Lisa’s List Part 3: Time to be a Big Girl

Big Bro is still in charge of her discipline and he’s going to take advantage.

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Lisa continued to submit to my discipline every Saturday and I continued to familiarize myself with her “girl place” or her “kitty” as she came to call it.

My fingers were frequent and welcome visitors, regularly teasing her moist lips, toying with her mysterious button and delving into her depths of her secret space. However, whilst my finger were always welcome, she learned to prefer my mouth.

I can’t remember why I decided to kiss her down there, in that smelly, sweaty place that her pee came out of, but it must have seemed like a good idea at the time.
It was an intimate, naughty, forbidden act. Something I didn’t think I should be doing to any girl – especially my little sister – but she loved it!

It turned out that she actually liked me to kiss and lick and suck her in that rude place that boys weren’t supposed to see!
She said she particularly liked it when I licked and sucked that button at the top of her kitty, even it did make her pant and moan instead of laughing and giggling like most people do when they’re happy!

I didn’t mind though, because even though it made Lisa act so oddly, and despite the fact that I didn’t really enjoy the taste, licking her kitty made my willy really, really hard.
I liked that.

We were both growing up. I was starting to grow hair between my legs and Lisa’s body was beginning to change shape. Her waist was getting slimmer and her bum was getting bigger.
Spanking it was even more fun!

I hoped she’d start to grow tits soon. A lot of the girls in my class had them already, but of course, I’d never seen them.

However, even though we were decades away from the proliferation of internet pornography, tits were everywhere.
A young lad just had to turn on the TV to see shapely girls wearing tight little boob hugging outfits on “Top of the Pops” or revealing bikinis on the holiday shows. Programmes like the “Benny Hill Show” or films like the “Carry On’s” would even let you see them in their bras and panties. The girls pretended to be shocked, but didn’t really mind. It was all just a laugh wasn’t it?

And there weren’t just pictures of tits in bikinis and bras to enjoy. You could easily see pictures of bare ones too. There were loads of them on the covers of the magazines on the top shelf at the newsagents.
And even if you weren’t tall enough to see those, then there were plenty more to look at on the covers of the saucy paperback books that they sold.
But, by far the easiest way to get an eyeful of naked knockers was to just look in the newspaper. The ones that printed their titles with red ink were the best – not those serious ones with that went on about the Stock Exchange and all that rubbish.
Oh, and the Sunday papers were the rudest of all. They were full of tits!
My dad always had a newspaper delivered on Sunday. I’d read the back pages first, to catch up on the football results, then work my way towards the front. The stories seemed to get ruder as I went along. I couldn’t understand all of them, but I could still enjoy all the topless pictures. I’d compare them and choose my favourite girl. Counting up the nipples in the paper to see how many they’d given us that week.17 was the record – there were 7 perky pairs and 3 sexy singles, plus 2 bare bums too!
I wondered how they were allowed to get away with it – Sunday was the day when people were supposed to go to church, after all.

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Lisa’s boobs started growing when she was 9 years old. I’m not quite sure when, but I remember her telling Mum she couldn’t sleep because her chest ached.
She thought it was just growing pains but one day she took her shopping and said I’d have stay at home, which was brilliant because I hate shopping!
Anyway my little sister wouldn’t tell me what they bought, but when I put my hand on her shoulder or her back I could feel thin straps under her clothes.
She was wearing a bra!
So, she must have tits!

They weren’t very big at first. They didn’t make much of bulge in her nighty, but they soon grew and I could feel them brush against me when she rolled over in bed.
I was dying to get my hands on them, but that we easier said than done.

I’m sure you’re thinking I could have just “gone for it” during one of our Saturday nights. But those shenanigans were based on the pretence that I was punishing my sister for her misbehaviour – not just pursuing my own private perversions.
And unfortunately Lisa’s behaviour had been improving lately. I really should have been easing off her discipline, not increasing it.

So, I waited for my opportunity. And while I waiting, the bulges in her nighty grew larger and ever more enticing.
It was torture. I mean what was the point of my sister even having tits if I couldn’t play with them?
I hung on until her tenth birthday and decided I could take no more…

She came to my room that Saturday. There wasn’t anything truly naughty on The List, just the mundane, low grade carelessness that she was prone to every week, but that was enough.

“Well there’s nothing new here is there?” I took a serious tone. “How many times do I need to punish you for the same silly things?”

“I don’t know Sir?”

“I’m starting to think that you’ll never learn your lesson.”

“I am trying Sir, I’m sorry.”

“Yes, well. It’s about time. You’re ten now after all. So you’re a big girl aren’t you.”

“Yes Sir!” She smiled at that. She wanted to be a big girl.

