Amy stood up and he suddenly said, "No, wait."
His stepsister froze, fearful, dreading what else he might want. But all he wanted was what he wanted before. Slowly running his hands up her legs, he knew what he was going to find. She was soaking wet inside her panties. Running his fingers back and forth in her slippery slit, he watched her face as confusion and desire ran over her features.
Pulling his fingers out, he made her watch as he licked her juices off of them.
"Okay, now you may go." Amy practically fled.
A few minutes later he heard the shower running.
Later that afternoon Roy was in his room when he heard soft whimpers coming through the peephole. Jumping up, wondering if she was crying and feeling a little guilty, he went over and looked through...
Not crying, but her feet were doing the familiar flexing and pointing on her bed. He grinned, realizing she was masturbating.
Yet another victory... and maybe he could use it in other ways as well.
Chapter 3
Roy kept watch on Amy for the next few days. She was masturbating much more than usual, something that he found very intriguing.
Was it possible that their encounters had turned her on more than he’d realized? He liked the idea of that. A couple more times that week he sat her down and played with her breasts while she jerked him off, and every time, he shot off on her face or tits, although one time he made her aim it straight at her mouth so that every spurt of white cum went between her pink lips. She always swallowed, even though he'd never told her to.
She never quite lost that disgusted, humiliated, frightened undertone, but that just turned him on more. Especially since underneath the fear was carefully hidden arousal and desire. So the next time that their parents were both out of the house at the same time he decided to take it a step further.
Amy came to him as soon as they were gone, knowing what he was going to want.
"Good girl." He beamed at her.
She shot him a look, squirming as she stood in front ofhim. Then his expression turned very stern and Amy was startled. He told her, "But I also know that you've been a very bad girl lately, Amy. Only bad girls masturbate all the time."
Her face was a study, she turned the most interesting shade of white and then red, completely caught and knowing that even if she had wanted to deny it, her reaction had just given her away.
Roy sat back, looking very satisfied. "Take off your shirt."
Wincing, obviously expecting that he was going to punish her nipples, she obeyed. Her eyes pleaded with him, but he didn't care.
"Now lay down here." He patted his knees. "On your belly."
"Wha—?" Amy's expression was more than startled now.
"Lay down," he repeated, then added, "Bad girls have to be punished, and that means a spanking. Ten is a good number, I think."
As she slowly got into position, her face burning red, poor Amy really didn't know what to expect. Was her stepbrother actually going to spank her?
He lifted her skirt up and over those gorgeous ass cheeks, caressing the cotton panties. Should he leave them on? No, it would be so much more fun to watch those creamy cheeks turn pink. For the first time, Amy became completely exposed to him as he pulled her panties down.
"No!" she cried, struggling to sit up as her virginal pussy was bared to him.
Roy angrily slapped her ass hard, using his other hand to hold her down. "Just for that it's going to be twenty, and this is going to hurt."
Indeed it did, and Amy squealed and struggled, tears running down her face—not only from the pain but from the complete humiliation of being spanked. She'd never felt so much like a little girl, a helpless little girl on the lap ofher older stepbrother. And she also knew that more was going to come after this. She felt sure that he was going to demand something more than a hand job, with her pussy exposed like that. Dread filled her, so that she almost didn't want the spanking to end... except—oh god, it hurt so much!
"Please!" she sobbed. "Please stop!"
"Fifteen."Smack!
"Sixteen"Smack!
"Seventeen."Smack!
