Spank Me Big Brother

Spank Me, Big Brother by Bree Jandora Copyright 2011 Bree Jandora www.breejandora.com

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“Please come over here and spank me,” Dawn said, holding her breath as she clutched the phone to her ear. “Aw, shit.” Jordan sighed. “What’d you do now?” “I’m afraid to say.” “You might as well tell me. It might get me over there a little faster.” Dawn hesitated. She knew she’d really gotten herself in trouble this time. And to make matters worse, her stepbrother had always been rather overprotective. She wasn’t sure how he’d react to the news of her hooking up with a married man she’d met at a bar. She came to regret the decision quickly, but at the time they were both drunk and vulnerable. Dawn went out with her friends to ‘celebrate’ the fact that she had just been placed on academic probation. Yes! That’s the answer. She could just tell him about the probation, even though it wasn’t why she craved a spanking. He didn’t need to know the real reason, did he? All that mattered now was the fact that she felt guilty about something and a spanking would make her feel better. End of story. She took a deep, dramatic breath before speaking. “Well, I sorta got in trouble at school.” “How much trouble?” “I just need to study more.” “I said, how much trouble, Dawn?” Jordan had the phone in one hand as he knelt down at the shoe rack just inside his front door. He didn’t need much prompting to pay his stepsister a visit for some much-needed discipline, but his patience for this phone call had quickly grown thin. Dawn winced upon hearing his frustrated tone. “I’m on academic probation.” “Shit!” His mouth dropped open. “Does Mom know?” “No, and she doesn’t need to. I’m still enrolled. I have another semester to bring my grades up.”

“I’m so disappointed in you.” “I know.” “Alright. I’m on my way.” Jordan hung up the phone and slipped his foot inside his other boot. He took a minute to study himself in the mirror, making sure he looked good for Dawn. The new guy at the barber shop had gotten his short cut just right. It wasn’t hard to do but sometimes they missed a few spots around the back of his neck. Thankfully, he had just shaved about two weeks worth of a beard and mustache. Dawn always said she preferred him to look a little more clean cut. He smiled and put on his leather jacket before rushing out the door to his motorcycle. Dawn sprawled out on her couch, enjoying a few minutes of solitude before Jordan came roaring up on his bike. Even though she desperately craved a good spanking, after a few of her stepbrother’s slaps, she usually wondered why she was crazy enough to ask for it. She’d surely feel a million times better once it was over, but she needed a little time now to mentally prepare for what was about to take place. The clock said 1:08 PM. Her roommate, Karin, wouldn’t be home until later that evening. It would thankfully give Dawn enough time to recover in private. Aside from her stepmother, April, nobody knew Jordan spanked her. It started after Dawn’s father died when she was fifteen. April adopted her when she married Charles two years earlier, and she considered Dawn to be the daughter she always wanted. But, according to Jordan, April was too lenient with his stepsister. She got away with things that would have gotten him in trouble many times over. It took some effort, but Jordan finally convinced his mother that Dawn needed some oldfashioned corporal punishment one night after she came home after curfew with a bad attitude and a string of profanity coming out of her mouth. To his surprise, April asked Jordan to dole out the punishment. She said she felt a little weird about asking him but she just didn’t have the heart to do it herself. Jordan happily accepted the task. He was eighteen at the time. A senior in high school while Dawn was a freshman. And did she ever blush when he saw her at school the next day! In the lunch room with her friends it took effort to hide how much it hurt to sit on that hard plastic seat. Jordan made sure to walk past that table, smiling innocently, saying hi to her friends. In his mind he could still see the angry look she shot him as he strolled by. Three years later, Jordan was still giving Dawn the occasional spanking. And, to his shock, she began to ask him for it instead of accepting it as punishment that April decided she needed. Today would be the third time in the span of seven months that his stepsister made this request. And it would be the fifth time he’d do it without his mother’s supervision. Neither he nor Dawn bothered to tell April about the times Dawn had requested it herself. It was unspoken, but they both knew April would likely think it was strange and they didn’t wish to explain themselves. Dawn was grateful to have a trusty man in her life to give her the punishment she required. None of her boyfriends understood this need, and any time she casually brought it up to one of her girlfriends they laughed and treated her like she was odd. But Jordan asked no questions. It started when she confessed to him her guilt over lying to get a part-time job--a job that should have gone to one of her friends. She eagerly accepted his offer of a spanking and openly cried her way through it.

Jordan was shocked the next time it happened. Dawn called him one day while he was at work and tearfully asked him to administer a punishment that evening. She was delighted when he didn’t balk. He simply came to her house, asked why she needed that spanking, and then went to work tanning her bottom. Approximately twenty minutes after she called him this third time, Jordan was knocking on the door of his little stepsister’s small, rented house, trying hard to suppress a smile. Dawn groaned as she trudged her way to the door to answer. Taking a deep, anxious breath, she put her hand on the cold knob and turned it. “Hey,” she said. “Hey.” Jordan sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to contain his grin. He stomped past Dawn as he slid out of his leather jacket. She froze, staring at her stepbrother. Had he been working out? His biceps were a bit more defined than she remembered. And was that a new tattoo? “What?” He asked, raising his eyebrows as he hung up his jacket and started to unlace his boots. “Something wrong? It’s too late to get out of it now. Academic probation. I can’t believe you.” Dawn swallowed. “I was just... uh... looking at your tattoo.” She stepped forward and put her hand on his forearm. “Is this new?” Jordan looked down at the Chinese symbols on his forearm. “I’ve had it for a few months. You never noticed?” “No. And have you been working out or something?” Dawn’s eyes moved up and down his body. Fuck, he was even hotter than usual. She always thought he was cute, but there something different about him today. He wore a tight black T-shirt with the words ‘Parental Advisory’ on the front. The short sleeves were tight against his arms. “Yeah, I’ve been going to the gym with some guys from work. And I lift a lot of heavy stuff all day long.” Jordan was glad she noticed. Yes, he recently had to buy some new shirts because his new, muscular body had outgrown his old shirts. And even if he hadn’t started working out, his job as a diesel mechanic often required him to do a lot of heavy lifting throughout the day. “What are these?” Dawn’s eyes widened as she pointed to a few marks on his forearm. “I get burnt sometimes at work. The guys all have those scars from being burnt by those engines.” He stopped to clear his throat. “But I think you’re procrastinating. I need to make sure you get a proper spanking today. So Mom really doesn’t know about you flunking out?” “I told you. I didn’t flunk out.” She rolled her eyes. “I can make up for it next semester.” “Uh-huh." He reached down to his large silver belt buckle. “Should I use this on you today?” She shook her head, rapidly. “No. No, no, no.” “I’m not sure. I think maybe this calls for a whipping. With my belt.”

“No, we’ll save that for when I’ve done something really bad.” “This is really bad.” He frowned. “Your dad’s life insurance policy paid for your education. Mom’s gonna be so upset with you.” “I told you, she doesn’t have to know. All that matters is that I’ll get punished. I can keep Mom from finding out. I think.” Jordan sighed. “Okay, whatever. But if you flunk out completely I’m gonna use this.” She looked down at the floor in shame. At least he didn’t know about the married guy she brought back to her house the night before. “Enough talking.” Jordan grabbed his sister’s arm, just above her elbow, and started toward her bedroom. She gulped, already wondering what the hell she was thinking when she called to ask for this. If he was talking about using a belt, then he must really want to punish her. She felt a few tears well up in her eyes as they walked into her bedroom. When he let go of her, she turned around to face him. “So, you have the house to yourself?” he asked. “For how long?” “She’ll be back around seven.” “Good. Plenty of time.” He gave her a wink and took her arm again. “I think you need to stand in the corner for a little while.” “What?” “Yep. I’m gonna make sure you remember this.” He led her to the corner of her room, moved a small plastic garbage can out of the way, then guided her into place. “Pull down your pants and stick your nose in that corner.” Dawn knew the routine. This was how she was punished when she was younger but Jordan hadn’t made her stand in the corner for a long time. April explained that it was intended to cause humiliation, and it always did. Especially because she had to stand in her panties in front of her Jordan. She obeyed his order, unzipping her khaki pants and pushing them to the floor to step out of them. Then she stood as straight as possible, trying to touch the corner with her nose as requested. Jordan took a few steps back. His cock twitched a little at the sight of his pretty little stepsister in front of him. He loved her hot little body, and the way her tight, perky ass looked in those satiny blue panties. Her thick, dark hair hung in long waves down her back. The red T-shirt she wore was too short to cover anything past her waist. Mindlessly licking his lips, he tried not to imagine how it might feel to pull those panties down and give her a nice, slow fucking after a nice, hard spanking. Aw, fuck. He was imagining it, and he was already past the point of no return. “I’ll be right back. You stay there and think about what you did.” Jordan left the room and headed straight for the bathroom to jack off before laying a hand on his sexy little sister’s ass.

Dawn listened closely to make sure he’d actually left the room, then she reached down to the crotch of her panties to see if they were soaked through. She hoped she could hide the fact that he’d made her so horny. It always turned her on when Jordan spanked her but until recently, April was around to supervise the punishment. This was the third time they would meet alone for one of her spankings, and it was the first time she’d gotten this wet, but she couldn’t control it. Her crush on Jordan started the first time she met him. The way he looked today made it much worse. He looked like such a bad boy, like he was in a biker gang or something. And he had a new tattoo, making a total of three that were visible when he wore short sleeves. The tattoos, combined with his muscles and scars, gave him a sexy, rebellious quality. She felt her hard little clit poking through her panties as she ran her fingers over the drenched fabric between her legs. Was she insane for requesting a spanking? She sure felt like it but she rarely questioned it most of the time. She liked to be spanked. It was her thing. And, according to her frequent Internet searches, she knew she was only one of thousands who enjoyed such punishment. She just didn’t happen to know any of those thousands, personally. Getting spanked was one thing. But getting spanked by her super sexy stepbrother? Hell yeah. She’d hit the jackpot. Does she know what I’m doing in here? Jordan thought as he cracked open the bottle of baby oil he found in his sister’s bathroom. Dawn... Dawn, Dawn, Dawn.... He closed his eyes, picturing her tight little ass, imagining himself ripping those panties off. His grip around his cock tightened as he moved his hand smoothly up and down. Fuck, he loved everything about spanking her. The way it sounded when his hand collided with her soft flesh. The way that flesh got redder and redder as he went. God help him, he even loved the way she sounded when she cried, telling him to stop, that she’d changed her mind and it hurt too much. But the best part was afterward when he’d hold her and she’d confess to him, between sobs and sniffles, that she was glad he didn’t stop. She needed that punishment. Fuck yeah, she needed that punishment. Jordan’s hand pumped faster and faster until he had to grit his teeth to keep himself from yelling her name in the bathroom. He took a few deep breaths before washing up. Even though he felt a little guilty about sneaking away to the bathroom for a good wank, past experience had taught him it was better to get off before spanking her than to try to hide his erection when she was draped over his lap. He didn’t think he’d have to do it this time but the sight of her standing in the corner in her panties was too much to bear. Dawn sucked in a breath and pulled her hand away from her panties when she heard the bathroom door open. Should I take them off now? I don’t want him to see how wet they are. She knew he’d see her wetness anyway once the panties came off, but a big wet spot while she was still wearing them drew a lot more attention. She was in the middle of pushing them to her ankles when Jordan walked in the room. “Hey!” He was unable to peel his eyes away from her amazing body. And he was thankful she faced the opposite direction and couldn’t see him staring directly at her ass. He was even more thankful for what he had just done in the bathroom, otherwise his dick would have sprung to life immediately. “What are you doing? I didn’t say you were allowed to take those off yet.” Pulling

her panties off himself after giving her bottom a little warm-up was one of his favorite things about spanking her. Shit! “I’m sorry.” Ever-so-slowly, she pulled her panties back up. Oh well, she thought. It shouldn’t come as a surprise. Her pussy got wet every time he spanked her and he never mentioned it. There were certain lines they just didn’t cross as stepbrother and stepsister. Lines that all of her girlfriends told her she was crazy not to jump across with a running start and a jubilant leap. But it wasn’t up to her. Jordan told her years earlier, before their parents’ wedding, that he wasn’t going to be that kind of stepbrother. He knew guys who fucked their stepsisters all the time but he just couldn’t do that to his mom. Or to Dawn. So, Dawn chose to ignore the hard cock that poked her hip on occasion during a spanking. There were other times she had to ignore it over the years, too, especially in the months right after they began living under the same roof. The poor boy was prone to spontaneous erections when she was around, or so it seemed. But she never made him feel stupid for them. And he always showed her the same kindness by never mentioning the arousal he had probably seen dripping between her thighs. But seeing her sopping wet panties? That was different. That meant he’d know she was wet with anticipation. And, honestly, it just looked tacky. She could already feel the heat of embarrassment rushing to her face. Jordan grabbed the back of the sturdy old wooden chair, pulling it away from the wall to have a seat. “Okay, sis.” He smiled, taking one last, long, uninterrupted look at her sweet body as she dutifully stood in the corner. “Time for your punishment.” She gulped and shut her eyes, tight. “Okay.” She stayed still for a bit longer. Maybe she could think of a way to get him to leave the room so she could change her underwear? He let his eyes linger for a few more seconds before repeating himself. “Dawn?” He shook his head. “Come on. You can’t get out of it. I’ll take off my belt if you keep waiting. That’s what you really deserve, anyway.” “Damn it,” she muttered under her breath before turning around. Her mind drew a complete blank, but she was still trying to think of a way to change those panties as she walked to the chair to stand in front of him. Jordan looked up at her with a stern glare. “Tell me again why you need this spanking.” She sighed, knowing she was about to lie. “Because I’m on academic probation.” “And if you don’t bring those grades up, I’m gonna give you the belt.” He looked in her bright blue eyes. “You hear me?” She nodded. “Alright then.” He straightened his back against the chair. “Over my lap.” Dawn winced. There was no way out of it. She bent at the waist and hurled herself quickly across her stepbrother’s thighs, hoping for the best. Jordan put one arm around her waist and held her tight on his lap. “You really messed up this time, little sister. This is gonna be your worst spanking yet.” He patted her backside sharply as a

