The Tale of Cautious Kevin & Naked Girl - Part 2 : More than just a game.

The siblings are four years older. They are adults now but their fetishes and their love of role play remain.

"Okay, what should I wear?"

"You've still got your graduation robes, haven't you?"

"Yeah."

"Well they'll be fine - you can go as an old fashioned headmaster, can't you?"

"I suppose so - it'll save a trip to the fancy dress shop."

"Exactly. And don't forget that square hat thing."

"It called a mortarboard actually."

"Whatever!
Just be there at half past seven, ok?"

"Sure. What are you going to w..."

The line went dead before Kevin could finish his question. It was typical of Paige.
She was his little sister.
She was four years younger than him.
He'd graduated from university last year and now he was in a "high powered job" with a big accountancy firm.
She had barely passed her college exams.
But somehow, she was the one in charge.
Telling him that he had to take her to her end of term fancy dress party.
Deciding what he was going to wear and ordering him not to be late.

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Of course, Kevin followed her instructions, arriving ten minutes early, at the appointed place, dressed in his robes (and his mortarboard of course).

He didn't recognise any of the other guests, not only because they were disguised as police officers, circus clowns, wizards and witches, or whatever, but also because they weren't his friends.
They were Paige's 18 year old classmates celebrating the end of their studies.
He'd never met any of them and he doubted that he much in common with them.
He had no idea why his sister had invited him - surely she had a boyfriend that she could have taken instead.

She arrived (a few minutes late) and planted a sisterly kiss on his cheek that gave no hint of the salacious intimacy of their teenage years.

"How do I look?"
She opened her jacket to show off her costume.
She was dressed as a schoolgirl, but a very specific kind of schoolgirl...
She was wearing the uniform that all Britons born since the 1960's, would recognise as "St Tristan's" - the fictitious girls' school, filled with outrageous pupils, notorious for their high spirits, rule breaking, and immorality.
Their image has become ,"hard-wired" in the national psyche as the very epitome of teenage debauchery and it was the stuff of countless sexual fantasies.
Kevin was lost for words.

Her hair was tied back in a ponytail.
Her makeup messy.
Her tie loose.
Her tight blouse open to the chest and her cleavage on display.
That cleavage was dramatically exaggerated by a push up bra that barely contained her tits.
Her split skirt was tight and designed to show off her well rounded backside whilst being short enough to allow a glimpse of her stocking tops and suspenders.
A pair of high heeled shoes, completed her look.

"Wow.
You look, er... wow..."

"I thought you'd like it."
She gave him another kiss and couldn't help but notice the lump that had developed within his trousers.
"Oh... I almost forgot. I brought you a prop for your costume... a sort of finishing touch."
She handed him an old fashioned crook handled cane.
"It's just so everyone will get that you're meant to be a headmaster, that's all.
You know?"
She gave him a knowing wink.

"Really?" Kevin shook his head dismissively, at her tacit reference to the secret games of their youth.

"Oh come on, don't be so stiff about it. We both had fun didn't we?"

Kevin nodded awkwardly.

"Well I know I did and I seem to remember that you did too!"
She leant in and whispered, "The memories still keep me warm at night - I think you'll make a great headmaster."

He knew what she meant.
He'd always had a spanking fetish and his little sister had devoted herself to helping him live out those fantasies.
However, he had always felt a little guilty about the things he had done to her and he that thought they'd moved on, but it had still been the highlight of his teenage years and he cherished the memories as a dirty secret.
Indeed their games were actually the most memorable events in the whole of his sex life - his university girlfriend (Julia) had been a nice young lady, but her preferences were "vanilla" to say the least.

He did his best to push the mental image of Paige bared, bent over and begging to have her bottom beaten, from his mind, but when the naughty St Tristan's girl looped his arm and strode into the party alongside her stern, cane wielding headmaster, he found he could think of little else.

The party was wild and chaotic.
A room packed full of noisy hyped up 18 year olds in outlandish costumes, determined to celebrate the end of their academic careers by drinking as much alcohol as they possibly could before "last orders".

It wasn't Kevin's scene.
He'd never really been that into booze. He'd preferred to retain his dignity and self control and (anyway) that stuff killed brain cells - who the hell would want to do that!?

But Paige felt perfectly at home and dived straight into the manic maelstrom, joking with classmates and pushing her way through the crowd until she found her friends.
They welcomed her with hugs and kisses and the over excited girly screams, that made Kevin's eyes roll.
She stepped back and made the introductions.
"Maisie, Emmy, this is my big brother, Kev."

"Pleased to meet you both," he shook their hands rather formally, "er nice costumes." He wasn't very confident around girls.
"You must be a fairy and er, Emmy, I guess you've come as a rabbit?"

"Oh, well you're close, I'm a Playboy Bunny, see?" she wiggled her arse, "how do you like my tail?"

