Big brother’s Baubles

All characters 18+ and consenting.

Author’s note; I wanted to write a Christmas story. I have a few other stories set with a backdrop of a Christmas theme. Let me know if you like these “themed” stories.

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“Come on Aaron, help me would you?” Cindy called from down the hall, dragging the heavy ornament box behind her up the vinyl hallway floor.

Aaron said nothing in reply, he merely sat on the lounge, the comforting softness of the pillows only exaggerated by the snow outside; if there were any.

Watching the tv he mindlessly flicked through the channels, turning his nose up at new releases as well as re-runs. He leaned back into his cosy spot, snuggling deeper into his thick woollen blanket as Cindy pulled the box past, dropping it in front of him.

His sister stood in front of him, hands on her delicate hips, panting heavily, her head and forearms covered in a light amount of sweat.

“All the way from the attic. All the way down the stairs, then down the hall…all by myself!” Cindy said frustratedly, smacking Aaron with a throw pillow, the impact nothing more than distracting.

Pouting, she placed her hands on her hips again, her lo-rise leggings sat teasingly above her nether regions, the full delight of her tight stomach on display.

Her leggings gripped her phenomenal thighs and flared outward as they cascaded around her shins. She stood there for a while longer, the look of visible confusion and distaste palpable yet Aaron said nothing.

“Ugh! You’re so useless!” She cried, pulling the top of the heavy box open, grabbing handfuls of tinsel.

“Mum and Dad are out on business trips, if we don’t do this now they’ll come home to a pretty lousy Christmas.” She continued, wrapping a golden wad of tinsel around the staircase bannister.

Turning back toward the box she reached in and pulled out a stocking. Cindy walked over to the fireplace and quickly attached it before returning to the box.

She reached in again and, to her surprise, didn’t feel the soft, inviting fabric of the Christmas stocking. She leaned in, shoving both her hands in deep, her crop top with the spaghetti straps barely containing her young bouncy breasts. As she dug in deeper she looked up, about to ask Aaron for help. To her surprise she already saw him staring.

“Ew you perv!” She said sitting bolt upright, pulling her shirt up to conceal her massive cleavage, further exposing she athletically toned stomach accidentally.

“I wasn’t looking, honest.” Aaron said, barely awake, his tone anything but convincing.

Cindy shook her head, her fringe whipping across her slightly sweaty face as she rolled her eyes at her dishevelled brother.

He sat in a personal ass grove on the couch, a blanket covering him from head to toe, the television blaring yet he didn’t seem to be watching it, Cindy eyed him curiously wondering if he was even awake or merely just going through the motions.

Thinking no more of it, she pulled the box closer to the corner of the room where the naked Christmas Tree was sat. The mighty tree was real and had only been cut a few days ago, hand delivered by some macho beef cakes, Cindy smiled, remembering how the delivery men looked at her.

Combing single strands of hair behind her ear she grew slightly red remembering the encounter as she placed the baubles on the tree.

One after the other she pulled them delicately from the box and attached them to the tree, taking care to spread the colours around as close to evenly as the tree would allow.

She rearranged some, bending down deeply, her hamstrings tightening as she did. She leaned into the tree to reach smaller more intimate branches. Every so often she tiptoed barely able to attach the ornaments to the higher branches.

As she decorated, still bent over, Cindy pulled her head back and noticed how the light caught the baubles, it was so tantalising. She looked at one, noticing she could see the reflection of the room behind her in it. Gasping she spun around at the sight of the perversion.

“Oh my god you’re masturbating!” Cindy yelled in an accusatory manner, pointing her finger.

With ludicrous speed Aaron whipped the blanket back up onto himself, feigning innocence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said dopily, almost putting it on.

Cindy walked over and stood above him, her arms crossed and face screwed up in an angered look. On the verge of snapping at him she smiled before forcing it down.

She had an idea.

“You’re right.” She began, throwing up her once accusatory hands in defeat, backing away toward the Christmas Tree. “I shouldn’t accuse you of that stuff. You’d never do that.” She said turning around.

“Yeah never.” Aaron replied, his guard down for only a moment.

Rapidly and before he could think Cindy spun around, with a tight hand she grabbed the excess blanket and ripped it hard, yanking it away from her brother. As she did so she saw him flail his arms to cover himself but it was no use; Cindy stood gobsmacked as her brother embarrassingly nursed a thick, long boner.

Aaron’s cheeks grew fiercely red, his head shrinking down upon his neck as of like a turtle he was trying to retreat into his shell. Cindy pointed instinctively at him and began to cackle, mocking him with her pointed sisterly laughter.

