Aleisha Tests Out Her Brother’s New Cup (Part 2)

Link to Part One [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/zuvbyd/aleisha_tests_out_her_brothers_new_cup/).

**Disclaimer: All characters in this story over 18 years of age.**

Brad woke up late on a Saturday morning, full of restless, hormonal energy that immediately turned his thoughts to all things sexual. He knew exactly why his sex drive had been through the roof lately.

His ballbusting sister Aleisha.

It had been a few days since Brad had been introduced to the world of ballbusting at the hands, or more accurately feet, of his bratty little sister. At Aleisha’s suggestion, he’d offered his nuts to her as target practice after she insisted on “testing out” his new cup he’d gotten for football.

That first ball-kicking baptism had unleashed his latent ballbusting fetish and to say that he was emotionally confused in the aftermath would be a huge understatement.

On the one hand, he’d always wanted to explore this repressed urge of his to have his balls kicked and abused by the opposite sex but on the other, he never imagined it would be his own sister that would fulfill his fantasy of some femdom Goddess busting his nuts and humiliating him in that distinctly feminine way, while clearly enjoying herself in the process.

One thing was for certain though, regardless of how conflicted he felt about it, he knew he had to experience it again.

Brad hadn’t seen Aleisha since their spontaneous ballbusting session, and that was for the better as far as he was concerned.

He wasn’t sure he could look her in the eye now and even just thinking about her gave him an incredibly nervous, sexually-charged rush.

Brad was no longer the dominant one in their relationship and there would be no putting the genie back in the bottle. His sister had figured out his deepest, most embarrassing secret, in an intensely intimate way.

He just hoped like hell that she wouldn’t use this extremely humiliating knowledge against him in some way.

This emotional rollercoaster of thoughts swirled around his head as Brad looked at his alarm clock and realized that he would have the house mostly to himself today; it was only his mother at home and she was preoccupied with chores while Aleisha had gone to see her friends and wouldn’t be back until much later.

The perfect time to take care of those unpleasant urges he thought, as he felt his throbbing morning erection begging for relief, and what better way to get himself off than by mentally replaying the image of his sister kicking him in the testicles over and over again.

Brad hoped he could just relax today without Aleisha around and not feel so on edge wondering about how things would play out when he was finally in the company of his sister again.

Fate had different ideas however, and Brad’s train of thought was interrupted just as he was mid-stroke, the moment he heard the front door of his house open downstairs and the unmistakable, now-boner-inducing voice of his younger sister.

“Shit” he thought, she was home much earlier than expected. He immediately felt himself get anxious, though he was still desperate to blow his load.

Somehow managing to snap out of his horny, lust-filled trance, his unfulfilled urges frustrated by his sister’s arrival, he quickly hid all evidence of his misdeeds before Aleisha could find him.

“Hey honey, you’re back already?” his mother’s voice echoed from downstairs, clearly directed at his sister as Brad was listening in on their conversation intently from upstairs.

“Yeah mom, I just saw Melissa and Rebecca, we did a workout together at the gym but I need a shower now.” Aleisha chirped, sounding cheery and upbeat.

“Where’s Brad mom?” she enquired.

“Oh he’s in his room as usual. He’s been a little quiet these past few days you know? I don’t know why,” his mother replied.

Brad was nervously praying that Aleisha wouldn’t blurt out anything to his mother about what happened.

“Hmmm, no idea mom. Don’t worry, I’ll go upstairs and cheer him up though,” Aleisha said enthusiastically and headed up the staircase as she made a beeline for Brad’s room.

Brad scrambled around his room in a mad attempt to pretend to be doing anything other than jerking off to his ballbusting sister. He tried to position himself at his desk as if he was studying on his laptop and played it off like hadn’t heard Aleisha come back home.

“Braaaaaaddd… my darling brotherrrrrr…” his sister’s voice emanated from behind his closed door.

Brad attempted to sound natural and replied, “Oh, hey Aleisha. What’s up?”

“What’s up? Mom says you’re being a hermit again. Can I come in?” Aleisha asked rhetorically as she peered into her brother’s room.

“Uh… yeah, sure. What’s going on?” Brad was already sounding tense.

Aleisha flung the door open and instantly made her brother do a double-take and become incredibly uncomfortable.

