Nothing Better to Do... (Part 2)

Here's the sequel to yesterday's story featuring Cassandra and Woodrow. This one is more of a tease but, that's because I couldn't quite commit to an ending yet. I want to get it right but, it's likely the series will end after the next chapter. That is, unless readers really seem to enjoy the series and characters. Either way, I hope you enjoy and I'll hopefully finish the third installment tomorrow!

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Woodrow wakes up in bed in a cold sweat. His chest glistening with sweat and his toned arms rippling with muscle as they clutched at his covers, he huffs, then gasps for oxygen, having awoken from a terrible nightmare. One which saw Cassandra, his sister, landing a backhand spring perfectly into his most sensitive parts. His cheeks flushed as he realized his cock had been hard as a rock and dripping with precum; had his nightmare really been more of a wet dream? Shaking his head, Woodrow refused to let his mind believe that he enjoyed his sister's testicular abuse that she so lovingly delivered unto him.


That being said, what to do about it? This monstrous presence looming over him and its intoxicating effect must somehow be removed. The question is: How? Woodrow decided that he should take action and put an end to all of these wet dreams of Cassandra's abuse to his balls. The dreams just reminded him too much of how abused and hurt it actually felt when Cassandra took advantage of his weakness. The more tolerant his balls became, the more devastating his sister's attacks had become. It was almost like he wasn't building a tolerance at all with the way she escalated her attacks to match his newfound resistance.


As if the night wasn't already bad enough, Woodrow rolled over onto his side to rest his eyes once more and contemplate his plan of action to end Cassandra's reign over him but ended up face to face with his sister instead. She was standing in his doorway, the hallway light casting a shadow over her features but he could tell she was looking at him. "Cass?" he called out, though she didn't give a response. Her shadowy form only moved closer to him and he felt his heart begin to race. He could feel the lump in his throat grow and grow until it felt like a boulder was lodged there, preventing him from swallowing. "Cassie…what are you doing?"


Cassandra's figure remained in the doorway, the light from the hallway not reaching the front of her as she stood with the light at her back. Her arms wrapped around herself and her head tilted slightly. "I can't sleep."


Woodrow couldn't help but feel a bit of relief. She wasn't here to do something awful. She was here to talk. "Can't sleep? What's wrong?" he asked, peering at her shadowy form with the light from the hall shading her from view.


"I…just can't sleep." Her voice was very quiet and he could barely hear it.


"Okay," he said, "Do you want to come in here and try sleeping?"


"I don't want to sleep."


"Okay," he said, feeling a bit surprised. "Then do you want to sit with me for a while?"


"No," she replied. "I just…wanted to talk to you."


"Okay," he said, a bit confused.


"I miss you."


Woodrow's eyes widened as the words hit him. "What?"


"I miss wrestling. I miss getting to kick you in the balls. I miss.. spending time with you."


Woodrow could feel his face flush and his heart rate increase. He swallowed nervously as he contemplated his next words. "Yeah…I miss you too."


"You miss me too? Are you saying, you still want to play-fight? I thought you hated fighting with me, since I always kick your balls."


"I don't hate fighting with you. I just don't like it when you abuse your dominance over me."


"Abuse my dominance? I don't abuse my dominance over you! I'm just doing what will help me win and it's not like you try to stop me. It's almost like you enjoy it when I kick you in the balls or something!"


"That's not how I meant it," Woodrow said, flushing.


"Then how did you mean it?" Cassandra asks, her figure moving towards him slowly.


"I…I just meant that I enjoy it when we wrestle and I- I don't know, it's fun playing with you."


"Do you enjoy it when I take you down?" Cassandra says, her voice softly dancing through the air. Her hand caressed his ankle, sliding up his leg across the calf.


"Y- you can't do that! We're brother and sister, you shouldn't touch me like this!" Woodrow says, feeling a bit nervous, yet his attempts to bat her hand away were half-hearted at best.


"Why not? You seem to enjoy it." Cassandra's face beamed with a bright smile, her long, dark chestnut hair spilling around her face to frame it perfectly.


"That's different! I can't help that my body gets stimulated at touching!" Woodrow said, scooting back to avoid her advances. "You're my sister and I love you but I don't want you touching me like that. It's weird."


