look at when I get home, so I can fap.” I nodded, “And it’s not about dick pics, it’s just the unsolicited ones.” She put her phone down. “Huh, it’s just like, flashing. It’s just the same as when a man whips it out in your face, but for some reason, guys like to think that it’s okay to send you pictures of their dick, and they can get away with it.”

“Well, that’s just stupid.”

“And don’t you think that at some point, it becomes covert incest?”

“What? You mean me, and Claire? No, that never happened, and it’s never going to happen, so if you’re jealous of her, don’t be.”

“Ew, how can you even think that?”

“Then why’d you even bring up incest in the first place? I’m sorry, I don’t want to fight.”

“Oh, no. Not like brother sister, my brother knocked me up sex stories. Covert incest is more like. Uh.” She had to think, “Well, it’s like sexual harassment, only by your father, or brother?”

“Oh, no. I never did any of that, either.”

“I’m sure you didn’t mean to, but spanking it so loud all the time, it makes her uncomfortable.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”

“Well, don’t apologize to me, you barely even talked to me, and I had to make the first move, remember?”

“Yeah, well I’m sorry for that.”

“Well, you can’t come in, to my house. My dad wouldn’t let me bring a boy into my room, and you’re nineteen, so. Yeah.” We stopped, and she just looked over. Between two houses.

“So, this is where you live.”

“No, I just told you that I can’t take you home.” She just grabbed my arm, and pushed me. “Just get in there.”

When she bit her lip again, I thought she wanted me to kiss her again, and I was about to, but I wasn’t sure, and we just fought all the way here, so I didn’t know what I was doing, and I just don’t want to do?

“Well?” She held out her phone. “Go on, get it out.”

“Uh,” I looked around, but there was nobody on the street. “Just stand over there.” I waved her over, and got in the corner. Hoping she was big enough to block anybody seeing me, flashing her in somebody’s side yard. Between their houses, and up against the fence.

I tried smacking it. “Uh after that, I don’t know if I can.”

“Just hold still.” She snapped the pic. “Huh!” She rolled her eyes, and put her phone down. “Tuck it back in, and I’ve already seen you with a boner. I just jerked you off, but next time just send me a picture before you whack off.”


“And after, how long do you think it’s gonna take before you’ve got a decent sized load again?”

“I don’t know, it’s just. You’ve been coming over to our house every day, all week, and.”

“I get it. In fact, I’m gonna text your sister, and see if she wants to come over to my place, the next couple days.”

“Oh, you two. Aren’t dating?”

“Ew, no.” She slapped my arm, and laughed. “You guys, and your bi-girls fetish.”

“I’m not one of those guys that wants to see you doing it with my sister. I didn’t even want to walk in on her, after we. Well, when I had to go grab your shirt.”

“Yeah, I saw it. I was right there?”

I just nodded. “Oh yeah, I was only asking, because you’re such good friends, and I like you. I really like you a lot, and I think I might, even fall in love with you if we keep going out together, but I have to think about her too. And you’re friendship, I just don’t want to mess that up.”

“Well, that’s sweet, but let me and Claire work that out.”

“Okay, you’re right.”

“So, you’re what. A sadomasochist?”

“I don’t know, I’m. Practically a virgin.”

“Well how the hell can you still be a virgin? When you’re 19, and already graduated high school?”

“I don’t know? I don’t know how to talk to girls, I always chicken out.”

“So you’re a coward, then. A spineless fucking coward, great.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you keep saying that, but then you just keep on being a worthless piece of shit loser.” She touched my arm. “Is that, working for you?”

“Huh, what?”

“I don’t know how to humiliate you, but you know. Some guys are into that, I heard. Are you one of those guys?”

“No, I don’t know, but is that why you just said all those horrible things?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but you really don’t know. What you are, do you?”

“No, nobody really knows what they are, I just. It’s not like I don’t try to figure it out, all the time, it just doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well, I better go. Before my father sees us together, but I had a great time.” She bit her lip, and I knew this was the last chance I’d get to kiss her again. Feel her lip pop out from between her teeth again, and feel her bra.

“Oh, uh!” She pushed me back. “Not out here!”

“Oh sorry.”

“It’s okay, but call me. Okay?”

“I got your number.”

“Don’t just look at it, and wait for me to call you. You call me. Okay?”

“Okay! Good night.”