“Then it’s only fair that I should punish you like a big girl, isn’t it?” I didn’t wait for a reply.
“Take your nighty off.” I ordered.

She giggled. She had spotted my ruse.
“You just want to see my titties, don’t you?”
She didn’t argue.
I think she wanted me to see them.
I think she was dying to show them off.
Maybe she had just been waiting for me to ask.
She pulled her gown over her head and dropped it to the floor. Standing naked before me.

“Do you like them?” she asked, looking down at her chest.
It was one of the most stupid questions in the history of the world! Of course I liked them.

They were two marvellous jellies, placed at the perfect height for me to grasp, one in each hand. Two perfect handfuls of soft yielding flesh just waiting for my caress.
I soon found out that they were ideal for sucking too. Who knew it? I suppose they must have been were designed to make men happy.

They instantly became my favourite new toys. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to stare at them or fondle them, but I found a way to do both at the same time.

I stood behind he, turning her so we both faced my full length mirror.
The two of us admired the reflected image of her nubile young body. I told she was beautiful, of course, and wrapped my hands around her waist.
We then watched in quiet awe as those hands grazed their way up her torso towards its newest additions.
She gasped as I took a tit in each hand and pulled her tight against my chest, mauling, rolling and squeezing those small but marvellous mounds, as my hard cock pressed against her spine.

I made my first attempts to play with her nipples. They were already hard and flicked back like rubber suckers when I strummed them with my thumbs.
Neat.

I kissed her neck, as I stared at her little body, fully exposed, in the glass.
It was mine to enjoy.
I owned it, I was in charge and I was going to take my time, savouring every moment.

One hand continued to claim to her breasts as the other rode down her smooth flesh.
We both watched its decent in the mirror. We knew where it was heading, but we couldn’t tear our eyes away. It passed her belly button and completed its inexorable journey towards her mound. I grabbed her by the crotch and rubbed up and down her wet cunt.
I knew what she liked. Where she wanted to be touched. How she wanted to be touched. And I made sure she got it.

I made a dual assault on her kitty and her titty, pleasuring them both simultaneously. Bringing her new and unfamiliar waves of sensual arousal in all her “girl places”. She had never felt such stimulation. She was soon helpless, breathless. A rag doll in my arms.

I took her to my bed and lay her down.
She was mine, all mine.
Laid bare.
My own personal playground.
I enjoyed her long into the night.

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Lisa was still naked when we awoke the next morning. She remembered her manners and thanked me for “last night’s punishment”, as was our custom, and then whispered, “but I think you forgot to spank my bum.”

I had. I’d been so excited about her newborn boobs that I’d forgotten to give her her most basic punishment.
“Well that won’t do will it?”
We both chuckled as I put her over my knee for three firm slaps on each cheek.

My sister was still giggling when she pulled on her nighty and went down to breakfast. She perched on a cushion to spare her sore bum and remained in a playful mood right through her corn flakes.
I didn’t know what had gotten into her.

We were both back in our own rooms, preparing for the day when sure called me.
“Tim can you come and give me a hand please?”

“In a minute.”

I would have been there much more quickly if I had known what she wanted “a hand” with.

She was waiting for me, next to her bed, in nothing more than her underwear. Knickers and bra.
Pink and matching.
Quite modest by adult standards, but just as sexy as her naked body, to my adolescent eye.
It was first bra I had ever seen in real life. A remarkable construction of elastic, cotton and lace, created to display her bust for my viewing pleasure.

“Do you like it?”she asked (another one of the world’s most stupid questions). Mummy bought it for my birthday.
“She got me a blue set too. I don’t know which one to wear. If I put it on, would you help me choose?” (the best question I had ever heard).

She let me watch as she stripped off her little pink panties and bra and then gave them to me “to look after”.
They felt sexy in my hands, but not as sexy as the nude little girl, rummaging through her underwear drawer, as I looked on.
She held the blue set up for me to see.
She was in no rush to put them on. Flaunting her new curves, discovering a women’s power to tease and tantalise.

She eventually put the blue ones on and asked me which I preferred. I didn’t really mind, but I told her I liked the pink set.
I wanted to watch her strip all over again! Who can blame me?

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So our Saturday sessions changed once more. Lisa was naked every week and I witnessed all the delightful changes to her young body and enjoying free range to touch, stroke and kiss every glorious inch of it.

My body was changing too and my cock was now regularly as hard as “The Times” crossword. I didn’t even have to be with Lisa. Just thinking about her was enough to bring on a stiffy and make me want to touch myself.
I touched myself a lot.
I liked it.
I was good at it.
I wondered what it would feel like, if I could persuade Lisa to touch it too.

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