Aleisha’s gym outfit was a low-cut, white sports bra, with her large cleavage prominently displayed, and light-grey yoga pants that were showing off every contour and crevice of her legs, ass and camel toe. Her straight blonde mane was tied up into a tight pony tail and she clearly came dressed to maximize Brad’s difficulty in maintaining self-control. It took an ungodly amount of concentration and energy for Brad to maintain eye contact.

“Hey Brad!” she said loudly before dropping her voice to a sexy whisper and continuing, “Did you miss me?” she eyed Brad with a look that instantly communicated what she had on her mind: ballbusting.

“Aleisha… close the door, goddamn it!” he hissed through his teeth, before he got up and hurriedly reached for the door, slamming it shut to prevent their mother from getting wind of their little secret.

Aleisha was amused by her brother’s erratic state, commenting “Well someone’s a little high-strung today? Did I catch you at a bad time?” Aleisha questioned as she casually strolled around his room, while Brad’s eyes wandered all over her body, taking in some lengthy glances of her magnificent ass that was on full display in those painted-on yoga pants.

“Aleisha, I was trying to st-study… so, could we, um, make this quick?” Brad sounded about as unconvincing as a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Aleisha smiled another devious grin at her brother, “Oh yeah? What were you studying?”

‘Studying that ass’ was the correct answer that the unhelpful voice in his mind offered.

Brad’s alibi was exposed in an instant with his lame response, “I was… just, reading my notes and… yeah.”

“From the looks of things… I’d say you’re more interested in my outfit Brad,” Aleisha teased, and waited for her brother’s inevitable admission of guilt.

“What? No, come on. I was being… s-serious,” his face reddening as he knew he was caught in her trap. And what a thirst trap she was.

She giggled at her brother’s pathetic attempts at evasion and sat down on his desk chair, crossing her legs seductively, glancing up at him with those amazing blue eyes and making Brad acutely feel that lump his throat.

“So… should we talk about what happened? It’s been a while…” Aleisha suggested, knowing full-well that she was going to humiliate her awkwardly confused brother about his repressed ballbusting urges whether he wanted to discuss them or not.

Brad sighed, again blushing with embarrassment. He stood slightly nearer to Aleisha, and from his angle he was able to get a picture-perfect view down her sports bra, of those perky, full breasts of hers contained in that thin, white lycra material.

He glanced up at her face again and tried to sound confident, “I guess we should,” he agreed, “I mean… it’s been on my mind, I won’t lie,” Brad thought being open with his sister would make her realize how confused he’s been feeling lately.

“Great! Me too Brad. I was really impressed that you trust me enough to let me do something like that to you, it means a lot,” Aleisha said as she looked up at her brother with yet-another sympathetic, innocent look that betrayed her ulterior motives.

Brad was powerless to resist her feminine seduction, “Well, of course. I mean, you’re my sister Aleisha… I always trust you.” Unwittingly, Brad would come to regret that statement very quickly.

Aleisha smiled, knowing her full-on charm offensive to lull her brother into a false sense of security was progressing nicely.

“Thanks Brad, I was really hoping this hadn’t changed our friendship or anything,” she commented.

Brad was obviously not so sure about that statement given he was sporting a massive hard-on right now.

“No, I mean… I’m still your brother and I don’t want things to be really awkward between us,” Brad knew that was a complete lie but tried to project some normality to Aleisha.

“So, how are those balls feeling today?” she said out of nowhere with a mischievous smile.

Brad was lost for words and went from awkward to speech impediment in an instant, “My b-balls? Uh… yeah… they’re fine. L-luckily they stopped hurting pretty quickly… after, you know…” Brad swallowed hard as he finished that sentence.

“So I haven’t affected your… plumbing down there have I?” Aleisha said while laughing to herself.

“Aleisha! You’re my sister, you shouldn’t be saying things like that!” Brad was stunned at her casual mention of his manhood again.

Aleisha stood up and confidently approached her brother, glaring at him as she placed her hands on her hips, stuck her face in front of his and retorted, “Well I’m pretty sure YOU shouldn’t be getting a raging hard-on from your own sister kicking you in the balls so… I guess we’re even Brad!”

