It's Only Fair

"Give it back," yelled Kimberly, chasing her little brother down the hallway.

He was running with her journal open in front of him. His sister was nineteen years old and she still wrote in a journal, how pathetic. Though in defense of Kimberly, her little brother was eighteen years old and still was immature enough to sneak into his big sister's room and steal her diary.

"Come on you little creep," she hollered.

"You'll have to catch me first," he replied.

She chased him down the stairs. They crashed through the living room, knocking over a lamp in the process. Then they flashed through the kitchen where their mother, Mason, was standing over the sink washing dishes.

"What's going on you two?" She asked, but they were out the door and in the backyard before she could even finish her sentence. She watched them through the kitchen window, practically adults and still wrestling with each other, rolling around on the ground like a couple of toddlers fighting over a toy.

Kimberly had developed nicely, beautiful long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes that could gaze you into a trance, and a body that most women kill for. Perfect, full and succulent breasts that bounced with every step she took protruded out from her chest. Her hips were wide and seductive, and she had an ass that was just the right size: not too small or flat, and not too big or flabby, just the perfect little bubble-butt, as some might say.

Jeffrey, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He was eighteen years old and he looked like he was still right smack dab in the middle of puberty. Pimples still covered his oily face; only a little peach fuzz was all that grew out from his chin, and he was still as afraid to talk to girls as a fourteen-year-old boy. Obviously his mother wasn't going to come right out and ask him the question, but there was no doubt in her mind that this kid was still a virgin.

I mean for God's sake what does he care what his sister writes in her diary? And why in the hell is a nineteen-year-old woman still keeping a journal hidden in her room?

Then the rolling around outside stopped and Jeffrey let out a high-pitched squeal.

Mason, concerned for her son, ran out the back door and into the yard, where she could get a better look at them and see what had happened.

Her jaw dropped at what she saw.

Sweet young Kimberly, the innocent and perfect daughter, had her little brother on his back with her hands on his knees holding his legs spread apart and the heel of sneaker grinding mercilessly into his ball sack.

"I warned you," she hissed.

Jeffrey whimpered something inaudible.

Appalled, Mason yelled, "Kimberly!"

She let go of her brother and spun around, her innocent hands behind her back, while he curled up in the fetal position, whimpering like a little puppy dog.

"What on earth is going on out here?"

"It's his fault," Kimberly snapped back. "I told him that if he didn't give me my journal back that I'd make him pay. He started it, mother. He was taunting me. For Christ's sake I'm a nineteen years old! I deserve a little-"

"Shut-up," interrupted her mother, her voice quiet and stern, no longer yelling. "You go into the house. I'll deal with you later."

Kimberly sighed, rolled her eyes, threw her hands in the air, and stamped along the yard back into the house, like a toddler marching down the hall and off to her room after a temper tantrum.

Mason watched her until she heard the back door shut, her eyes like that of a hawk, then she relaxed and knelt down beside her son, still curled up and whimpering. She stroked his hair and said tenderly, "Are you okay my baby boy? She really hurt you down there, huh."

He nodded, tears quietly running down his cheeks.

"Okay," said his mother, "Why don't we get you up and get you inside, get a nice bag of frozen peas for your ball sack, and have a little chat with your sister about what she did to you, okay honey?"

He cradled his swollen manhood, whimpering on the ground like a puppy dog.

LATER THAT EVENING

"Kimberly?" Mason called from the bottom of the stairs.

There was no response.

"Kimberly!" she said again, shouting this time.

The innocent and perfect little Kimberly came out from her pretty pink bedroom, stood at the top of the stairs, and in her schoolgirl voice said, "You called for me mother?"

"Don't play games with me young lady," said Mason. "You did something really awful today, you know that? Do you understand how much pain your brother is in, how painful it is for a man to be hit there?"

"He started it-"

"And you didn't even just hit him," interrupted her mother, "You twisted your sneaker with all of your body weight on his poor little balls. You could have irreversibly damaged his testicles like that, you know, could have prevented him from ever being able to have children. Do you think that's a fair exchange? His nuts for your Goddamned journal?"

"Yeah well I don't think he deserves to have children. He's a rotten little brat."

"Kimberly!" shouted her mother, appalled at what she was hearing.

