How My Sister Took Over

This is an adaption of one of my earlier works for a role reversal site. I had to adapt a few things to fit this site’s standards. All of my characters having sex are over 18.

This story contains aspects of domination, femdom, and incest. Of course it is fiction and admittedly pushes the bounds of credibility.

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It was well after midnight when I got home from hanging out with my buds and sure enough my twin sister, Evelyn was waiting for me. I was over an hour past curfew, but that did not matter since my parents were out of town anyway.

She immediately started in on me catching me as I barely closed the door. “Where have you been?” she demanded. “I had a date and got back two hours ago. When you didn’t show up I got worried. Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

“Out of charge”, I muttered. ” And I was just hanging out with Roger and Dave.”

“Oh, and like you could not have used one of their phones to call?” she demanded.

“Didn’t think about it.” I said, looking down, trying to get past her. No good, she sidestepped to get right back in my way.

“That is your problem, you DON”T think!. You just do stuff without thinking things out, just like a little kid. HEY!! You were drinking… I can smell alcohol on your breath!” Her voice was high and stringent. ” I am over 18 and can drink. Dad doesn’t mind,” I replied.

“Only beer, you idiot, not whisky. You think I don’t can’t tell the difference?” This was going downhill fast. I knew I had been caught flat-footed. I expected her to be asleep by the time I got home as she usually was.

We were twins but our personalities were no where similar. I guess that comes with being opposite sexes. She was the responsible one. We were scheduled to graduate high school in only 3 weeks. She was likely going to be named either valedictorian or salutatorian. Of course, she worked at it and studied hard pulling straight A’s. On the other hand, I did enough to get by and got mainly B’s with a few A’s in the easier courses. My philosophy was why bust your butt when you can do almost as good with a lot less effort. Of course our parents did not share that logic and expected me to do better.

Evelyn never gave me a hard time about her getting better grades, but she sure did about my lack of effort. And now I was hearing her let out her frustrations for my not paying attention to things at full volume. All about how I always took the easy way, not thinking things through, not considering other’s needs.

I know I should have rebuffed her attack. I could have easily pushed her hand away and forced my way past. But I was taken aback by her verbal barrage. I was admittedly more than a little drunk and she knew it. I was actually a little fearful of her. I stood there and let her unload.

And damned if her fingernail was not sharp, poking me right in the center of my chest as she chewed me out. All I could do was backpedal. I backed a few steps until I hit the front door while she followed. She had lost her point in the center of my chest and as she got right in my face her hand shifted over to my left chest and had me pinned to the wall with her fingernail burying itself about an inch into the skin of my left pec. She was calling me an inconsiderate brat and berating me for everything I had done lately. Saying how our parents had been too lax on me, giving me more room than I deserved. And what a screw-up I was. I was afraid to grab her hand and pull it away. I stood there……and took it.

Then I realized my cock was starting to get hard. Perverted as it might be, I had fantasies about being spanked and by her in particular after reading numerous role reversal stories while jerking off. Sister or not, Evelyn was a fox. She took after our mother. Thank God for cargo pants and boxer-briefs. Hopefully I can get away before she notices.

“Okay, I’m sorry for being inconsiderate.” I muttered, trying to diffuse the situation.” Can I go now?” Anger spent, she turned and walked away leaving me standing there and headed to her room. “Turn off the lights, if you can figure out how.” she called back sarcastically as she disappeared. I did and retreated to my own room. I stumbled as I passed her door. I’d had more to drink than I realized.

When I stripped off my shirt, I saw the crescent shaped mark on my left chest where her fingernail had all but punctured the skin. It felt like it might even bruise. I dropped my pants and laid on my bed, jerking my cock until I spewed all over my belly.

I knew I needed to have a talk with my sister in the morning. If she tells our parents about my drinking and then driving home my ass was toast. That we were drinking whisky and not beer compounded the issue. The last three weeks of the school year would be miserable. Yeah, I was over eighteen but still totally dependent on my parents. They owned my car and paid the insurance. I got a small allowance for spending money. Not to mention the roof over my head and the food I ate. What they gave they could take away. That was their mantra. I generally did not cross the line to really piss them off. Drinking was certainly way across the line.

I woke early the next morning. I’d had some wild dreams the night before and, of course, woke with my normal morning wood. Thoughts of last night’s confrontation with Evelyn came back and I stroked myself off before I even got out of bed to piss.

I did not bother to shower. Dressed in my regular tshirt and cargo shorts, I made my way to the kitchen. As expected, Evelyn was already up, a pot of coffee already made, even though she was not drinking any.

She had a glass of what looked like some kind of smoothie in front of her. She was into a big-time health kick. Not exactly an athlete, she played on a couple sports teams, girl’s volleyball and soccer came to mind. She always claimed the activity kept her feeling good and able to focus on what needed to be done. And what she thought needed to be done was half again what other students did. Debate team, school newspaper editor. She was the golden child. I poured myself a cup of java and sat down at the table.

She looked at me with what could almost be called a smirk and asked, “So how do you feel this morning?”

“Pretty good,” I answered, “I was not not all that drunk last night, just a little buzzed.”

“Yeah,” she replied, “Buzzed enough you could not think too straight. Nor walk straight. You stumbled a few times.” When I did not reply she said. You were stumbling right? Admit it.” This was not how I had envisioned the conversation going. I admitted I had enough to drink that I was stumbling.

“You never thought to call me to tell me you were running late. Of course I can see how you would not want to phone and tell me what you were really doing. Out drinking and whisky of all things. Then when I confronted you, all you did was babble and gave me that ‘deer in the headlights’ look.” “Sorry” I muttered. ” No you aren’t.” she said. “You are just saying that. You will be back doing the same crap at the first opportunity”

“No, I mean it” I said. “I have been thinking.”

“OOOH… did thinking hurt?”, she scoffed.

“I am serious.” I said. ” I was thinking that maybe we could come up with a plan to sort of straighten me out. Get me to be more responsible.”

“Yeah, right’ she laughed. “you are looking for a way to keep me from telling Mom and Dad you came home last night late, without calling, and with liquor on your breath.