"Very nice."

"And I suppose you must be a headmaster, here to keep your naughty little sister under strict control." quipped Maisie.

"Oh, I'm not sure about that..." Kevin took her question literally, but Paige interrupted him.

"Well it wouldn't be the first time!"

"What?" The girls gasped and giggled and Kevin squirmed in his shoes worried that she may be about to divulge their secret fetishes.

He needn't have worried.
"Look, it's no big deal.
I did a lot of stupid things when we were growing up and I would have got into a lot of trouble if I hadn't had my sensible big brother to help keep me on the "straight and narrow".
She gave him a hug.

"Well you're lucky then. My brother was a right dickhead!"
Emmy made them all laugh, before asking, "Are you a real teacher, Kev, because that costume really suits you."

"No they're just my graduation robes. I'm an accountant actually."

"An accountant?
How interesting!" remarked Maisie sarcastically.

Paige gave her a dirty look, "Why don't you get us all some drinks Kev?"
She was keen get her brother out of the way, so she could berate her friend for being so "fucking rude!"

"How dare you talk to Kev like that. He's worked fucking hard to get that job. He was always studying and doing his homework while I was out partying and having a good time.
He was the first one in our family to go to university and he worked two part time jobs to pay for it all, so that he wouldn't have to rely on our mum and dad."

"Yeah, but he won't be short of a bob or two now will he?" Maisie retorted.
"Tapping on his calculator, swanning around in his "graduation robes" and looking down on the rest of us."

"No Kev's not like that," Paige fronted up to her friend as though she was going to thump her.
"It should his day off tomorrow, but he won't be chillin' like most guys his age.
He's arranged a meeting with three local kids' charities to help them make sense of some new tax rules.
Right?
No one's paying him for that. He's doing it for free!
And then he's going to help with them with their grant applications, and he's not getting paid for that either.
He's doing it because, despite what you think, he gives a shit and he isn't looking down on anyone!
Okay?"

She turned and bumped into her brother as he returned from the bar.
"Just leave the drinks on the table," she told him, "I want to dance."

She led him to the floor while her friends looked at one another in shock.
"Well that escalated quickly, I was only joking. Every knows accountants are boring bastards." Maisie tried to explain.

"Yeah, I know hun.
It's a bit weird if you ask me.
You'd think he was her boyfriend, not her brother."
Emmy was closer to the truth than she knew.

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The DJ was playing all of Paige's favourite songs and she gradually let her anger subside and got on with enjoying the party.
She loved to dance, she was a natural mover, unlike her brother who was awkward and self conscious.

The other boys couldn't help but notice her moves, particularly when her scanty skirt offered a glimpse of her black stockings and suspenders or her bouncing boobs threatened escape the confines of her brassiere.
Several horny young bucks attempted to step in to take Kevin's place, but they were all politely rebutted as Paige explained that she had "to stay with the Headmaster, thank you."

Kevin was impressed by her loyalty, but he wouldn't have minded standing down, his partner was far to energetic for him!
Fortunately he got a welcome break when Emmy & Maisie joined them on the floor.
There was a brief chat (which he couldn't hear because of the music) then another bout of girly hugs and kisses, signifying that "all was well" again.

Masie patted Kevin on the shoulder and shouted something in his ear.
"Pardon!" he yelled.

"I said," she tried again, " I'm sorry if I was rude earlier. I've never met a real life accountant before."

"It's okay," he reassured her, "Most of the rumours are true - there are plenty of boring old sods in the office."
He was surprised when she laughed - he wasn't joking...

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It was too noisy to chat on the dancefloor so Emmy suggested that they went through to the bar - there something that she was dying to ask...

"Is that a real cane?"

"Erm," Kevin examined it closely, "I hadn't thought about it. Paige gave it to me."

"Yeah," she giggled, "I got it at a car boot sale, I'm not sure, but it does look old.
The handle feels worn and the shaft has got a definite curl to it.
So yeah, it's probably whacked a few bottoms in its time."

Kevin tapped it against his hand, "It definitely feels like it could do some damage."

Emmy chuckled "It properly belonged to an evil Headmaster."

"Well, I don't know," Paige replied whimsically.
"I got some funny looks from the stallholder - they weren't just used in classrooms, you know. Some people use them in the bedroom too!"
Just think of that!"

They all tried to picture the scene, but it was Maisie who asked the question that was on every girl's mind.
"I wonder what it feels like."

"Only one way to find out!" Emmy was up for it, "come on Kev, let's try it out!"

She bent over and offered up her nicely rounded rump as a target.

"Are you sure?" he asked nervously, "that bunny costume is pretty small."
He was right.
It showed far more than it covered - a fact that Kevin would have appreciated if he weren't so worried about hurting the girl.

"Yeah, it's okay.
I trust you."

