Spanking From Three

I went down for breakfast. Mooched around a while. Went for a bit of a walk, got bored. Went back to my room. Read for a bit. Glanced at the clock: almost two. Still another four hours until Em would be done, and I'd left it too late to go off into Boston.

Could take a nap, I supposed, but I didn't really feel like doing that.

There was a knock on the door while I was still figuring out what to do.

I'd taken a shower when I came back in, and was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt. Hell, even with the AC it wasn't cold in the room, and I'd had no reason to get dressed. But I couldn't exactly answer the door in boxers.

I compromised by opening the door a crack, keeping myself behind it, then opened it wider as I saw it was Emma. "Here for a break?" I asked, letting her in.

"Here for good," she said, as she entered. I closed the door behind her, raising an eyebrow at her back.

"I thought you were all into this thing."

"Yeah, so did I," she said, as she bent to unstrap her platform sandals, giving me a fair view of her ass as she did. "But to be honest, Big Bro, I think I've outgrown it."

I chuckled. "No shit. I could've told you that before we left."

She straightened, turning to face me. "Well, you were right. But I wanted to get away, and then I wanted to be alone with you, so the trip isn't a complete waste, is it?" She pulled the pink jacket off and dropped it on her bag.

"No, I suppose not," I agreed as I walked back to the chair I'd been sitting in, though I wondered what I was agreeing to.

"Gonna take a shower," she said, drawing my eyes to her again. She was unfastening the pink skirt and letting it fall. "Need to wash that convention off of me, and my feet are fucking killing me."

I watched, saying nothing, as she pulled her crop top off, leaving her in just her underwear. I knew damn well that she'd been walking around the convention, looking like that, getting about a million stares and yet it was me, her brother, that got to see her take it all off. I mean, fuck.

"Sure," I said, nonchalantly. I'd watched her strip a few times now, but if she wanted to show me again, who was I to argue?

She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra, and let it fall.

"You do have amazing breasts," I said. Fuck, how did that slip out?

She looked at me in surprise, then smiled. "Do you really think so?" she asked, pulling her shoulders back to better show them to me.

Well, I'd said it now. It was too late to take it back. Besides, it was true.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," I said. "Your breasts are perfection."

She smiled again and turned away. "What about my ass?" she asked, pushing it out slightly for my inspection.

"That too." It was funny how only a couple days before I would've felt awkward even looking at her ass, but now I was okay discussing it with her. Like it was a piece of art, or something. Well, it was a piece of art. Beautiful, living art.

She looked at me over her shoulder. "Ass, or breasts?"

"How do you expect me to tell when one is bare and the other is clothed?" I couldn't believe I'd said that, either. I half expected her to accuse me of being some kinda pervert, but she merely chuckled, a deep, throaty chuckle.

"Very fair, but I'm going to take a shower, first. Then you can examine all of me to your heart's content."

She padded off into the bathroom, closing the door this time, and I stared blankly at my Kindle a while. I couldn't help but think that the dynamic had subtly changed, that some degree of acceptance had arisen. More on my part than hers, for she had always been open to this. At least, it seemed she had. I found myself wondering where that had stemmed from, and by the time the ensuite door opened again, I thought I had my answer.

She came out wearing just a towel, wrapped around her tightly.

"I have a question," I said, before she had a chance to say anything.

"Okay. Truth or Dare, then," she announced playfully, coming over to take the chair opposite mine, and tucking the towel demurely around her thighs as she carefully sat.

I cocked my head, looking at her. "Sounds dangerous."

"Probably."

"Is that you starting with a Truth?"

She inclined her head gracefully, "I will allow your question."

"Most kind," I said, drolly. "I was thinking, while you were out. Wondering when all this..." I made a gesture with my hand that covered not only the room but the scantily-clad form of my slutty little sister, "...started. Was it when I spanked you the first time, over you trying to steal my car?"

"Borrow," she said with a playful smile. "Yes, I suppose you could say that. I... I liked it when you spanked me. It showed me a side to you I didn't know existed. I like your dominance, Big Brother." She smiled at me a moment. "My turn. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"I knew you'd say that. So tell me truthfully: did you like spanking me?"

The time for denial was long past. She already knew the answer anyway. "Yes, I did. Why do you like being spanked?"