"It's true," little miss perfect persisted, "Besides, I didn't hurt him THAT bad; you're so exaggerating. I just gave his pathetic little marbles a taste of the bottom of my shoe, and he SO deserved it."

"Is that really what you think, that you didn't hurt him very much?"

She put her hands on her hips at the top of the stairs and rolled her eyes.

"That is IT young lady," raged her mother. "You come down those stairs this instant!"

Kimberly yawned, unimpressed, and said, "I'm actually kind of tired, mom."

"Right now young lady!"

The little princess sighed and nonchalantly replied, "Fine."

Her mother watched furiously as she leisurely strolled down the stairs.

"Come with me," said Mason, grabbing her daughter by the wrist and dragging her down the hallway and through the living room.

"Ouch mother! You're hurting my wrist," whined Kimberly. "Please let go or at least loosen up your-"

Just then they entered into the kitchen.

Kimberly couldn't finish her sentence. Her jaw dropped. Sitting at the kitchen table was her little brother Jeffrey, naked from the waist down, gently rubbing ice cubes on two incredibly swollen and blue lumps that were protruding from his crotch. He was in so much pain, his eyes clenched shut that he didn't even hear or notice his sister and mother come in.

"So, young lady," said Mason, "Still think you didn't hurt him very much?"

She just shook her head, her mouth open wide. Then, getting a hold of herself, she said quietly, "No . . . I . . . I didn't know they were so sensitive."

"The poor thing," said her mother, rubbing her hand on her daughter's back.

They both stood there for a few minutes, watching poor little Jeffrey rub ice cubes up and down his swollen nut sack. Then, wanting to give him a little privacy, and figuring that her daughter had learned her lesson, Mason said, "Why don't you go back upstairs, sweetie, okay? You said you were tired . . . and you look tired . . . I'll help Jeffrey upstairs shortly and we'll all go to bed and put this incident behind us."

"Yeah," said Kimberly numbly, staring sadly at her brothers testicles.

Then she brought herself to look away, which was quite painful, and walked out of the kitchen. When she was halfway down the hallway, trying to get the image out of her head, Kimberly's mother jogged lightly out from the kitchen and down the hall to meet up with her daughter.

"Kimberly hold on a second," she called.

She stopped in the middle of the hall and waited for her mother.

Mason leaned in close to her daughter and whispered, so that Jeffrey couldn't here, "Honey do you think you could do me a favor?"

"Sure mom, what is it?"

"Well, I'm worried about how Jeffrey is going to be through the night. I'd like to check on him every few hours, you know, to make sure that he's okay. And I was wondering, since your room is right next door to his, if you could just get up a few times in the night and check on him? You'd save me a lot of trips up and down the stairs in the middle of the night."

"Sure, mom," said Kimberly, feeling good about her task. Taking care of her little brother would help to dull the guilt that she was feeling for being the cause of his painful predicament.

"Thanks honey," said her mom, kissing her on the cheek and sending her off to bed.

"Goodnight," Kimberly called down to her mother as she climbed up the stairs.

"Goodnight sweetheart," said Mason heading back toward the kitchen.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Kimberly woke up in a daze, feeling around for the alarm clock on her nightstand that she had set to go off every two hours. The beeping stopped. It was in the middle of the night. She got out of bed, putting on only a soft plush purple bathrobe over her naked body and a pair of pink fuzzy slippers over her feet.

She stumbled through the darkness of her room, flashlight in hand.

Then, when she got into the hallway, she turned the flashlight and pointed it straight ahead. Her vision was blurry from having just woken up so she gave her eyes a quick rub, and then headed next door toward her brother's bedroom.

Just before opening the door she stopped herself; there was a sound coming from the room.

Jeffrey whimpering.

She felt a pang of guilt slam into her stomach, instantly waking her up.

Then she gently turned the handle of the door, opening it just a crack, and softly called to her little brother, "Hey Jeff, are you okay?"

The crying stopped. Then in a voice scratchy from crying, he responded, "Go away."

Kimberly stepped into the room and flashed the light on her brother. His face was wet with tears. Then she reached around in the darkness for his light switch on the wall and, once she found it, flipped it on. Both of them had to squint their eyes for a moment to adjust to the brightness. Then she stepped in further and sat at the edge of his bed and said again, "Are you okay?"

Jeffrey was naked beneath his covers. His chest visible, a few strands of black hair covering the acne that ran down his chest, up and around his neck, and down his back. "What are you doing in here?"