She was right. I really did not want them to find out. But I needed to say something mature that she would appreciate. “Seriously. I need your help to get back on top of things. We are graduating in a few weeks and will be going to college next year. Last night you told me I don’t know how many times that I was immature and needed self-discipline. Well, thinking about it, I have to admit, I agree.”

Evelyn was laughing a little now. “What I said was you were an immature little brat who deserves his butt kicked so he might begin to think. Glad to hear that this morning you agree I was right. Although I know it will not last. You will go right back to doing whatever catches your attention at the time. You are a horrible waste of potential and that is what pisses me off.”

I was thinking, damn!! now here she is belittling me again. Without really thinking what I was saying I blurted, “Dammit. I am trying to suggest that maybe you could take charge and sort of whip me into shape before I fuck it all up.” I shut my mouth at that point and must have turned completely red. I could feel my face get hot. I had sort of rehearsed this before I came out of my room this morning. I knew I had to use finesse. I had almost blurted out something that would make me look like a world class chump. Or even a full blown pervert.

Her facial expression was classic surprise. She looked at me and said, ” Alright, saying I would even think you would do what I said for even a few days before reverting back to your regular asshole self, what do you have in mind?”

I said, ” I don’t know for sure. Maybe set rules for me to follow and ground me or something when I mess up. Just please don’t tell Mom and Dad about the drinking. Even if I deny it and you don’t have proof, they will believe you.”

At that she laughed and told me how it might last a week until I decided I did not want to go along. I promised I would comply. “Oh, and who says I don’t have proof? I took a video of the whole thing including me pushing you around with my finger.” My mouth fell open. “And when I went to my room it recorded you stumble a bit. I came out and got the phone after I heard your door close.”

At that point she told me to get another cup of coffee and go into the living room for a bit while she thought a few things over. Then she poured herself a big cup of coffee and and walked to her room her face showing no sign of what she was thinking..

I went back to the kitchen once for a refill of coffee. Finally she came out and said, “Ok, let’s go to your room.” I followed her wondering where this was going to go.

“Oh, god, this place reeks!!. No wonder Mom makes you bring your dirty clothes out to be washed if you want clean clothes to wear. She probably can’t stand the smell either. All your clothes are scattered on the floor, your bed is unmade, and I would be afraid to go into your little private bathroom for fear some fungus would poison me.” I held my retort. “First things first. Pick up all these clothes and strip the bed. Take it all to the laundry room.” I did not argue and quickly did what she said. “Good boy!” she said, grinning. I know I blushed.

Pointing at my desk she said, “Sit down and write this…. ‘I, John, am a pathetic loser who has asked….no change that to ‘BEGGED’ my sister to take control of my ass to teach me self discipline so I might become a functional unit of society.” “Now write that in cursive, VERY neatly, 300 times.”

I looked at her aghast. “That will take me hours!!” She looked at me and replied..”Ok, now it is 500 times. You either do it or don’t. This is a test to see if you have the balls to keep your word for even a day. Oh and to motivate you, I recorded our conversation in the kitchen. I went to my room to send it to the cloud.”

Evelyn left me to my task. I started writing and after maybe 30 minutes realized this was not an easy task. It was boring and most of all painful. I had not written anything beyond a few sentences by hand for years. I even took notes in school using the keyboard on my tablet. My right hand and forearm were already tired. I decide to take a break, let my right hand rest and count my lines. I had written only 100 lines. I was trying to be neat like instructed, but this was going to take all day!!!

Another hour passed and Evelyn walked in without knocking and asked how I was doing. I stifled my protest that she did not knock. I complained that my hand and forearm hurt, my butt was numb and I was bored with this. She laughed and asked me if I wanted to quit and repeated her comment or if I had the balls to go along with what I agreed to. I gritted my teeth and kept writing. “And it’s a good thing you did not gripe about me just walking in. I was prepared to add another couple hundred lines.” she added with a smirk.

Finally close to supper time I was finished. Evelyn counted my lines per page and then multiplied by the pages and pronounced I had completed my task. She took the pages away. She had ordered takeout for supper and was amused when I barely used my right hand hand to eat. I told her my whole forearm hurt and I could barely move my fingers.

“I guess you won’t be playing with yourself much tonight, huh?” she quipped.. When I blustered, she said she had been doing laundry and could tell what I spent my time doing after seeing my stained and “crusty” sheets. She told me after we ate I was to take my clean laundry to my room, put it away then make my bed and she would be in to check soon.

I had just finished putting the fresh sheets on my bed when Evelyn came in and asked if I was going to quit or wanted to continue. I had resolved to see this through and see where she took it. Plus I was more than a little pigheaded and decided she was not going to get the best of me that easy. I might have my fantasies, but I also had my pride. I was not enjoying this at all but I was NOT going to quit. I had opened the door and she had pushed the issue.

She then told me to sit down and write what she said. “I, John being an undisciplined idiot who can not keep focused on a task long enough to excel, have begged my sister Evelyn to take charge of my pathetic ass. I want her to set restrictions as well as goals for me so I can grow to be a better person.”

“I acknowledge that while we are the same age, she is more mature so should assume the role of dominate sibling while I subordinate myself to her will. She is free to make my rules for me and impose punishments as she deems fitting. signed…..”

“Holy fuck!!” I exclaimed out loud. “You want me write this out?”

“Yep… and sign it” she replied. “Then you are going to read it out loud for a video. Put your ass where your mouth is…. that is, if you still have the balls.”

“If we are going to do this, then we will do it MY way. And if you even try to back out, I will fry your sorry butt. I will let everybody know you make promises and then break them.”

I wanted one caveat. And that was this agreement was between us and nobody else could or would know. Nothing would be done in public that would ‘out’ me. Not even our parents could know. Evelyn assured me that our contract was between us. and then added, ‘As long as I did as agreed.’

Once again, I let my teenage male gonads override my brain. I could not help the erection I sprouted. Looking back, I can see where I knew I really did need some direction and discipline in my life. I wrote it all out in long hand as directed and signed.