taste of what was coming. “Even if you hadn’t asked for it I’d---” He stopped to do a double take to make sure he saw what he thought he saw. At first he thought maybe she’d peed her panties, but no, definitely not. There was no mistaking that luscious scent. For a few seconds he closed his eyes, imagining her forbidden paradise. What if he just fucking ripped those panties off and rammed his cock inside her before he started tanning her ass? Yeah, he’d wanted to pound that pussy for years but this was his sister. It was wrong. He thought about his mom and how much it would upset her. Besides, Dawn had no other family and she needed him to be her brother, not some guy who just wanted to get inside her panties. Am I already getting hard again? Jordan wondered. It wasn’t like him to get another erection so soon. Dawn wished her brother would just hurry up. “What are you doing?” she asked, but she already knew. His hand lingered right there, on top of that big, embarrassing wet spot. She inhaled deeply. “Could you please just get on with it?” Her begging only made him more horny. Damn it! He cupped his hand and gave her a loud slap. She screamed. Jordan swatted her again. “I’ll decide when we start.” And that’s when the answer came to him just get on with it, like she asked. Not because she asked, but because she shouldn’t be turned on. She did a bad thing, getting placed on academic probation when one of the reasons her dad even paid for that enormous insurance policy was so his daughter would be well cared for if he passed away. No, spoiled little Dawn deserved this spanking and he’d make sure she didn’t enjoy one second of it. He drew his hand high up in the air and gave her the hardest slap yet. Dawn gasped and started to cry. Jordan shook his head, summoning his anger - trying to will away his true, lustful urges. He slapped her hard, undeterred by the little yelp she produced. “And, I repeat, it’s gonna be even worse if you flunk out and I have to use my belt on you.” Thank God he doesn’t know the real reason for this spanking, Dawn thought. She gritted her teeth and steadied herself with her palms against the carpet. Jordan started at the back of her thighs, applying sharp, loud smacks in random order. He usually took time to build up slowly, but not now. She needed to get the message loud and clear that her behavior would not be tolerated. Screaming and sobbing, she regretted her decision to ask him for this. It hurt. He kept his word. It truly was the worst spanking of her life. After making sure her thighs were a sufficient shade of crimson, he ignored the wet spot in her panties and yanked them down, pushing them all the way to her ankles. If she thought that was bad... He brought his cupped hand against her bottom over and over until the whole area that was protected by her panties was just as red as her thighs.

She kicked and screamed, but he kept going. He wouldn’t let his hard cock or the delicious scent of her pussy stop him. She got exactly what she deserved. When Jordan finished, he wiped his brow and took a deep breath, admiring the work of his hand. She has a few bruises, but she’ll survive. He ignored his throbbing erection and wasn’t concerned about her seeing it when she stood up. He figured she was crying too hard to pay it any attention. He didn’t even care if she felt it poking against her. It’s not like she’d never felt it before. He helped his stepsister stand to her feet and guided her gently toward her bed. At first he sat down, intending to pull her onto his lap, but this was one of those rare occasions when her tender bottom was in too much pain for that. He didn’t object when she crawled on top of the bed on her stomach. He just cozied up next to her and held her as she cried. Fifteen minutes passed before Dawn could speak again. She wiped her face against her pillow and whispered, “Thank you,” to her stepbrother. He had no idea how much she meant those words. Her guilt had been washed away in those tears. Before he left, Jordan gave her a kiss on the forehead and told her he loved her. He had to stop in her bathroom for a few minutes to take care of himself again before leaving. When he got home he had his own guilt to deal with. He loved her and wanted to protect her, but all he could think about was how much he loved to spank her.

~

The next day Jordan and Dawn went to April’s house for their usual Sunday dinner. April invited a co-worker, Shelly, to join them. The kids were both happy to have someone to distract April from their quiet comments and shared looks regarding the spanking. When dinner was over and the dishes washed and put away, Shelly and April sat in the living room, laughing and talking their way through a basic cable movie. They barely noticed when Jordan followed Dawn down to the patio. “What’s wrong?” he asked, leaning back against the wooden porch railing. “Nothing.” Dawn stared absently down at her phone. He knew her better than that. “No, there’s something going on. You keep staring at your phone with a worried look on your face.” Shit. Why does he always have to notice everything? Dawn groaned. The day after her spanking, she made the mistake of hooking up again with Trent, the married guy from the bar. She couldn’t figure out what made her do it again. He tracked down her cell phone number through one of her

friends at the bar and talked her into meeting at a fancy hotel that evening. Maybe she was drawn by the thrill of messing around with a rich, married guy she couldn’t have. Deep down, though, she knew her true motivation: the man she really wanted, who she’d wanted all these years, was the same man she called ‘brother.' Jordan sat down next to her at the patio table. “Are you upset about the spanking? Because you deserved every bit of it.” “No.” She sighed. “I know I deserved it. I’m not mad at you.” She paused to chuckle. “Even though I still have a few bruises.” He was pleased with himself, but also alarmed at his dick’s sudden reaction. He took a deep breath in an effort to clear his thoughts. “Guess I did a pretty good job, then.” “Oh yeah. For sure.” Should I tell him I need another spanking? she asked herself. Surely he’d think she was crazy. But her guilt was overwhelming. So was her desire to have her gorgeous brother wail on her naked ass again. He looked better than ever today. It was unseasonably warm, and he wore a tight gray T-shirt, proudly displaying that muscular, tattooed body. His dark blond hair was cut short, giving him a sexy, rugged look that straddled the line between bad boy and responsible big brother. Trent asked why her ass was covered in bruises and she proudly told him, to his horror, that her stepbrother spanked her. “It did seem a little awkward this time, don’t you think?” Jordan asked. “What?” It took her a moment, but it all came flooding back. The pain of the spanking and her subsequent meeting with Trent made her forget all about those humiliating wet panties. She shrunk down in her chair. “Yeah, I guess so--” And just then, her phone received a text message. Trent. She read it and quickly started to push buttons, trying to turn her phone off. “Wait.” Jordan took it out of her hands. “I can tell you’re up to something.” “Hey, that’s personal!” Dawn lunged for the phone but Jordan was already out of his chair, walking to the other side of the deck. She followed him, almost slipping when her socked feet slipped on a damp spot on the wooden floor. “Who’s Trent?” Jordan asked. “And why’s he sending you so many messages?” She scrambled to regain her balance and ran at Jordan, pawing unsuccessfully at his hands to regain possession of her phone. He raised it higher, out of her reach, as he tried to read the messages. Finally, Dawn took one good swing at the crook of his elbow. It was just enough to catch him off guard, letting the phone slip out of his hands and fly over the railing into the backyard.

She sucked in a breath, her pulse racing as she ran across the deck to the narrow stairs that led down to the grass. When Jordan saw her running for the phone, he put his hands on the railing to brace himself, then jumped over the railing into the yard, landing on his knees. He ignored the pain that accompanied his landing and stood up, scanning the grass for the phone, more determined than before to find out why the hell she was so intent on preventing him from seeing those messages. Dawn spotted the little flash of silver in a patch of grass that was a little overgrown and ran as fast as her socked feet would allow. Jordan ran toward her. He reached her as soon as she picked up the phone. Breathing heavily, Jordan put his hand on her shoulder. “Okay Dawn... we can do this the easy way... or.... the hard way....” She was panting as hard as he was. “It’s none... of.... your business...” They both stood there, red-faced, hearts beating rapidly, trying to catch their breath. When she was calm again, she started back toward the deck. “Leave me alone. It’s private.” “No, it’s not private.” He took a few steps and stood in front of her, stopping her with a palm against each of her shoulders. “Why haven’t I heard about this Trent guy? What’s the big deal?” Dawn shook her head, ducking past him to walk faster through the yard. “Shut up and leave me alone.” Jordan caught up with her just as she put her foot on the first step to walk back up to the deck. He drew his hand back and gave her bottom a particularly sharp swat. “Ouch!” She stopped on the steps, rubbing her butt through her sweat pants. “That was uncalled for.” She looked up at the back door to make sure April wasn’t there. “I’m still bruised from the other day.” “Whatever.” He huffed. “If you don’t tell me what’s going on with you and this Trent guy, I’m gonna take you back there,” he pointed behind him to the small storage shed at the far end of his mother’s backyard, “and give you what I gave you the other day.” She laughed. “No you won’t. Not with April here.” But I wish you would... “Well then, I’ll just go get her permission and she and her friend’ll both come back here and watch.” “Shit.” She pursed her lips. “You’re an asshole sometimes.” He took a deep breath as he realized he was probably being a bit too rough on her. “Sweetie, I’m not trying to be mean. I’m just worried. Something’s not right and I need to make sure you’re okay.” “Oh really?” Dawn was angry, and not because of his harsh treatment. Looking in those intense brown eyes of his only confirmed her biggest fear--after all those years she spent burying her

feelings, they were now on the surface, too strong to ignore. “You need to make sure I’m okay? You know, we’re not really even related. I find it hard to believe you care so much about me.” “What?” He stared back at her, hurt. “How could you even say that to me? You know I think of you as my sister--” “Yeah, I know.” Tears came to her eyes. “But maybe I don’t always feel like being your sister.” Jordan watched her wipe tears from her cheeks, unsure how to respond. Was she upset about the spanking? “What are you talking about?" She waited for a moment until she could speak without crying. “If your mom hadn’t married my dad, do you think we might have a different kind of relationship?” “Oh,” Jordan said. I can be so fucking clueless sometimes. He gulped as he looked at his stepsister standing above him on the wooden stairs. His sexy, spankable, precious little stepsister. A girl he’d considered off-limits for years, who’d given him reasons for what seemed like a million jack-off sessions. Sure, his life may have been easier all this time if he’d just given in and fucked her brains out on a regular basis, but he didn’t. He wasn’t going to be like Tommy Swizer, one of his best friends who constantly bragged in high school that his stepsister’s pussy was his for the taking. Dawn deserved better than that, and no matter how much he struggled with those Dawn-induced erections over the years. He was determined to do right by her. She tapped her foot. “Well? You gonna say anything or not?” She shook her head as tears filled her eyes once more. “I think I’ll just go say goodbye to April.” She turned around and walked up the rest of the stairs. “Wait.” Jordan followed her. “I still need to make sure you’re okay. Let me see your phone.” She stopped before opening the door. Fuming, she turned around. “This?” She held the phone at his eye level. “This happened out of frustration because I can’t have who I really want.” Giving him no time to respond, she turned to the door and walked inside. Jordan watched her go through the door. He would have followed her if he had any idea what he was feeling.

~

Two days later, Jordan knocked hopefully on his sister’s front door, freshly showered after a long day at work. She had avoided his calls since Sunday.

Dawn looked through the peephole, unsure about letting Jordan inside. She wasn’t seeing Trent anymore but Jordan would surely ask about him. And damn, he looked good standing there in that leather jacket. Even through the tiny hole in the door, his chiseled good looks were striking. Why did the sexiest guy she’d ever laid eyes on just happen to also be her forthright stepbrother? Mmm... maybe a spanking wouldn’t be so bad. She couldn’t decide. It usually took her a few weeks to forget about the pain of her last spanking before she was ready for another one. With a deep breath and a heavy heart, she opened the door. They stared at each other. Neither of them said hello. Jordan arched his eyebrows and gave Dawn a half-smile. She stood at the door wearing her blue sweatpants and tight white T-shirt, trying to maintain her current level of stubbornness. Their stand-off lasted about ten seconds before Jordan pushed his way inside. ”Where’s your roommate?” he asked, wondering how freely they could talk. ”Gone ‘til late tonight. What are you doing here?” “Needed to make sure you’re okay. You had me really worried on Sunday.” “Everything’s fine.” She rolled her eyes. “You know, I’m not a baby. I’m an adult now.” He chuckled. “An adult? Is that why you let me spank you like a little girl?” Her jaw dropped. “A little girl? I asked for those spankings." She stood up tall, trying to show her defiance. “Like a woman.” Again, he chuckled. “A woman, huh?” He stopped chuckling and stared into her eyes, trying not to let his eyes fall down to her body. Yes, she was indeed all woman, and he’d definitely noticed. He felt his cock tighten against his zipper. “Uh-huh. I’m eighteen. That qualifies.” “Yeah, I suppose so.” “Is that the only reason you came over, big brother?” She smirked, making her tone as sarcastic as possible. “You just wanted to make sure I’m okay?” Jordan inhaled sharply and rubbed his eyebrows, afraid to answer her question. “What?” She straightened her back, jutting her pert breasts forward to get his attention. “Or maybe it has something to do with that question I asked right before I left on Sunday?” He shrugged. Honestly, he didn’t know exactly what brought him over here today. Part of him just wanted to see her, but his mind was reeling from that question - ‘If your mom hadn’t married my dad, do you think we might have a different kind of relationship?’ The words were now etched into his memory. Dawn always turned him on. There was no question about that. What kind of heterosexual guy wouldn’t be turned on by the curvy little brunette temptress standing in