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."
He placed the cane squarely across Emmy's buttocks and have gave her a few experimental taps."
They elicited a little gasp or two from his potential victim who held her breath waiting to receive a more genuine blow.

"Get on with it, mate!"
A lad that Kevin didn't know shouted encouragement.
He realised that a crowd was gathering.
He couldn't back out now.

"Okay, here it comes!"
He gave a sharp flick of the wrist that transmitted itself through the length of the cane, making the tip strike her right bum cheek like a viper.

"Ouch!"
The audience laughed and cheered, while Emmy rubbed her backside. "Ooo, that stings like a bee!"

There were a number of offers from lads volunteering to "rub it better" but all were declined (some more courteously than others!)

"Me next Kev! My turn now!"
Maisie was keen to get in on the act.

It was immediately obvious to Kevin that she had a fleshier arse than Emmy, which offered her a little natural more padding.
In addition, her costume was also more substantial than her friend's.
The full-back, ruched lace, frilly knickers of her fairy outfit would certainly give her more protection than the bunny girl's tightly stretched leotard.

Kevin could see that he didn't need to be quite so cautious with her.
He started with a few preparatory taps, like last time and then delivered a firm, flat "swish" across the width of her bottom.

"Aaaah! Fuck!"
Masie squealed melodramaticly, leaping into the air as though she had been electrocuted.

Kevin wasn't worried though.
He knew she was playing to the audience.
He hadn't hit her that hard, but he had enjoyed it...

"Come on Paige, your turn next!" Maisie was keen to see her friend get a taste of the cane too, but she was having none of it.

"No way. I'm not bending over for my brother. What kind of girl do you think I am?"

Kevin concealed a smile.
He knew the answer to that better than anyone!

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They got a taxi home - they couldn't very well walk through town in their fancy dress outfits!
They clambered into the back seat next to each other and when the driver asked where they wanted to go, Paige saucily told him, "We're going to my Headmaster's flat please - he's putting me in detention!"

"Sounds like you're in trouble!" He joked.

"Yeah I think I'm gonna get the..."

Kevin cut in, telling the driver his address, before Paige could continue with her banter, his sister was embarrassing him
And anyway, she'd only suggested staying at his place so she wouldn't disturb her parents when she stumbled home drunk.
At least, that was why he thought she'd suggested it...

His flat was on the second floor and Paige led the way, wiggling her bum, as she climbed the stairs.

"Oh!" she gasped and turned to face him with her hand over her mouth.
"I'm sorry Sir, I shouldn't be walking like that. I bet you can see right up my skirt, can't you!"

Kevin knew there was only one reason for her to call him "Sir". She wanted to play.

"Yes, I can."
He responded, assuming his role as her Headmaster.
"And they aren't regulation knickers, are they missy?"

"Sorry sir," Paige looked at the ground like a mischievous schoolgirl, caught in the act of her naughtiness.
Her brother couldn't wait to get her into his flat.
He locked the door behind them.
"I guess this is going to be an all night detention then." she whispered as naively as she could.

Kevin smiled and left her alone for a moment while he stepped into the kitchen, "Do you want a coffee," he shouted, pouring one for himself.

"Er, no. No thank you Sir. I've got a drink."
She was waiting for him in the lounge, grinning with a bottle in one hand and a glass in the other.
"See?"
She poured, with a teasing giggle, missing the glass and wetting her figure hugging blouse.
"Ooops!"

"Well that was careless." Kevin chided.
"You'd better take that off before you catch your death."

"Oh yes Sir.
Of course Sir
But my hands are full."
She glanced at the bottle and the glass.
"Maybe you could do it for me?"
She smiled and looked down at her damp cleavage."

"Of course."
The game was on...
It had been a long time since Kevin had taken his little sister's clothes off and he thought those days had gone, but he was wrong.
He worked at her buttons.
His fingers trembling in excitement.
Releasing them one by one.
Revealing her flesh, inch by inch.

Paige put her hands behind her back and pushed out her chest, making her low cut bra strain under the weight of her bulging boobs.
She looked down at them again, biting her tongue coquettishly.
"It's really tight, Sir.
Would you mind taking it off for me - I can hardly breathe."

"Well that won't do will it?"
It was front fastening (very convenient).
He took the opportunity to feast his eyes as he opened the clasp and peeled the cups away from her tits which sprung free to meet his gaze.

They were beautiful.
Kevin had thought they were already perfect when Paige was a mere girl of 14, but, once again, he had been wrong.
Four years later they were better than ever.
He was so lucky that she was his sister!

"Oh thank you Sir, that's much better."

Kevin couldn't agree more.

She began to pour her drink again, "Sure you wouldn't like one Sir?"

"Excuse me!"
He took the bottle from her hand.
"Where did you get this from?"

She gave a smirk, "That cupboard over their Sir?"

"You mean, my drinks cabinet?
You're offering me my own vodka, that you've stolen from my own drinks cabinet!"