I handed the confession /contract or whatever you want to call it to Evelyn. She read over it, smiled and said, “Ok. We begin.” Then I read it as she taped me. “Answer these questions. I will be back shortly.” She left and I read the paper she handed me. It simply asked for my passcodes to my computer and cell phone as well as the password and username on my browsers. I realized right away she would have full access to my websites, but she returned before I could log on to clear history or delete bookmarks. Now why don’t you take your books out to the kitchen table and start studying? Finals are week after next. I want to take a little time and look at your computer.” When I started to protest she just looked at me and told me I was in enough trouble and to not compound things. As I made my way, I decided that this was not measuring up to my expectations.

I could not really concentrate on doing much studying worrying about what Evelyn was doing in my room. About two hours later she came out. “Interesting sites you’ve been surfing little brother.” (Little brother?) “I expected some porn like pics of naked women, but you had a mother load of story sites. No wonder you don’t get much studying done. It would take hours to keep caught up with all those sites. Several I found very interesting in light of our new family dynamic.” I flushed beet red and could not look her in the eye. “Just fantasy reading..” I muttered. “Yeah, and they are going to stay a fantasy as far I am concerned. Well except for a few things. I wondered where you got the idea you blurted earlier about me ‘whipping’ you into shape.” she said. “Was that you being impulsively honest?”

“That little agreement you signed earlier is going to take on a whole new meaning. I was thinking of just grounding you like you suggested this morning, maybe a little humiliation by threatening to out you. But now I am going to take it further.” The first thing she asked for was my cell phone. Examining the call and text logs, she immediately scolded me. “No wonder it took you so long to write those lines earlier. You wasted time texting with Roger about why you can’t hang out and play video games this afternoon. And lying saying you had to do my chores so I would not report you to our parents for drinking liquor last night. You could have simply said you had other things to do, like your chores and studying, but you had to blame me.”

“Sorry,” I muttered. “You will be…” she said.

Then she pulled out her own phone and started messing with both at the same time. When I asked what she was doing, she told me she was changing my privacy settings to those of a child and syncing the phones so she could track me. “I also just made it impossible for you to delete any texts or logs without a special code. I will know what you are doing on this phone. I have already done that with your computer. I will be able to see every site you go to and how much time you spend on the web.”

“Now for some rules to start with: I have been driving to school so I can get there early. You get there at the last minute. That is a waste of gasoline. For the next few weeks you will drive both of us and that means we go early.” I nodded.

“Next, no more of those colored boxers or boxer-briefs you are so fond of. You have a half drawer of tighty whities that you never wear. I know because I do the laundry most of the time.”

I protested. “Why? I like them. Those boxer briefs are a lot more comfortable.”

“That is the reason”, she answered. “You are going to have to start earning things you like. Besides you have a pile of those white briefs. They may a little small depending on how much you have grown, but I am sure you can get them on. Or I could get you some women’s panties if you prefer.” I shut up and shook my head.

“This next part is a no-brainer. We have a week to study before finals. So, no video games with friends or even internet time. We are both going to be studying our butts off this next week. Work hard and you might get some free time next Friday night.”

“That is what review in class at school is all about. To go over stuff and refresh it”, I commented.

“And that attitude is why your grades are ok but not great.” she argued. “Matter of fact, I bet you do not even EXACTLY know the grade you have now in each of your classes.” I shook my head.

She started lecturing me on how I need to know so I know where to put the emphasis into my studying for finals. How it made no sense to waste time if I had a solid grade that could not be changed no matter how well or poorly I did on the final. But if the grade was marginal, I could improve or drop a grade by a letter depending on the final exam.

Damn, she was getting picky here. I’d heard her say this before. Normally I would have blown her off and walked away, but these were not normal times. I sat there politely and listened. Especially when she told me how it could effect my going to college next year. I planned to go to the University we had in town.

I really did not care for her next rule. I was to have no right to any privacy. She could enter my room at any time and look through anything she wanted. When she saw I was starting to say something, she told me to relax. She had no interest in watching me shower or go to the bathroom, but I would keep my room neat and tidy at all times. And that I would start first thing in the morning by scrubbing my bathroom from top to bottom. Now that my clothes were picked up off the floor, I could vacuum the carpet.

With that she sent me to bed. I would have to confess, I felt like a kid by this point.

The fantasy of having my sister be in charge was nothing like reality. There was no eroticism here. I was just feeling a loss of freedom. Evelyn on the other hand was finally getting her due. I now had to pay attention to what she had said for years. I do know she loved me and wanted me to do well even though she considered me a “brat” and a pain in the ass.

The ONLY upside was I got a hardon reliving how humiliated I felt with her seeing the story sites I frequent. Or maybe used to frequent. I jerked off again before I went to sleep but was careful to not let any spunk get on the sheets as I knew she would notice when they needed to be laundered. No, she would probably inspect the bed.

It seemed I had barely gone to sleep when I heard Evelyn’s voice telling me to get up and get dressed. “What part of early don’t you understand?” she demanded. It was eight o’clock already. She stood there for a few seconds. I wanted her to leave before she saw my morning boner. I made a show of rubbing my face and sat up in bed. She turned to leave and I scrambled out of bed and donned a pair of loose shorts. She had fixed breakfast and even made a whole pot of coffee even though she rarely drinks it.

While we ate, she laid out the day’s schedule. I was to clean my bathroom and vacuum the carpet in my room first then mow the yard. The yard was tiny and rarely took more than 30 minutes, front and back unless of course I used the string trimmer and edged. I didn’t feel like the extra work so mowing was enough. She would get to work inside the house. Then we would have a few hours of studying. At some point the two of us would have another heart to heart talk. I was thinking “oh damn, another lecture”.

She had received a text from our mother saying her and my father would not be returning home until well after dark tonight. They had been gone since early Friday for a weekend meeting/retreat something or other for Dad’s company. Evelyn probably knew exactly what it was. I just looked at it as free time. Dad was the local honcho for his company, so he attended these things regularly and it was supposed to be good for the wife to go along so as Evelyn and I got older we were left alone. Before that it was some babysitter or neighbor looking in on us.