"Don't I get to choose Truth or Dare?"

"Not this time."

She smiled again, then looked thoughtful. "Um... I like the dominance, as I've said. And I like the intimacy, and sensuality of it. It turns me on. And I like the feel of your hand on my ass."

It made a lot of sense when she explained it like that. I realized I'd maybe been hasty when I'd accused her of being fucked-up for liking it. Besides, lots of people liked it -- and lots of people liked weirder things than that, too.

"I'm sorry I called you fucked-up for liking it when I spanked you."

"I'm sorry I never called you fucked-up for liking spanking me," she replied, her lips twitching in amusement.

I laughed. "Fair. And I deserved that. But you pushed me into it, didn't you? The second time?"

She nodded. "I did. I wanted to know if you'd do it again, or if it was a fluke. But it's my turn. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." I'd let her take the first dare. I knew I wouldn't have to wait long.

"Did it turn you on? Spanking me, I mean?"

I smiled, conceding the point. "Yes, it did. And again, you're right; I shouldn't have judged."

She shook her head. "Not what I meant. I just wanted to know. I'm glad it turned you on." She raised one eyebrow. "I'll take a dare."

"You've already shown me your breasts. I dare you to show me your ass."

"Easy. How long?"

Oh yeah. People usually put timers on these things when they played. I'd never actually played Truth or Dare before... not like this, anyway. "Er... thirty seconds?"

She reached for her phone and set a timer, her lips twitching in amusement as she did so. It was a dangerously playful expression. I wondered what I'd unleashed... and then I realized that of all the people in this hotel, it was me that was going to be the only one to enjoy it.

Then she stood, still in her towel. For some reason I thought she'd dump the towel, given how quick she'd been to be nude at other times, but now that we were playing, she seemed to want to make the most of it. That was okay by me. She turned away, leaning forward to support herself on the chair, sticking her ass out toward me, then reached back and slowly inched up the towel.

Bit by luscious bit, her fantastic ass came into view, until the towel was so high it was up over her waist. I feasted my eyes on the delightful curve of her derriere, the intriguing slit that ran between her cheeks, and the hint of her perfectly smooth pussy that I could just see below. Then her phone bleeped, and the towel dropped down again, covering the beauty that she had so briefly shared with me.

"It is a fantastic ass," I conceded.

"So, ass or breasts?" she asked, sitting back down in her chair.

"Ass. Has to be ass. I love your breasts too, but your ass is to die for."

She giggled. "My brother is an ass-man. I never knew that before. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare, then, I suppose." I had no idea what she'd ask of me, only that the game called for a dare.

"Take your t-shirt off."

I raised an eyebrow at the simplicity of her request, but leant forward and pulled it off, bundling it up and throwing it over on top of my bag. "Is the lady so easily pleased?"

"I like seeing you naked," she said, running her eyes over me.

I didn't understand her interest, but I wasn't going to complain. It also told me what she'd ask for next, and that I decided to postpone a little longer.

"Your turn."

"I'm okay with another Dare."

I'd figured she would be. The obvious choice, after the t-shirt thing, was to get her to lose the towel. But I didn't want to be so predictable. "I dare you to masturbate in front of me, for one minute. Without coming."

"Mmm, I like it," she purred. She slipped a hand down between her legs, raising one thigh so that I couldn't see what she was doing. "Are you going to time me?"

"Yes. Are you going to let me see?"

"No. Wasn't part of the dare."

Dammit. I'd have to be more specific in future.

She kept her gaze on me as her hand began to move between her legs, her eyes smoky with the heat of her gaze, and though it was her putting on the show, it was me that squirmed awkwardly in my seat. It was intensely intimate, watching her do this, just in front of me. My own sister, masturbating before me because I'd dared her to.

She chewed her lip and her eyes fluttered closed; she opened them with an act of will, trying to hold my gaze as her pleasure grew. Now it was her beginning to squirm, her hips moving beneath her hand.

"I didn't think it was going to be a problem, not coming within the minute," she said around soft gasps, "but with you watching me... fuck, Alex, this is intense."

Her face was reflecting all sorts of emotions now, and her lower lip was beginning to tremble with the passion she was feeling. She began to chew it again, even as a moan escaped.