“Um, yeah… I mean no, I know it was… wrong and all. I’m sorry Aleisha, I really wasn’t… thinking,” Brad looked down despondently, thinking his sister was about to unleash her anger at him.

“Brad, I told you it would be our little secret. You can trust me, remember?” Aleisha looked him right in the eyes and with her heart-meltingly sweet expression, convinced him she was being 100% truthful.

“T-thanks Aleisha,” Brad managed to utter, before Aleisha pulled him in for a hug.

Brad honestly never remembered her hugging him this much in the past but he was already thinking predominantly with his dick now and he wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity to feel those enticingly perfect breasts against his body and Aleisha’s warm, soft embrace once more.

Aleisha’s boner-inducing grasp of her brother was mercifully interrupted by her standing on her toes, leaning over his shoulder and whispering into his ear, “Brad, I’ve got a surprise for you!”

Brad’s mind instantly went a thousand miles a minute. Those words were enough to make his cock shatter diamonds right now. He pondered every possible follow-up to that statement.

“A blowjob? Please let that be it…” he thought to himself, however unlikely and inappropriate that possibility was, he secretly wished for it with every fibre of his being.

“Uhhh… wh-what is it?” Brad stuttered, his nerves making his voice falter.

“Well, you stay here and I’ll show you,” Aleisha winked at him and then quickly disappeared outside his room.

The anticipation and suspense was killing Brad, or more accurately, killing all hope of him not developing an unhealthy fixation with this ridiculous cock tease of a little sister that Aleisha had become.

She returned momentarily with a shopping bag from a sporting goods store.

“I know your football season is starting soon,” Aleisha began, holding the bag in one hand with her other on her hip, “So I decided to take the initiative of buying you a cup that actually works!”

There was no mistaking the devious intentions behind her ear-to-ear grin.

She retrieved the cup in question from the bag and presented it to her startled brother, who had no idea how to respond.

“You… bought another cup for me?” was all Brad could manage, already sensing that things were about to take a turn for the worse, or better, depending on whether Brad’s brain or cock was in charge.

“Yes! We obviously discovered that old one was not up to the job of protecting your precious testicles, so being the good sister I am, I did the legwork for you and found one that does what it’s supposed to do!” Aleisha proudly stated.

“Which is?” Brad wondered.

“Well… let me demonstrate!” Aleisha gleefully suggested.

Brad was getting a twinge of phantom pain in his balls already. He was pretty sure Aleisha wasn’t going to take no for an answer and he couldn’t believe how easily she was imposing her will on him.

“Brad… pick your jaw up off the floor, you’re doing your stunned, deer-in-the-headlights impression again,” Aleisha joked.

“It’s okay, you big wuss. Relax… this one is certified to withstand the impact of a 90 mile-per-hour fastball hitting it directly. I had a chat to the salesperson and everything, they were super knowledgeable and said they used it themselves all the time and never once felt any impact!” Aleisha rattled off that sales pitch like she had memorized it.

Brad winced at the thought of a power pitcher’s fastball slamming into his most delicate organs.

“Oh it’s a shame you didn’t come with me when I bought it though. I could have explained to the salesperson how me and you found out that other cup doesn’t really work,” Aleisha couldn’t contain her delight in humiliating her brother and burst out laughing again.

“Trust me Brad, this one is definitely going to do the job, I promise,” Aleisha’s mock concern for her brother’s nutsack was some grade-A bullshit but Brad couldn’t see through her ruse.

Aleisha had devised this sinister ballbusting plot the day after she had given her brother his first taste of female superiority.

She had managed to find the flimsiest and in fact, the least impact-resistant cup of them all when she went shopping. In order to fool her brother, she had bought two cups, one that was designed to do exactly what she described and provide maximum protection while the other, this “nut-destroyer” cup as she thought of it, was the one she would actually give to her brother.

To seal the deal, she swapped the packaging around and placed the useless cup in the packaging of the good one.

She handed it to Brad who was still trying to process how his sister had transformed into this incredibly assertive bitch who was going to kick his balls with or without his consent.

“I mean… if it can stop a fastball…” Brad slowly came around to the idea as he inspected the packaging. The advertising blurb printed on the package really did state that the cup could stop such a violent impact.