"Mom wanted me to check on you," she replied.

"Yeah well I don't need you to check on me; you've done enough already."

She sighed and said, "Look Jeffrey, I really am sorry about what happened . . . things just got out of hand is all, and besides, if I had known how sensitive they were to you then I most certainly wouldn't have done it, honest Jeff."

"Yeah," he said, thinking about what she had said.

She looked at him for a moment, and then she looked around his bedroom. Posters of swimsuit models and female celebrities with perfect bodies covered his walls. Assortments of hand lotions were lined up on a shelf, which Kimberly figured he most certainly didn't use for his hands. Then she looked back at her brother, forced a little smile, and asked, "How are they doing anyway?"

"A little better I guess," he replied reluctantly. "Their not as swollen as they were earlier."

"That's good," she replied. Then she remembered how swollen they were when she saw him in the kitchen. The image disturbed her. Wanting to really make sure that she didn't do any serious damage she asked, "Can I see?"

He gave her a disgusted look and said, "What? Why would you want to see? You're my sister Kim; that'd be too weird."

"Come on," she persisted, "I saw them earlier. I saw EVERYTHING earlier."

"You did?"

She nodded.

"When?"

"I was in the kitchen when you were rubbing ice on them."

"You were?"

She nodded.

"Man," he said, his face flushed with embarrassment. "You must think I'm pretty pathetic then if you, you know, saw EVERYTHING."

She gave him a concerned look and asked, "Why would you say that?"

"You know," he said, his eyes lowered to the covers. "Because of my size."

She chuckled and said, "Oh please, Jeffrey. I'm not so judgmental that I'm going think you're pathetic just because you don't have a huge cock. Besides, I didn't even get a good look; I was too distracted by how swollen your balls were. I just want to make sure you're okay is all, you know? You're my brother, Jeff."

He sighed and, pulling the covers aside, said, "Fine."

Kimberly looked down at her brother's swollen package. He was right, his penis wasn't particularly big, but she wouldn't say it was small, more like average. She told him this much, causing him to blush. Then she examined his nuts. They were much, MUCH, less swollen than earlier, but they still looked like they were awfully sensitive.

"Does it hurt when you touch them?" She asked.

He shook his head and said, "No. It's more of a ghost pain, like a dull throb . . . I'm not sure how to explain."

She nodded at him and then began poking and prodding at them, rubbing them gently her hands, seeing if anything felt different. Her eyes being so focused on the ball sack that she was massaging, she didn't notice Jeffrey's growing erection until brushed against her wrist.

Quickly, she stood up and backed away from the bed.

Jeffrey covered himself back up and said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just--"

"No," she interrupted. "Don't worry about it; it's not your fault. That's supposed to happen."

They both kind of nervously chuckled.

Then, after a brief period of awkward silence, Kimberly said, "It didn't look small to me."

Jeffrey sort of perked up at this statement, looking like his old energetic self for the first time since the incident, and said, "Really? I though it was, you know, pretty small."

"Are you kidding me? Why on earth would you think that?"

He shrugged, "Just from things that I've seen."

She smiled and, teasing like, asked, "And what kinds of THINGS are these?"

"I don't know, just some things."

She laughed, "Jesus, Jeffrey. What are you afraid that I'm going to run downstairs and tell mom if you say the word 'porn'?"

"I don't know," he replied. "It's embarrassing, you know?"

"Well it shouldn't be," she said. "I watch it too sometimes, you know. And besides, you can't compare yourself to those guys. Their cocks are freak show big. Believe it or not those things wouldn't even feel good; they'd just hurt. The girls on those websites are actors, you know? They only pretend that it feels good. Trust me, Jeff, you have a good size, a perfect size actually."

"Yeah well how would I know . . .?" he said, referring to his virginity. "I've never even seen a girl naked, in person I mean."

Kimberly thought about this and, figuring that it wouldn't be such a big deal, said, "Well you could see me naked, if you want I mean. I don't know if you'd think that'd be too gross or anything, I am your sister after all, but I wouldn't mind if you wanted to see, you know? It wouldn't' be a big deal to me or anything . . ."

Jeffrey though about this and then said, "Yeah."

"Yeah it would be gross or yeah you'd like to see?"

Nervously, he said, "Yeah I mean I don't, like, want to or anything; you're my big sister, you know? But I am kind of, uh . . . curious I guess."