I did my assigned duties and showered before lunch. When I came to eat, Evelyn asked what I was wearing. I looked at her like she was stupid and told her a little sarcastically, clean clothes. “I can see that part. I meant underneath boxer briefs, or tighty whities?” When I admitted I was wearing boxer briefs, she pointed towards my room and told me to change. I felt about an inch tall but complied. I wondered if she would have checked had I had said the little white briefs,.

After we ate and cleaned up the dishes, she asked me if I wanted to study or have our little talk. Left on my own, I’d have watched television. I would have rather slit my wrist than either option but said study. So we both got our books and studied physics, the one class we shared. Being an over-achiever, Evelyn was in advanced placement physics and got extra credit while I took the regular class. We shared the same lectures and same material but her labs were more involved and they had extra projects. I had to admit, she had a lot better grasp of the material than I did. She taught me a lot during our study session. I would not have sought her help if she had not insisted we study together.

We took a break and I went outside and sat on the porch for a bit until she called me in for our talk. I followed her to my room where she did a quick inspection of the bathroom and to see if the bed was made and with no dirty clothes laying around. The room was tidy as I knew it would be. I had paid attention to at least that part of her directions last night.

When she sat on my bed, I started to sit in my desk chair but she stopped me and told me to stand in front of her. She said we had a number of issues to address before our parents came home tonight. We would both ‘clear the air’ and set the stage for our future. When she said she had stayed up a little late last night reading online, surfing some of my websites, I began to feel a little apprehensive. Then she dropped the bombshell and my apprehension turned into panic when she said, “Drop those shorts.”

“What?!!!” I exclaimed putting my hands over my groin. I had not expected this. “I said drop those cargo shorts to your ankles…NOW!!”

“Oh, God, please no…”

“You signed the contract. You read those stories. You know what is happening and you are going to do it.” she said calmly and reached for the front of my pants.

I felt such a wave of humiliation, I almost started to cry. I did choke a little as my pants started to come down. I covered my crotch with both hands. I felt very little relief when she told me I could keep my underwear on.

She began to recount my offenses starting with the ones from the last few days. The drinking liquor, lying, not even following instructions regarding something as small as my underwear. Then she said this spanking was well overdue and that I had been a brat for a long time and now I was going to atone for those transgressions.

I had tears in my eyes already when she patted her left thigh and told me to lay across that thigh and across my bed. It took a bit to position me. As she is right handed and I was laying across the bed my left arm behind her back right arm up by my head. My crotch was pressed into her thigh with my ass in the air. I felt her right leg wrap around my ankles and press onto my pants which were at my ankles. I tested my legs and knew I could not move them even if I tried. She told me in no uncertain terms that if I reached back with my free hand I would deeply regret it.

To my horror, I felt my cock begin to stiffen. And then the first blow fell. It was her open hand but stung a lot worse than I had expected. Evelyn was damn strong and she was not holding back. She peppered the seat of my briefs. I had tears but they were from the humiliation more than the pain. It still stung. I heard myself grunt with each strike despite my attempts to be stoic..

Then suddenly she stopped. “What the…” I heard then I was told to stand up. When I did, we both saw the front of my brief tented. Then Evelyn looked from the wet front of my briefs to her thigh and saw the slimy patch that marked where my cock had rested. She turned beet red and screamed, “You jizzed on my leg? Getting a spanking makes you cum on my leg?” I shook my head and started to say it was not cum but she just ordered, “Get me something to clean this off. “NOW!!” My shorts tangled around my ankles and I almost tripped rushing to the bathroom to get a wash cloth.

I returned seconds later and Evelyn was a little calmer. She was poking the slimy spot with her index finger and rubbing it around a little. Taking the cloth, she told me to get a towel. I returned with the towel and she spread it over her thigh and told me to get back in place. Then she stopped me and told me to put my shorts back around my ankles. I had kicked them off running back and forth to the bathroom. I asked her what was the point. It did not matter if they were around my ankles or on the floor. “Because I said so.” she replied. “More questions and your spanking will get worse.”

Ordered back across her lap, I was shaking with humiliation and adrenaline. Now she seemed to think it all a little funny. “I had read about guys getting hard when getting spanked, and women getting all wet, but to see it shocked me. Now we start over.” She wrapped her right leg back around and pinned my feet inside my cargo shorts like before.

She gave me one hard slap then said, “But now a little extra.” And with that grabbed the leg part of the briefs and yanked them up and gave me a wedgie. It surprised me so bad, I reached back with my free hand. “I warned you to NOT reach back to cover yourself.” She grabbed my hand and pushed it into the middle of my back. Telling me to leave it there, she reached down again and pulled my briefs up so tight into my asscrack I thought I was going to be split. My buns were both fully exposed now as she rubbed my cheeks then started spanking my ass again.

My humiliation doubled. After a couple swats, the pain went off the charts. Evelyn grabbed my free hand and pulled it up between my shoulder blades. I could not move a bit or I would have shot across the room when that next searing blast set fire to my butt. It was not her hand. That much I could tell. I yelped immediately. “The hairbrush works doesn’t it?” she asked..

I would like to say I only grunted or whimpered a little like those people in the videos do when getting spanked or caned. I would like to say I held out a while until the pain just got too bad before I broke and cried.

I did neither. I am not sure how many swats it took, but I can tell you not many before I was hollering and crying like a little baby, begging for her to stop. She didn’t. She shifted from one cheek to the other and then to my upper thighs and then back to my cheeks.

I also did not go limp, accepting the pain, like in some of the stories. It scorched and burned as I felt every one of the strikes. I was sure I was going to have a lump of pulverized flesh for an ass. Well that was my first thought when it ended and I could think. Before that all I knew was pain…scorching fire across my ass and thighs and nothing I did could stop it. I was broken.

Evelyn did not stop until she was satisfied. I was not even sure when she stopped exactly.. But I laid there still bawling when it finally permeated my brain that she was telling me to stand up. I finally managed to stand, wobbling a little. I started to reach back to feel my ass but stopped at her warning. “You touch your butt and we will start again.”

