Sunday Morning coming down

Do you ever wake up from a bad dream and think it really happened? I do that a lot, and I love that feeling when I wake up enough to realize wrecking my truck or losing my life savings or whatever was just a crazy dream and that everything's fine.

I didn't have that feeling of relief laying in bed Sunday morning. Instead I realized that I really had grabbed my little sister and spanked her naked on my lap in a rage. I had hurt her physically, but I was much more worried about what I'd done to her psychologically. Was that ****? Would she be mentally scarred for life? Would she go to the police and get me arrested?

Still, I was a man. I couldn't just lay in bed all day and worry. I put on some shorts and a T-shirt so I could wander down to the kitchen just before ten. Of course, Cassie wasn't up that early. She liked to sleep until noon every day and had her streams in the evening to make that possible. But I figured she'd react badly. Maybe she'd want to move out, fire me as her manager, heck, anything short of her calling the cops would have been something I'd accept as her reasonable choice after what I'd done.

Just before noon, I heard footsteps and Cassie walked into the kitchen wearing an oversized white T-shirt, her typical around-the-house attire. She walked over to the kitchen table and sat down very carefully. Her butt must be really sore. I thought about apologizing, but figured that would be too little, too late.

"Well?" she said after a moment. Before I could say anything shed quickly, "Make me breakfast, moron!"

I believe my jaw literally dropped. She wasn't going to mention that I had forcibly spanked her the night before and said things about her being a whore? Suddenly her old bratty little sister routine felt like the most wonderful thing in the world. If we could just go back to that, everything would be perfect.

"Oh sorry your majesty, would you like me to bow and scrape too?" I said, gleefully going back to my smartass older brother routine like a hand into a glove.

"Yeah, I would," she said with a smirk. "Hop to it!"

"Good luck with that," I said, but I got up anyway. "How about French Toast since it's Sunday?"

"Fuck yeah!" Cassie said.

"Watch your mouth," I said. She just stuck her tongue out at me impishly.

It wasn't quite like the previous night hadn't happened. She was clearly sitting very gingerly on her butt cheeks. And when we talked about streaming, it was clearly her tasteful, fully-clothed, gamer girl streaming. She was also much more deferential on that subject, actually treating me like her manager who took care of all the fine details and she was the talent who showed up to do be the star. That was bratty in its own way, but considering we were essentially running a business now, she was actually showing a responsible attitude toward it. Was this because I'd spanked her?

I made us french toast from scratch. Mom had been a chef and Dad was a veteran grillmaster, so we grew up in a household where frozen meals were taboo and ordering out was uncommon. Even though we could have easily gotten lazy, Cassie and I had continued the family tradition of cooking most meals from scratch and I was really proud of that. As I cooked, she played music and watched videos on her phone, which annoyed me, but she always just laughed at me when I told her to use headphones so I ignored it as best I could.

I served us at the kitchen table and we ate our indulgent breakfast. It felt very good, having a lazy breakfast with my sister on a Sunday morning, like all was right in the world. Then her phone buzzed and she started watching some TikTok rapper her friend had linked her and the moment was ruined.

"Stop that Cassie," I said, but I realized that would never work. I impulsively added, "Or I'll spank you again right here."

She looked at me in surprise, then stopped the video and resumed eating. It actually... worked? I could discipline Cassie like that and she'd stop being a brat? At first I felt guilty about this revaluation, I didn't want to just physically intimidate someone into compliance, and certainly not a woman. And yet, that didn't seem to be what was happening here. She was a strong-willed adult, she could tell me off, threaten to leave, or heck she could call the cops. But she didn't. And I knew, as much as I didn't want to think about it, that her reaction to being spanked last night was not to cry or run for help, but once she thought she was alone, she masturbated. She was into this.

So I didn't even feel guilty. Cassie was a brat, I was her big brother, if she got on my nerves, I could threaten to spank her. It would promote domestic tranquility and keep her on the right path in live. It was good for us both.

As we finished up breakfast, I put the dishes in the dishwasher. She got another alert on her phone and looked at it. I turned to see what it was and she said seriously, "Mike, there's a big newsflash!"

"Oh?" I said. Cassie never sounded serious about much of anything so I wondered if the president had died or something.

"Yeah, here it is," she said straight-faced, then she lifted her shirt. She was totally naked under it flashed me everything - tits, shaved twat and all. "Newsflash! Read all about it!"

I rolled my eyes. Well, it seemed the old, bratty sister I knew and loved wasn't going anywhere. I stared at her nudity openly, not even hiding that I was ogling my little sister.

"That's old news," I quipped, "Everybody's already seen that."

"That's it!" she said, dropping her shirt back down and running ran at me, pretending to pummel me playfully. You know, maybe there are worse things in life than having a bratty little sister...