“I guess it has to be the one,” Brad flatly stated, his agreement sealing the fate of his poor, unsuspecting balls.

Aleisha smiled wickedly, adding “Oh this will work for sure Brad! With this cup, you should be able to take a horse-kick from me while I’m wearing my 5” inch, pointy stiletto heels and not feel a thing!” Aleisha couldn’t resist throwing that line in, as that was one fantasy on her checklist that was going to be fulfilled soon enough, she thought.

“What do you say we test it out?” she could barely disguise her sexually-charged excitement.

Before Brad could respond, she added, “But this time I need to be wearing some shoes, okay?”

“What?! Come on Aleisha, you’re going to floor me like you did last time!” Brad protested, thinking back to how much worse that last kick would have been if she had been wearing shoes.

“Last time I kicked you with your cup on it stung my feet a little!” she complained in her most girly tone of voice, making that sad puppy-eyed expression at her brother again to garner some sympathy.

She pointed down to her deceptively dainty feet that had previously demolished his balls and wiggled them around, “I don’t want to hurt my feet again Brad… please can I wear some shoes this time?”

Brad was astounded that his sister’s biggest concern right now was hurting her feet when she was about to punish the most sensitive parts of his body with her cruel kicks but he was once again, a sucker for that adorable, angelic face of hers.

“Besides, it’s obviously more of a realistic test that way. No one on the football field is going to be barefoot and with the amount of padding and protection you guys wear… it’s obviously more likely that you’ll catch a hard, padded blow to the nuts, so….” Aleisha wasn’t going to stop trying to convince her brother until he gave in.

Brad looked down at the cup again and sighed.

“Okay, sure. I guess you’re right and… I don’t want you to hurt your feet,” Brad mumbled pathetically, unable to defy his pretty little sister’s demands.

Aleisha felt her moist crotch twitch with heated arousal.

This was it, she was going to get another chance to inflict more testicular onslaught upon her idiot brother’s balls and he had no idea what was coming. The sensation of power and control Aleisha felt was intoxicating.

After a few more moments of preparation, Aleisha came back from her room wearing some all-white tennis shoes, the heavier kind with a hardened tip on the end, which she specifically set aside for the purpose of pummelling her brother’s ballsack.

“Not my killer heels but those will be for next time” she thought to herself.

Brad shifted uncomfortably eyeing up his new testicular nemesis.

“Uhhhh… those look pretty heavy and hard Aleisha…” Brad complained but his sister dismissed his pleas.

“They’re running shoes you dumbass… they’re light! It’s barely any different from me kicking you barefoot,” she lied through her teeth but she wasn’t really too concerned that Brad was going to try to chicken out now, she had him right where she wanted.

“Oh hey, let me see something for a second…” Aleisha snatched the cup out of Brad’s hand, removed it from the packaging which she threw onto the ground and then placed the cup over her own, velvety-smooth, lycra-clad crotch and in a mock re-enactment, imagined she had a pair of sensitive balls between her legs.

“Wow, that must feel so weird… those low-hanging nuts just constantly in harm’s way…” she mused. She held the cup firmly between her thighs and smacked it lightly with her hand.

“Oh no! My poor ballsies, OW! OW! OW! That huuuurrrts sooooo much! Ahhh, please don’t hurt my little ballsies!” she mocked her brother with an exaggerated cry as she pretended to double-over before cackling with laughter.

Brad was getting beyond aroused by the sight of this, though he tried to maintain some dignity and shot his sister a look of displeasure.

“Oh lighten up Brad, I’m just teasing you… I know how much those little ballsies mean to you,” Aleisha clearly loved every minute of this.

Brad was desperately trying to contain his own heart-pounding excitement.

“Ahem, Brad… would you get that junk of yours into that cup for me so we can do this already?” Aleisha handed him back the cup.

Brad gulped again and paused for a moment, “Uhhh, wh-what about… you know, some privacy?” he was still unsure about casually pulling out his cock and balls in front Aleisha again.

“I don’t think there’s any need for privacy anymore Brad, given that I’ve seen more of you than I ever could have imagined,” she smirked.

Brad complied with Aleisha’s demands and pulled down his shorts again, followed by his underwear.