"Why is it weird?"


"Just…don't do that! It's not right! And I shouldn't have to explain this to you, it's just... how things are!"


"I'm sorry," Cassandra said, her smile fading, "I just…I can't help it. I miss you so much. I wish we could be together more. I wish we could wrestle all the time and never stop. I wish your balls weren't so weak and I could just kick them and knee them all day and you would say things like, 'thank you, Cass' as I did it."


Woodrow couldn't concentrate clearly as Cassandra traced her fingers up his inner thigh while speaking to him in a lusty voice, her breath hot against his face as she got closer to him. Her massive breasts had already begun to touch his bare chest, he could feel her stiff nipples even through her cotton tank top. It was so lightweight and thin that it left next to nothing to his imagination. His erect cock twitched with glee as she teased him, but he just swallowed hard and tried to ignore her advances. "Cassandra! Please, you're my sister! You shouldn't be doing this! I... I would rather you kick me in the balls than this!" he suddenly blurted out.


"Is that a problem?" Cassandra asked, her dark blue eyes looking deep into his own.


"Yes, yes it is!"


"It doesn't seem like it, since you're practically begging me to do it. But, what's one more ball-kicking to a stunning young woman, like me, who has had her fair share of kicking balls?" a wry smile twists her lips as she licks them.


"I'm not-"


Cassandra drops down to her knees in front of him and looks up with a mischievous grin, "Look at me, Woodrow."


He meets her gaze, his cock throbbing with excitement as her eyes drop to his lap.


Woodrow's weak attempts to push her away slowly subsided as he realized that he was slowly beginning to lose his will to resist Cassandra, her beautiful form had all but sapped his willpower away from him. He loved her and wanted nothing more than to make her happy. She'd come to him this night because she couldn't sleep and he was willing to give anything she wanted.


"I…uhhh…" Woodrow stammers, his voice cracking as he feels Cassandra's hands wrap around his thick, full-mast eleven-inch shaft. A shiver runs down his spine as he sees the look of arousal on her face. He wants to deny her but, she keeps ignoring his pleas to stop and yet he can't find the strength to really stop her.


Her soft hands grasp him tightly and he lets out a gasp. "Oh God, you're so big, Woodrow." She moans, her long, dark hair cascading down her shoulders as she leans in to kiss the tip of his cock. Her tongue touches the skin and he can feel her hot breaths on his member.


"Cassie, please stop," he begs, grabbing her wrists to pull them off of him.


But, she only tightens her grip on him and pulls him close, pressing her lips against the tip of his cock. He tries to wriggle free but she only holds him tighter, forcing him deeper into her mouth.


"Please...please..." he murmurs as her lips press against him. His eyes roll back into his head as he feels the heat of her breath and the pressure from her lips. He hears the sound of saliva gushing around his dick and her lips begin to move faster now. Her head bobbing up and down on his cock, her tongue licking along his shaft as she sucks gently. Woodrow closes his eyes tightly, trying to block out everything else except the erotic sensation. Her soft, warm tongue caressed his sensitive cockhead, her lips wrapping around his entire length, squeezing and massaging it with her lips; it made his head spin.


His cock grew harder inside of her mouth and he began to squirm under her, unable to control himself any longer. "Stop! Stop!" he cried, struggling to get out from under her. Cassandra's tongue slipped from his cock and she looked up at him with a playful grin. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief. Her large, round breasts hung down from her chest, swaying slightly as she stared at him, then moved down to take hold of his balls.


She squeezed them tightly in her palms, squeezing until they ached. She twisted her hand around with his sac firmly in her grasp and gave each testicle a tight squeeze. He let out a cry, feeling his balls tighten up. Her mouth still slurping away on his engorged member, she nodded and gave a soft mumble of approval as Woodrow cried out in his exquisitely agonizing pleasure. She pulled her hand from him and released his sack, giving a final squeeze before releasing her hold on him. "Are you ready for more?"


Woodrow couldn't speak. He could only nod in response, slowly giving in to his sister's devious desires. His mind couldn't quite think straight and he had no idea what she had planned but, at this point, it seemed as though he would simply be at her mercy. Cassandra's face lit up with a smile as she stood, towering over him and her beautiful, dainty feet straddling his hips. "Do you want me to kick you in the nuts?"