front of him? It took all the strength he had not to stare at those tits. He always told himself his body’s response to her was just a common physical attraction. Pure animal lust and nothing more. And now, since Sunday, he wondered if he’d been lying to himself. “So, what is it?” she asked. “Why won’t you tell me?” He gulped. “I don’t know what kind of answer you want from me.” “The truth. That’s all I want. If I wasn’t your stepsister, how would you feel about me?” “Now, that’s a slightly different question.” He grinned. “Yeah.” She nodded. “But only slightly.” “Aw, shit, Dawn.” He looked up at the ceiling, shaking his head. “It’s not that simple. The fact is, you are my stepsister and it would kill Mom if something happened between us. She thinks of you as her daughter.” “But how do you think of me?” She took another step forward, gazing up at him. “As your sister?” His eyes met hers. “Yes.” “Oh yeah?” She took one last step and leaned slightly forward, pressing her chest into his. “Do most brothers’ dicks get hard for their sister?” Jordan’s heart raced. The breasts he’d fantasized about for years were right there, her hard nipples digging into his shirt. But he was too shocked at her question to push her away. “Maybe I shouldn’t spank you anymore. I couldn’t believe how wet you were on Saturday. This arrangement was never healthy for us.” “Healthy?” She snickered. “You wanna know what’s not healthy?” He couldn’t control it. The close proximity of her face combined with her body pressing against his made his dick stand at attention. He was embarrassed, but he still couldn’t move. Dawn smiled as the evidence of his physical attraction poked her in the stomach. “This isn’t healthy, Jordan.” She reached down and let her fingers graze his jeans, outlining the head of his cock. “All this sexual frustration. You might as well give in to it.” He pressed his lips together as he fought with himself. It was the same fight he’d had with himself for days. Or, hell, maybe years. He let her touch him for a few seconds before pushing her hand away from his crotch. “No, Dawn. I can’t just give in. Do you not care about Mom at all? And it’d probably wreck the relationship you and I have. That means you might not have a brother anymore. Do you realize that?” Her eyes filled with tears. “I’ve never really had a brother.” “Why do you keep saying that? Do you know how much that hurts me? I made a decision a long time ago to be the best brother I could be to you.” “Well, nobody ever asked how I felt about that.” She sniffled. “It’s just not fair.”

Jordan pulled her into an embrace, stepping back and leaning forward, trying to hug her without poking her in the stomach. He cradled the back of her head against his chest. “I know, sweetheart. Life’s not always fair.” She stayed there, reveling in the scent of his musky cologne and the way his chest cradled her cheek. He always knew how to comfort her. He knew exactly what she needed, whether it was a hug, a compliment... a good, hard spanking... That’s when her anger arose. It was an anger directed at no one in particular, but at the situation life had given her. The perfect guy--the sexiest, most caring guy in the world who didn’t hesitate to give her the spankings she desperately needed--stood right there with his arms wrapped around her, tight. And she couldn’t have him. Dawn put her hands against his chest and pushed him away. “I can’t take this anymore.” “Can’t take what?” He grabbed her wrists as she backed away. She shook away from his grasp and turned away, wiping her face with her hands. “The torture. That’s what it is. It’s torture.” Jordan reached forward, trying to turn her around to look at him. “Dawn--” “Stop!” She turned around. “Do you know what it’s like to know the perfect guy but you can’t have him?” She sobbed, struggling to speak. “Not only do I know him but he’s right here. In front of me. In my living room.” He closed his eyes. It was hard to see her like this. And it was even worse to wonder if maybe she was right. Dawn continued. “You wanna know something? That guy, Trent, who kept sending me messages?” Jordan’s eyes sprung open. “What about him?” “He’s married.” “Okay--” “And I fucked him.” “What?” He stared at his crying sister. “Why?” “The first time I was just weak, drunk. Lonely.” She inhaled deeply, wiping away her nowdiminishing tears. Her sadness was slowly replaced with an intense anger. “But the second time it was because I needed a substitute for you.” “Shit, Dawn. Can’t you just be happy that we’re friends? And that we have a relationship that won’t break up? Isn’t that better than having a boyfriend?” “I don’t know.” She chuckled sarcastically. “Is that what you say to convince yourself it’s okay to spank your stepsister while you have a raging boner?”

Jordan sucked his lips in between his teeth, suppressing a swell of anger infused with pent-up sexual desire that suddenly threatened to manifest. She smiled, satisfied with his reaction. She could see his blood boil in his penetrating stare, like everything he’d ever felt for her could no longer lie dormant in the deep recesses of his thoughts. She knew she was getting to him, but she wanted him too much to care about the consequences. “Yeah, big brother,” she said, “I think you’ve been lying to yourself for years. I can see it in your eyes and,” she gestured momentarily at his crotch, “I can see it right there between your legs. You wanna fuck me and you wish it was your dick sliding in and out of me instead of his--” “That’s it. That’s all I’m gonna take from you.” Jordan bent down and put his hands behind her knees, lifting her over his shoulder. Dawn shrieked as she looked down at the floor, bent at the waist over her brother’s strong, sturdy shoulder. He was taking her down the hall to her bedroom, but what the hell was he going to do with her? Her pussy was soaked in anticipation. The second spanking in less than a week? That deep, hard fucking she wanted only from him? She couldn’t possibly hope for both, could she? Jordan entered the bedroom, gritting his teeth as he lifted her from his shoulder. He didn’t give in to his first instinct - to throw her down on the bed and rip her clothes off. No, he stood her up on the floor carefully, then turned around to slip his jacket off and sling it across the wooden chest at the foot of her bed. Should he take off his belt? Should he spread her legs open and fuck her senseless? Or should he give her another spanking and turn that beautiful little ass red? I will not give in to my dick, he thought. He turned to face his stepsister, fully aware that his arousal was on full display. Without a word he put his hands around her waist, his fingers inside the fabric, and yanked her sweatpants and panties down in one swoop. Dawn gasped, staring at her brother as she stood there wearing only a T-shirt with her pants and panties at her feet. “Are you finally gonna use that thing on me?” She gestured to his cock, which now strained against his tight jeans. “No. And you’re equally lucky I’m not gonna use this thing on you.” He gave his belt buckle an angry tap. Then he reached behind her, using his muscular, tattooed arm to scoop her toward the bed. She stepped out of her pants and panties as she fumbled along. The next thing she knew, Jordan sat down on the bed, hoisting her across his lap. He didn’t care that she could feel his dick jammed against her thigh. The only thing going through his mind was that he wanted to turn that little ass of hers a crimson red. He took a moment to look down at her pasty white skin. There were no bruises left from last week’s spanking. Not that it mattered. She was gonna get it really good today. If he couldn’t fuck her, he’d at least get to do this. He raised his arm high and used a little more strength than usual to bring his hand against her bottom with a loud whack. Instead of screaming in pain, her usual response to his punishment, she screamed in excitement. It was harder than his spankings of the past. But this time, it felt sexual. She felt her pussy get wetter and wetter the harder he spanked her. The pain she usually felt from his hand peppering

her ass with forceful, stinging smacks now turned her on. That pain was pleasure this time, and she was determined not to hide it. “Yes! Jordan!” she screamed, bucking her mound against the top of his thigh. He shifted her around, tightening his grip around her waist. “You’re not supposed to enjoy this.” Smack! “Neither are you!” She smiled as he gave her three stinging swats in a row, ending with another squeal of pleasure from the back of her throat. “Damn it, Dawn.” What’s happening to me? Jordan thought as he slapped her ass again. He couldn’t control his erection or the strength of his hand. And he didn’t want to. “What’s wrong, brother?” Her yell ended in a loud moan, her entire body heaving along with the force of the spanking. “You embarrassed about that hard cock I keep feeling?” Jordan gritted his teeth, ignoring her question, bringing his hand down on her backside. “I can’t believe you fucked some married guy!” “Uh!” She moaned with pleasure “Why? You jealous?” “Shut up!” He stung her five times in a row on the back of her right thigh. “You’re out of control, little sister.” Smack! “Failing school.” Smack! “Hiding shit from me.” Smack! “Fucking some guy.” Smack! Dawn grabbed the comforter with both fists and tried her best to turn around to face him, screaming. “I only fucked him because I couldn’t have you!” Jordan spanked her harder. “Shut up!” “No. I won’t shut up.” She had to take a deep breath to be able to speak. “It’s true. That wet pussy you see? It only wants you.” Jordan smacked her butt again. “Don’t say that to me.” “It’s true, brother dear. Fuck me.” Smack! “Shit, Dawn. Don’t do that.” Smack! “No.” She inhaled deeply to get enough breath to scream. “Fuck me!” He pressed his lips together, getting angrier by the second. Spanking her even harder. “Fuck me!” she screamed again. “No. I’m your brother. Quit begging me to fuck you.” Smack! “You’re not my brother!” Tears came to Jordan’s eyes. “That did it, Dawn.” He let go of her waist and pushed her up to her feet.

“What are you doing?” Suddenly, her entire body felt flushed and she started to cry, like the pain from the spanking and his rejection had waited until just then to take root. Jordan stood beside her. “I’m gonna give you what I should’ve given you on Saturday.” He reached down to unfasten his belt buckle. Her mouth hung open and she stood there, looking up at him through a blur of tears. “You’re really gonna use that on me?” “Yes.” He quickly pulled off his belt and doubled it up in his hands. “And I promise, it’s gonna hurt.” He stood beside her with his hand on her shoulder, staring down at her watery blue eyes, too angry to feel any sympathy. He drew the belt up in the air and brought it hard against the back of her thighs. “Ow!” Dawn gritted her teeth, looking in her brother’s eyes as she wiped her tears away. “That’s one.” He smirked. “Here’s two.” Again, he slapped the leather belt against her bare skin, a little higher now, where her thighs met her ass. “Shit!” She cried, never breaking eye contact with her stepbrother. “Three.” Jordan whipped her with the belt harder this time, making her lurch forward. Dawn yelped, glaring at her brother as she wiped tears from her face. “Why are you doing this?” She sniffled. “Why do you want to hurt me so bad?” “You deserve this, Dawn.” He brought the belt against the fullest part of her ass, making her yelp again. “And you know it.” She nodded as tears streamed down her face. “Yeah. I know. But that’s not why you’re whipping me. You,” she paused for another breath, “just wanna hurt me. I can tell.” Jordan swung the belt against her skin, which was now covered in welts. “No, you need this.” “No, brother.” She breathed slowly, barely able to continue speaking through her tears. “What I need is for you to put that big cock to use.” She stared down at his crotch. “You know, the thing that’s about to explode inside your pants?” “Damn it, girl. You don’t know what you’re doing to me." She used the back of her hand against her tears. “I can’t help it. I’m soaking wet for you. Fuck me. Just fuck me." He held the belt in mid-air, gritting his teeth. “I told you before. Stop begging me to fuck you.” “I can’t, Jordan. The ache in my pussy hurts more than the whipping." Her voice was breathless. “I need you so bad.” “Shut your fucking mouth! I’m trying to be a good guy here. Can’t you see that?” He glared at her, his face now red. “I just want what’s best for you and you don’t make it easy."

“Maybe what’s best for me is you. And not as a brother, Jordan.” She shook her head as she blinked against tears, unsure if she was angry or sad. “You know what I want. Just fuck me.” He rolled his eyes and swung the belt against her ass. She stared back at him with no reaction. Dawn moaned. “Fuck me, Jordan. Please.” She sniffled. “Just fuck me.” “No!” “We both want it. Why are you fighting me?” “Because,” he hit the back of her thighs with the belt again, “I love you too much to use you like that.” “Use me, Jordan,” Dawn whispered. She reached out to cup the bulge in her gorgeous stepbrother’s jeans. “You can love me and use me at the same time.” He pushed her hand away. Anger flashed across his face. Damn it, he liked the way she touched him. “You don’t know what you’re doing, little sister.” “Yes, I do. I know exactly what I’m doing because I know exactly what I want. I want you.” Jordan groaned. What the fuck am I gonna do with you? He drew the belt up in the air, staring in her eyes. She winced, expecting the belt to hit harder than ever. Her eyes widened when she heard it land on the floor. He shook his head, licked his lips and put his hand on her shoulder. Then he spanked her with his hand, quickly, ten times in a row. “Ouch!” Dawn winced and gritted her teeth against the pain. This, so far, was the most painful part of her spanking. After the tenth smack, he pushed her away to unbutton his jeans. “I’m doing something I should’ve done a long time ago. And I’ll probably regret it the rest of my life.” Dawn was too preoccupied to notice what he was doing. She was busy crying and rubbing out the sting left by his hand against her butt. And suddenly, her shirt was lifted from her waist, along her arms, then over her wrists. “Huh?” After the T-shirt passed in front of her eyes, she blinked a few times to make sure it wasn’t just her imagination. Her sexy-as-hell stepbrother stood in front of her, scowling. And completely naked. Her mouth hung open as she took in the sight of his gorgeous body, letting her eyes quickly work their way down. “Wow." Jordan sighed and reached behind her to unfasten her bra, which she pulled off immediately.