His swollen cock sprang free from its confines like it was spring-loaded with his balls hanging low and loose underneath. Aleisha pursed her lips for a moment before smiling while taking in an eyeful of Brad’s manhood.

“Heh, that’s nice of you keep things clean-shaven for me. Gives me a better view of everything down there…” Aleisha joked.

“Aleisha, could you… stop with the remarks, please? You’re really not helping things…” Brad said, acutely aware that his protruding member was now pointing straight up at his sister.

“I know and that’s what makes this all so FUN!” Aleisha beamed, playfully slapping his penis with her hand and remarking, “… but he’ll have to keep himself restrained for now, so put that cup on Brad.”

Brad jolted with arousal from his sister’s touch and breathed heavily but sadly for him that was all the stimulation his dick would get for now.

Brad slipped on the new cup, finding it to be strangely more lightweight, softer and flexible than the previous one he’d tried.

“Um… Aleisha, are you sure this cup is as good as they said? It feels kinda cheap…” he quipped, the few brain cells that were still working in his head starting to wonder if perhaps this was a good idea after all.

“For the hundredth time Brad, those stupid, dangling testicles of yours will be fine, okay? All of the high-end cups are made of lightweight, breathable material; it’s just how they are. Stop bitching out on me,” Aleisha scolded, sounding genuinely annoyed at how long her brother was taking to let her finally kick him in the balls.

She knew the easiest way to shut Brad up and decided to interrupt her brother’s train of thought by readjusting the hem of her sports bra and shifting her breasts around, causing her luscious tits to jiggle and bounce momentarily, hypnotizing her brother in a trance-like state and completely making him forget his point.

With Brad sufficiently distracted, she ordered him again: “Hands behind your back Brad! You’re a big boy, you can take this…” Aleisha commanded as she stood back and assumed a nut-kicking stance.

“O-okay, okay.” Brad was acting like an obedient, well-trained dog responding to his master’s voice right now.

“And spread those legs! Wider!” Aleisha pointed out to his stance.

“H-hey, hang on… can we… uh, remember to give me a practice kick first, okay?” Brad pleaded, struggling to mentally brace himself against the possibility that his nuts were about to get absolutely demolished once more.

“Fine Brad, you goddamned pansy,” Aleisha shook her head. “This is why men are so useless these days…” she added, not even attempting to hold back her contempt for his manhood now.

“Are you ready?” Aleisha asked impatiently, like she even cared at this point.

“Uh… u-huh,” Brad was clenching his muscles uncomfortably now, bracing for impact.

Aleisha deliberately drew back her leg as far as she could and made it seem like she was winding up for a monster of a kick. She needed to make this kick look as convincing as possible to her brother so that it actually looked she was kicking full-force and that this pathetic cup was actually shielding Brad’s vulnerable orbs from her deadly feet.

**THUD**

Luckily for her, Brad had closed his eyes a split-second before she made contact and he missed the sight of Aleisha dramatically slowing her leg’s extension just as the tip of her tennis shoe ended up merely grazing the cup. She pushed the toe of her shoe into the cup slightly to add a little more believability to her acting.

“Ahhhh...” Brad exhaled heavily but instantly reassessed his fear, noticing that he only felt a slight love tap as the cup compressed lightly against his testicles.

“Shit.” He stood there shaking, adding, “That kick… I was sure you were going to… lay me out like last time…” Brad said as relief flooded into his veins.

“See? Pretty impressive isn’t it?” Aleisha smiled at Brad, knowing he had once again fallen for it.

“Man… I was expecting that to be much worse,” Brad commented.

Aleisha thought to herself, “Oh it will be now.”

“Okay then, shall we do one a little bit harder? Let’s make sure that wasn’t a fluke. That is if you’re not going to be a whiny little bitch again?” Aleisha’s tone went back to being serious.

Brad summoned some previously untapped courage to defend what was left of his masculine pride and sternly replied, “Fine!” as he gave into Aleisha’s demands.

“That’s a good brother. Take it like a man Brad…” Aleisha said as she ran her hands down her hips and ass, as if to gauge how much muscle and force she was about to put into this merciless kick.

Brad was braced and ready as Aleisha’s eyes locked with his for a second, communicating a fierce determination to send his balls straight to an alternate dimension of pure, unadulterated pain and suffering.

