Chapter 11: Boy power

After an hour on the net Greg got to wondering what his sister and the boy from downstairs might be up to. He had found a web site which had pictures of young boys, surely around his own age, doing far more than wanking in the back of a classroom. It gave him food for thought.

Opening his bedroom door silently he stole along the corridor. The lounge door was ajar and through the gap he was confronted with the profile of Tom's arse bobbing up and down on the sofa. He was on top of his sister, and she too was as naked as the day she was born. Greg put his hand into his fly and fished out his hardening little prick. He'd seen his Mum and Dad at it, of course, and the sight of his sister with her panties down was a pretty regular occurrence, but he had simply never see her getting the full works! She had her eyes closed and was moaning, and Greg stroked his prick in rhythm with the fucking before him. The pair were so lost in each other they would hardly notice a young spectator at the door. He pushed the door a bit wider to get a better view. As his hand flew up and down his little rod Tom shot his first load into Alicia's virgin cunt, and as he came he opened his eyes wide and suddenly saw the boy who appeared mesmerized by the scene.

"You little fucker!" cried Tom. And Alicia too opened her eyes and glared at her younger brother.

"Go fuck yourself in your bedroom you little sod".

Now this was hardly the language you might expect from a loving sister, or even a sister embarrassed to be caught in flagrante delicto. Greg felt annoyed.

"You wait till Mum and Dad come home. Your bums will be as red as his prick", he riposted.

Tom had disengaged his prick from the girl, and it bobbed up and down before them all, red as fury. At Greg's words he leapt from the sofa and caught him in the corridor, marching him back into the lounge by his ear.

"We'll teach you disrespect for your elders", said Tom. And seizing the boy by the waist he lifted him up and proceeded to undo the top button of his jeans and pull them down his legs. Greg had already removed his pants - as part of his earlier little rituals - and Tom easily placed his naked butt over the arm of the sofa facing Alicia so she would get a good view of the proceedings.

The spanking lasted at least 10 minutes. At first Greg simply mouthed off at his tormentor, but as the spanks began to get to him he stated snivelling and crying for mercy. Alicia got up and went to fetch her Dad's punishment belt, which hung in the cupboard under the stairs.

"Hold him for me", she said to Tom, and Tom twisted round to the front of the boy, standing astride his shoulders and resting his prick and balls on the back of his neck. Greg's buttocks were completely immobilised and nicely raised over the arm of the sofa.

Alicia started slowly but surely to apply the belt. Greg screamed, and they laughed as she tried to pick a white spot that had not yet been turned red. As she whipped down the belt her tits jiggled and bounced, and Tom felt his prick beginning to stir again.

"Be sure not to miss his bum," he warned. "You could do a lot of damage to this fellow" he said, shielding his hardening prick as though it might receive an accidental stroke.

After 20 strokes Alicia felt enough damage had been done to her brother's arse.

"Go and stand in the corner, you brat", she ordered. "If you move you'll get another lot."

Greg struggled to his feet and went obediently to the wall, leaving his jeans round his ankles and with his hands on his head. Turning to Tom, Alicia extended her hand and grasped his erect prick, drawing him closer.

"Now where were we? Oh yes. You were screwing me senseless."

And they returned to the sofa and resumed their coital manoeuvres. Tom kissed his way down to the girl's soft black bush and started nuzzling her lower lips. She closed her eyes again, pulled open her cunt with the fingers of both hands, and started to moan as she felt Tom lick her slit and tease her clit. They completely forgot the snivelling little brat in the corner.