Bratty sister busts my balls first thing in the morning. (my first story)

Hello! This is my first story, and I've never written anything before. It's pretty short but wanted to give it a try.



\*\*\*ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OLD\*\*\*



\*smack!\*

"ahh!"

Early Saturday morning and once again I'm awoken by that familiar pain between my legs, spreading to a dull ache in my stomach. Though still half asleep and in a daze, I was unable to react before the second hit came.

\*slap!\*

"Ohhh..."

Opening my eyes, I see the familiar sight of my sister kneeling next to me on my bed, her ass toward my face and her attention directed to my most vulnerable place. This had become my routine morning recently, with my sister sneaking into my room to wake me up by hitting my balls. Giggling, she wound her hand back for another slap, and though I was awake and oriented at this point, I pretended not to be, spreading my legs slightly to open a path for her. Down her hand came, smacking my nuts a third time.

\*smack!\*

"Ah! Nat, my nuts!"

My younger sister Natalie, a year my junior and about a head shorter than I, was adored by everyone. She had shoulder-length brown hair, modest breasts, and freckles on her nose, cheeks, and shoulders. She was Valedictorian of her graduating class and popular at the college both of us attended. In all of her classes she was always surrounded by friends, and the general consensus held was that she was a cheerful but shy young woman who could befriend anyone. I, however, knew the truth; that my younger sister was a ballbusting brat, and since she had walked in on me with morning wood a few weeks ago, she had made it her mission to keep my dick in check and my balls bruised.

"Slapping your stupid balls never gets old!" she said, turning back to me when she noticed I was awake. She rolled off the bed and walked to the door. "I'll have breakfast ready soon, so get dressed and come downstairs". As she walked to the door, I watched her ass sway back and forth, barely covered by her short shorts. I let out a sigh of relief as she left the room, not for the safety of my balls, but because she had not noticed how hard my dick was. While she was hiding from everyone else how much of a brat she was, I was hiding from her how much I *fucking loved it.* I waited a few minutes for my erection to go down, then got up to put some pants on and walked downstairs.

As I turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I saw Natalie sitting at our small kitchen table, scrolling on her phone and eating a bowl of cereal. In front of her was a box of cereal and an empty bowl. "Cereal? I don't think this counts as cooking breakfast." She gave me an annoyed look and responded "Just try it, you might like it", as if I didn't already know what cereal tasted like. I grab the milk from the fridge, sat across from her, and made my cereal. "Yep, tastes like cereal" I told her in an annoyed tone after taking a bite, and without looking up from my phone, she kicked her leg out from under the table and hit me in the balls.

\*thump!\*

"oohhh!"

I dropped my spoon on the table as my hands went down to my crotch. "You really shouldn't talk shit when your nuts are so easy to kick." She noticed me shifting in my seat while holding my crotch and started giggling again. "Wow, that must have been a good kick if you're still holding them!." I laughed nervously and nodded my head. "Yeah, you got em' good that time." She smiled and went back to her phone, and my tensed shoulders relaxed. *Thank god she thought I was holding my balls and not covering my hard dick*. As I started to think about other things to get my cock under control, she stood up and put her bowl and spoon in the sink. "C'mon, we're going out today."

"Oh um, OK, gimme a minute."

"Um no? Let's go right now."

"I'm still waking up, gimme a sec."

I desperately tried to stall her until my erection died down, but seeing her put her hands on her hips and making that damn bratty pose wasn't helping. She walked up to me with an annoyed expression on her face, pointing down at my lap. "Do you need your nuts cracked again?" My dick twitched as she said this and I squirmed in my seat. This must have annoyed her as she grabbed my shoulder and tried to force me to stand. She got me to a half-standing position, using her left hand on my shoulder to hold me up and reaching down with her right hand to slap my balls.