"Well yes, I suppose I have Sir." She gave a naughty smile and looked in the direction of his cane.
"I am going to have to bend over and let you whack me on the bottom?
I think it's knickers off and six of the best for stealing, isn't it Sir?"

Kevin gulped.
He'd never caned her before.
Was she serious?
He decided to play safe.
"I think a spanking will be enough for now."
He'd spanked her plenty of times before and they'd always loved it.

"Okay Sir," Paige said with a hint of disappointment, "do you want me over your desk, Sir?"

She took her position and her brother made great play of caressing her buttocks over her tight skirt, before taking hold of the zipper slowly drawing it down as far as would go.
It fell to the floor, revealing her tiny, tempting black knickers (which definitely were not "regulation").
He pulled them right the way down to her ankles then slid his hands back up legs to stroke her bum once more.

He stepped back to enjoy the scene.
It was just like old times.
He was fully clothed, standing over his sister, who was bent over, stoically awaiting her fate, at his mercy, naked and defenceless (well actually she still wearing her stockings and suspenders this time, but they just enhanced the view).

He began to spank her.
Not too hard at first.
Rediscovering his old rhythm and gauging how much the naughty schoolgirl could take.

She oohed and ouched as he worked his way around her feminine curves.

The sound and sting of flesh upon flesh made Kevin's cock throb in the way that it always had, but Paige wasn't a girl anymore and she could take more.

He began to strike harder, with more precision and power.
The oohs and ouches became yelps and squeals, but his sister took it all without complaint, pushing her backside out for more.

Her buttocks were warm to his touch.
He ran his palms across them and allowed his fingers to brush between her thighs.
She was pleasantly moist.

"Just 10 more to go." He announced.
"Good and hard."

"Good and hard." She confirmed.
And that was what she got.
Squealing and squirming through every last one of them.
She remained in place afterwards, while Kevin caressed the reddened rump once more.

It was a few moments before he asked, "Well girl, I hope that's taught you a lesson and you won't steal any more booze in future?"

Her reply came as a surprise.
"Er, well, no Sir.
I don't think a little hand spanking is enough for me this time.
I was very naughty.
I was definitely expecting the cane, Sir."

Kevin paused, it was second time she had encouraged him to cane her.
Did she really want it?
He had to be sure.

"Really.
You said you didn't want it when I gave Emmy and Maisie a whack at the party?"

She turned to look her brother in the eye.
"That was different." She said flatly
"You're right, Paige did tell her brother she didn't want him to cane her in public because she knew he'd be embarrassed and afraid of hurting her.
But we're not Paige and Kevin, now.
I'm a naughty, willful little schoolgirl that needs a good thrashing and you're a mean, cruel, horny headmaster that wants to give it to me.
Ok?"

He nodded.
She kissed him and bent over the desk once more, adding, "Look, I bought that cane for a reason so try to give me proper ones, not just those little taps you gave to my friends."
She assumed the position.

Kevin resumed his role.
It was only a game after all.
"Okay girl. You've asked for it!"

He took up the cane and swished through the air for dramatic effect.
Paige flinched at the mere sound of it.

He placed it across her buttocks and took a few practice swings to get his range and build the tension.

"Six of the best for you girl and I expect you to count every one."

"Yes Sir." He heard the smile in her voice.

There was a swish and a smack and a gasp of pain.

"One Sir. Thank you Sir."

He was pleased with her reaction.
He hadn't hit her any harder than he'd hit Maisie, but whilst her friend's backside had been protected by her fullsome "fairy" panties, Paige had taken the full force of the stinging blow across her bare "schoolgirl" arse.

But his sister was made of strong stuff.
She was no stranger to a beating and she had taken the cane well - no tears, or screams, nor any attempt to escape.

He could see that she could take more and he felt confident that he could administer her "punishment" with the subtle combination of tenderness and brutality that she required.

And, of course, he was going to enjoy it too - there was no denying the primal sense of power and mastery that he felt whenever he raised his cane.
He swung once again.
Deliberately striking a little harder, the impact leaving a red stripe as evidence of it's power.

It brought a squeal quickly followed by, "Two Sir. Please may I have another?"

How polite!

The Headmaster was getting into his flow now and the third swish followed without delay.
The cruel collision filled the air with a percussive "crack" and a plaintive "cry".

"Three Sir." was all she could say.

"Half way girl." the Headmaster announced unnecessarily, taking a moment to paw her arse, exploring the effect of his manly prowess upon her feminine flesh.

Then he tapped the cane against her stinging butt.
"Ready for more?" He asked unnecessarily - she was going to get the full six, anyway.

She nodded, "Yes Sir".

He made her wait for a few seconds, enjoying the anticipation, then whacked down again, noticing how much his technique had improved.
The cane swung smoothly and effortlessly onto its target, eliciting the the best squeal yet!