I managed to put my fingers behind my neck fingers interlocked as she instructed and then waddled over to face the wall, pants still around my ankles. Evelyn pulled my shorts up to my knees and told me to spread my legs far enough to hold the shorts in place. She pulled the wedgie tighter. Told not to move until told otherwise, I stood there trying to compose myself, tears running down my face. My was nose running. Then quiet.

I stood there, my nose almost touching one of the posters that adorned my walls for what felt like eons. Evelyn said later it was like 15 minutes. I was concentrating on not letting my knees buckle or letting my legs relax their hold on my shorts to let them fall. I was deathly afraid of the consequences.

I heard the pop of a soda can. How long she had been gone, I had no idea. She might have been standing there for a while as far as I know. I was too afraid to move. Until I heard the very soft click of her cell phone taking a picture.. “No pictures!!”, I yelled. I felt the slap of a hand on my ass. Not that it felt like a slap. It felt like what I could imagine a branding iron to feel like. I jumped and my shorts fell to my ankles. “Be still,,” she ordered as she pulled my shorts back up to my knees so I could hold them there.

I started begging. ‘Please, no pictures.” Evelyn laughed and told me these pictures were for me and she wanted a few closeups and some showing a full body shot. When I started to complain again she warned me that if I did not shut up and listen, she would make me wish I did.

Then she told me how she was documenting my punishment on my own phone camera, and that I could delete them later. But ONLY after I uploaded the best ones onto my computer in a file called ‘my punishments’ with a description of why it happened and how I felt. She told me that they would serve as a reminder later and make me think about my behavior and attitude. “Start with your drinking and end with the deplorable state of your room. I want a detailed story.”

Finished with her picture taking, she told me to pull up my pants and turn around. After I managed to do that, she gave me a hug and told me to go wash my face and then come but not to ‘dawdle.’ Lord knows I did not want to give her any excuse to so much as look at my butt.

We talked a while (me standing) which she thought amusing especially after offering me a seat a few times to tease. We were now on a clean slate…past offenses forgiven. but she also told me that any time I did not follow her rules or instructions, I could find myself over her lap for an encore.

“This is not what I envisioned.” I said quietly. “I thought about us studying together.”

“Tough!” Evelyn said. “This is what you got. Like I told you before we are going to do this my way. And if I am wasting my time, I will totally nuke you.” I had no doubt she would.

After dinner I went to my room to study, which I did laying on my stomach on my bed. I remembered to set an earlier alarm for the following morning as directed. The shower I took that night reminded me in spades just how tender my glutes were. I elected to sleep nude. My butt hurt enough with out even having briefs touching the skin.

I got up the next morning and met Evelyn in the kitchen. She did not make a single comment, but acted like this was the norm of our existence. We went to school for a relatively normal day. The only thing that was not normal was the sensitivity of my ass.

The only comment ever made was by my Dad who laughed and said he was wondering upon returning home if he and Mom would find that one of us had beat the other to death. Then he said he did not know which one he would have bet to be the survivor.

The whole week I knuckled down and studied. Friday morning, Evelyn surprised me and said she was very impressed with my efforts and as a reward she was going to let me off for the evening. I told her Roger and Dave wanted to get together to play one of Rogers new video games and how much I appreciated being allowed to go visit my friends.

Evelyn as it turned out had a date to see a movie. I knew Bob, another smart kid like Evelyn. He was ok, not a real popular guy but not a jerk either. If you had to pick somebody for your sister to date, he was as good as it gets.

Things did not really go as planned that night. Bob arrived to pick up Evelyn and I took off for Rogers’ house as planned. Dave showed up and after we played a little, Dave told us that one of our classmates was throwing a pre-finals party and we should go. I had heard of it already of course, but had no intentions of partying. I was surprised when Evelyn let me go over to Roger’s house. Both Roger and Dave decided that was where we needed to be and started ribbing me about being a pussy. Like a fool, I succumbed to peer pressure and went along. To tell the truth, I was lusting about that party and wanted to go from the minute I first heard about it at school.

Now at this party, there was liquor and weed as well as beer. I made damn sure to stay away from the liquor and weed. I had learned my lesson. I could always claim that Roger had some beer at his house. As long as I was not buzzed driving I figured everything was cool. I’d limit myself to one.

What I did not count on was that Bob also knew about this party and suggested to Evelyn they stop by to check it out after the movie. Evelyn was reluctant since she knew there would be alcohol and weed. She wanted to make sure she did not get into any trouble. Bob wanted to fit in and taking Evelyn on a date helped his reputation. His decision did not help me at the the time though.

There I was talking with one of my female classmates, Stacie who I had dated off and on for the past year or so when who walks in but my very own sister. I about peed my pants, but Evelyn was cool as ice as she stepped up and engaged us in conversation. Evelyn turned to Bob and told him that if he did not mind, she would just go home with her brother in a little while and he could stay and party. Bob was happy with that. I was not.

The girl I was talking to, Stacie, was my sister’s dear friend. She was not dating anybody seriously. I had taken her to the prom. She had come alone to the party to make an appearance. We talked a bit before she drifted away. Evelyn told me to come with her and then approached the girl who was hosting the party. I was standing off to one side when I heard Evelyn ask the girl if there was some place very private where she could have a talk with her brother. Sure, an upstairs bathroom that was off limits for the party.

Up we went. I was not sure if i was going to pee my pants or shit them. Evelyn was still calm and composed. until we reached that bathroom. Evelyn looked around and asked me to explain what I was doing at the party and why I was not at Rogers as I had originally said. I stated to tell her how it all came about then saw she was fiddling with the plastic rod that is used to make the louvers of the window blinds turn. Evelyn unclipped it and told me to turn around, ‘drop them’ then bend over and put my elbows on the lavatory counter.