I glanced down at the stopwatch I'd started on my phone, as the seconds counted into the fifties. I supposed I should let her know, but it was so much fun to watch -- and besides, I liked the idea of her having to edge for me. A minute came and went, and I kept my gaze on her face. Her breath began to come in pants, and her hips were twitching with each touch of her finger.

"Time," I said softly, at about a minute twenty.

She slumped in the chair with a small gasp, then shared a small smile with me. "That was hot."

"You're hot."

Her smile widened, and she lifted her hand to her mouth, slowly sucking her fingers clean of her own arousal as she held my eyes with hers.

"Don't you usually wipe your fingers on my chest?"

She giggled. "I couldn't resist, that time. Truth or Dare?"

"I'll take another Truth," I said, determined to keep my boxers on for a few more minutes. There was an inevitability to them coming off if we kept playing. If they came off now, she'd know she'd made me hard.

"Hmm, a Truth," she said, contemplatively, tapping her fingertips against her chin for a moment. "Are you looking forward to spanking me again?"

My lips twitched in amusement. "You make this too easy. First the shirt, now this. Yes, I am. You know I am."

"Yes," she said, "I know you are. My turn for a Truth."

I cocked my head on one side and regarded her. "What wouldn't you do for me?"

She lowered her eyes, but a playful smile flirted with her lips. "I thought you knew that by now too, Big Bro. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

"Especially if I spanked you first, huh?"

She smiled. "Yes, especially then. But I've already promised I'd obey you."

"Why?" I asked, and in that moment, it was the only Truth that mattered, turns be damned.

She knew it too. "Because I love you, Alex. I've always loved you, and then you went and spanked me, and just like that my love became lust, too." Her voice was soft, and I could hear the earnestness in her tone. "I'd always have done anything for you, but since you pinned me down and showed me how you could dominate me, I wanted to do anything for you."

"That was why you stripped your bikini in the kitchen, why you let me into your room while you were naked, and why you showed me your body in my room," I said, finally realizing. "You were basically... offering yourself?"

"Yes," she said, then chewed her lip nervously, fiddling with the hem of her towel. I could see the sudden awkwardness in her body language, her fear I would reject her, but I didn't want to say anything yet. I thought there was more to come. The seconds ticked slowly by before she at last spoke again. "I wanted to give you everything I had, but you seemed to see me only as your sister. I knew that you'd have to see me as a woman, first. So, I... I showed you my body. I... I hoped you'd like it, that maybe you'd want it."

I'd already told her she had amazing breasts and a fantastic ass, and yet she was still showing signs of self-consciousness, still needing affirmation. But then, was I any different? I didn't believe her, either, when she told me that I was a 'hunk'. Perhaps it's in all our natures not to believe what we most want to hear.

"So you're my little slut sister," I said, watching her.

"Yes," she said, nodding her head, her eyes wide and full of hope as she looked at me.

"You'll do whatever I tell you to?"

"Anything you want," she breathed, her fingers toying nervously with the towel.

"Suck my cock?"

"Whenever you tell me to," she said, licking her lips. Her eyes flicked down involuntarily toward my boxers.

"Present your bare ass for a spanking?"

"Oh god, Alex..." she shuddered at my words. I took that as a 'yes'.

There was one more thing I needed to know. "Let me fuck you?" I held my breath.

"Fuck yes. Any hole you want," she said.

Those four words speared straight through me, almost as if my heart had stopped. Any hole you want. Fuck, I'd only dreamt that a girl would ever say those words to me, and that it was Emma? My sister? It was too perfect. She was my slut sister, she loved me, and she'd do literally anything for me.

"Stand up," I said, my voice as neutral as I could make it as I tried to hide the lust I was feeling.

"Yes, Alex," she said, rising swiftly.

"You don't need the towel anymore."

"Sorry." She pulled it free and let it drop to the chair behind her, then clasped her hands behind her back and stood, perfectly naked, before me. There were no games now.

"I trust you know this behaviour is totally unacceptable," I said, keeping my voice as stern as I could.

She quailed before me, her eyes falling to the floor. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I just wanted..."

"Quiet," I said, cutting across her. "You're going to have to be punished. Go to the bed; it's time for your spanking."

Her head came up swiftly, her eyes finding mine, the hope blossoming again. "Yes, Alex."