The girl took a moment to compose herself before uttering,
"Thank you Sir."

"How many girl?" he asked, wondering whether he should start all over again if she were to lose count.

"Four Sir, thank you Sir." She blurted out just in time.

His technique held up again and the fifth stroke hit its mark with gusto.

She somehow resisted the urge to squeal out loud or rub her wounds.

"Five Sir, thank you Sir." she gambled.

"Just one more to go girl."

"Yes Sir... and they always say the last one is the worst."

That statement appeared to be a challenge so Kevin let fly, bringing the cane down smartly, with added force.

He immediately regretted it when his sister let out the loudest scream of the night.
He was filled with regret and remorse for his actions, until he remembered that she had most definitely asked for it.
And he hadn't made her cry so, maybe it wasn't too bad after all.

He let her get her breath back before asking sternly, "Well, have you finally learnt your lesson now!"

"Oh yes Sir," she enthused,
"I won't be stealing anything ever again.
I'm going to be a very very good girl from now on Sir.
Honest."

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There was no more "play" that night.
Kevin carried his precious little sister to his bed and laid her face down on top of the sheets, hoping the cool air might soothe her hot buns.
He stroked her tenderly and offered her remainder of the of vodka, hoping it might have a numbing effect.
And got a bottle of "after sun" from his first aid box too.
It was designed to salve the sting of sunburn, but he lived in the north of England and had little need for it so, he tried to use it to cool the welts of her battered bum instead.

Kevin massaged it into her skin with loving care, but allowed his hands to skim well beyond her bottom to feel up her pussy and her tits and anything else that took his fancy, until they both fell asleep.

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He slept well, only to be awoken by the gentle brush of a hand against his balls and the warm, suction of wet lips upon his morning wood.

He had received blow jobs before, but only a few, from his old university girlfriend, Julia.
She only did it as a treat, on special occasions - when she thought she ought to.

He'd never woken up to one before and he'd never had one from his sister.
Paige had never even touched his cock until now, but now she was giving it her full and undivided attention.

She went for it with the kind of enthusiasm and commitment that her brother would never have dreamt of - licking the length, sucking the head, shamelessly slathering and slobbering until her mouth and fingers slid hungrily around and about it.

She only removed her mouth to briefly wish Kevin a "Good morning," when she sensed him stir from his slumber. Then she continued to pleasure him as he lay back and enjoyed her ministrations.

It was the very best way to start the day.
He watched as his little sister served him in the rudest manner. Debasing herself as she devoured his dick. Taking him as deeply as she could and looking up at him as she endeavoured to drive him on to the climax that he deserved.

He felt the tension building in his loins and boiling in his balls. He held out, prolonging his pleasure for as long as he possibly could before surrendering to the inevitable and warning Paige that he was "going to come".

Maybe she didn't understand or, perhaps she wanted to taste his spunk, but she ignored his warning and took the full blast of his release into her mouth.
She didn't have the experience to swallow much of it.
So she coughed and gagged pulling her head away and leaving his cock free to splatter uncontrollably all over her face, her tits.
She even got some in her hair, but she didn't care, she was simply exhilarated at the excitement of giving her first blow job.
She laughed triumphantly, but Kevin bought her back down to earth.

"Oh shit!" He shouted in panic.

"What's up," she asked.

"Look at the time.
I've got to go.
I'm going to be late for the charity thing."

He threw his clothes on and departed without breakfast, leaving his sister, in his bed, virtually naked and coated in his jism.

She sighed with disappointment.
There was so much more that she had wanted to do...

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Kevin returned home late in the afternoon, tired and ready to slob out in front of his television, but he was in for a surprise.

Somebody was waiting for him.

Somebody looking sweet and innocent in a smart and spotless school uniform with her hair in pigtails.
She batted her eyelids at him.
"Hello Daddy."

It was obviously the start of a new game. Suddenly Kevin didn't feel tired anymore - he was reinvigorated and ready to play!
"Hello Paige," he replied, "I wasn't expecting to find you here."

"Well, no Daddy," she looked down at the floor and wrung her hands, as she prepared to make an embarrassing confession.
"I got sent home from boarding school."

"Why? What have you done?"

"It's all in here Daddy," she handed him a note.
"Dr Wackford, the new headmaster said I had to give you this as soon as I got home."
She stood nervously as he read it out loud.

"Dear Mr Rodgers,
I regret to inform you that during the Spring ball, held yesterday evening, your daughter was discovered in the male cloakrooms engaged in a lewd and depraved act that shamed both her and the entire school community.
Consequently, I had no opinion other than to discipline her with six strokes of the senior cane (without underwear) and to expel her with immediate effect.
I will leave it to Paige, herself, to describe the nature of her misconduct and for you to administer any further punishment that you deem necessary."