"Yes!" he replied, desperate to end this torture or perhaps this was his dream come true, he just hadn't accepted it yet. Woodrow looked up at his sister's elegant form, awestricken by her beauty he couldn't peel his eyes off her as she placed the sole of her barefoot against his leaking cock. He didn't cum in her mouth, he was proud of that. He didn't want his sister to make him climax, despite her having kicked one out of him a couple days ago.


"Then I won't disappoint you," Cassandra says softly with a smile as she lifts her foot, her toes curling just enough to give him a tease of what was about to happen. The sole of her foot presses down softly against his cock, causing him to gasp. Her toes curled against him again and he felt her heel pushing against his balls, just teasingly. He felt her hand slide between his legs and he flinched when he saw her grab his cock.


"You know, I should punish this giant bastard first. Leaking all the precum and not giving off a huge orgasm when I worked so hard on it," Cassandra teased, twisting the long erection which made Woodrow groan. She let go of the massive cock for a moment, slapping it harshly which caused a light smattering of precum to spray across his sheets.


"I'm not going to cum!" Woodrow said, shaking his head to show his determination not to shoot a load.


"That's too bad, Woody. You're so cruel to me, you know that? All I want is to pleasure my big brother, but if that's how you want to be," Cassandra said, her voice trailing off as she retrained her efforts onto his balls once again. "You said you wanted me to kick these fat balls, right?" the smile playing at her lips yet again.


Woodrow bit back a moan as she lifted one of his heavy, meaty orbs, holding them in her palm with just barely enough room to fit both in her tiny hand. She balanced them in her palm, neither one fully resting in her hand. "I'm going to have to kick these a lot, you know? Your balls are getting stronger and more resilient, plus I don't want to end our fun too soon, y'know?"


Woodrow swallowed as Cassandra slowly pressed her thumb against the top of his ball. It was so thick and heavy that he could feel his muscles tightening as she slowly pushed her thumbs deeper into his fat nutmeat, a soft groaning escaping Woodrow's lips at the intense agony. His whole body tensed up as he tried desperately to avoid her touch; But she just smiled and continued pressing her thumb into his thick nut-flesh, his body trembling from the sensations.


"You like that? I bet you'd like it even better if I put my foot on top of it."


Woodrow's eyes widened as Cassandra's words echoed in his mind. His heart skipped a beat in his chest. He would have never thought she would try standing on them!


"Cassie!" Woodrow howled, shaking his head quickly as his body shuddered violently, trying to avoid the impending pain. Cassandra's thumb moved slowly back up to the base of his ball and she pushed it down again, stretching it out just a little further than last time. Woodrow felt like he might explode as her hand moved back and forth, jerking his balls just a little bit faster than when she was stroking his dick.


He squirmed desperately as if trying to escape the pain, but it was futile, pointless, a moot effort. "Shh," her voice cooed, as she lay the balls back against the bed he lay on and she balanced herself up onto his sac. Placing the sole of her left foot across the surface of both his lemon-sized testicles, she lifted her weight up off the floor and stood partially on his testes. "How does that feel?"


Woodrow grunted and moaned, his eyes wide open as he struggled to keep himself from screaming out. The pressure from his sister's foot pressed down firmly and he could feel his balls start to tingle and tighten up. He closed his eyes tightly, squeezing them tight to stop them from bulging outward, but they were already halfway there. He gritted his teeth, fighting to hold himself together, to hold in his cum. Cassandra was smiling down at him, waiting for an answer to her question.


He opened his mouth but nothing came out, he couldn't form the words, all he could do was moan weakly in response to her. He knew what was coming but he didn't care. He was too far gone to stop her now, too weak to resist. Cassandra had him in her control and he had nowhere to run. All he could, no, all he wanted to do was lay there and let her do as she pleased. With Cassandra balancing on his fat, aching balls, Woodrow just silently screamed as the strength and air were drained from his body.

Cassandra continued to balance on Woodrow's testicles for a couple minutes before Woodrow started making seething panting noises like he was about to explode. "Hnnng!" he groaned and mewled like a wounded animal, to which Cassandra only reached down and caressed his scalp and tousled his hair in her fingers. A few more labored panting moments later, Cassandra stepped off her brother's balls in an elegant dismount from his bed and beckoned him with a curled finger.