\*slap!\*

\*smack!\*

I stood there half-standing as my sister held me up and slapped my balls over and over with her open hand. *Fuck, she's gunna find out my dick is hard!* I moved to push her off me, but in twisting my body toward her, her hand hit my hard dick instead, causing her to let out a quiet yelp and back up. "What was that?! Balls aren't hard like that!! She looked down at my crotch, and facing her with my dick completely hard in sweatpants there was no way to hide what was happening. She stared at my dick for a few seconds with wide eyes and her mouth slightly agape. "Oh, I see..." *Shit shit shit!* I felt a pit in my stomach at the realization that my sister had just found out about my secret fetish. She looked my in the eyes and the expression on her face went from confusion to mild annoyance. "You still have morning wood, huh?"

"uh, what?"

"seriously, I've already hit your nuts a bunch of times this morning, how has it not gone down yet?"

"oh uh, yeah. You know, morning wood. Guess it hasn't gone down..."

It was like the weight of the world was off my shoulders. Being handed an "out of jail free card" without any effort, I must have used all my good karma up for the year. "So I'll just go take care of this, and then we'll go", I told her as I started walking to the stairs. Before I could make it there, I felt her hand grab my shoulder. "No, that'll take forever. I'll get rid of it". My first thought was that she was coming on to me. *There's no way I heard that right.* I turned to ask her to repeat herself, but was interrupted by a sharp pain in my crotch as she has brought her knee up into my already sore balls.

"Ohh fuck..."

"That'll take too long, I'll just crack your nuts again and it'll go away".

Before I had time to respond, she brought her knee up again with more force, hitting my balls and causing me to stand on my tippy toes. Losing my balance, I fell into her, my hands landing on each side of her waist. As her third knee connected with my balls, I watched her face next to mine, and saw an excited face staring down at her target. While her abuse always turned me on, seeing her so excited about it took things to a new level. I joined her in looking down, and saw my dick twitching more than before. "Seriously, I've never seen a dick this hard. What were you dreaming of last night?" She clenched her fist and brought it back behind her, winding up for a punch.

"Hey wait wait wait, this isn't gunna help!"

"What are you talking about? No way you're gunna be hard after this!"

"Nat, stop!"

She swung her fist down in and arc and smashed into my balls, causing me to bend forward further and bury my face into her neck. Being so close to her face, being able to smell the fragrant shampoo from her hair, feeling her slim waist with my hands, and feeling my already bruised balls get smacked with her fist over and over, I came to a terrifying realization. *Fuck, I'm about to cum!* My brain told me, screamed at me to push her off and run, but my body was unwilling. After years of fantasizing, there was no way I could muster the willpower to resist. I clung to her tighter, wrapping my hands all the way around her waist and snuggling my face next to hers, accepting my fate. As her fist connect with its target again, I went over the edge.

"Ahh! Fuck! Nat!!"

"W-what the hell?!"

As my entire body tensed, I came in my pants, completely drenching my sweatpants and her fist. My climax lasted for what seemed like forever, both of us frozen in place, until My body relaxed and I staggered back away from her in a daze. Nat stood still in front of me looking down at her hand, her bangs in her face so that I couldn't gauge her expression. As my mind cleared and I came to, she looked up. *How the fuck do I explain myself out of this one?* Expecting an expression of rage, instead I was looking at a face I had never seen her make at home. Her face was a deep crimson, and she was trying off and on to make eye contact with me. Unsure of what excuse would help here, I started talking and hoped I could come up with something. "Um, uh..."

"..."

"Uh, Nat, umm..."

She continued to fidget in place, and then started taking a deep breath, as if she were about to shout at the top of her lungs. She looked up at me, embarrassment clear on her beat-red face, and barely above a whisper said "I'm gunna wash my hands, then we'll go." Nat turned to walk up the stairs, then paused before turning around and yelling "and change your pants, too!" She ran up the stairs and out of sight, followed by the sound of her door slamming shut. I stood there for a couple of minutes, dumbstruck and trying to process everything that happened before heading up the stairs to my room. "Well," I said to myself, "how do I explain this one away?"



Thank you for reading! Any constructive criticism is welcome!