She laughed, "So is that a yes?"

He nodded.

Slowly and seductively, playing around like, she slowly slid her robe off. First it slipped softly over her shoulders, and then quietly passed her breasts, and finally dropping silently to the floor above her slippers.

Jeffrey gulped loudly.

Kim laughed and said, "Like what you see?"

"Yeah," he said numbly, sliding one hand beneath his blankets.

"What do you think you're doing down there?" She asked, just teasing.

"Nothing," he replied quickly, as if she didn't know.

"Psh," she said. "You don't have to hide it Jeffrey. I'm doing this for you to, you know, make up for what happened today. I want you to feel better. We can consider this making ourselves even."

He cleared his throat and said, "Can you, uh, come a little closer?"

"Sure, I guess so," she said, moving up beside the bed.

Jeffrey let his mouth hang open slightly. Since he was reclined slightly on the bed, his head was level with his sister's neatly trimmed blonde bush. And her thighs looked so nice, thick and muscular, but not too muscular, and her breasts, they were so supple. He continued stroking his cock beneath the blankets.

Then, feeling bold, Kimberly lifted the covers off of her brother.

He didn't protest, though he stopped stroking once he was exposed.

"No," she said, looking down at his erection, covering his swollen balls, "Not a bad size at all."

He chuckled.

"Would you like me to . . .?"

Jeffrey's eyes widened, he looked frightened. "Would I like you to what?"

She laughed, "I don't know. Do something, you know? I'm just trying to make it up to you; we don't have to do this at all if you think it's too weird."

"No," he blurted. "I mean, no I don't think it's too weird. Not no I don't, uh, want to."

"Okay," she said, smiling down at her helpless little brother. "So what do you want me to do?"

He thought about this and then, in a robotic voice, said, "Whatever you think is, uh, appropriate."

"Psh," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him. "Come on Jeffrey, your imagination can't be THAT boring. I mean geez you spend half your day up here jerking off. Trust me, I'm not going to judge you or anything; just tell me what you like, you know, what your fantasy is. What turns you on the most?"

Jeffrey thought about this and then said, "Anal."

Kimberly's smile dropped down into a frown. She looked at him with a cringed face and said, "Anal?"

He nodded. "Yeah . . . why, is that, uh, too much?"

"Well," she said, putting her hands in her lap and biting her lip. "It's not that it's too much, so to speak, it's just that, well, quite frankly anal sex just doesn't feel very good. It's very, very painful, to me anyway."

"But it would feel good to me," he said in his defense. "At least . . . I imagine that it would, you know? I've never had any kind of sex before, so what do I know."

"Yeah," she replied. "Guys seem to enjoy it. But I mean that's my butt, Jeffrey. Do you have any idea how painful it would be to have a cock as thick as yours shoved up there?"

"I don't know," he replied bitterly. "As painful as what you did to me today?"

That familiar pang of guilt hit her in the stomach. Then, quietly, she said, "No I guess not."

They sat there in an awkward silence, each with their own thoughts.

Then Jeffrey asked, "So, uh . . . would that be, uh, all right?"

She sighed. "Yeah I guess so."

His eyes lit up and his cock began bobbing up and down in anticipation of his sister's tight, sweet, hot asshole.

"But just this very one time, okay? And this will be it; we'll be even after this."

"Definitely," he replied quickly, not wanting her to change his mind. "We'll be completely, totally even after this."

"AND," she said, lifting a finger, "You have to promise to stay out of my room from now on."

He nodded, "Absolutely, Kim. Anything you say."

"All right," she replied nervously, a twinge of fear in her voice. "Let's do this and get it over with."

"Right," he said. He sat up from the bed; cock gripped hard in his hand, and said, "I'm ready when you are."

"What are you crazy? You can't just put it in like that."

"Right," he said, shaking his head. "What am I thinking?"

Jeffrey got up from the bed and grabbed a bottle of lubricant from his dresser. He squirted an enormous amount into his palm and rubbed it up and down his shaft vigorously, the excess lube dripping down onto the floor. Then he looked at his sister and said, "Okay, now I'm ready."

She shook her head and said, "Silly boy. You can't just rub it on YOU. I don't produce any fluids in there, so you have to rub it in ME too, coat the inside of my ass with it, you know?"