The next thing she knew, his hand was under her arm, pulling her along to the bed in the same fashion he often used to haul her to the bedroom for a spanking. He didn’t speak. At the side of the bed he turned her around. Their eyes met for a split second before he pushed her backwards. She sucked in a breath as her tender bottom landed against her comforter. “Damn it! That hurts!” Jordan half-laughed. “Good.” He kept his feet on the floor and grabbed her ankles, drawing them up in the air and spreading them apart. He pulled her toward him just a little to get her in the right position, making her gasp again. “Consider it part of your punishment.” Dawn gazed up at her stepbrother’s rock-hard abs, then his chest. She was about to make a comment about his tattoos when she noticed his narrowed brown eyes staring down at her. “Dawn.” He pressed his lips together, struggling with his decision, but he was too far gone to back out. He stood at the edge of the bed as her beautiful young body lay in front of him, her ankles clenched in his hands. The tip of his stiff cock was right there at her opening, feeling her wetness flowing out. “This changes everything. We’ll never go back to the way things were. Do you realize that?” She simply nodded, looking up at him through a thin layer of tears. It didn’t matter to her if everything changed between them. This felt right to her. This was what she’d wanted all along. “Okay.” Jordan sighed, angry at himself for what he was about to do. Those thoughts of giving her a good fucking after a spanking were fantasies he’d learned to tuck safely away in his mind. For once, instead of taking care of his need in the bathroom by himself, he was letting himself give in. And there was no turning back. With her legs straight up in the air, Jordan tightened his grip on her ankles and spread them apart a little further. And then, gently, he leaned in, closing his eyes as the head of his cock slipped inside her, not moving. “Oh!” Dawn’s head rolled back. Her thighs shuddered as the ache inside her eased a little. Then she raised her head, looking up at him with disappointment. “What? You’re gonna push it all the way in, right?” He smiled. “Yes, Dawn. I just can’t believe I’m about to do this.” “Don’t feel bad, big brother. Just fuck me as hard as you spanked me.” “Oh, I will.” Jordan stared in her deep blue eyes, licking his lips. “And soon I’m gonna give you another spanking for talking so dirty to your big brother.” Their eyes locked. Again, he took in the vision before him. Long, dark hair spilled perfectly all around the pretty face of his stepsister--the girl he’d dreamed about for years. And now, he was finally inside her. It was a moment he’d remember for the rest of his life. He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled out of her completely, then used all of his strength to slam his hips against hers, filling her pussy at once, and staying there. “Yes!” Dawn screamed. She closed her eyes, memorizing the way he felt inside her. It was better than she’d ever imagined.

“See? All the way in just like you wanted.” She giggled. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” Something broke loose inside Jordan. Her tight, warm pussy was exactly where he wanted to be. It was thrilling and comforting all at once, like coming home to the most exciting feeling in the entire world. Yeah, he was gonna fuck this girl, all right. She wasn’t his stepsister anymore. She was the sexy brunette he was going to pound to pieces. Jordan started out slow, holding her legs in the air as he stood there, leaning in gently with his hips. But that soon changed. The desire he’d hidden away for so long suddenly flood his consciousness. He thought about all the times he’d spanked her, watching her beautiful ass turn red, hearing the sound of his hand crashing against her flesh over and over. He couldn’t control himself. Soon, his hips moved faster and his cock plunged deeper until Dawn was screaming his name over and over again. “Yes! Jordan!” Dawn’s knees were bent, and only inches away from her ears. Her stepbrother’s hands were behind them, squeezing them as he hunched forward, assaulting her pussy with his powerful cock. She loved the way his thighs hit her freshly-spanked bottom with each stroke. Pain and pleasure were the same to her now. “Oh... Dawn...” He struggled to speak as he looked down into her eyes, breathing heavily. It wasn’t long before he was dripping with sweat, but he couldn’t stop. He wanted to fuck her harder than ever, and that’s what he did. Dawn felt the orgasm build between her thighs. It wasn’t like her to be able to get off with just penetration, but this was no ordinary fuck. This was Jordan. The combination of his spanking and fucking drove her arousal to an all-new level. She writhed beneath him, moving her hips only slightly until his dick touched her in just the right spot. Jordan was the first to come, followed immediately by Dawn. He screamed her name as he felt himself erupt deep inside her. The wails and moans that came from Dawn only made his orgasm stronger. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to get off inside her. Soon after, they lay next to each other, both panting hard as they caught their breath. Dawn was still trying to calm down when Jordan pulled her in for a kiss.She curled up to him and put her arm around his sweaty back, smiling as she returned his kiss. After a few minutes of making out, he broke the kiss and pulled away slightly. “Sorry,” he said. “I should’ve kissed you before we got started.” She beamed, stroking the side of his face with her fingertips. “That’s okay. I waited that long. I could wait a while longer.” He chuckled as he cradled the back of her head. “I hate to ask this, but please tell me you’re on birth control.” Dawn shriveled down against the bed. “Uh... I was on birth control...” “Damn it.” Jordan grimaced. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s okay, really.” She nodded with enthusiasm. “I know my cycle. A week ago we might’ve been in trouble. And I’m really careful... usually." He sighed, thinking about Trent. “Like, recently?” “Yes.” She frowned, knowing exactly what he meant. Then she reached down and laced her fingers in his. “I can’t think of another time when I’ve gotten that carried away. That was definitely a first.” He was just about to kiss her again when her alarm clock went off. Dawn rolled her eyes and crawled up the bedspread to the nightstand. “Sorry.” She turned off the clock. “It’s a reminder to feed the neighbors’ cats before it gets too late. They’re out of town.” He grinned, admiring her gorgeous ass covered in welts. He knew it shouldn’t turn him on, but it did. And then, his attention turned to something he noticed out of the corner of his eye. He propped himself up on his arm to get a closer look. It was a small plaque among many on the wall above Dawn’s bed. But this was one he remembered too well. April had given to her as one of many graduation presents. It said “Daughter” at the top, above a quote he couldn’t read from so far away. He looked around the room and saw a few pictures of Dawn with April, or with him, or with both of them. That’s when the spell was broken. Jordan stood up to find his clothes just as she was crawling back into place beside him. “What?” She sat up. “You’re not leaving, are you?” “Yes.” He shook his head, pulling his pants up, unable to look in her eyes. “This was a mistake.” “No!” Dawn instantly started to cry. “This wasn’t a mistake.” She sighed. “Damn it, I knew you’d do this.” She got up and tried to pull his shirt out of his hands. He yanked it away from her grasp. A few tears came to his eyes when he saw how desperate she was to keep him there. “Put your clothes back on,” he whispered. Dawn stood in front of him. “Please talk to me. Don’t just leave me like this.” He slid his shirt over his arms, looking anywhere but at her. “What?” she asked. “We can’t just pretend nothing happened.” Jordan’s eyebrows shot up. “You think I don’t know that?” He stared in her eyes. “This was a mistake, Dawn. A big one.” “Why?” She cried as she tugged at his leather jacket “It doesn’t have to be a bad thing. So what? We slept together. People do it all the time." He grabbed her arm and looked down into her eyes. “You’re my stepsister. My mom thinks of you as a daughter.” She gulped. “But how do you think of me?”

Jordan pushed her arm away to pull his jacket on. “Don’t start that with me again tonight.” “Nobody ever asked what I thought about it.” Dawn tried to hold back her tears. “This was all just forced on me. A brother. A new mom.” She sniffled. “I’ve been fighting my feelings for years.” He pulled her against his chest as she began to sob. Several more times he felt himself tear up as he held her in a tight embrace, trying to comfort her. She wasn’t the only one who’d spent years wrestling with feelings. The question she burned into his memory tore through his thoughts once again: If your mom hadn’t married my dad, do you think we might have a different kind of relationship? The response that instantly flashed through his mind was always: Yes. Dawn and Jordan stayed in their tearful embrace until Dawn calmed down enough to push herself away. “Hey.” She sniffled. “I really do need to go next door and feed those cats.” Jordan chuckled. “It’s okay, sweetie. I need to go home and do some thinking." A half hour later, after he helped her feed the neighbors’ cats, Jordan gave Dawn a kiss on the cheek and told her he’d try to call sometime before the weekend.

~

“You’re really not gonna tell me where you’re taking me?” Dawn asked as she followed her brother out to the curb on Saturday morning. Jordan laughed and handed her a helmet. “Nope. Then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” The unseasonably warm weather gave Jordan an idea. He had a last-minute plan to take her someplace he hadn’t been in a while. The evening before, after losing sleep over Dawn for several nights, he broke down and called her. He couldn’t put it off anymore. Confusion and lust had ruled his thoughts for days, but all that mattered now was that he missed her. It was a twenty minute ride to their destination, but with Dawn riding with him, it seemed much shorter. Her hands were clasped around his waist, holding him tight, mere inches away from an erection that came and went as he drove. He always loved it when she rode with him, but this

was different. There was an awareness he’d never felt before. He was in control, and she needed him. He loved that she needed him. His thoughts were out of control, and for once, he didn’t fight them. He couldn’t, now that he knew how it felt to be inside her. That pussy of hers was constantly on his mind, and now she sat behind him with her legs spread apart. Mmm... and he hoped to find a reason to spank her today. As he felt her bounce around on the seat, he laughed at a random thought. She might have a sore ride home later. They stopped at their wooded destination. To Dawn, it looked like a random spot in a forest along a country road. She dismounted the bike and took off her helmet. “Where are we?” “Zander Farms. Private land.” He locked the helmets to the bike. “Private land?” She looked at the trees all around them. “I hope that doesn’t mean we’re going on a hike. It’s a little hot on that bike.” Dawn slipped out of her jacket, carrying it on her arm. He smiled as he led the way. “No. We’re not hiking. And this really is private land. The family lets me come up here.” “Oh, those Zanders,” Dawn said, remembering a family Jordan worked for in high school. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “So, if you need to take off some clothes, feel free. Nobody’ll see you.” He stopped, turning around to give her wink. “Except me.” She giggled, following him as he led her down an overgrown path that weaved around the trees. Her heart had a brand new erratic beat. She couldn’t stop smiling. The last thing she expected after the big event earlier in the week, and his ensuing lack of communication, was for him to act so romantic. There had been no mention of her as a sister. There hadn’t even been any awkwardness, and that was her biggest fear--not that he would completely reject her, but that he would act like nothing ever happened and things would get awkward. Soon, without her even realizing it was there, she stepped past the trees into a clearing. It was beautiful, with lush, green grass and a few trees scattered about, set among the rolling hills. “Here we are.” Jordan smiled and took her hand. She lost her breath at the touch of his hand. Her gorgeous stepbrother, the sexiest man in her world, now walked with her hand-in-hand through a picturesque landscape. She wanted to never wake up from this dream. Jordan pointed off to a few trees not far away. “We’re going over there. This whole place was cleared out to be a park thirty years ago but Arnie Zander liked it so much he decided not to part with it. The family uses it for outdoor parties once in a while. I help with the maintenance so they let me wander around. I told ‘em I was coming up here today.” “It’s really beautiful. I think I could stay here forever.” He squeezed her hand. “I know. Especially on a day like this. The temperature’s perfect.”

They arrived at the trees where Dawn immediately saw a large backpack and a small overnight bag. “What’s this?” “Let me show you.” Jordan opened the backpack and pulled out a blue and white plaid blanket. A gentle breeze blew through Dawn’s hair as she watched him spread out the blanket in the shade. “It’s not much of a picnic,” he said, “but there’s only so much I can bring with me on the bike." “No, it’s fine.” She knelt down to look inside the bags, He sat down beside her. “It’s just some water bottles, a few sandwiches, some cookies. Oh, and sunscreen.” Dawn sat there, staring into the bag, speechless. “What?” he asked. “Are you upset? Want something different to eat? I can go out and get something else.” “No, this is so sweet.” She looked in his eyes. “And so unexpected.” Her voice got weak when she remembered the nights she’d cried herself to sleep this week. “You really hurt me the other day.” Jordan moved a little closer to sit in front of her and take her hands. “I know, Dawn. And I’m so sorry.” He knew it was time to have that talk. It was wrong to make her wonder what the hell he was thinking. “Listen, I’m confused.” Dawn huffed. “You’re not the only one.” “Shh.” He grinned and put one finger against her lips. “I know, just hear me out, okay?” She nodded, trying to ignore the nervousness that made her stomach a little queasy. “Okay.” He inhaled deeply, tightening his grip on her hands. “I haven’t been able to think about anything except what happened on Tuesday night. It was incredible.” He paused as they shared a smile. “Like, really, it was better than anything I could’ve imagined. But I’ve spent such a long time trying not to be that kind of brother to you. Determined not to be that kind of brother.” “I know,” she said, softly. “I just wanted to be what you needed. And I thought you needed me more as a brother than anything else.” Jordan touched her cheek. She was more beautiful than ever, sitting there in the shade in front of him. The light streaming through the trees gave her an ethereal glow. He swallowed. “Sorry. Lost my train of thought. You’re just so fuckin’ pretty.” She laughed. “Thank you.” It was a touching compliment, but she desperately needed to know what else he had to say. She sniffled, trying to will herself not to cry. “You were saying you thought I needed you as a brother--” “Oh, yeah.” He cleared his throat. “So, I thought you needed a brother. And I wanted to give you what you needed. I figured that kind of relationship lasts longer than friendship or anything else.