Oh, fuck was my thought as I dropped my jeans, facing away from Evelyn. I expected another wedgie then another ass blistering. She simply said, “I told you to drop them. That means your briefs too. If you don’t do it quickly, you will be standing there nude. Needles to say, I pulled my briefs to ankles and stood facing away from Evelyn. She did not need to see my cock and balls. I already knew my ass was in for it.

If I thought a hairbrush could administer pure fire, I was sorely mistaken. That plastic rod from the blinds buried itself deep into ass leaving behind pure unadulterated hell. Evelyn warned me first not to scream or even make a noise that could be heard outside the bathroom walls. “You don’t want a bunch of guys coming up here to see you with your pants around your ankles and me beating your butt do you?” I shook my head no and barely managed to NOT scream. I was crying like a little baby again though. Evelyn told me to hold still while she took the pictures I was to upload on my computer like before, using her camera this time. The only thing I managed to do was stand facing one direction with Evelyn behind me so at least I did not have the indignity of showing her my cock and balls.

Living in the same house, it is inevitable to see one another in a state of relative undress. But neither had seen the other nude since we were little kids.

I was not allowed a whole lot of time to compose myself before Evelyn told me we were going home. On the way to the front door she clapped her hand on my ass and laughed as my knees buckled. As we stepped outside, she leaned close and said “We are going to have a little conversation tomorrow.”

It had been almost a week since I had to spend a whole night on my stomach or face the excruciating pain of my blistered ass being compressed into a mattress. That was not near long enough in my opinion.

I was lying there feeling very sorry for myself having just turned off my alarm when Evelyn came bouncing through the door. I use the term bouncing because I was thinking she looked chipper.

“Please let me lay here,” I begged. “I had a hard time sleeping.”

“Nope. get up and get your butt to the kitchen,” she ordered, slapping me on the ass and almost eliciting a scream which I managed to stifle only by shoving my face into my pillow. “You have 2 minutes.” That was motivation enough. By the time I dressed and peed, my morning boner had subsided.

When I reached the kitchen I saw Mom at the counter and Evelyn sitting at the table drinking some kind of smoothie. “There you are. Want some coffee?” asked Mom. I answered in the affirmative and looked over at Evelyn who grinned watching me walk gingerly.

Mom poured me a cup and then repeated what I am sure she had already told Evelyn. “Your father went to play golf first thing this morning with some of his guys from work. I am going to go to the grocery store in a few minutes. When I get back I want help from both of you to unload the car and put everything away. Then I am off to do some shopping. Don’t either of you make any plans for this evening as your father has made reservations at a very nice restaurant. He has an announcement to make. And that means slacks and a decent shirt, John. Be ready by six. Before that, you need to mow the lawn and trim.” The last comment was directed at me of course..

When Mom left, I looked at Evelyn and asked if she had any idea what all that was about. She shook her head. I started to apologize for last night telling Evelyn how it all got out of hand. She shook me off, saying simply, “Later… Go get the yard done”

I went back to my room to change into clothes to do the yard work. I looked at my ass and winced at the sight of full wheals still standing. I did not stop to count the whelps. I knew I had got eight swipes of that rod. I was already bruising and my butt burned.

Mom got home from the grocery before I finished outside. I hauled all the bags inside and Evelyn appeared to help Mom put it all away. I had just finished with the trimming when Mom came out and said she was headed out to shop and reminded me to be ready on time and dressed nicely.

When I walked inside, Evelyn was in the kitchen cleaning. She turned to me and and asked if I was ready to have a little talk. When I shook my head, she told me too bad and to come to my room.

Her hairbrush was already on my bed. “Please, don’t. You have no idea how much my butt hurts.” I begged when I saw it.

She sat down and pointed to a spot in front of her where I was to stand. “Explain last night”. she said. I started telling her how I had gone to Rogers and Dave came over and suggested we all go to the party. “And you went along without my permission.” I nodded. I knew my butt was toast.

“Turn around and drop them,” she ordered. I dropped my pants and pulled my briefs to just below my ass. I felt her finger roam over my wheals which made me wince and squirm. Then she said, “I know those hurt but I told you to drop them that means you drop your pants and underpants to the floor and stand there nude from the waist down. I thought I made that clear last night.”

I was shaking but did as told still facing away from her. “I am guessing you had other things on your mind and was not paying attention, but that bathroom was mirrored. I saw everything you have” she announced. “You want to see the pictures?”. I shook my head and she told me to turn around and face her. She said that we were about to enter a whole new relationship where I would have zero expectation of privacy. I choked and almost cried as I said I cannot do that.

“Yes, you can and you will.” she stated. ‘I saw your whole package in the mirror last night while I whipped your ass raw. I told you we would have a conversation today. Now you are going to turn around, and face me up close. You had the opportunity to not screw up. You are the one who decided otherwise. Now turn and face me or risk something at least as bad as you suffered last week.”

I cupped both hands over my junk and slowly turned around. Evelyn was looking at my face when I turned. “Embarrassed?” she asked, I nodded not trusting my self to say anything. She picked up her hairbrush and held it up. “Weren’t you humiliated when I used this on you last week? Didn’t it hurt?” I nodded again, almost trembling with shame. “And yet you went and pulled another bonehead stunt.” She started tapping the hairbrush on her thigh and ordered me to put my hands behind my back.

I would have thought that I could not feel any more humiliated than I already was but a fresh wave swept over me. I slowly released my grip on my genitals and put my shaking hands behind my back clasping them together to try to control my trembling. In my humiliation, my cock stood out in front of me. I had a semi staring my sister in the eye. I could not bear to look at my own sister sitting less than two feet from my bare cock and balls. But I did look down when she told me to look her in the eye. She began to lecture. “You think you are an adult, but you surrender control to me, and then disobey. You knew I gave you permission for one thing and that was to go to Roger’s. Instead, without thinking, you go to a party. Or was it you DELIBERATELY decided to exert your manhood and defy me?” She was still tapping her thigh with the hairbrush. I looked at it then back to her face. “If that is it, maybe we need to revert you back all the way to little boy status and take all this stuff off.” With that she reached out with her left hand and grabbed a big tuft of my bush and gave it a sharp yank. Pulling me forward a step.