“Uh!” She just rolled her eyes, and walked off shaking her head, but. We’ll work it out, she’ll work it out with Claire, and. I’m going to have to talk to her about this. What’s it? Family, sexual harassment thing, so I can apologize for that. I didn’t think about how she’d feel, and isn’t sexual harassment something to do with the environment?

Not like the global warming environment, but like at school, or in the workplace environment. Something to do with a sexually charged atmosphere, but it’s got to be even worse for her, living with me, and my stupid boner all the time. It always seems to happen at the worst times, and I don’t want her getting the wrong idea, but I have been hitting it pretty hard lately.

“It was inappropriate, and I’m sorry.” I rehearsed on the way back home…


Claire (f solo fant)

“Huh!” finally they left, so I had the house to myself, and. [4:43] Maybe 20 minutes to make something happen before dad picked mom up from work, but, I just took a deep breath, and tried to imagine.

Something else, but every time I close my eyes, all I can think about it Connie slapping my brother’s limp dick around.

“Huh!” So, I picked my phone back up, and unlocked it. [4:44] Maybe they’ll stop off to pick up something for dinner, they should call first, but if they don’t, that means they just headed straight home, but I’ve still got like 15 minutes before she even gets off work.

[Sex porn pics] Huh, I sat back, and tapped Images, and then i had to narrow down the search. So, I swiped down, and tried to find something interesting to look at, but you know what?

I don’t want to look at the girl. Guys, make more porn for straight girls, seriously. All we ever get to see is maybe a quick cut to his face, then it’s back to the girl, taking off her clothes. Well, there’s nobody else home, so I might as well get that out of the way.

[Hot guys.] “Huh.” [Gif.] I knew from experience, that if you click the links, and watch the videos, it blows your phone up for ads from the site. Which ment explaining to my dad how I got all these popup ads for gay sex sites on my phone.

You know, that if you type in [Hot guys sex] on your phone, it just takes you to gay sites? I like guys, and looking at guys, but girls like me would look at porn a whole lot more if they just made some for straight girls. Not bisexuals that want to look at naked girls, and maybe the guy’s hip.

“Huh!” That one looks pretty good, but it’s black, and white. “Ihm!” I don’t know how, but he made it jump. That’s all it was, look ma, no hands! Jumping up, then cutting back to it sticking straight out, so it jumped again. He didn’t even move his hips, it just twitched up, and then skipped back, but it was in black, and white. Also, the skip kinda bugged me, but any gif is going to be stuck in a loop like that.

“Huh!” Except this one. I held my thumb over it, just long enough to tap [Save As:] Tap in [Jack] Then, I blew it up, so he was just standing there.

Looking at his phone, in the mirror, but he had his dick in his hand, and pumped it, but then he looked up. It skipped back, but if you don’t look at his eyes. It’s really edited nicely, so you can barely see it skip back, you just get this smooth stroke, and he’s not circumcised, which is a big plus.

“Huh, yeah. Look at me.”

He looks up, and his lips start to smile a little, before it skips back.

“Huh, you like what you see? Hhuh, yeah. I know they’re not too big, but they’re still nice and perky.” Not saggy at all. “You like pubes, or no pubes? I can shave it if you think it’ll help you see my pussy better, but get down there.”

He gives it a couple pumps to keep it hard, stepping between my spread legs to touch it, and slip the head down my wet gash. “Hmn neah! Uh, fuck me. Yeah, fuck that big dick in me just like that. Faster, huh fuck me faster!” It’s really squelching out of me with wet sopping noises, and drops dripping. Running down my butt cheeks, and, “Yeah uh hHUH?”

Well, that was fast! “Oh, yeah. OohHhuhuhH! Yeah. Huh! So good. You fucked me so, good. Smooch. I love you.”

Well, that took the edge off, but I had to get up, wash my hands, douche in the shower, and dry my legs off, just to put some clean clothes on, and get back to my history book.

But the pages were stuck together, of course. “Uh!” I don’t care any more, “I’m hungry.” So I called my dad. “Hey dad.”

“He’s driving,” mom picked it up.

“Of course, but what’re we doing for dinner?”

“Well, there’s broccoli, and cheese in the fridge, so I was thinking about broccoli, and cheese soup.”

“Sounds good.” I went in the kitchen, and started cutting up the broccoli, for something to munch on, that wouldn’t spoil my dinner.

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