Brad foolishly stood there feeling confident in the abilities of this new cup. He was even feeling pretty grateful that his sister went to all that trouble and bought it for him. After all, he had no real reason to doubt his little sister, in his mind there was no way she would purposely put him in a position to inflict the maximum amount of testicular pain and suffering upon him for her own twisted enjoyment.

Surely she couldn’t be THAT cruel and evil, Brad doubted.

But she was.

As he saw the point of Aleisha’s deceptively hard tennis shoe hurtling toward his tender balls, her leg muscles looked incredibly tensed this time around and the look on her face definitely wasn’t sweet or innocent now.

**CRUNCH**

Brad’s world shattered. The cup caved inwards, thanks to the hard toe of her painful tennis shoe and the horribly shitty cup design that Aleisha had deliberately selected for maximum testicular agony. She had planned this out to a tee. Brad’s poor orbs were excruciatingly smashed against his body by this horribly-inept product that now resembled more of a purpose-built device for testicular torture.

Thanks to the cheap and nasty cup, which didn’t even return to its original shape after being deformed by Aleisha’s kick, it continued to press inwards and squash Brad’s testicles even after Aleisha removed her foot.

Brad was frozen in horror, his mouth wide open trying to communicate the new worlds of unimaginable pain his sister had propelled him into. The only sound that came out of his vocal chords was a high-pitched squeak, followed by heavy breathing as he sunk to his knees, cradling his obliterated balls.

Aleisha had laid out her own brother like he was some disgusting rapist who had assaulted her in a dark alley and tried to force himself onto her.

“Brad? Brad? Hey come on Brad you’re scaring me, don’t joke around like that!” Aleisha was feigning concern while her own nether regions were oozing with a raw, dizzying arousal that sent waves of electricity tingling throughout her body.

“Braaaaad? Say something!” Aleisha insisted, sounding genuinely alarmed that perhaps she had taken things too far and sterilized her poor brother, completely unaware of the power of her own legs and feet against a man’s testicles.

“Mmmmmnnnnnngggggggghhhh… Ahhhhhhhhh…” was all Brad could manage.

“Hey! Not so loud Brad, mom’s downstairs remember?” she snapped at him, revealing that she was actually more concerned about their mother discovering their unusual past-time than what kind of damage she had inflicted on Brad’s flattened orbs.

Brad coughed and spluttered loudly, as if his nuts were stuck in his throat.

Aleisha looked down at him, immensely satisfied with her handiwork, casually rubbing herself through her yoga pants but realizing that she needed to resort back to the naive, little sister act to make sure that Brad didn’t know how badly he’d been set up by his devious sibling.

Aleisha knelt beside Brad again and attempted to comfort him in his blinding pain that she couldn’t begin to comprehend.

“Oh Brad… I’m so, so sorry! I think that cup might have been defective! I’m going to have a serious talk with that salesperson the next time I see him, this kind of shoddy quality control is just begging for someone to lose a testicle for good!” Aleisha breathed deeply, feeling her juices concentrating between her legs at the thought of her brother being permanently damaged from her kicks.

Brad finally managed to let slip a few words: “Urrrrgggghhhh… I’m really… not… f-feeling so good Aleisha…”

Brad rolled from side-to-side but nothing he did seemed to lessen the pain radiating from his crotch.

“Oh we definitely have to stop now Brad. This is really bad, you’re in no shape to continue…” Aleisha said.

Continue what? Had she seriously planned even more brutal, follow-up attacks on his manhood after this near-rupture attempt? Brad could scarcely believe what he was hearing but unable to speak, move or think clearly, he couldn’t voice his disapproval now.

Aleisha rubbed her brother’s back as he winced in unimaginable suffering, every slight movement sending him into a dizzying torrent of pain.

“Come on, let’s get that cup off and make sure there’s no permanent damage Brad,” she said softly, while leaning over her brother and looking sweetly into his eyes.

Brad could see that tantalizing cleavage of hers hanging inches from his face now, even as his swollen nuts throbbed from the devastation of his sister’s kick, his cock still managed to become semi-erect.

Aleisha’s attention was drawn to the cup and she grasped at the waistband of the jock strap, while adding “Just breathe Brad… I’ll make this as gentle as possible.”

