Nothing Better to Do...

Hello, long time no see! I've noticed a rather sharp up-tick in familial stories and it inspired me to try my hand at one. It's a bit on the short side but, maybe this will become a new series or maybe it'll spur me back into action for diving into more writing! As per usual with my writing, the story is partially driven by an AI. I probably wrote about 85-90% of this one because I'm a bit out of practice with the AI guiding but, I think I've found some fun new AI programs to tinker with; namely HoloAI.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I'll see y'all around!

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Our story begins in the humble, yet boring, suburban town of Hawthorne. This town provides little to do between the alpines that surround the city, aside from wrestle and playfight using your imagination. Many young men and women in this town grew up trying to "rassle" or roleplay a giant battlefield of goblins and heroes. However, this particular story finds us in the Valero home, a household where two young Hawthornians constantly find themselves at war with one another. Their turmoil is often ignored or unseen by their parents, as they've got jobs and lives that go beyond paying attention to every little spat that occurs between their, now young adult, children. Cassandra is a young girl who finds herself in a constant battle of wits with her brother, Woodrow. She uses use her cunning wit to overcome the obvious physical advantages her brother poses.

Cassandra is the youngest child of the Valero household and lives with her older brother Woodrow and their two parents who are often not home due to their working conditions. Cassandra's favorite technique to win against her brother is a well-placed foot in his fat balls. Though she uses this quite often and her brother has built up a tolerance to her antics, so she's had to resort to hitting him far harder than she used to or far more often to soften up his strong balls. Woodrow fancies himself a kind, yet rowdy male with a well-toned and muscular physique. His, much like Cassandra's, dark chestnut hair sits atop his head in a mess; although his sister's hair is much longer and flows like a fine milk chocolate fountain. Woodrow and Cassandra are often left alone in their home, whilst their parents are out working due to a busy schedule. This allows them to get into all manner of trouble without fear of being grounded or reprimanded for getting rough and rowdy.

"What're you going to do, Woody?" Cassandra teased, knowing her brother hated that nickname. It always got him fuming mad, where he would usually open himself up for an attack because he would lash out in a fit of rage.

"Cass! I told you to stop calling me that!" Woodrow hissed, lunging at her, just as she had predicted.

"I can't help it! It's fun!" Cassandra giggled, avoiding his charge.

"You're in for it now!" Woodrow roared as he predicted her movements and latched his arms around her in a mighty bearhug. His grip was tight and her arms were pinned to her sides. With her brother's unexpected prediction, Cassandra did her best to squirm her way out of his grasp, but he was strong and his hold was tight. As expected, she'd gotten him to open himself up, despite his strong grasp on her, he needed a wide stance to hold her this tightly and this firmly. Her feet her dangling perfectly between his open legs, she needed to wait just long enough for him to think he'd won, then she would strike.

"Let... go... of... me..." Cassandra tried to say through her laughter.

"Not until you give me what I want!" he snarled.

"Okay! Okay! I'll give you a kiss!"

"A what?"

"A kiss! That's all you want from me, isn't it?"

"What the hell Cass, no! I want an apology!"

"Psh! As if!" Cassandra scoffed and pouted, "do you know how lucky you would be to get a kiss from me?"

"That's gross! I'm going to crush you even more for that one!" Woodrow was now leaning back as he wrapped his arms into a tighter grip around her dainty form, but in doing so furthered his stance and pushed his hips forward.

"You should've accepted my offer," Cassandra chuckled between breaths, her back popping at the force Woodrow put into his bearhug. She grit her teeth as she endured her brother's tightening grip, taking in a deep breath as she focused all of her effort into this kick. The key was all about timing; this kick was meant to land right between Woodrow's thick, juicy testicles; catching them both flush with the top arch of her foot. Then again, she could use both of her feet to land a direct shot into both his balls, one foot for each fat nut; either way Cassie was going to crush his manhood. "Because the alternative..." her voice trailed off as she stretched her leg back as far as she could get it.

"What?" Woodrow demanded, tensing up in anticipation. Cassandra took a deep breath.

"...is a kick to the balls!" she giggled, as her brother's eyes bulged in shock and his face paled when he realized what was coming and that he was too late.

"Wait, no-!"

