Teaching My Sister-In-Law a Hard Lesson
Brooke Finally Catches Becky Lying . . .
Misbehaving Freeloading Thief and Cock Tease. No better way to explain my Sister-In-Law Becky. She comes over and asks to stay the night. A week later, she’s finally heading out to someone else’s home that still has food and random cash lying around.
Somehow after she’s gone, Brooke will look at me, shake her head and make comments like, “Jeff . . . if you need a bigger allowance . . . just say so. I don’t appreciate you taking my money and blaming it on Becky.”
Becky even pulls her shit right in front of Brooke. Yet Brooke never gets upset with her and trusts her 100%. I just don’t get it. I’ve even tried to explain to Becky after Brooke’s last weekend of eating our food and leaving messes everywhere that she was also digging through her dresser drawers. Brooke gives me the “Talk to the Hand” gesture that I thought was gone a long time ago.
Brooke just refuses to believe her sweet and innocent little Sister would ever do such a thing. Worse yet, and this is really a very insulting part. Brooke will treat me as if I’m a eunuch or something. Becky will walk just feet in front of me in all different forms of very sexy underwear and Brooke just ignores it!
I’m a man who still gets erections . . . often and Becky, although her smug looks piss me off . . . her body effects me other ways! Brooke doesn’t see how Becky is teasing the fuck out of me, but oh boy does Becky! Glancing at my most recent bulge she’s produced . . . giving me a smile . . . a wink . . . or both! Fuck!
If Brooke isn’t in the room, Becky will take some extra time to grade my “Becky Bulges” with other silent looks. A look of approval, disapproval, laughing and most recently, a new one . . . a look of disgust like I’m being some kind of pervert watching her in her underwear!
I was so damn close to losing it with that one! Actually held my hand up flat, in a spanking position . . . Which only made her give another silent laugh! Fuck Fuck Fuck! “So, whatcha want for dinner?” asks Brooke, entering the room . . . as my hand continues to move up like I needed to scratch my neck . . .
“I’m really in the mood for a Meat Lover’s Pizza from . . .” and Becky breaks in with a, “I really don’t enjoy that much meat . . . don’t you have any places near by that makes those fancier salads?” Brooke answers, “Let me check . . . I think there’s a new place only a few blocks away.”
Doesn’t enjoy that much meat? How come just yesterday she deep throated her bun less Italian sausage for over a minute before finally biting it? Even cramming two in her mouth at one time when Brooke was in the bathroom! I couldn’t get up from the table for over an hour . . . so as to not have my “Becky Bulge” unfairly judged again!
This weekend the “Becky Show” started the second she came in the door! “Hey Brooke? Is it ok I use your washer? . . . I spilt my latte’ on my outfit on the way over?” Spilt latte’? That’s cum and everyone knows it! She needs to learn how to swallow better . . . Brooke replies, “Go right ahead . . . did you want to borrow some sweats in the meantime?”
Becky smiles right at me and outright says, “That’s ok . . . I just picked up a new camisole and panty set from Frederick’s I’m sure Jeff won’t mind seeing me in.” True, but I still fumble something out acting like I wouldn’t. Brooke replies, “It’s ok to look Jeffry . . . if you like it . . . I could get a set like it in your favorite color.”
Sisters! Fucking driving me crazy now as a team! “Almost forgot . . . you two are gonna need to play cards without me this afternoon. I have some miscellaneous items I need to pickup today for a new Client tomorrow . . . hope you don’t mind?”
The biggest smile yet grows out of Becky’s normal smug, “I so got you again” look as I call back out to Brooke, “I can come with and help carry!” Brooke calls back to me, “That’s ok Honey! . . . You two can just play without me!” As Becky smiles even bigger while giving me her silent nod . . . Dammit!
I move to the front room to turn on Sports . . . any Sports . . . I don’t care . . . because I don’t watch Sports! Becky follows behind me . . . already stripped of everything except her new Frederick’s number! Fuck it’s Hot! Initially, a guy who’s not looking would take in as much as possible from the corner of his eye . . .
With Becky . . . that’s not needed. She’s right up in front of me! Tiny panties! Breasts pushing outwards! So close I could smell . . . Brooke’s perfume! She used Brooke’s perfume! Closing my eyes, I imagine Brooke! Fuck! Trying to keep my eyes open to remind me this isn’t Brooke!
“Are you mad at me Jeffry? Did you want to spank me?” Always digging in Brooke’s stuff, she totally knows we play those kinds of games . . . but this is the first time she ever brought it up or hinted at it! Leaning to my side, I just keep flipping through more Sports stuff . . .”
She bumps the remote from my hand and proceeds to bend slowly, grab it and stand back up using a move I’ve seen a stripper do! With her other hand, she strokes the remote and comments on it’s size and hardness! God Dammit! Brooke just barely left five minutes ago!
I do everything I can to just ignore her, which is fucking impossible! But because Becky isn’t getting any of my normal responses to build and tease further off of, she needs to take our game to the next level!
Finally Becky leaves me alone for a few minutes! It was only a few minutes . . . but it was long enough for me to reposition my cock that was heading in the wrong and painful direction. Becky prances back into the room and right in front of me all proud of herself!
Holding her wrists up in the fur-lined cuffs from Brooke’s dresser drawer! “Look at what I found Jeffry! I accidently tried them on and now I’m all handcuffed and helpless! I guess I’m in real big trouble now!”
I finally get to return a smug smile back at Becky . . . “Yup . . . you sure are in big trouble.” Priceless! Fuck Yeah! . . . I even snapped a quick pick of the look on her face to beat off to later!
Her playful and in charge smile gone, Becky asks, “Why? . . . Aren’t you going to unlock me?” I hesitate to answer her . . . making her wait . . . like Terry Crews about to announce the Winner of AGT . . .