As she freed his package from the confines of the cup, she was in awe of the sight that greeted her. Two bright-red, visibly swollen orbs that looked much larger than they did after her first kick. Aleisha was giddy beyond belief, feeling incredibly proud that just one of her kicks was able to inflict this much damage on her poor brother’s balls.

“Ooooh you poor thing Brad… that looks, um, really unpleasant. I mean, I have no idea what that feels like but… that has to hurt like a real bitch, huh?” Aleisha said condescendingly, purposely rubbing it in now.

Brad nodded in agreement and asked with genuine fear, “My… my balls... are they… still okay?” He really wasn’t sure if his nuts were still intact and was almost too afraid to find out.

Aleisha grabbed a hold of each testicle with her hands and began rolling them around between her fingers. A sinful smile spread across her face, fueled by the uncontrollable desire to start handling those balls much more roughly than she knew her tormented brother could take.

Aleisha increased the pressure on Brad's balls with her hands as he became paralyzed in wide-eyed shock.

“OHHH GOD! FUCK! P-PLEASE ALEISHA… DON’T SQUEEZE THEM SO HARD!” Brad recoiled in pain at his sister’s continued abuse of his poor manhood.

“Oops! Sorry! Sorry! I haven’t handled these things in a few days… I’m uh, still figuring out my way around them Brad,” she smiled an evil grin at her brother, before adding, “Okay, let me see how those baby-makers of yours are doing.”

Aleisha softened her grip and gingerly felt her way around both of Brad’s balls, lightly massaging and probing his nutsack with a naughty look on her face as Brad watched on with trepidation.

His sister’s hands fondling his manhood went some way to alleviating the massive regret Brad was experiencing right now.

Brad’s cock rose in anticipation again and Aleisha took notice, commenting “Heh, umm… it looks like you’ve escaped unharmed again, my BIG brother,” she giggled.

“Brad…” she stared at him intently before continuing, “You know you really are one deviant little fucker… aren’t you? Getting turned on by your sister pounding your balls like that… tsk, tsk, I thought you were still my overprotective brother who really cared about me?”

Brad blushed with extreme embarrassment, knowing deep down that his sister was more correct than she realized. He couldn’t come up with a decent excuse to save his life right now and stammered, “Ye-yeah, of course, oh… p-please Aleisha… I just…”

“You just get hard from being kicked in the nuts by your sister? Oh I know…” she chuckled.

“Don’t worry you little pervert. I’m still your sister and I still care about you too, so this stays between us,” she said sweetly with both of his nuts firmly in her hands, in an ironic contrast.

“Honestly… I think you’re just fine Brad. Of course you’re going to be a little baby about it for the next hour or so but your little ballsies haven’t been completely destroyed by my kick, so stop freaking out so much,” Aleisha giggled.

Brad let out a deep sigh of relief though that raging erection of his, still yearning for sweet release since his sister had blue-balled him by interrupting his masturbation session, was now becoming the more pressing physical sensation that was dominating his thoughts.

Aleisha gave his cock a dismissive look, seemingly not feeling much sympathy for her brother’s urges this time around, and said, “Now… let’s get you up on your feet Brad, I think you need to just toughen up and walk this one off…” she ordered him, full of that bratty, feisty attitude.

“What? Ugh… Aleisha… I don’t think… I can,” Brad protested but to no use.

“Nonsense Brad, I’m going to help you up… come on, enough of your overly-dramatic antics…” she scorned again.

Brad couldn’t believe how careless and insensitive she was being this time around, it was as if something had flipped in her mind now and she wasn't even going to pretend to show her brother any concern for the well being of his most prized possessions.

Aleisha grabbed Brad by his shoulders and urged him up, “Brad! Get up… now!” she impatiently demanded and lying there with his manhood exposed and vulnerable to further injury from Aleisha, he realized his sister’s words weren’t to be taken lightly.

Against all of Brad’s heartfelt wishes to just be left on the ground to nurse his beaten balls, he had somehow managed to slowly raise himself to his feet with Aleisha pulling him up to assist. Brad’s eyes once again took in a copious gaze of her gorgeous breasts bouncing and jiggling as she struggled to help her brother stay standing.