And I thought you needed some stability.” He closed his eyes for a moment, pausing for a breath before gazing into her eyes again. “But what about what I need? I feel so selfish for thinking that but I can’t help it anymore. Hell, I only called you last night because I missed you. “You did?” “Yeah.” Jordan nodded. “I broke down. I tried to do the right thing but all I could think about was being with you. And not just sexually.” He chuckled. “Although, I thought about that a lot this week, too.” “You’re not the only one.” She stifled the moan that wanted to escape her throat. His handsome face blushed. “Look, I don’t know what the future holds for us. But I know we crossed that line and there’s no going back. I wish we could flick a switch. Like, today you’re my stepsister. Tomorrow you’re my lover.” One corner of his mouth pointed up. “Or, maybe today you’re my lover.” She pressed her lips together, grinning. Yeah, I’ll be your lover today, she thought. He leaned in closer. “I can’t change the past and I can’t spend the rest of my life fighting this. I’d rather just give it a try and see what happens.” “Wow.” Dawn’s eyes filled with tears that spilled onto her cheeks in one blink. She let go of Jordan’s hand to try to wipe them away just as he reached into a bag for a napkin. He continued as he handed it to her. “I’d love to hear what you think, but it’s okay if you can’t tell me. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” “No, it’s okay.” She chuckled a little as she sniffled. “They’re happy tears.” He smiled. “Good.” Dawn dabbed her eyes with the napkin, then sucked in a deep breath and blew it slowly. “Jordan, what happened the other night,” she slowly shook her head as she looked in his eyes, “it was maybe the best night of my life. At least, it was until you left.” A sad little smile flitted across her lips. “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. Well, now it’s okay.” She nodded. “And, this is gonna sound crazy...” She paused, wincing as she stared down at the blanket, afraid to continue. “What’s gonna sound crazy?” Dawn met his gaze, mesmerized by his gorgeous brown eyes. She decided to just spit it out. “I love it when you spank me.” He laughed. “That’s not what I expected you to say. At all.” “I know. But damn, Jordan. The way you spanked me the other night.” She narrowed her eyes a little, moaning. “That was hot.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be hot, sweetie. It was punishment.” Her mouth dropped open. “Yeah, right! It’s punishment but it’s the biggest turn-on in the world to me.” “Oh really?” His eyes widened. I definitely need to hear more about this, he thought. “Like you really didn’t know that?” “Not to that extent, maybe.” He chuckled. “But I’d love to hear you talk about it some more.” Rolling her eyes, she continued. “This is kind of embarrassing, and maybe it makes me a freak. But I have this deep need to be spanked sometimes. And I think I’m probably always gonna be this way. It just makes me feel better, especially when...” Her voice trailed off. She was going to say ‘especially when I’ve been bad’ but she didn’t want to start a conversation about how she’d messed up with Trent, or her academic probation, or any of her other humiliating recent misdeeds. “There are times I need it even when I haven’t done anything to deserve it. It just makes me feel better.” “Uh-huh.” His heart pounded a loud beat inside his chest; he was hanging on every word. “Please don’t get scared off by what I’m about to say.” She gulped. “I know we’re not talking about forever here. But I can’t imagine being with a guy who won’t spank me. It’s my big dealbreaker, for sure. And,” she reached forward to rub his leg, “I’m so glad I have you to give it to me.” “Damn,” he whispered. His dick heard her words loud and clear. Spanking her was just about his favorite thing in the entire world. “So, there’s a big part of me that’s afraid I’ll lose that benefit if this doesn’t work out. Whatever this is.” She grinned, timidly. “I noticed you used the word ‘lover’ before. Not ‘girlfriend.’” “Aw, shit, Dawn.” He closed his eyes and pulsed his fingers against his temples. “‘Girlfriend’ sounds so silly. I think we’re way past that. I don’t know where we are exactly but...” he hesitated to finish his thought, “I hope you like me for more than just the spanking.” “Of course I do.” She smiled. “I was just letting you know how important it is to me.” Jordan licked his lips. They had all day to continue their important conversation. But now, his cock strained to be released from his jeans. And he wanted some carefree, romantic days with Dawn before they decided to have that difficult conversation with his mom. Not that what he was about to ask her to do would be seen as ‘romantic’ by most people. “It’s important to me too.” He got on his knees and took her face in his hands to give her a kiss, careful not to let it get out of control. There’d be plenty of time for making out later. He pulled away from her lips and whispered in her ear, “Go get a switch.” Dawn gasped. He looked in her pretty blue eyes, which were wide with surprise. “You heard me.” “Yes, yes I did.” She bit her bottom lip, smiling. “To what do I owe this punishment?”

“Consider it maintenance.” He cupped her chin. “To keep you in line.” Dawn’s heart melted. He was so the perfect man for her. “Okay,” she said, her voice breathless. She took another few seconds to look up in her stepbrother’s eyes. “I’m not dreaming this, am I? Or imagining?” “No, baby.” He kissed her forehead. “This is real. Now get up and get that switch." He waved his hand, motioning around the property. “There’s a lot to choose from." She breathed in slowly and blew it out, almost too excited to move. “Is it safe to walk around barefoot?” “Yeah. And the grass is really soft.” “And it’s totally private here? Nobody to see you... um... punishing me?” “Nobody. Totally private. I promise.” “Good.” She gave him a big smile and stood up. “Because I’m still really hot after that ride.” He watched her stand up and pull her T-shirt off over her head, then unzip her jeans and push them to the blanket as she kicked off her socks and shoes. She was lovely in her bra and skimpy little white cotton panties; a perfect, curvy goddess. With one last smile and a wink, she sauntered off toward a thicket of bushes. Jordan stood up and stripped down to his boxers as he watched her leisurely roam around the property. Damn, she was beautiful. Her long, dark hair floated against her back. Sunlight bounced along her curves, highlighting them just right. Not that she needed any help. She was stunning in any light. But seeing her walk so happily around the field, stopping every so often to look for a switch, made him wonder how he’d gone all these years without making love to her. That’s what he wanted to do today--make love to her. He was surprised to find this urge overpowering his desire to spank her. But damn, he was glad they shared the same kink. She loved to be spanked, and he loved to spank her. And not many people understood that. This woman was made just for me, he thought. The grass felt like a soft pillow beneath Dawn’s feet. The ground was just cool enough on this warm autumn day to feel luxurious. It was shaping up to be the best day of her life. She enjoyed the gentle breeze against her skin as she walked along in her underwear, unashamed, through the fresh, open air. She was determined to enjoy this. No talk of family, right or wrong, guilt. Just fun, frolicking pleasure. She sensed that he needed a day like this, and she needed it too. She stopped every so often to look at the bushes and small trees around the property. Was he really going to hurt her with this switch? She’d never been spanked with one before but the idea of it was enough to soak those panties she was wearing. Every few stops, she turned around to see him staring at her. Mmm... he looked good in the sunlight. Shirtless, pants-less. Nice little blue boxer shorts. And she was pretty sure she caught a glimpse of a nice-sized erection under there. He was everything she wanted in a man. Today, he wasn’t her stepbrother. He was Jordan, the gorgeous, tattooed biker with six-pack abs and sparkling brown eyes. Yeah... she had to find a switch and hurry back to that blanket...

After a few more minutes of Jordan watching Dawn as she traipsed around the field, she returned with three switches she’d snapped off of three different trees. She pulled the twigs off of each as she went and continued to get them ready for use as she approached the blanket, smiling ear-toear. “Here you go.” She joyfully handed the switches to Jordan, who sat on the blanket below her. His eyebrows furrowed. He shook his head, smiling up at her. “You’re not supposed to be so happy about this.” “I can’t help it." Jordan dropped the sticks beside him and reached his hands up. “Come here, beautiful.” He kissed her as soon as she knelt down on the blanket in front of him, making sure to use his tongue in ways that showed her exactly what it was capable of. He planned to taste parts of her today that he’d spent years of frustration and agony only dreaming about. She greedily accepted his kiss, pulling him closer with one hand behind his back. Her other hand started at the side of his face, her fingertips tracing along his chiseled jaw, then down his neck, not stopping until she found one of his nipples. She moaned into his mouth as she slid the palm of her hand against it, grateful to finally touch one of his hard pecs. For a moment she remembered the sunscreen he brought and imagined herself rubbing it all over him, slowly, memorizing each ridge of every muscle of his amazing body. They had kissed for several minutes when she felt his rough hands working along her back to unhook her bra. She broke the kiss, giggling, as he pulled away and tossed it beside her. Immediately, he kissed her again and took both of her hands, pushing them over her head as he eased her down on the blanket on her back. He held her hands there over her head, then stretched his knee across her body until he was straddling her hips and hovering above her, never breaking that kiss. Dawn had never felt so powerless with a man, and she loved it. It felt like every single part of her was melting into him. She knew she couldn’t move out from under his sturdy body and she didn’t want to. She loved how his strong hands held her wrists above her head, keeping them firmly locked down on the blanket. The soft pillow of grass she felt between her back and the hard ground was in perfect contrast to Jordan’s erect cock that nudged her bare stomach through his boxer shorts. Having him on top of her, dominating her and kissing her passionately, made her crave him between her thighs like she’d never craved anything before. She imagined him tearing her panties off and working himself between her legs. The fact that he held her down, delaying her gratification, made her want it even more. Jordan kissed her for a long time until he sunk down on his elbows and felt her soft breasts against his. He let go of her hands and broke the kiss so he could crawl down her body and take one into his mouth. She put her hands behind his head, moaning, when she felt his warm mouth bathe her breast. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back against the blanket. “Yes, Jordan,” she whispered.

The sound of her breathless voice moaning his name drove him crazy. He ran fast circles around her nipple with his tongue. She screamed his name when he took it between his teeth and bit it, gently. “Fuck me!” Dawn wiggled her hips underneath him. “Please, you have to fuck me!” He let go of her nipple and chuckled softly. “I will, baby. But not yet.” Before she could scream again, he sat up to pull her panties down. “There’s something else I need to do first.” Dawn closed her eyes, breathing in and out slowly. She felt like she might go insane if he didn’t take care of the want he’d built between her thighs. She distracted herself by concentrating on the feel of the gentle breeze against her bare skin. Jordan tossed her panties off to the side and took a second for his eyes to linger down her naked body. They stopped at her dripping wet pussy. Fuck yes, he was finally going to taste her. He got down on his stomach and took her thighs in his arms to spread them wide. But before he dove in he had to take a moment to admire her gorgeous, neatly-trimmed pussy. He was so thankful he’d brought her here today to make love to her outside. There was something so natural and intoxicating about seeing the most intimate part of her in a setting like this. Dawn groaned. “You’re killing me, Jordan.” She heard the wind rustling through the trees just as she felt that same breeze blow across her swollen, wet pussy that longed more than ever for relief. The next thing she felt was his tongue as it dipped inside her. “Yes!” she screamed. Jordan slid his tongue firmly and deliberately between her lips, using it to penetrate her. She tastes so fucking good. He darted his tongue inside her pussy a few times, desperate to feel her drip inside his mouth. “Yeah, yeah...” Dawn moaned. She put her hands behind his head and tilted her hips up closer to his face. She smiled when she felt his strong arms tighten under her thighs. He fucked her with his tongue for a little while longer until he felt her hands trying to move his head. Fine, I’ll take the hint. Chuckling to himself, he slid his tongue up to her clit. “Oh!” She screamed, then gritted her teeth, slightly afraid that her cries of joy would echo through the field into unwanted ears somewhere. But after his licking picked up speed, she couldn’t stop herself. It didn’t matter who heard her. She bucked against his face, moaning and screaming uncontrollably. Jordan was afraid she might get off too soon, but he didn’t dare slow down. Some other time maybe he’d tie her up and she’d let him lick her pussy for hours. But for now, the way she screamed and the force of her hands behind his head told him not to slow down. He couldn’t take his time today. So, he’d just have to give her an orgasm now. He moved his tongue faster and faster as she slid her pussy around his face. It wasn’t long before a different kind of scream filled the air. It was beautiful, the way she came. He kept up his pace as she went on and on, wiggling her thighs against his arms.

As soon as she calmed down, he gave her another lick just so he could taste her again. Then he sat up and found his T-shirt, smiling as he used it to wipe his drenched face. Dawn watched him stand up and pull down his underwear as she lay there catching her breath. She made sure to keep her legs spread wide open to give him full entrance, fully prepared for him to put that nice cock to use. He got back down on his knees in front of her and reached for his backpack, quickly taking out a condom from the ones he’d stashed there before he left home. He held it up. “See?” Then he tore it open. “Yeah, I know.” She shook her head. It was astounding to her that they both forgot about it the first time. And she found it very sweet of him to think about it now. Jordan unrolled the condom in record time. He knelt in between her legs and reached forward to hold her wrists down beside her on the blanket. Smiling, he hovered over her and gazed in her eyes. “I’m gonna take my time, Dawn. I don’t need your hands on my ass trying to make me move faster.” She laughed. “You mean like I did to your head just now?” “Yes.” He nodded. “That’s exactly what I mean. I feel like I’ve waited forever and I need to enjoy it as long as I can.” He leaned down to give her a kiss before he got started. She could taste herself on him but she didn’t mind. She kissed him back, wishing her hands were free so she could hold him close. Her tongue was running circles inside his mouth when she felt him enter her. He decided to keep his mouth attached to hers as he penetrated her, especially when he felt her arms fighting against his. He wasn’t about to let go and have her digging her nails in his back, or reaching down to cup his ass. Those things would make him get off too quickly. He could let her do it some other day, but not today. No, today he would inhabit her body for as long as possible. Today, she would be his. Jordan rocked into her slowly... tenderly... filling her up and pulling back out at a leisurely, even pace. He felt her breathing harder through her nose against his face, but he kept his mouth on hers just because he could. Yes, I like to dominate her. He’d always fantasized about it but now he knew for sure that it needed to be a reality. He liked the way she struggled against him and he was pretty sure she liked it too. Her pussy got wetter the longer he fucked her. Come on, Jordan. Just hammer me, Dawn thought as she lay there under him, unable to speak with his tongue in her mouth. She tilted her hips up, trying to force him in quicker. Why was he torturing her like this? She knew from the first time that he was capable of some deep, hard fucking, and that’s what she wanted. She wanted him to punish her pussy like he’d punished her backside so many times. He finally broke the kiss and stared down at her. “Stop moving your hips like that.” “No! I need you to fuck me harder.” She widened her eyes for emphasis.