"Come now, Woody. It's time for your kicks."

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\~\~\~\~\~ This is the ending for now, namely because I wanted to continue with these two characters. However, as I was testing different endings, I came up with a "Bad Ending" that some of my readers have become somewhat fond of so, without further ado, here's the \~\~\~\~\~

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**BAD ENDING**

"Good boy. Good boy, Woody. Let your sister take away your manhood, let her kick them away. That's a good boy. You can do this, baby. Just let her kick them away, please…" she whispered sweetly as she began to push down harder with her foot. Woodrow couldn't hold out much longer, the pressure was building rapidly as he gasped for air.


"Please...please..." he begged, feeling tears of frustration welling up in his eyes. "I…I…"


"Say 'please,' Woodrow," she demanded, her voice full of lust for testicular destruction. Her foot squeezed down harder on his nuts and he cried out with the intense pressure. "Please, Cassie! Please kick them away…"


Woodrow couldn't help it; he began to sob, his body wracked with spasms. He tried to stop himself from crying out, he really did, but he couldn't stop himself. Her foot pressed down on him and he moaned in agony. The pain was excruciating! Her foot pressing down on his nuts and her toes curling just enough to squeeze him tightly. His entire body shook as her toes curled against him, her heels pressing into his sac as she lifted her weight off him slightly. Her heel rested on top of his nuts. He was about to cum! He was so close but he didn't want to cum yet, not until she kicked him in the nuts. Not until she made him cum.


His cock was still rock hard and throbbing - like a flagpole in the air, it stood up at attention. "Get up, Woody. I'm going to kick you now," Cassandra told him as she slipped her tank top up over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her massive, soft tits and stiff nipples.


She pulled her pants down below her knees and kicked them off, then she stepped out of her panties, leaving her completely naked. Woodrow's eyes went wide as she lifted her leg high into the air, showing off her impressive flexibility and tremendous leg strength. She bent her knee slightly and lowered it down toward his groin; the sole of her barefoot touched the tip of his cock and she gave a gentle tap to his soft cockhead. "You ready?"


Nodding, Woodrow stood up and tucked his arms behind his back as he thrust his hips forward for her to easily see his swollen, aching balls. "Please, Cass... Kick them into mush and force me to cum." He looked up into her beautiful face and pleaded with her as he held out his balls in front of her. She took a step closer to him, her barefoot touching his the underside of his balls as she measured her kick, drawing a perfect line of distance between her foot and his low-hanging fruit.


"When I kick them, you'll have the most painful and most intense orgasm of your life. It will also be your last, because with this kick, I'm going to rupture both of your balls and turn them into mush in your ball sac. Understand, Woody?" Cassandra asked with a smile before lifting her foot into the air with such force that he almost fell backward. Her barefoot landed squarely on the bottom of his balls, her toes curling just a bit to give him a little extra kick as she brought her heel down forcefully onto his sack.


Woodrow screamed out in agony, unable to hold it back anymore as he felt the burning sensation spread through his nuts. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he couldn't think straight. He felt his mind go blank; all he could do was gasp for breath. He couldn't stand upright, he was too weak and he fell to his knees as his balls ruptured and broke in his sac, the pent-up cum shooting out violently like it was trying to rape the air in a desperate attempt to impregnate anything with the final vestiges of his manhood. Woodrow screamed horribly as he stood on his knees clutching his nuts. His whole body trembled from the pain. He could hear his sister laughing, enjoying watching him suffer. The entire front of her body was soaked in cum from his impressive cock and massive semen explosion, the gooey nut butter of her brother clung like a paste to her huge tits.


"Oh, I've been waiting so long to make my big brother cum!" she said as she knelt down next to him and stroked his hair gently. "That was amazing. You're such a good boy, Woody."


She gave him a kiss on his forehead and smiled at him as her hands caressed his heaving chest. She smiled broadly when she saw how his feet were digging deep trenches into the ground and kicking wildly at everything around him. His cries of pain were uncontrollable.


And then the screams stopped suddenly as the pain overwhelmed him and he collapsed on his bedroom floor.


"Goodnight, my sweet Woody."