Kevin smiled to himself - his sister was setting herself up for another spanking!

"Well then, you'd better tell me exactly what you've been up to, my girl."

"Oh er yes Daddy," she sniffled, "it wasn't really my fault.
I'd was dancing with Fleur and Bunty and these older boys came over. They said they thought we looked really pretty asked us if we'd like to play a new game called bukkake.

We all said "no", because we didn't know what it was and we thought it was probably going to be one of those boring computer games. But then, the most handsome boy asked me if I liked cream and of course I said "yes" - because I do.
And he said that if I won the game I'd get lots of cream and £10 off every one of the boys and there were six of them and that would be a lot of money, so I said I'd play."

"Well that was silly and greedy wasn't it?"

"Yes Daddy, I know that now.
I should have guessed something was wrong when they took me into the boys' toilets."

"I thought you're Headmaster said it was in the "cloakrooms"."

"Yes, but he was just trying to sound posh. We did it in the boys' bogs.
It was horrid and smelly and they made me kneel down on the dirty floor and they all stood in a circle and got their willies out.
I'd never seen one before. I thought they looked funny and I couldn't help laughing at them, but the boys said I had to take my top off and let them see my boobies.
I didn't want to, honest Daddy!
But they said that was how the game was played and it was only fair because they were all letting me see their willies." She giggled a little.

"So you took your top for them?"

"Yes, Daddy.
My tie, my blouse and my bra. They said they all had to come off.
That was the rules."

Daddy tutted with disapproval.
"And then what happened."

"Well we played the game.
It was quite simple really.
All the boys had cream in their willies and I had to try to get it out. I won £10 every time I got a boy's cream."

"I see..."

"Yeah, and I was really good at it!
I worked out that I could make the cream come out just by pulling on their willies and the faster I pulled the more I got.
There was a lot of it!
I couldn't eat it all and some of it spilt onto my chest and my boobies so it was a good job I'd taken my top off, because it would have got filthy."

"And did you get all the boys' cream?"

"Yes," she said proudly, "the last one was called Vincent and he thought he was going to beat me. I couldn't get his cream no matter how much I tugged.
He was being really mean - waving his £10 note in front of me saying I was "a loser" and I wasn't going to get it, but I was too clever for him.
I had this great idea and I managed to suck it all out, so l won and he had to give his money too!"

"So you won sixty pounds?"

"Yes, and I was just thinking about how I could spend it, when Mrs Grassington came in and caught me and took me to Dr Wackford and, well, you know what he did to me then... and he confiscated all the money.
The big meanie!"

"I don't blame him, you were lucky you only got six strokes of the cane."

"I suppose I was, I don't think I could have taken any more. They really hurt. He made me take my knickers off and everything."

"Quite right too." Kevin replied,
"And then he expelled you, so you won't be needing that uniform anymore will you?
You might as well take it off right now."

"Oh," Paige gulped, Daddy sounded angry, "I suppose so," she slipped off her school tie and began to tentatively unbutton her blouse.
She stopped when she got to the third button and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.
"I don't have to do it here, do I Daddy? Not in front of you?"

"Why not?
You took your clothes off in front of all those boys."

"Yes but, Daddy," she whispered, "I'm not wearing a bra."

"Why not?" he demanded.

"Well there was a lot of confusion when Mrs Grassington caught us and it kind of got lost - think one of the boys might have taken it."

"Are you trying to tell me you've spent three hours on the train - in public - without a bra on?
You've just sat there, letting everyone see your boobies bouncing around like balloons everytime there was a
jolt in the tracks?"

"Yes Daddy," she confessed, " and I had to get two taxis, as well. I think both the drivers were staring at me more than they were looking at the road."

"Then there's no need to be embarrassed about your father seeing your tits too is there? Just get that top off and stop wasting my time."

"Okay Daddy, if you say so."
Paige unbuttoned and slipped off her top.
She tried to play the game and act like she was embarrassed, but she loved to show her tits off and she couldn't help sticking them out for Kevin to paw.
He took a one in each hand, shaking them and making them jiggle.
"Look at the size of them, you silly thing! You're not little girl anymore. You can't just leave them loose under your blouse.
And those nipples too," he gave them a tweak "you see how long they are? Everyone is going see those poking through your clothes.
It was very naughty of you to go out without a bra."

"Sorry Daddy."

He continued to stroke and caress, giving her tits and close inspection.
He pulled an angry face.

"What's up Daddy, is there something wrong with my boobies?"

He ran his fingers over them.
"They're dirty aren't they?
They're still covered in dirty, crusty, dried up cream from that disgusting game you played with the boys."

"Oh b.... Ouch!" Paige never got to finish what she had to say, because Kevin slapped her left tit and stopped her in her tracks.

He couldn't help it.
He'd never done that before, but they were so big and Paige was acting so naughty.
It just seemed like the natural thing to do, he couldn't resist, but he had no idea how she would react.