As she helped Brad up and back to his feet, his hands fumbled for something to hold onto as he was still feeling wobbly on his legs, and they clumsily held onto Aleisha’s hips before inadvertently slipping down onto her ass cheeks.

Brad’s restless, teased-and-denied dick assumed decision-making control and he unwisely grabbed a firm handful of her perfectly round butt in those ultra-tight, silky smooth yoga pants.

Aleisha instantly scolded him, “Brad, you’re grabbing my ass! Let go!” she exclaimed.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Brad said apologetically, realizing his mistake too late.

“Yeah you will be!” she shot back with malice in her voice and without warning cocked a leg back and rammed her right knee squarely into Brad’s exposed, aching ballsack.

**THWACK**

This time there was no protection and no warning.

Aleisha’s knee slammed into his naked balls with a meaty smack and trapped the larger left orb against his body, concentrating the full force of the impact into one nut.

“AAAAHHHHHHH, MY BALLS! OH FUCK!” Brad yelled out before dropping into a pathetic, quivering heap onto the floor again, barely a few minutes after his sister had unleashed that ferocious kick to his testicles.

Aleisha hadn’t planned on kneeing Brad as well but figured that she had a perfectly justifiable excuse in the heat of the moment and wasn’t going to pass up another opportunity to pulverize her brother’s nuts again.

“I don’t appreciate being groped in my own house Brad!” Aleisha scoffed at her brother, looking down on him with zero remorse for the back-to-back ball-breaking hits that she had delivered.

“OOOOHHH GOD… YOU DID THAT SO FUCKING HARD ALEISHA!” Brad wailed in agony, unable to process how terrible this day had turned out to be for his testicles.

“Mmmmhmm, you’ll be feeling that one tomorrow morning. I've been doing a lot of leg workouts at the gym lately,” Aleisha taunted while giggling.

Aleisha was now dripping wet and couldn’t contain her own desperate need for relief, as she ran her hands along her thighs and pressed them firmly against her mound, closing her eyes in ecstasy and inhaling deeply. This was her own ballbusting fantasy come to life and it was exhilarating.

Coming back to her senses for a moment, Aleisha asked, “So, are we going to apologize for being a little pervert?” She said that like a school teacher chastizing a grade school kid.

In between painful grimaces and hyperventilating, while cradling his now doubly-enlarged scrotum, Brad apologized, “Ugh… I’m… so sorry Aleisha. That was… really… wrong of me.”

“Well, I accept your apology Brad but you definitely deserved that knee, didn’t you?” she replied.

Brad feebly submitted to his sister’s will and conceded, “Y-yeah… I did… uh, I was an idiot. Ugh, I’m sorry.” His voice breaking as badly as his balls just had.

Brad and Aleisha’s ballbusting banter was suddenly interrupted by a loud cry from downstairs as their mother yelled out, “Brad! Aleisha! The food’s ready… it’s time to eat!”

“And what was all that noise upstairs?” their mother queried.

Brad panicked while Aleisha ran over to the door, cracked it open and searched for a plausible excuse, “Nothing mom! Me and Brad are just watching a movie,” she smiled to herself. “We’ll be down soon!” she added.

Aleisha turned to Brad who was now staring up at her, dreading the thought of having to make his way downstairs to see his mother with two scrambled balls between his legs, while pretending that everything was normal.

Aleisha gave Brad a pitying look while glancing down at his naked, crushed balls and said, “Sorry Brad... I better get down there so she doesn’t get suspicious."

Brad nodded, still reeling from the unbearable pain caused by Aleisha’s vicious kick and knee combination. In his daze, looking up at his breath-taking sister, he struggled to understand how this dainty-looking 5”5 female with the legs of a catwalk model managed to kick like a bucking wild animal and had knees that felt like they were made of steel. Life was cruel, he thought.

“When your um… balls descend back down again, come join us but don’t take too long, okay?” Aleisha threw out one last joke at his expense, thoroughly giddy as she skipped out of his room, leaving her brother with a final view of her taught, sculpted ass wiggling around in her yoga pants as she left.

Brad groaned and flopped onto his back, his nuts pounding with pain and his cock left begging for release.

This was not going to be a good day after all, he thought.