Jordan shook his head and stopped moving, pressing himself deep inside her. “No, little girl. I’m the one in the control here.” “Fuck.” She lost her breath at his use of the phrase ‘little girl.’ For reasons she couldn’t define, it made her want him even more. “What are you doing to me?” He didn’t want to smile but he couldn’t help it. He loved the way her body responded to him. In an effort to keep her legs and arms still--in the absence of any sort of of restraints or bondage equipment--Jordan let her go and got into a kneeling position in front of her. Then, amidst her gasps of surprise, he pulled her forward, launching her legs straight up in the air with her feet over his shoulders. “What are you doing?” Dawn asked as he grabbed her wrists again, catching her completely off guard. She lay there on her back, looking up at his head between her calves. Jordan reached around her legs to hold her hands still against her knees as he fucked her from his new kneeling position. “Jordan.” She stared up at him, whining. “You can do better than that. Just give it to me. Please.” He laughed. “No.” “Come on. You’re gonna hurt your knees that way.” Again, he laughed. “No I won’t. The grass is really thick.” I’ve had enough, she thought. She began to shake her arms vigorously. “Stop that, Dawn.” “No.” She launched the upper half of her body toward him and gave her arms another good shake. She gasped in surprise as her wrists were freed. “Oh no you don’t.” Jordan pushed her legs back down to the blanket and bent forward to hover over her again, this time holding her wrists even tighter against the blanket. She winked and forced her face up to try to kiss him. He ducked out of the way, suppressing a huge smile. She’s enjoying this. “No you don’t, little girl.” She moaned and tried her best to struggle against his forceful hands that kept her against the blanket. With a dramatic sigh, Jordan let her go and quickly reached for one of the switches several feet away. “You need to learn some obedience, little girl.” “What?” She sat up on her elbows. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“No.” Dawn smirked. “Make me.” She cleared her throat and continued, using the sweetest voice she could muster. “Big brother.” He found it much more difficult to suppress his smile this time. “Fine.” Jordan placed the switch beside him on the blanket and used both hands around her waist to flip her over on her stomach. Dawn giggled as she kicked and squirmed. But her strength was no match for his. In seconds she was on her stomach with one of his strong arms holding her down. And then she yelped when she felt a sharp, burning sting across the back of her thigh. “That’s one.” Jordan smiled as he brought the switch down across her perfectly round bottom a second time. “Two.” “Ow!” She reached behind her to rub the part of her butt that felt like it was on fire. “No, no, no.” He grabbed both of her wrists and held them behind her with the arm he was already using to hold her down. Then he whipped the switch across her bottom again. She yelped. He put the stick down on the blanket and rubbed her skin, trying to soothe her. “You ready to be a good girl now?” “Maybe.” She bit her lip, grinning, hoping he could sense her tone. Jordan shook his head and picked up the switch again, his dick harder than ever. “I think you need a few more, then maybe you’ll be good.” He gave her ten more licks. Each time, she grunted and kicked her legs. After the first two she got up on her knees, making her backside more prominent, and also giving him a view that clearly showed how much she enjoyed this particular punishment. When he was finished, he tossed the stick away and got on his knees behind her, bending down to kiss the tiny welts that peppered her otherwise flawless skin. He hadn’t used much of his strength, but it was enough to give her a little of the pain he knew she loved. She tossed her head back with a deep moan when she felt his tongue glide along her pussy in one long, exquisite lick. Jordan smacked his lips and got up on his knees. As much as he wanted to dive right in and get his face saturated with her delicious pussy again, he was too worked up. It was time to give her that fucking she wanted. His cock absolutely demanded it. He reached forward to put his hands around her waist and pull her closer, then he sunk right into her. “Uh!” She shrieked when she felt him plunge deep inside. In seconds he was pounding away, and she loved every second of it. “Oh Dawn... Dawn...” Jordan’s mouth hung open to get enough air. When he heard her moan her approval, he gave in to his urge to fuck her as hard as he could. He knew he wouldn’t last long when he felt that tight pussy around him and looked down to see those welts. Yeah, she was the one for him. There was no doubt in his mind.

It wasn’t long before he was screaming her name as he exploded inside her. Immediately after, he lay down next to her in a sweaty heap, trying to catch his breath. “Sweetie,” he paused for air, “I can usually... last... much longer....” “It’s okay.” She grinned sweetly. “We just need to practice.” He inhaled deeply to provide him with enough breath to laugh.

~

Several hours later, after a nap, a picnic, and a beautiful sunset, Jordan walked Dawn to her front door. He brushed his fingers along her cheek. “I had the best time with you today.” “Yeah.” She nodded. “The ride home was a little painful, but otherwise, it was great.” “I’m sure.” He laughed for a second, but he knew it was time to get a little more serious. “Damn, girl. What are we gonna do?” She stared up into his eyes. “I don’t know, Jordan. But I can tell you one thing for sure. I’ll never be just your stepsister again.” He moved his hand behind her head. “I know.” There was more he wanted to say but she looked so beautiful in the moonlight, he gave in to his urge to pull her into a deep embrace and a kiss. Enthusiastically, she kissed him back, holding him tight until he pulled away. “I gotta go,” he said. “I wish you could stay the night." “Me too. But he’s counting on me." Jordan had to get up early to help a friend move to a new house. It had been marked on his calendar for weeks. “You’re always so responsible." She smiled. “I love that about you." He wrapped his arms around her back and leaned down to her ear. “I love you, Dawn.” “I love you, too.” Tears came to her eyes. They’d said this to each other countless times in the past, but this meant something entirely different.

Later that night, Dawn lay wide awake in her bed, thinking about the amazing Saturday she had with her stepbrother. But her thoughts kept going to the next day. To Sunday dinner with April, and how she and Jordan could possibly keep up this charade. What if Jordan chickened out and decided he needed to be the good brother again? They’d spent all day together without talking about their future. They both wanted to keep things in the present and enjoy each other in ways they never allowed themselves before. But the future waited for no one. Dawn feared it was all just a spell that would be broken as soon as they sat down at April’s table on Sunday. And she wouldn’t see him again until then. She sat up in bed and sent him a text message he’d probably read in the morning: I miss you. She was startled two minutes later when her phone vibrated on top of her nightstand with his response: Can you come over right now? Twenty minutes later, Jordan was happily cuddling up next to his gorgeous naked stepsister in bed. He had to get up in less than six hours for a hard day of lifting heavy boxes and furniture and he desperately needed to sleep, but it was impossible with those thoughts constantly running through his mind. He combed his fingers through her hair as he gazed as her lying next to him on the pillow. “Today didn’t feel like a first date, did it?” “No. Not like any first date I’ve ever had.” He sighed. “I guess we already know each other so well.” “Yeah.” She smiled. “It was like starting out on the thousandth date.” “Yeah.” His voice got weak. “What the hell are we gonna tell Mom?” “I have no idea.” She felt her eyes fill with a thin layer of tears. “Should we do that soon?” “Shit, I don’t know.” Jordan closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about how much his plans had changed, even since that morning. “I didn’t expect any of this. I just wanted to spend the day with you. Maybe I thought we could get it out of our systems and be done with it and go back to the way things were. But that’s never gonna happen.” He sighed. “I thought it was only lust all this time. I didn’t know I was in love with you.” “Really? You’re in love with me?” “Yeah.” He nodded. “I have been for a long time, I think. It felt so good to let it all go today. All that guilt. The constant struggle. I just gave in.” He smiled. “What about you? How do you feel about me?” She sniffled. “It’s love. Definitely.” Jordan kissed her lips and pulled her into a tight embrace. And then, somehow his alarm was blaring in his ear. It was six o’clock on Sunday morning and they had fallen asleep in each others’ arms. He barely had time to give her a ‘good morning’ kiss before he had to get dressed and head off to help his friend.

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Five o’clock came. Dawn occupied all of Jordan’s thoughts as he went about his busy, laborious Sunday. When dinner time came he forgot about how tired and sore he was. All he could think about was Dawn. He missed her desperately, even though he’d just seen her that morning. But as he walked up the steps to his mom’s front porch, he felt a knot in his stomach. He and Dawn hadn’t talked about how they would handle dinner tonight, and he knew he’d feel that overwhelming, familiar guilt when he saw his mom. It was the first time in Jordan’s life he’d ever looked upon any occasion with equal amounts of joy and dread. Dawn came to dinner so late, Jordan was afraid she might not show. After spending all day in a whirlwind of nerves and frustration, she decided to arrive at the last minute to avoid being in the same room with April and Jordan until it was absolutely necessary. A big part of her just wanted to stay home with a bottle of vodka to try to calm down. But a bigger part of her wanted to see Jordan, regardless of the guilt. That night, April had invited the Krimshaws to join them. Ever since Dawn’s father died, April-a pretty, spirited forty-ish woman known for her bubbly nature--liked to surround herself with friends and new acquaintances. The Krimshaws were both recently retired and new to the neighborhood. And April, being the Vice President of her subdivision’s Home Owner’s Association, often saw dinner as an opportunity to make the newest residents feel at home while proudly showing off her two children. The guests were talking at the dinner table when Dawn arrived. April cheerfully rose up to give her a hug, then introduced her to the Krimshaws as ‘her daughter’ with no further explanation. Dawn had to hide her ensuing nausea at the use of that word. April was too busy chatting with the Krimshaws to notice when she sat down beside Jordan, barely making eye contact. April also didn’t notice when he reached over and laced his fingers between Dawn’s for just a second, or the huge smile that spread across her face. The first ten minutes of dinner consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Krimshaw talking excitedly about their two reasons for moving to Uniontown from Cleveland--their new grandchildren. Twins, a boy and a girl. Dawn was too distracted by thoughts of how to get her stepbrother alone after dinner to be very involved in the conversation. Finally, she thought of a remark to make herself sound interested. “It’s hard to believe you guys are old enough to have grand babies.” It was true. Wallace and Sheila Krimshaw both looked pretty athletic and appeared to her to be no older than April. “Well, we started young,” Sheila said.

Wallace smiled. “And so did our children. But, we can’t complain. There’s nothing better than having grandchildren. We can’t wait to spoil them when we babysit, and send them back home to Mom and Dad.” He and Sheila laughed, along with April. Jordan shot Dawn a look that she interpreted to mean, “I better not have gotten you pregnant last week.” April gazed longingly at Jordan. “Well, maybe someday I’ll know that feeling.” “Please don’t start, Mom.” Jordan sighed. “You know, I was just bragging to someone at work on how good you are about never nagging me to settle down." He touched her hand, smiling. “Don’t make me regret that." The Krimshaws laughed. Sheila’s eyes darted between Dawn and Jordan. “So, how old are you two, anyway?” April answered for them. “He’s twenty-one, she’s eighteen. And they each have birthdays coming up soon.” Sheila grinned. “You’re both so young. You have plenty of time before you need to worry about settling down and having children.” The step-siblings’ eyes met for a moment before nodding their agreement. Nobody had to know they were already thinking about settling down... with each other. “April,” Wallace said, “you must have started early yourself.” She nodded. “Yes. I was nineteen when I had Jordan.” Then she grinned. “And I was thirty-two when I first met my sweet little Dawn.” She decided to answer their question before they could ask. “Her father was my second husband, Charles.” April turned to Dawn. “And she’s the daughter I always wanted.” Dawn grinned, weakly. “Yep.” She hoped her tone didn’t give away how much she wasn’t in the mood to hear that. Jordan shoved a fork full of zucchini casserole in his mouth and chewed with a blank look on his face. He didn’t feel like hearing it either. Sheila’s eyes once again darted between Dawn and Jordan. “That explains it. I wondered why I saw no resemblance between the two of you. You’re both very good-looking children but in such different ways.” April laughed. “Jordan tries to look rough around the edges. Don’t let the tattoos fool you.” He shook his head and took another bite of casserole. “That’s not what I meant,” Sheila said. “It had nothing to do with... those.” She narrowed her eyes, looking up and down his arms. His black, short-sleeved T-shirt showed off several of his tattoos. “Although, they are rather interesting."