"Ouch!"
She took a second to comprehend what had happened, before adding, "Oh Daddy you've never spanked my boobies before."
However, she gave him a look that told him she'd like him to do it again.

So he slapped the other one and kept on slapping making her tits clap against each other as they swung left and right.
They were soon took on a rosy hue, becoming firmer as her arousal increased and her nipples grew longer than ever.

This was turning her on.

"Oh Daddy, oh Daddy please." Paige squealed and giggled, the slapping stung a little, but it felt so good.
"Oh Daddy please spank my naughty boobies and teach me a lesson."

Her brother obliged, slapping and toying with her lovely lady lumps for a while before whispering a question that obviously wasn't part of their game,
"Do you really like that?"

"Yes Kev," she whispered back, "you've made my knickers wet - and not with pee."

"Oh my god" he thought to himself with a smile.

"Right, my girl.
You deserve more than just a tit slapping!"
He got back into the role play.
"Time to get that skirt off and lay yourself over my knee."

The schoolgirl obeyed her Daddy's instruction without question and dropped her skirt as he made himself comfortable on the sofa.

"At least you're wearing panties," he remarked, noticing a damp patch between her legs, "you haven't completely abandoned your underwear."

"No Daddy. Proper school knickers too."

"Well they're coming right off, I don't care how "proper" they are, because that bottom needs a "proper" spanking. "
He pulled them down without further ado.

Kevin looked down at his little sister, full of love and affection, remembering all the intimate fun they had enjoyed in the past.
And this was just like old times.
She had been ready to play from the moment he'd arrived home.
She'd instigated a game that had got her naked, within minutes.
A game that her got her bent over his knee for his pleasure.
A game where she would willingly allow him to spank her arse even though she had no idea how long or hard her beating might be.
And she had asked for nothing in return - he hadn't even removed a single stitch of his clothing.

He lay his hand gently on her bum, stroking her curves with caution.
"Well I can see where your Headmaster caned last night."

"Yes, Daddy and it hurt, but I deserved it and it doesn't feel too bad now."

"Then you'll be ready to receive my punishment too.
That was an expensive school and you've wasted a lot of my money."

"Yes Daddy," she started to sniffle again, "I know, I'm sorry I let you down, please forgive me."

"I promise I'll forgive you, darling, but I am going to have to spank you first."

"I understand."
She braced herself in readiness for the special cocktail of pleasure and pain that she loved so much.

The spanking commenced.
Deliberate, well aimed strikes avoiding the red marks and bruises left by the previous night's caning, but concentrating on her "white bits", trying to create an even sting across the whole of her rump.
Kev thought that was right thing to do.

He struck firmly but not cruelly.
He wanted to toast her buns without reignighting the painful fire that he had created when he'd given her that "St Tristan's" style thrashing last night.

He took a moment to caress and delight in the soft round exposed cheeks beneath his hand.
His cock throbbing as he felt the warm glow emanating from her surrendered flesh.

He dipped his palm between her thighs, cupping her pussy, surprised by its wetness.
He allowed his hand to remain there fondling with a circular motion.

"Oh Daddy!
You've never spanked me like that before... feels strange."

"I think you're enjoying it.
You naughty girl.
You're very wet."
He ran a finger along her slit.

"Oooh." his sister gasped.
"I think you're enjoying it too Daddy - I can feel something poking my thigh.
It's your willy isn't it?"

"Of course it is?" he giggled at Paige's use of childish language - she was really good at role play.

"Well it feels much bigger than those I saw when I was playing with the boys last night."

"Of course.
They were just boys, but I'm a grown man," Kevin boasted.

"Oh, well we learned about men's willies at school.
When the get big and hard like that it means they're ready for sex.
Is that why you're touching my pussy Daddy?
You're making me very wet.
Do you want to have sex with me?"

"What?"
Kevin pulled his hand away from his sister's twat and she turned to face him.
"I'm confused," he told her.
"Are we playing?
Are you asking your father to have sex with you?"

"No," she smiled with a sigh.
"I'm asking my big brother to fuck me."

Kevin opened his mouth to speak, but Paige didn't give him the chance. She had something to say and she'd been rehearsing it for years.

"Look, I know I asked before and you turned me down.
You were right to.
I was a 14 year old kid and you were my big brother and you trying to look after me.
I was disappointed at the time.
You were about to go away to uni and I thought I'd lose you, but you promised to come back to me.
And you have.
And I'm all grown up.
And I still want it.
I still want you."
She drew breath for a moment, as though she was expecting an answer and then added, "Oh and you don't need to worry about condoms this time. I'm safe."

As ever Kevin's instinct was to consider her proposal carefully and do the right thing - the sensible thing.
But deep down he knew that this wasn't the time for intellectual logic and cautious calculation.