Becky’s face switches to looking as pissed off as our faces look as we wait for Terry Crews to announce the Winner of AGT . . . “I can’t unlock you Becky . . . I don’t have the key. Those are Brooke’s favorite set of cuffs . . . so she always keeps the key with her when she goes out. It’s her little mental foreplay kind of a thing.”
Finally! Becky realizes she’s fucked up . . . and I share with her my true feelings. “The look on your face right now Becky . . . knowing you fucked up and are about to be caught by your Sister . . . well how bout you grade my bulge and you’ll know just how excited I am right now.”
Things just escalated when we both heard Brooke returning early! “I forgot my list . . . what the fuck is going on?” Becky crumbles quickly and replies with a nervous and failed apology! “I’m so sorry Brooke! I’m Sorry! I took these out of your dresser . . . but didn’t know they were your favorite . . . and now I’m stuck. I’m so sorry . . . can you please just unlock me and I’ll just go.”
Wait for it . . . wait for it . . . “Those aren’t mine . . . wait! Out of my dresser? What the hell were you doing in my dresser!” And Trust is broken! I quickly snap an even better pick to beat off too as Brooke points at me and lays down her law! “Delete that Jeff right now!” Quickly . . . I pretend to delete it with a, “Yes Brooke . . . right away Brooke.”
Becky is speechless at this moment . . . but Brooke sure the hell isn’t! “I fucking trusted you Becky! And this is the kind of games you’re playing behind my back! In my house!” I add, “Our house.” Stupid Jeff! Stupid! Pointing at me, she screams, “MY HOUSE!”
Brooke . . . fully revved up now! “You know what your problem is Becky? Mom and Dad never fucking spanked you! Me? All the fucking time! Hands, wooden spoons, rulers or Dad’s belt! But yoooou! Innocent little Becky . . . never did anything wrong Becky . . . FUCK! Maybe it’s time to make up for that!”
Brooke grabs Becky by her cuffs and walks her to the couch before pushing her onto it hard! If only Brooke could be wearing that same underwear right now, but in deep blue, this would be matching last weeks dream . . .
Becky is calling out, “PLEASE STOP! BROOKE! I’M SORRY!” Brooke wasn’t having it at all! “On your knees and face the back of the couch!” Becky continues to beg, “PLEASE DON’T! DON’T SPANK ME! PLEASE!”
Oh my god! That was such shitty acting! She wants this! Brooke commands me, “Jeff! Hold her wrists tight so she’s bent over the back of the couch!” I try to stop this run-a-way train I helped to start, “But Brooke . . . She . . .” and Brooke repeats, “MY HOUSE!” as a very valid potential threat . . .
I grab both of Becky’s already trapped wrists as she gives me a wink! Fuck! Slipping down behind the couch, I pull her arms downward so her breasts are pushing hard into the couch back! {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} and Becky’s smile returns!
“How does that feel Becky?” Becky replies, “Oooow! Stop! I said I was sorry!” Brooke gives Becky as many hard and fast spanks as she can until her hand is starting to hurt! All the while, Becky, who’s face and perfume is just inches from mine, has been fully expressing just how much she’s loving every single spank!
“My hand is getting sore . . . I’m going to get a wooden spoon from the kitchen.” Quickly, before she gets up, I switch to holding Becky’s cuffs with one hand while unbuckling and whipping out my belt, knocking over and breaking the lamp! I hated that lamp anyway . . .
“Here Brooke! Use this!” Brooke replies, “You’re right! I have a lot of years to catch up for!” Becky, with still such bad acting she couldn’t even do a B-Movie voice over, “No! Please! Stop! Don’t! No!” FUCK! Becky is still winning! I see Brooke folding my leather belt in half . . .
“Brooke . . . Becky has been lying to you for years . . . going into your most private of stuff . . . do you really think you should shorten the length of my belt like that?” Becky’s look was once again a thing of beauty! I could tell she’s been spanked before and has always loved it . . . but getting her ass whipped by a fully stretched out hard leather belt? That’s more pain then she wants or can handle!
I almost want to kiss her, like the winner does to their victim as a final insult. But I do not. Instead, I simply whisper to her, “Gotcha” as a very worried and scared look shines brightly! She’s finally struggling to get her wrists free, as she’s no longer acting!
“Brooke! Really! You don’t need to do this! Dad always folded his belt over! Please don’t do this!” Pulling even harder, I’m struggling to keep her in place as she twists and turns in effort to make sad eye contact with her Sister . . . in efforts to receive mercy from her . . . it’s not working!
{Whoosh!} {SMACK!} “OOOOHHH! STOP BROOKE! STOP!” Her wrists pulling and twisting hard to get free! {Whoosh!} {SMACK!} “OW! OW! THAT’S ENOUGH! PLEASE!” Brooke responds, “You never stopped Becky! Always pushing for and wanting more! So NO! It’s not enough and I’m not stopping!”
{Whoosh!} {SMACK!} Screams and Squirms {Whoosh!} {SMACK!} Squirms and Screams {Whoosh!} {SMACK!} Squirms and Gasps {Whoosh!} {SMACK!} Heavy breathing and Squirms! {Whoosh!} {SMACK!} Squirms and an Orgasm! FUCK NO!
Brooke blindly continues to punish Becky for her years of bullshit! With trust broken, every bad memory is becoming another hard sting of my leather belt against Becky’s begging for it ass! “And this is for the time you made Mom and Dad change Pixie’s name to Rover!” {Whoosh!} {SMACK!}
Becky pulls hard on her wrists as I’m just inches from her “O” face! Kisses me on the lips and whispers, “Gotcha”
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