I don’t know where the words came from.. I certainly was not thinking them, but they tumbled out of my mouth in a yell, “FUCK, NO!! YOU BITCH!”

The next action took milliseconds, but in my heightened awareness, it was slow motion. The hand holding the hairbrush shot across and caught the head of my cock. I swear I saw my cock straighten out and stretch with the impact hard enough to slap around to my right hip. I was already curling into a fetal position before I hit the floor my hands grasping my manhood. It hurt too bad for me to even make a sound. I did hear Evelyn though saying “oh shit, oh fuck”. Then I was aware of her jumping over me and bounding out the door.

She was back immediately with the dishcloth from the kitchen and a glass of crushed ice. Spreading the cloth on the floor she spread the ice over and folded the cloth in half. She had to order me to move my hands a couple times before I allowed her to pull my hands free. She wrapped the compress around it and squeezed. By this time, the shock had worn off enough and I was openly crying. Only a couple minutes passed with her gripping my cock before it went numb. She held on.

I began to take in the situation. I was now laying flat on my back on the floor, my twin sister kneeling over me squeezing an ice compress around my penis. I never would have thought this possible. My butt burned from being pressed into the hard floor.

“You move fast.” I said. “I’m sorry I yelled that at you. I don’t know where it came from.”

“Well, we both learned something,” she replied. “Ok, It has been ten minutes, stand up and come over to the desk.”

She pulled the desk light over and taking my penis back in her hand, examined it from all angles. “Good, the ice did the trick, no damage, looks perfectly normal.” she reported.

“What do YOU know about penises?” I asked bitterly.

“Careful!” she warned. ” I can tell damaged tissue and I don’t see any. I don’t even see a mark.” Then she laughed. “Guess that is what they call shrinkage. “Yeah, my cock had shrunk from the cold, but was warming up as I examined myself. She was right, no damage.

Relieved, I became aware of my circumstances. I was still stark naked in from of my fully clothed sister. Humiliation once again swept over me and I cupped my genitals with my hands. “Little late for modesty, isn’t it?” she laughed. Evelyn was sitting on the bed in the same spot she was before. “Get over here, we have a little unfinished business to attend to.” she ordered..

“You aren’t going to still beat my butt are you?” I exclaimed in horror.

“Oh, I most certainly am,” she replied. “I am going to fire up your rump. When I finish, you will have no doubt I mean business.”

I was already convinced of that fact. My cock was throbbing and my butt burned.. I was so intimidated I could not help the fresh tears that coursed down my face as I draped myself over her lap.

I sat on my blazing rear end at my desk for most of the afternoon studying. I would have laid on my bed to do it but Evelyn told me to sit. When I protested my butt hurt too much, she offered to get a wooden chair for me to use so i would really feel the burn. I knew when to shut up. Actually she explained that sitting is a better position for me to concentrate. Laying down, I would have the tendency to doze. Plus, she added, she wanted me to fully appreciate my ‘little reminder’ as she called it.

About 4:30 she showed up to have a talk. The first thing out of her mouth was to ask if she needed to help me select my clothing for the evening. I shook my head and told her I was sure I could handle it. Then she asked if she should examine my penis for damage. When I just stared at her she laughed and said she couldn’t resist. “But we both know I can do it anytime I want, right?” She waited a second or two for me to answer then arched and eyebrow. I immediately nodded. My mouth suddenly dry.

Then she addressed her real concerns. “Seriously, though, there is something big going on tonight. Not sure what but I want you to be aware and engaged in the conversation, NOT look like you would rather be anywhere else. Answer questions with more than a yes or no. Offer comments.”

“I know how to act. I am not a little kid,” I said.

“Well, be careful or we can make you look like one” she stated and pointed at my groin. On the way out, she turned and said, “Oh yeah try to walk and sit without wincing or moaning and generally acting like your butt hurts”. I did not say a word but was thinking, now THAT was going to be a challenge.

Evelyn and I were sitting in the kitchen waiting for our parents to finish getting ready. She had just told me she was proud that I was learning ‘time management’ and she did not have to go to my room to hurry me along. She also had me walk and sit a few times to see if I was going show signs of being in pain. When I did not she offered that she must have given just the right spanking, not too hard but enough to get her point across. I told her my ass was on fire, but I was concentrating on not letting it show. She grinned and said, “Good.”

We had just ordered when Dad looked around the table and said he had big news but first he wanted an update on family news that he had missed. Looking at me first. I was NOT going to tell him the biggest, most important development so I told him that since finals were next week, we had spent virtually all our free time studying. At a look from Evelyn, I continued and told him about how Evelyn had told me how to figure which subjects to concentrate on to maximize my efforts for the best grade point. Dad said he was impressed I was ‘buckling down’. Evelyn piped up and commented, “Oh yeah, John has really been busting his butt this past week”. She grinned at me to see if I appreciated the innuendo. Then she continued and said, “Yeah I have seen a WHOLE NEW SIDE of John this past week.” I was very thankful the restaurant had subdued lighting as I am sure my face turned bright red.

Evelyn offered a little about her studying and working with me since we shared physics. I could tell Dad was happy with that but he expected no less of her. She did not announce she had been named valedictorian earlier in the week. Both parents knew that. Then Dad dropped his bombshell. He had been promoted from the local manager to executive vice president of the corporation and would be transferred to the main corporate office almost 200 mile away. It was part of the reason he and Mom had been away the prior weekend. And why he had spent the day on the golf course today. The CEO had been in town to visit his son who taught at the university and wanted to get in a round of golf with some of the local senior people.

It did not effect Evelyn and I much as we were planning to stay in town and attend the university. As we ate, we discussed the logistics of Dad moving by himself and the rest staying in town for the summer. I could tell Mom was not fond of that idea. She wanted to move as soon as the house sold or even before. Dad said we should move with them and then return when we started college and could move into the dorms.

I had barely got out of my clothes after getting home when Evelyn walked into my room. Reflexively, I started to cover my semi-nudity. “Oh, please!” she quipped. “Get over it. I could have you stark naked if I wanted and we both know it.” She wanted to talk about developments. So we spent a good two hours or so talking things over and examining alternatives.