\*CRUNCH\*

Her leg swung perfectly in a neat arc, landing flush the bare skin of her toes against his fat balls through his soft, nylon shorts. The impact of her perfect skin against his barely protected balls was enough to cause his grip to weaken immediately, her toes feeling every detail of his most intimate area. His grip loosened as he let out a pained groan, the sound of his agony filling the room as he let out a pained and embarrassed groan. "Ohhh!" he cried out, dropping her as his hands grasped at his now semi-erect manhood.

"Awww..." she cooed. "That feels good, big bro!" Her brother gave a cry of agony, collapsing onto the floor as he held himself in pain. Cassandra gave a triumphant laugh, sitting on her brother's lap and rubbing his head. "You should've seen your face!" she giggled. "It was priceless!" Woodrow groaned, as he laid on the carpeted floor, trying to get his breath back. He was now attempting to do a quick assessment of his manhood, in the hopes of a quick fix to the pain. "My balls..." he muttered to himself. "Cass, you..."

Cassandra beams brightly with a huge smile and giggles. "I know, Woody. I felt every delicious moment of my toes kissing your fragile nuggets." She laughs at the sight of her brother doubled over in agony, holding his testicles in pain.

"I'm.. going to kill you," he swore, "for making.. me feel this way... Ughh!"

Cassandra laughs as she rubs his head. "Well you should've thought of that before you got your hands on me, big brother!"

"Fuck... How did we even get here?" Woodrow moans in exquisite agony on the floor in a crumpled-up position. "What were we even fighting for again?"

"You were yelling at me again for walking around the house with just my little tank top and panties, remember? To which I giggled and just told you to stop staring at me! Then you wanted to wrestle, loser has to wear what the winner decides! Then I called you your favorite nickname and you saw red, don't cha remember, Woody?" Cassandra giggled to herself again as she teased her brother over his name.

Woodrow just moaned and grumbled as he writhed on the carpet, where he eventually flipped himself face down. He raised his ass into the air, spreading his knees in an effort to let some air flow into his lightweight, nylon shorts. With his face buried in the carpet, his rear propped up in the air, Cassandra had a devilish idea spring to mind. It was a rare opportunity that she got Woodrow in such a compromising position, let alone the perfect position to punt his balls like a field goal.

"Woody, you know, since I won... You have to wear what I say, riiight?" her sing-song voice chirped like a bird in a Disney movie, she was so elated at her wicked idea.

"Ugh, fine, whatever. Can you just leave me alone for now?"

"Nope! I want you to change now... into your birthday suit!"

"What?! Why?! You're such a perv, I swear..." Woodrow complained but, he also began to comply as he pulled down his nylon shorts revealing his swelling, pink balls that were now nearing the size of lemons. His face burned red as this also revealed he had a half-chub that dangled and grazed against the carpet as it flopped at an impressive nine-and-a-half inches.

Cassandra cooed as she reached down and stroked his shaft a couple times, getting him up to full mast. A fully erect eleven inches in her hand as she stroked his member, to which he moaned but also barked out at her. "Hey! Y-You can't touch me like that! Back off!" he snarled, which she obeyed but only because she had something else in mind. Measuring up his dangling, juicy man-fruit Cassandra clicked her teeth with her tongue in a scolding manner.

"Tsk, tsk... You shouldn't be so rude, Woody. I was trying to do you a favor but, since you want to be an asshole about it," her voice trailed off as she took a step or two away from him before turning with a grin. "Maybe next time, you'll let me keep playing!"

With that, she took a brisk step forward before launching her foot up in a wicked arc between her brother's spread legs. Her beautiful bare foot connected with a sickening crunch and Woodrow let out an earsplitting yell of agony. The impact was so profound that brother and sister both stood in utter quiet and awe for a few momentary seconds before the silence was broken by Woodrow's screams. Her toes wriggled cruelly against every fiber of his bloated ballbag, squirming around against every deformed part of his sperm banks. His yelp of agony was accompanied by a sharp spray of semen as Cassandra kicked him so hard she forced an orgasm out of her brother. The sticky white cum dribbled into the carpet, and his moans of agony and ruined orgasm filled the air along with her own giggles of gleeful satisfaction.