I watched her ass as she walked to the bed. Her slender back narrowed to the most delicate of waists, then flared out over the curve of her hips; two almost perfect halves split by the enticing crack that ran all the way down to the gap at the top of her thighs. I rose from my chair, and as she stopped at the side of the bed, unsure exactly what I wanted from her, I stepped up behind her.

"Bend for me," I said, my hand in the small of her back.

She bent forward over the bed, her smooth skin sliding beneath my palm, her ass coming up as if in offering. She rested her body on her elbows, keeping her legs straight, all the better to present her charms to me. I let my fingers trail down over the top of her ass.

"You know you need a spanking, don't you?"

"Yes, Alex," she murmured into the bed.

"I warned you not to make a third time necessary." I placed my palm against her rump, letting my fingertips push into the delightful delve between her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she said, and her voice carried a delicious sense of real vulnerability.

"I'm going to have to punish you much more than before," I said, as I pulled one cheek away from the other. "It's for your own good. To show you your place."

"Whatever you wish to do to me, Big Bro," she murmured. "Anything you wish to do to me."

My first blow landed with a satisfying crack against the curve of her ass, and the gasp it pulled from her was even more satisfying still.

"Do you wish me to hurt you?" I asked, genuinely curious how far she wanted me to take it. I didn't wait for her reply before my second strike landed on her other cheek, at least as hard as the first.

She cried out softly. "You can hurt me if you want to."

I struck her again, twice, alternating cheeks, each crack sounding sharp through our hotel room. "I know I can. That isn't what I asked you."

She was gasping from the last blows. "Please don't hurt me too much."

"But some?" I trailed my fingers down over her ass, feeling the heat in her skin. She shivered at my touch.

"Yes, some."

"Enough to know that you are mine?" I dug my fingertips into the flesh of one cheek, spreading her ass open. I had been standing beside her, looking down on her, but now I wanted to see all she had to offer. Still holding one cheek in my grip, I moved slightly behind her, and now nothing obscured my view of her body's most intimate parts.

"Yes, I am yours. I already know I am yours. Hurt me as much as you wish to. Do whatever you wish with me."

I chuckled softly, even as I ran my eyes down over the intimacy of her tight, puckered asshole. "I bet you are already wet, aren't you my little slut?"

"Yes, Alex," she whimpered into the bed.

"Ready to be penetrated."

She whimpered again. "Yes, Alex."

"Show me. On the bed, on your back."

She moved swiftly, with an alacrity that the blows to her ass must be partly responsible for, even though I'd hardly spanked her compared to the other times. But I wasn't done yet.

I loved the expression she wore as she looked up at me. Pure submission in her gaze. Was that the spanking, or the natural predilection of my sister? I thought back to her acquiescence the last two times I had spanked her.

"You like being told what to do, don't you?"

"Yes, Alex." The heat in her gaze made my cock twitch.

"Lie here," I said, indicating the edge of the bed. I wanted her beneath both my hands.

It was fun to move her around, to be able to cast my eyes over her nakedness without worrying that she might object. I realised that at some point I'd set down my own hang ups; at some level this was still wrong - she was my sister, after all - but also it was the consensual acts of two adults, alone in a hotel room. She wanted me to do whatever I wished with her; would it not be churlish to refuse?

I waited until she was lying on her back immediately before me, And let my hand rest lightly on her shoulder. "Knees up to your chest, spread your thighs."

She obeyed with the speed and enthusiasm that showed her willingness, and now her body was fully opened before me. I trailed my fingers down over her breast, flicking a fingertip across her nipple, but my eyes were between her legs, my gaze caressing her bare folds as they glistened with her arousal.

I lifted my other hand and lightly let my fingertips rest on her open pussy. She chewed her lip nervously, staring up at me with wide eyes. It was obvious how wet she was even from that slight touch.

"Should I punish you more?"

She opened her mouth as if to speak but no words came out. Instead she just looked at me, as if not knowing how to respond. It was kind of cute.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said, and then slapped my fingers down across her vulva. The gasp she rewarded me with was a higher pitch than the ones I'd heard before. "Did you like that?" I asked, as I took her nipple between finger and thumb and pulled it, twisting slightly as I did.

"Please don't make me answer that, Alex," she pleaded with me.