“Oh my god you were jerking off!” She said through spats of laughter, her face growing redder by the second, the air not able to reach her lungs.

“Shut up.” Aaron said, covering his shame with a nearby pillow.

“It’s SO small!” Cindy said teasingly, not truly believing her words.

Aaron shot out of his chair, eager to defend himself; “No it’s not. It’s 7 inches. That’s above average.” He finished, a nerve obviously struck.

Cindy’s mouth dropped open just slightly as she saw her naked brother in full view for the first time. His long, veiny cock standing at attention, begging to be touched, to be stroked, a thin layer of pre-cum already around the head.

She looked below the girth dick and saw two big masculine balls, hanging heavy in his sack, full of his sexual seed, dying to be drained.

Unconsciously she bit her lip, feeling a slight tingle in her clit she felt the redness of her cheeks return but this time not due to laughter.

Folding her legs over one another she stood, her own sexual desire growing instantly, not due to the long cock that dripped at the sight of her but the two massive bollocks that hung in the balance.

Her brother’s baubles excited her. Devilishly she smiled, she had another plan;

“Wait til mum and dad hear about this.” She said in a prodding tone, as she went back to the box of ornaments and began redecorating the tree ever so slowly

“No don’t tell them. Cindy please I’ll do anything.” Aaron pleaded in reply, his horny cock still hungry for attention

“Really? Anything?” She pried.

“Anything.” Aaron affirmed.

“Okay well give me my Christmas Present early.” Cindy ordered.

Aaron sighed, his boner slightly deflating as he took a step toward Cindy.

“I haven’t got you one yet. I know I know, Christmas is only a day or so away, but I’ll get you one, trust me.” He replied, defeatedly.

“Oh silly you already have one; in fact you have two!” She replied gingerly, almost ecstatic.

Aaron raised a quizzical eyebrow at Cindy.

“You’re gonna give me your balls.”

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“Wait what?” Aaron yelled.

“You’re gonna let me kick them. Right here right now. And If I want, I’ll punch them, and knee them…maybe even a squeeze for good measure.” Cindy continued, ever so sure of herself. Proud even more so that she was vocalising it.

“Cindy I don’t think—“

“You said anything Aaron and unless you want mum and dad to know you were jerking off to your sister no less, you’ll let me have my fun.” Cindy replied, using his own words against him.

With a sigh Aaron agreed. Nodding in acceptance he spread his stance wider, giving Cindy a better view and a better potential angle. The room was a large lounge room, fit with a burning fireplace and a large wall mounted television and an L-bend lounge.

Aaron stood at the edge of the L, his legs spread and hands behind his back. Nervously he watched as Cindy paced back and forth, her gaze never leaving his genitals.

Slowly the pacing grew to a stop before Cindy came to face Aaron. She took a step closer, her training sneakers still on her slender feet from the earlier workout of carrying the heavy box.

She grew closer, swinging fake, deliberate “practice kicks” in the direction of Aaron’s balls, none connecting merely finding their aim.

“I’m not sure I’m—“ Aaron began as a surprising and forceful snap kick was launched into his dangling manhood, the unexpected smack of the sneaker into his heavy, cum filled balls sent ripples of pain through his body, his legs unable to remain standing.

With a guttural grunt of pain Aaron fell back into the soft lounge, his hands clutching at his potentially destroyed sack. Fondling his family jewels he rolled and groaned into the couch as Cindy came closer, smacking his distressed hands away.

“That was so fun, let’s try this on for size.” She said, squeezing both testicles with a devilish and fearsome force. Aaron reached for a nearby pillow and slammed it onto his face as he belted out screams into it, the fabric and interior of the pillow muffling his pained screams.

“Oh it can’t be that bad you big baby—“ Cindy began, squeezing even tighter. “Your cock is practically leaking.” She said, flicking his tender dick tip with her free hand.

The flick sent a new jolt of pain into Aaron’s body, he felt like convulsing, only held back by the sudden and unexpected mix of pain and endorphins; a new, sexual euphoria.

As the pain continued Aaron focused on his dick and balls and, throughout the squeezing felt his dick grow harder, to an almost painful level. He felt the warm, sticky pre-cum spurt out of him as the squeezing transitioned into playful ball slaps, Cindy giggling all the while.

Groaning and croaking Aaron felt like throwing up in one breath and cumming in the next. The pain was a devious decadence, a new found high. The slaps built in intensity with each passing hit, Aaron unable to move from the couch, trapped beneath her sister’s slaps.

With a cautious hand he approached her deathlike grip and placed his hand over hers, blocking his soon to be swelling bollocks.