Wallace nodded. “And it looks like you have a few burns there. Your mom says you’re a mechanic?” Jordan looked down at his forearms, suddenly self-conscious. “Yeah. Diesel.” “He needs to be more careful at work,” April said. “I’m always careful, Mom. It just happens sometimes. I wish you wouldn’t worry about it.” “Oh, sweetie.” April smirked. “I’m more worried about you riding that motorcycle than anything else. I swear, you love to torture me.” Sheila drew her hand to her chest, gasping quietly. “They really are dangerous. I don’t blame you for worrying.” She nodded toward her husband. “I made him get rid of his when the kids came along." Wallace turned to his wife. “You didn’t make me, dear. My priorities changed. That’s what happened.” April touched Jordan’s arm, beaming. “Maybe that’ll happen for my boy, too.” Jordan groaned to himself. Was his mom deliberately trying to get under his skin for some reason? “It will.” Sheila winked at him across the table. “The right girl will come along and you’ll change. You’ll see.” Then her eyes lit up. “I just had an idea. We have a niece who’s coming to stay with us in a few weeks to scope out Pierpont’s graduate school for nursing. If you’re not seeing anyone, you maybe wanna meet her? Show her around town?” Her eyes widened. “Her name’s Cara and she’s a doll.” “Oh!” April echoed Sheila’s enthusiasm. “Dawn goes to school at Pierpont. She could show her around campus.” “Yes.” Sheila nodded. “I like that idea.” She tilted her head to the side, questioning Jordan. “So, you wanna meet her?” April’s eyebrows arched, giving Jordan a pleading look. “You never know, sweetie. You might just hit it off.” “I’ll think about it.” Jordan didn’t know what else to say. Sheila and April smiled as if he’d given them a definite ‘yes.’ A half hour later, after more talk of Jordan’s love life (and the lack thereof), Dawn’s experience at Pierpont, and several other random subjects, Jordan and Dawn were both cleaning up in the kitchen while April and the Krimshaws sat in the living room, laughing and drinking coffee. “So,” Jordan said, “you gonna talk to me at all?” “What’s there to talk about?” She gritted her teeth and directed her anger toward the bottom of the pan she was scrubbing.

He looked around to make sure they were still alone before putting his hand on her shoulder. “Hey, come on.” He bent down to put his forehead against hers. “I only volunteered to clean because I wanted to be alone with you. I missed you all day and now you’re not even talking to me.” She shrunk away from him and set the pot down in the sink, ignoring her urge cause a commotion by throwing it. She did, however, manage to launch the sponge rather furiously at a big pile of bubbles. “And why do you think I’m not talking to you?” Uh oh, Jordan thought. He really had no idea. “Maybe... uh...” Nothing came to mind and he was too tired to think about it. “Why don’t you just tell me. Please?” Dawn pursed her lips and glared in his eyes for a moment before she spoke. “It’s that whole ‘I’ll think about it’ bullshit.” “Huh?” “Holy shit, Jordan. Are you really that clueless?” “Maybe.” She forced out an angry breath. “You said you’d think about meeting this Cara bitch. You know, their niece.” “Aw, fuck.” He closed his eyes and slid his palm across his forehead. “I already forgot about it. I’m not gonna meet that girl. I only said that to get ‘em to leave me alone. What was I supposed to say?” “You could’ve said you were seeing someone.” “Yeah right.” He snorted. “And get the third degree about it.” “Well, you could’ve thought of something.” Dawn shook her head, looking down at the floor. “Do you know how tired I am? I have just enough energy to hang out here for a while and then try to get myself home. I got almost no sleep last night. Then I helped move the world’s heaviest furniture up and down a bunch of fucking stairs for hours. So no, I couldn’t have thought of something else, Dawn.” She rolled her eyes. “If you’re that tired you should’ve stayed home.” “Well, I didn’t. I wanted to come here and see you instead.” “I only came here to see you, too. For all the good it did me.” Dawn stormed past him, out of the kitchen. Jordan followed her, craning his neck to make sure he saw April and Mr. and Mrs. Krimshaw sitting in the living room and they hadn’t noticed his stepsister march out to the deck in a huff. He walked outside and slid the door closed behind him. “What the hell’s your problem?” Dawn crossed her arms to protect herself from the chilly wind that carried a thin mist of rain. The sky was dark, threatening to put a stormy end to the beautiful weather they’d had for the

past few weeks. She stood there trying to stay warm by holding her arms tight across her chest. Too stubborn to go back inside where it was warm. “How’s this ever gonna work, Jordan? When are we gonna tell April?” “Fuck, I don’t know.” He put his arm around her shoulder. “Can we talk about it after I’ve had some sleep?” She shimmied away from him. “I can’t even tell you how much you hurt me at dinner.” “Don’t be so sensitive. I can’t figure out why it made you so mad. It’s not like I said yes.” “That’s not the point.” She turned to him, glaring. “You didn’t take up for us. At all. I don’t care how tired you are. You let them all think you were available.” “Dawn,” he met her glare, “this is ridiculous. You can’t even try to see it my way? I’m worn out and I’d like a little understanding. I didn’t do anything to you.” “What would you have said if you weren’t tired? Would you let them think you were Mr. Eligible Bachelor then?” She widened her eyes. “Damn it! We haven’t even told Mom yet! You think the best place to tell her is Sunday dinner when she’s entertaining guests?” He looked away from her, shaking his head. “I forgot what a little brat you can be.” She was just about to tell him she wasn’t being a brat. She’d just never been in love like this, and any mention of him with someone else hurt like hell. That’s when her phone startled her, vibrating in her pocket with a new text message. She pulled it out of her pocket. Trent. Jordan peered at the phone over her shoulder. “What’s that say?” “Nothing. It’s nothing.” She closed her phone and put it back in her pocket. “It’s not nothing.” He looked behind him to make sure they were still alone, slightly lowering the volume of his voice. “It’s that married asshole, isn’t it?” She grimaced, dropping her head to look down at the floor. Jordan continued. “You’re not still seeing him, are you?” “I can’t believe you just asked me that after everything we’ve been through.” She stared up at him, fuming. “He still sends me these annoying messages to try to meet up with me but I always ignore them.” She snickered. “But maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should send him a message that says, ‘I’ll think about it.’” Her tone was mocking, dripping with sarcasm. “Isn’t that what you’d do, big brother? Since we haven’t told April yet? Oh, and maybe I’m tired. I’ll just let him think there’s a possibility.” “Holy fucking shit, Dawn. You’re a real bitch, aren’t you?” She shrugged. “I can be. When it’s necessary.” Jordan was at a crossroads, pondering his options. He could stay there and continue the argument with his irrational little sister. He could tell her he’d changed his mind and it didn’t matter how

much he loved her, she’s just too bitchy for him. But there was another, better option, brought to his attention by his cock, which had already started to get a little stiff at the thought. He grabbed her by her arm, several inches above her elbow, and started to pull her along. “You need a real attitude adjustment, little girl.” “What?” She looked around for help. Her eyes were huge. She let him guide her down the wooden steps to the backyard. “No. You can’t.” He laughed. “Oh yes I can.” Dawn shook her head in protest as he led her through the cold mist of rain that had just started to gain some strength. “What if someone comes out here and finds us?” “I’ll just tell ‘em you needed it.” “But I thought you were tired.” He smiled. “Got a second wind.” By the time they arrived at the little storage shed in the back of April’s spacious yard, the mist had turned into rain, hitting the little shed with loud drops. Jordan held her arm tight and used his other hand to enter the combination on the lock. He soon opened the door and pushed the button for the dim interior light as he dragged her inside. Yeah, this is perfect, he thought, looking around at the riding lawnmower, gardening tools, a few storage boxes. There was just enough light for him to see what he was doing, but not enough to be conspicuous through the tiny windows on the sides of the shed. Quickly, he closed the door and pulled her along to the lawnmower where he sat down sideways on the seat, close to the edge to give his lap plenty of room to hold her. He let go of her arm and patted his thigh. “Pull your jeans and panties down. Bare bottom.” Dawn’s eyes were huge. She felt her heart racing as she stood there looking down at him, wondering if she could somehow get away from this. “I don’t know...” “What? I thought you liked this?” “Yeah. If I ask you for it.” He tossed his head back, laughing for a moment. Then he took her hand and gazed up into her scared blue eyes. “No, darlin’. It doesn’t work that way. Not anymore. If you’re with me, you get a spanking when you need it.” “Oh really?” Jordan grinned. “Uh-huh. Really.” “Like, a real spanking?” His grin flashed to a big smile for a few seconds, then he forced himself to look stern. “Yes. A real spanking. And I don’t care if we’re out in public somewhere. If I decide you need it I’ll find a place where we can be alone and I’ll turn your little ass red.”

“Oh.” Her breath caught in her throat. She felt her entire body spark to life with sexual energy. Her nipples were erect. Her clit tingled. Her seat felt warm with anticipation. “Is it always gonna be this way if we’re together?” “Do you mean, will I be disciplining you regularly?” He smiled. “Yes. I will not hesitate to spank you.” “Oh.” She’d read about relationships like these online and the idea of it aroused her, but thought it was just a fantasy. Standing there at the thigh of the man she loved was a million times more arousing. She felt her pussy get wetter the longer she looked down into his eyes, sensing his need, his desire to spank her that matched her own desire to be spanked. And even though he’d spanked her more times than she could count, there was something different about this. In the past, April had been there, or he’d done it because she asked for it. Now, he was calling the shots. He dragged her into the shed and told her to bare her bottom. It was both scary and exhilarating. “Come on. Pull your pants down,” he said. “You need this.” She kept her eyes on his as she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down with her panties inside, exposing her completely from her knees to her waist. But she didn’t bend over just yet. She had to ask a question first. “Are you really doing this to punish me? Or is it only because...” Her hand motioned down at his lap where his hard cock gave away his desire. He cupped his erection outside of his jeans, smiling. “This is only a side effect. You’re still a girl who needs a proper attitude adjustment. I just happen to enjoy giving it to you.” She couldn’t wait any longer. Dawn’s pussy ached for him now. She bent at the waist and descended until her stomach rested on top of his thighs. With a strong arm around her back, he pulled her further along, adjusting until her perky bottom was exactly where he needed it and her feet were far above the floor. He knew they didn’t have much time. With no further ado, he proceeded to spank her with his hand. The heavy rain hitting the roof drowned out the sounds of the punishment--his hand sharply meeting her flesh, her yelps and cries for mercy. The rain seemed to mask it all. He wondered how much of her cries were a show and how much was genuine. It wasn’t the hardest he’d ever spanked her but he definitely wasn’t taking it easy on her. He smiled as he gave her smack after smack, especially when he realized they could act like they got caught in the rain if anybody asked why her face was all wet. They may never know she’d been crying. That spanking was exactly what Dawn needed. She let herself cry and wail, succumbing to the pain and humiliation. It hurt. Hell yes, it hurt. But she trusted Jordan to give her what she needed and know just when to stop. Several minutes later, the spanking stopped and Dawn lay bent across his lap as he rubbed her, trying to soothe her. But he knew they’d already been gone too long, and soon April may try to find them. He found it unlikely with the sudden downpour outside. And he could always just say they needed to get something from the shed. Several ways to make that lie sound believable went through his head.

If his Mom caught on to the truth--that Dawn had been soundly spanked in the storage shed--he could tell her she needed it, and leave it at that. He definitely wasn’t ready to have that talk with her. And soon he would tell Dawn the same thing, that they should just date and try to enjoy themselves without any extra stress. Yeah, it would be hard to keep the secret at times, but it was worth it. They needed time to be boyfriend and girlfriend before they became the shame of their mother. He thought about having that talk with Dawn before they left the shed, but she sat down on his lap and put her hands around his neck, curling her body into his. He held her tight, reaching down to massage her tender skin. It wasn’t long before Dawn wiped her eyes against his shirt, then kissed her way up to his mouth. They stayed there, making out passionately, tasting each others’ lips in a deep embrace to the soundtrack of the heavy rain pounding their little hideaway. Jordan reached under her knees and stood up, kissing her until his erection demanded release. He let Dawn slip down gently onto her feet where she stood in front of him and pulled his pants down as soon as he unzipped them. Dawn’s jeans and panties were at her ankles but she kicked them off when she saw Jordan stepping out of his. He was just about to get started when he remembered the condom. As fast as possible, he bent down to find one in the pocket of his jeans. When he put two in his pocket that afternoon, he only hoped he’d get Dawn to himself somehow. He smiled as he tore open the package and unrolled it. It only took a moment of scanning the small shed to realize there was space in the corner behind Dawn to do exactly what he wanted. Jordan put his muscular arms around her and kissed her as he reached all the way down to her sweet, naked ass. As if she could read his mind, she locked her arms around his neck, holding on as he slid his hands to the back of her thighs to pick her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. He only had to walk forward a few steps until she felt her back press against the corner. The walls of the shed were cold and hard against her back, and thin enough that she could feel the rain beat a steady rhythm outside. Jordan broke the kiss and lifted her leg to rest her foot on a large plastic storage box below her. He kept her other thigh at his waist and went in for another kiss. This time, she felt the head of his dick searching for the right spot. He put one arm tight around her back and his other hand under her knee to lift her leg just a little higher. She moaned against his mouth when she felt him inside her. Jordan took a moment to just stay there, fully penetrating her as they kissed. After a few seconds her nice, warm pussy tightened around him and he found himself sliding in and out of her. Gently at first, until he felt confident in their standing position. He stopped kissing her and leaned back to stand up as straight as he could without letting her fall down. Soon, he had one hand under her thigh to help her support it on top of the box below her. His other hand was under the calf he held at his waist, straightening her leg and forcing it into the air until he was afraid he might hurt her. That’s when the real fucking began. “Are you okay?” Jordan asked, breathlessly, as his thrusts got faster and less patient.