They were both adults.
He no longer needed to feel bound by the brotherly responsibilities that had constrained him four years ago.
There was no reason to deny their primal desires.

His beautiful, moist, naked sister was longing for the truist form of intimacy that a man and woman could share and despite his inhibitions, he couldn't deny that he wanted it too - the rock hard erection blatantly stabbing her in the leg made his desires obvious.

He wanted her too and he wanted her now.

There was no need for words.
He lifted her off his knee and laid her down on the floor.
She looked so beautiful and sexy lying on his sheepskin rug.

Her smiling face.
Her heaving chest.
Her hardened nipples upon her swelling breasts.
Her open legs and the wet folds of her hungry pussy.
All inviting him to enter her and use her for his pleasure.

Kevin fumbled at his clothes, disrobing, clumsily and excitedly, like a child unwrapping his presents on Christmas day.

Then he regained his composure, kneeling between his sister's thighs and taking in her beauty.
He considered foreplay, but it wasn't necessary.
They were both fully aroused and their needs demanded urgent satisfaction.

He pushed his thick, blunt cock up against her slit, parting her labia and entering her with ease, invading that intimate space with manly confidence.
He has never felt better, but...
His progress was halted by an unexpected barrier.

"Oh, I er," he struggled to find the words to explain that he thought his shapely little sister would have let her boyfriends fuck her long ago.
He couldn't believe she was still a virgin.

Paige guessed what her brother was thinking and answered all his questions for him.
"Surprise!" she grinned.
"You're my first - I've been saving myself for you.
You promised me you that wouldn't let those uni girls take you away from me so I've been waiting."

"You didn't need to do that ."

"I did.
I always knew you'd keep your promise.
I've always knew this moment would come."

Kevin felt a pang of guilt that he couldn't wait to lose his virginity once he had got to university. He had fallen into bed with Julia within weeks of his arrival.

However, she never seemed to "be enough" and neither did any of the other charming and attractive young ladies he met on campus.
A had remained single for two years.
He'd wanted something more, something different, something the uni girls couldn't offer.
It was only now that he recognised what that "something" was.
He'd wanted Paige, he'd wanted his sister.
He'd just been too dumb or too timid to admit it.

He held back for a moment.
"You know it's going to hurt," he warned her, "at first at least - I mean I'll try to be gentle, but..."

"It's okay," she reassured him.
"I know you will and it can't hurt any more than what you did with that cane last night, can it?"

Kevin chuckled and pushed his way into her sharply.
Paige squealed as he "made her a woman" and they instinctively held position.
They held still for a moment before resuming their love making.
Moving together.
Sliding with their own special sibling synchronicity as they gave and received sensual pleasure, one to another.

Her pussy was filled and his cock was caressed as their carnal coupling consummated their lifelong bonds.

Kevin came lustily, unloading inside his sister in the way that she had been longing for since she was 14.
It was as perfect as it could possibly be, apart from the fact that Paige didn't get an orgasm.

But she wouldn't have to wait for long.

Kevin made her come when he did her doggy style over his desk and again when she went cowgirl in the kitchen and once more when they spooned on the bed sheets.

And yet again when they had an impromptu shag in the shower while Paige was supposed to be cleaning herself up to return to her parents.

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It had been an exhausting day but Kevin didn't sleep too well that night.
His balls had never been required to work so hard and they were aching in protest!

Nevertheless he dragged himself out of bed bright and early the next morning - he had important tasks to attend to.

He went furniture shopping.
He needed to buy a bed for his spare room, as well as a wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a dressing table plus a mirror and a standard lamp and some pictures to complete the set.

It wasn't going to be called the "spare room" anymore.
It was going to be "Paige's room" because (they told their parents) it was time she moved our of her childhood home and let her mum and dad enjoy their lives in peace.

However the real reason was far less altruistic.
Kevin's life changed as soon as she moved in.

Every morning he would be wakened by his naked sister, lying next to him and using her hand, mouth or pussy to wank, suck or fuck him out of his slumber.

She would then slip out of bed to make his breakfast and prepare his packed lunch whilst he readied himself for work.

She would remain without clothes until she had kissed him "goodbye" and watched him depart for the day.

Whilst at work Kevin would be part of a world of rules, rigour and routine that his profession required.
However, once he returned home to his flat there would be no such restrictions.
He never knew what to expect when he opened the door to his flat.

Sometimes he would, again, be greeted by a schoolgirl, but sometimes it might be a secretary, a stripper or a slave.
Or it may be a model or a maid, a nurse or a nun, a burglar or a babysitter

It could be any character that his sexy sister's fertive imagination could conceive, but she didn't really need to try so hard to create saucy surprises for her brother.

He always loved her role plays, but Paige could make him just as happy simply by playing the part that she was born to play.
The naughty, nubile, naked girl, lying quietly in his bed, awaiting his pleasure.