She popped into my room first thing in the morning to tell me to get up for breakfast as Mom and Dad were already up. When she saw me pull my covers higher, she grinned and asked if I was “beating my meat.” I shook my head and she grinned and asked if I was covering a ‘hard on’. I knew better than lie so I reluctantly admitted that was the case. She grinned and said that proved she had not damaged my cock. Then she got serious and told me she had been thinking more last night and expected my ‘full support’.

When I arrived in the kitchen, and got a cup of coffee. Dad announced he and Mom had been discussing our relocation.

Needless to say, Evelyn had another option. “Dad, I’ve been thinking. Instead of paying for two dorm rooms, it might be cheaper to rent an apartment or townhouse. John and I can live together.” She looked over at me and asked, “I like the idea, what do you think John?”. The look. I immediately replied that I thought it was good plan.

“Do you two seriously think you could live in the same apartment without us around to referee?” Dad asked. Evelyn said of course we could. And it would help me because she could insist I study hard and not party too much. “Your influence did not work so well all the way through high school.” Dad laughed.

Dad voiced another of his concerns was our feeding ourselves and said we could not live on takeout. Evelyn immediately said she could fix nutritious meals. Without really thinking it through, I quipped, “yeah, smoothies and salads.” Both Mom and Dad laughed, but when I saw Evelyn’s raised eyebrow, I added, “But we can easily to learn to cook. You can learn anything on You tube.” Evelyn once again bubbled up and said that learning to cook and practicing managing a household would be the perfect project for the summer. We could practice without the extra burden of classes. Dad seemed happy and I could tell Mom was warming to the idea.

“I was also thinking we might get a roommate.” Evelyn said. I had no idea what she had in mind. “Stacie is going the same college. She might want to room with us. We could share the workload. I’ll need to talk to her, but we had considered trying to room together in the dorm before all this.”

“Stacie? The Stacie John took to prom?” Oh yeah. That Stacie I thought. The girl from Friday night. She was Evelyn’s best friend. Both of them pulling straight A’s, doing the same athletics. At school they were inseparable. In fact they studied together often as not. When Evelyn had left me to study on my own this past week, she had been with Stacie. “I’m not sure that is a good idea.” Mom said, tentatively. “Plus Stacie’s mother might not be too keen with her sharing an apartment with a boy.”

“Let’s think it over.” Evelyn said. “I’ll talk to Stacie and her mom. I’m going over there later to study.”

My parents knew Stacie well. She and Evelyn had been best friends for years. They shared many common interests. They even looked alike. Both about 5 foot 5. Slim, athletic, pretty as hell. They could probably exchange clothes and everything would fit right down to their bras. They looked more like sisters than any two friends I know. The only difference was Evelyn was a brunette like me and Stacie was a blonde. A natural blonde. I knew that from personal observation…twice. She was a virgin the first time.

Despite going to Prom and all the other, she thought I was immature, not taking life or school seriously enough. We had not broken up. We liked each other. She just seemed to be too busy to date. I saw her all the time but did not spend a lot of time with her on my own. Not to say I would not have loved to spend a lot of quality time with her. She was definitely a feature actor in my jerk off fantasies.

Stacie’s Mom was a whole different animal. Pretty like her daughter but a slut, at least as far as I knew. She did not dress the part or look it, but it seemed like she dated a different guy every month or two. When I was at their house I almost felt her measuring my dick through my pants with her eyes.

I was not about to comment. Evelyn simply said it was an idea to consider and dropped the subject. Mom then announced she had decided that since we were taking finals this week and really had not much to do the week after, she was taking time off from work. She had vacation she would forfeit anyway so she was going to go with Dad this afternoon and ‘help’ him set up his living quarters.

Yeah, right, I thought. He was going to be staying in a corporate owned condo until they found a permanent place. “We will be back in town well before you walk across that stage at graduation” she assured us. ‘Plus this will test your ability to live together with minimal supervision without conflict.”

“Yeah,” Dad laughed. “We joked last weekend when we were at that retreat that when we got back into town, we were going to find one of you dead and the other standing over the corpse.”

Evelyn laughed and said, “No Dad. We have got things worked out between us. We are on the same sheet of music, right John” She looked directly at me and I knew I had one acceptable answer. “Definitely!” I answered.

Evelyn and I helped them load the car which amounted to a couple suitcases and saw them off, assuring them we were a phone call away and one or the other would check in daily.

When we got back inside, Evelyn said we needed to do some studying for tomorrow’s final before she went over to Stacie’s house. Then she turned to me and said “You did not act so enthusiastic about all my suggestions. Stacie is my best friend. I want the best for her. I know you had sex with her a couple times.”

“You know about my sex life? I don’t ask a thing about yours. Or if you are still a virgin even.” I said. I was starting to get mad.

“That is because my private affairs are just that..private. On the other hand now everything in YOUR life is my business and open to me. Well, I don’t care when you go to the bathroom, but otherwise an open book. I did not hear a constructive idea from you. If and when I do I will consider it. Until then my decisions stand.”

“That is crap”, I muttered. “Yeah? If you want to complain, I can go to my room and get my hairbrush. Of course if I do, I will bring scissors and a razor also.” I shut my mouth and went to get my study materials.

Sitting at my desk later that evening, I realized I was ready for my finals. I mean really ready. I was confident I would do well. Thinking about it, I had never been this ready for exam any time before in my life. I really started to appreciate Evelyn at that point. I was not sure I would tell her that though. Hell, maybe I should. I was conflicted.

Sure enough she got home a little later and came into my room to check on me. I sort of told her what I was thinking. “Aaah so now you see that you had the ability to do it all along but it was only my taking over and beating your ass, made you realize it?” I did not want to completely admit that.

“Well, you gave me the guidance I needed. ” I admitted.

“You and I both know what you need to succeed. I need your support to get what I want also. So we are in a win-win situation here.” she said. I nodded. “But who is in charge?” “You are.” I conceded. I was told to come and eat supper.