“Yeah," she said. The way he held her leg in the air was a little painful but it somehow put pressure against her clit every time he entered her. “I love this position.” “Me too.” He whispered in an effort to save his breath. The rain was heavier and louder than ever outside, beating against the thin walls of the shed in a melody that only added to the speed of his thrusts. He took one deep breath, then he spoke just loud enough for her to hear. “I love you, Dawn.” A huge smile spread across her pretty face. She looked deep in his gorgeous brown eyes. There was just enough light to make them sparkle. “I love you, too.” They looked in each others eyes, smiling as they made love, until Jordan picked up speed, gritting his teeth and panting desperately for air. Jordan watched his stepsister’s mouth drop open. He could hear her high-pitched moans of pleasure, even with the unrelenting rain beating the shed. He tightened his grip and spread her open just a little bit wider, allowing him room for the fierce pounding he needed to give her. He watched her face twist in pleasure as he went faster and harder, giving her everything he had. “I love you!” he screamed. “I love you, too!” She let her head rest against the wall. She knew she was about to lose control. His deep, rapid thrusts hit her pussy and her clit just right. That, along with the way his balls softly hit her tender bottom sent her over the edge. Jordan came as soon as he heard the beautiful sounds of her orgasm. Soon, the small space was filled with their moans and the echoes of the rain outside. A few minutes later they were both running through the rain, practicing their alibi for April in their heads--Jordan needed something from a storage box in the shed so they went outside. They somehow got into a long discussion where Dawn needed to get something off of her chest. Then they stayed to wait for the rain to let up but it never did. When they walked in through the sliding glass door, soaking wet, they heard April’s voice calling to them from the dining room. “I have towels!” They were both replaying their story in their heads until they saw April sitting at the dining table alone with a big glass of red wine. ”Quite a storm out there, isn’t?” April asked. She widened her eyes and took a sip from her glass. ”Sure is.” Jordan nodded. “Did the Krimshaws leave?” Dawn asked as she grabbed one of the towels that was folded neatly on the dining table. “Yes. Several minutes ago.” April watched them blot their hair and clothes, then took a long drink from her glass. They were just about finished drying off when she cleared her throat. “So, how long have you two been having sex?” Dawn froze. Her chest suddenly felt weak, like her heart had stopped beating.

Jordan looked at Dawn for a split second before making eye contact with his mom. No matter what she thought she knew, he needed proof before he’d admit anything. “Mom, we were out there talking and then we had to wait for the rain to pass--” April raised her hand as she interrupted him. “Stop.” She stared directly into his eyes. “Don’t you dare lie to me. Even through this heavy rain I could see my shed rocking from the kitchen window. I’m not stupid. I know what you were doing out there.” She rolled her eyes as she took another drink. “I’m just glad the Krimshaws didn’t look in the backyard before they left.” Dawn groaned, then spoke in a thin voice, “I’m really sorry.” “Sit down, you two.” April gestured to both of them with an arched eyebrow. They didn’t look at each other as they sat down, both of them dreading this talk. April leaned forward, putting her elbows on the table, clasping her hands together. “So, how long’s this been going on?” Jordan answered first. “Not long.” “How long’s ‘not long’?” April asked. His first instinct was to tell her to mind her own business. They were both of legal age and she had no right to ask them any questions. But when he saw the hurt in his mother’s eyes, he knew he had to explain. “It just started last week.” April shook a finger at him. “I told you, don’t lie to me.” “He’s not lying.” Dawn shook her head rapidly, trying to convince her. “The first time was last Tuesday. It’s all brand new.” “It’s true, Mom,” Jordan said. “It was Tuesday and I was sick about it for days.” “Me too.” Dawn sniffled, feeling herself start to cry. “I was so afraid of hurting you, Mom.” April was deeply touched. She referred to Dawn as a daughter all the time, but Dawn rarely called her ‘Mom.’ She put her hand on Dawn’s. “I love you.” She looked across the table at Jordan. “And I love you.” April then put her palms against her forehead, groaning in frustration. Jordan and Dawn’s eyes met. Neither of them had ever seen her do that. “What’s wrong?” Jordan asked. April sighed loudly. “I feel so bad. I guess I should’ve had more faith in you guys.” She took a big enough sip of her wine to empty the glass, then plunked it down on the table. “I sort of assumed you’d always been doing it all these years.” Jordan’s jaw dropped. “All these years? Are you serious?”

She nodded. “I saw this talk show years ago where they gave a statistic. They said over eighty percent of teenage step-siblings were likely to have sex if they lived under the same roof. You know, experimenting mostly.” Jordan’s jaw dropped again. “You mean I could’ve been,” his eyes darted around the room as he thought of a cleaner word than ‘fucking’ to use in front of his mom, “sleeping with my hot little stepsister all these years and you would’ve approved? Do you know how rough this has been for me? Especially when you had me spank her?” “No, no, no.” April narrowed her eyes at Jordan and shook her head. “I didn’t say I’d approve. I just thought you might be doing it. I tried to keep a close eye on you and make sure you weren’t at home by yourselves very much.” She sighed. “And if I ever caught you together I planned to sit you down for a talk. Which is what we’re doing now.” The nervous feeling in Dawn’s stomach lessened enough for her to ask a question. “So, are you mad at us, or what?” April gave Dawn a sad look. “I really don’t know what to think about it, honey.” Jordan glared at his mom. “Well, given the fact that you thought were already doing it, you’ve had plenty of time to get used to the idea. Unlike me.” He gritted his teeth. “Or me,” Dawn said. “It’s been a bad week. Well," she turned to Jordan with a grin, “actually it’s been great.” Jordan met her eyes, smiling for the first time since he sat down. “Yeah, it has. The only bad part was the guilt.” He put his hand on Dawn’s. “And now I guess we don’t have to hide it anymore. That’s a relief.” Dawn wove her fingers in between his. “Yeah, that’s for sure.” “Wait.” He looked at his mom. “Unless you want us to hide it for a little while, if it’s embarrassing for you. But we can’t hide it for much longer." April watched as they held hands and smiled sweetly at each other. She was mentally prepared for this conversation with two horny teenagers, and that’s not who they were. “Hide it?” she asked. “You mean there’s a real relationship to hide? It’s more than just sex?” Dawn nodded enthusiastically, widening her eyes for extra emphasis. Jordan answered, “Hell yeah, it’s more than just sex.” He was still irritated that he’d lived with the unnecessary guilt for so long. “Oh my.” April’s eyes filled with unexpected tears. “Wow.” “What?” Dawn grabbed April’s hand. “I’m sorry. The last thing I’d ever wanna do is hurt you. I know you think of me as a daughter--” “Yes,” April said, smiling as she wiped tears away with her free hand. “And you might even be my daughter-in-law. Who knows?” She laughed. “I’d never have to worry about my son bringing

home some horrible woman who I’ll have to pretend to like for the sake of my grandchildren.” April stood up and extended her arms to Dawn to give her a hug. Jordan smiled as he observed their joyful embrace. He thought back to earlier that evening, when he cringed as his mom just barely talked about his love life. And now, a mention of Dawn as her daughter-in-law made his heart soar. He knew this girl inside and out. He knew what made her tick and what made her happy. They’d seen each other at their best and at their worst. Sure, there were things he didn’t like about her. She could be a real bitch sometimes, like she was earlier that evening. He smiled, imagining all the spankings she had coming to her. His frustration with his mom disappeared when he realized he had her to thank. If she hadn’t married Charles, he never would’ve met Dawn, the girl he’d fallen in love with. I’m so fucking clueless sometimes, Jordan thought. When his mom walked around to his side of the table, he stood up and hugged her with a devotion she hadn’t felt from him since he was a boy. He whispered in her ear, “I love you, Mama,” and kissed her cheek. April pulled away from him, her eyes misty. She reached up and put her hand on his cheek. “I love you too, sweetheart.” Then she laughed. “I guess I can tell Sheila you won’t be meeting her niece.” Dawn groaned, loudly. She would make no apology for her anger. “No. He sure as hell won’t.” April laughed. Jordan winked at Dawn and blew her a kiss. He wondered if his friends at Zander Farms would let him have a wedding in that clearing someday.

THE END Thank you for reading “Spank Me, Big Brother,” by Bree Jandora. If you wish to read a sequel about Dawn and Jordan, please email me at [email protected]. I’m open to suggestion. :) Visit Bree’s website: breejandora.com I write stories like these because I have a spanking fetish. It’s not because I’m trying to make a quick buck. Having said that, if you have any suggestions for what you like in a spanking story, please email me ([email protected]). This type of story is a lot of fun for me to write. Random useless info: Jordan’s character is a biker because I had just gotten into the FX series “Sons of Anarchy” when I started to write this book. And now for some samples. I hope you enjoy them.

*** A short sample from “Daddy Does Dallas,” by Nikki Palmer “Why aren’t you at work, Daddy?” she asked. What a stupid question. Oh man, was she ever going to get it. She pulled her hand out of her panties and pushed her long blond hair back over her shoulder. What was he going to do to her? “I had several hours between clients so I came home for a while. Why aren’t you at school?” He took a step into her room and saw what was on her monitor. Why hadn’t she had the sense to close her laptop? “What in the hell are you looking at, girl?" She closed the computer with a resounding snap. Her eyes were wide as they met his. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just didn’t want to have to go to school on my birthday. I’m eighteen!” “You live in my house, so you live by my rules. Why are you looking at dirty pictures on the internet? Your mother would roll over in her grave if she knew.” He sighed and shook his head at her. “I’m going to have to spank you.” She shook her head back away against the headboard of her full-sized bed. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t ever do it again.” “No, you won’t ever do it again, because you’re going to learn your lesson today.” He reached down and took the laptop away from her and set it on her dresser. Turning back he motioned for her to stand. “Your mama would never forgive me if I let you get away without spanking your little ass for this, Daisy. I need you to take your panties off first. It’s going to hurt more with nothing between my hand and your bare bottom.”

“Daddy Does Dallas,” by Nikki Palmer Available at all major eBook retailers. nikkipalmererotica.com *** A short sample from “Samantha Gets Spanked,” by Samantha Whitney I didn’t turn to give him another look. With my panties pulled down, I bent forward, across his lap. He immediately grabbed my waist and pushed me along a little further until my hands lay flat against the carpet and my feet no longer touched the floor. Mr. Murphy couldn’t see it, but I was smiling ear to ear. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, reveling in the way his strong arm secured me to his lap. He grabbed my panties and pulled them down to my knees. Maybe this won’t be bad at all, I thought, as I felt a cool draft of air against my bare skin. And then the spanking began. Immediately, I knew I was wrong. I screamed, “Ow!” when the first blow landed. It was obvious that Mr. Murphy didn’t require the aid of a belt or a paddle, because his hand could painfully do the job all by itself.

“Samantha, I’m not gonna take it easy on you like I did the first time," he said. “You’re a big girl now.” He gave me a sharp smack, making me scream once again. “You knew better. I shouldn’t have to take a college girl over my knee for a spanking.” “You still don’t have to!” I gritted my teeth, bracing myself for the next blow. Mr. Murphy laughed, then smacked me again. This time I started kicking my legs. “Hold still,” he said, his laughter quickly subsiding. “Your butt’s gonna be on fire by the time I’m done with it.” He gave me another hard slap, then another, then another, until I was unable to hold back my tears. I knew if Trish was awake she could hear all the noise from her room. I tried to tell myself that I wanted this, and that the man I’d thought about all those years was doing exactly what I desired. But nothing took away my pain, or my tears. In between loud slaps at my bare bottom, he barked things like, “you’re overdue for this,” and, “thought you were an adult, huh?” “Samantha Gets Spanked,” by Samantha Whitney Available at all major eBook retailers samanthawhitneywriter.com *** A short sample from “Safe With Me, Part 6,” by Shaina Richmond Read the first two parts for free at Shaina’s website: shainarichmond.com/freebooks I forced a smile in return, then closed my eyes, trying to focus on the task at hand. I used my fingers to penetrate myself for a while longer before changing positions - rolling over and propping myself up on my hands and knees, hopefully giving the camera a lovely view of my ass. “Oh yeah. That’s nice," Tyler said. I stretched one arm down between my legs to spread my lips wide open to fuck myself with my fingers again, nice and slow. It always turned me on to do it for the camera, but doing it for Tyler and a camera... I knew I was going to come, soon. I moved my fingers to my clit, rubbing it as fast as I could. I heard Tyler moving the chair, then typing, then shutting his laptop. He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, easing himself inside me. “Yes!” I screamed. I was so grateful for that big cock. It always knew how to stick me just right. He wasn’t going hard or fast, but he used his hips with great skill and precision, giving me just the kind of fucking I needed right then. In, then out, in deep, even strokes. “Oh Tyler.” I heard my impending orgasm calling my name. The pressure built slowly with the steady rhythm of his cock. That’s when his palm struck my ass with a loud smack. I squealed and fell forward, doing my best to keep my fingers against my clit. It needed me now more than ever. “Yes!” I yelled. “You’re such a bad girl.” He smacked me again. A high-pitched shriek of joy came from the back of my throat. “Yeah. You’re so fuckin’ bad.” Tyler gave me another swat while maintaining his speed inside me. “You need a spanking.” Smack! “For what you just did on that camera.” Smack! “Uh huh,” I said, barely able to speak.

“Bad little girl.” Smack! “You’re really gonna get it.” Smack! I rubbed my clit faster and opened my mouth, wailing loudly as I came. Tyler took firm hold of my hips with both hands and drove himself into me faster and deeper until I fell forward and collapsed on my face, trying to catch my breath. “We’re not done.” Tyler chuckled. “Get on your back.” “Hold on." I took another moment for a deep breath before rolling over. He immediately grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand up to his mouth, looking into my eyes as he licked my fingers. I laughed as I watched his greedy tongue slide all over my hand. Tyler shook his head. “I can’t get enough of that.” He took both hands and pushed my arms over my head, holding them down on the bed. In the same fluid motion, his cock slipped inside me. “Safe With Me, An Erotic Romance Series," by Shaina Richmond Available at all major eBook retailers. Read the first two parts for free at Shaina’s website: shainarichmond.com/freebooks