“Please.” He beckoned.

Cindy, smiling ear to ear, saw the hand, her smile quickly vanishing, replaced by frustration. She smacked his hands away, revealing the tight grip his had on his balls. He was fully exposed and at her mercy.

Breathing heavy he could feel every nerve ending across his body, every pubic hair standing upright. He was scared but also exhilarated. It hurt so bad but as soon as she stopped he craved another.

He shouldn’t want this; and definitely not from his sister! But, alas, here and now, in their empty family home, his mother and father away he had become his little sister’s bitch.

Failure to uphold his end of the deal meant an awful conversation with mum and dad. Aaron swallowed hard preparing for the worst; he just hoped his sister would be kind.

“It’s so fun hitting your balls, we should do it more often.” Cindy said, unable to contain her giggle. “This is the best Christmas gift ever.”

“Glad you like it.” Aaron said, his breathing heavy and balls ever so sore. “This is…this is kinda fun.” Aaron admitted nervously.

Cindy giggled, pulling him to his feet.

“It’s about to get a lot more fun.” She replied leading him over to the Christmas tree. She positioned him in front of it, as if posing for a Christmas card.

She lightly tapped his inner thighs, gesturing for Aaron to spread his stance slightly. As he did so Cindy bounced happily, her perky young boobs jiggling distractingly, soothing Aaron’s aching crotch.

“Grab a set of baubles.” Cindy gestured.

Aaron reached into the box, he pulled out a set of crystal baubles. He held them outward as Cindy indicated.

“Now you’re gonna hold those expensive ornaments out while I kick you. Don’t drop them now or mum and dad will be mad.” Cindy said in a playfully bratty tone.

Aaron nodded as he firmed his grip around the baubles, awaiting the kick. Cindy launched at him, ripping a powerful boot up into his testicles, lifting him off the ground. Aaron squeaked like a pitiful mouse before the air returned to his lungs allowing for a massive pained bellow.

His nutsack screamed to him as if on fire. He fell to his knees, having the understanding to roll his hands inward, protecting the ornaments. He lay face down on the vinyl floor, the cool material against his flustered hot face.

“Two more okay? Then I’ll let you rest.” Cindy said lifting Aaron by his hair, giving him no respite.

Despite his pleas and half hearted begging Cindy stood him up again, gesturing for him to stand tall. Aaron felt as though his balls, like the baubles he held, would shatter with the next kick. His brain was overcome with pain, his synapses firing on all cylinders, his CNS system nearly fried.

Yet, in the midst of all that he felt that his dick was harder than ever, practically a faucet of pre-cum. A new sensual pleasure feeling deep in his balls and shaft permeated out. It felt otherworldly.

Lost in his thoughts he was snapped back to reality as yet another ludicrously powerful kick met its mark, crumpling Aaron like yesterday’s newspaper. As he writhed on the floor, a puddle of pain he felt his dick twinge wildly a crazed surge of pleasure rolling across his body. Something was happening.

Like before Cindy grabbed him and pulled him to his feet, laughing and giggling all the while, her boobs jostling around in her too-small top, her ass popping with every step. Fuck she was sexy, thought Aaron as the pain felt like it had began to merge with the mysterious pleasure. His dick twitched uncontrollably, as if on the verge.

Before long the third kick came, finding its mark squarely on his left nut, slamming it between her foot and his leg. As she recoiled her leg Cindy laughed, expecting Aaron to falter and fail like he had before. To her amazement he stood tall, groaned and gasping. She took a careful step toward him as his groans of pain switched almost instantly to moans of pleasure.

Like a feeling unrivalled Aaron was pushed over the edge of pleasure, a cascade of endorphins and adrenaline shot down his spine and all across his body, his dick exploding with a massive milky white cumshot, spraying the floor, ornament box and his sexy sister.

Like a firehose his dick erupted, Cindy darted forward, wrapping a hand around him, grabbing it at the tail end of the cumshot. Steadying it and helping pump him. A guttural, almost primal moan leapt from his lungs as his sister stroked his still cumming dick, the pulsating vibrating her hand. Two more thick shots flew out, landing squarely on Cindy’s bent over breasts.

As she let go of his throbbing member, Aaron fell to the floor, the baubles slipping from his hands as he lost all motor function. As he landed he heard the ornaments smash his hot body enveloping the cold floor. He felt his dick swing up and smack his stomach just below his belly button.

With a sigh of relief he raised a weary, semi-dizzy head from the ground to look at Cindy. She was wiping the cum splatter from her in between her boobs. With a cheeky smile she looked out the window before leaning over him;

“I guess it is a white Christmas after all.”

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