Relaxing in a mansion (Nicholas Black)

You find yourself sitting back on a very comfortable chair in front of a cheerily burning fireplace. The furniture all around you looks expensive, but tasteful. There's artwork on the walls, well-framed paintings of Classical male nudes in various erotic poses. You find yourself smirking at one that features a particularly delicious pair making out hungrily while rubbing their small, erect cocks all over each other. Something in your head tells you that is all yours, well-earned through a lifetime of hard work. You smile with satisfaction, stretching out your feet over the rich red carpet. You feel like a drink after a long, hard day. Stretching out your arm, you find the small brass bell waiting for you on the table in front of you and ring it.

There's silence for a moment. Then you hear the click of heels on the marble floor of the corridor behind you. Your maid is on his way. He stumbles into the room moments later and you can hardly stop yourself from laughing at the sight of your annoying younger brother wearing not only a French maid outfit, but one that seems designed to be more of a porno parody than any practical outfit. He's wearing six-inch heeled black shoes and long white stockings, then a tiny black skirt so short you can see his cute frilly pink panties. His flat chest is covered by a white apron, and a tight corset underneath gives him the slightest illusion of feminine curves.

You watch with amusement as he scampers round your armchair and curtsies neatly in front of you, spreading his skirt with his fingers. Girl's clothes rather suit your younger brother. He's slender for a boy, with a certain waifish look that makes him seem rather delicate. He's certainly taken you in enough times over the years by looking cute and tugging at your heartstrings. His short, messy hair is the same raven-black as yours, but he has your Father's speckled grey eyes where your own green ones come from your bitch Mother. His little button nose and soft, freckled cheeks make him look even prettier, especially since you have him wear a covering of light, natural makeup as part of his uniform.

"Fetch me a glass of wine." You purr at him. "The Chablis I had at dinner last night."

"Yes, ma'am." He nods, showing only the slightest hint of strain at having to refer to his older sister that way. As he scampers off to obey your orders, you find yourself struggling to remember just how you ended up having your surly and rebellious younger brother serving you as a domestic servant. It's all kind of fuzzy, but you suppose he probably screwed up in a massive way and had to end up throwing himself on your charity. No doubt you were smart enough to use that as an opportunity to straighten him out the one way that might actually work, with plenty of rigorous humiliation and discipline.

Smirking to yourself, you think about how much of an improvement this is. Nick just didn't respond when you were nice to him, so you ended up having to take him in hand. Now he's a well-mannered and diligent boy who does everything you say. He'll make a lucky girl very happy someday, as soon as you decide to release him from your clutches. Maybe you never will. You've grown rather used to seeing him scamper about in his pretty maid costume, blushing furiously as he scrubs your floors and dusts your bedroom, accidently flaunting his cute butt in those adorable panties whenever he bends over. Plus there are all the other benefits. Little brothers just have to do what their older sisters say, after all.

He returns about a minute later, carrying a glass of white wine on a silver tray. As he scurries round the chair, he lands badly on his high heels. You see what's coming and leap up to catch him as he falls, yanking him into your chest with a hand. The tray is sent spinning away however, and the glass of wine sprays its contents all over your pristine carpets. Looking at the mess, you let out a sharp, long-suffering sigh. Now if only Nick could learn to be less clumsy as well.

"Sorry, Lucy." He whispers against you, his voice trembling. He knows as well as you do what this means for him. Instead of answering him, you simply let him go then sit back down in your chair, patting your lap and giving him an expectant look. Poor Nick winces, but he knows better than to disobey you now. He minces forward on his high heels and awkwardly drapes himself over your lap, his hands on the floor beside you and his stockinged legs dangling in the air.

"I hate to have to do this again, Nick." You sigh, reaching down to flip his skirt up and expose his pretty panties. That's a lie, you're feeling a nice, tingly anticipation at the thought. "But it's for your own good. You have to learn to be more careful with my things." His panties are the next to go and you feel him shiver with embarrassment over your lap as you tug them down to his knees, exposing his cute butt. It's nice and round, just the right size for his slender hips. You run a possessive hand over those two soft mounds, giving one a little pinch that makes him tremble. Then just a little further down you can see his cute balls, so much smaller than your own. His little sack is pink and smooth. You make him remove every hair below the neck with regular applications of hair-remover. "Let's say thirty hard swats this time." He winces, and you feel him tense on your lap as he struggles to prepare himself.

Without further delay, you raise your hand high and then bring it down with a delicious crack right across the center of your younger brother's butt. He squeals in shock, caught by surprise. You don't give him a second to recover, landing swat after swat across every inch of his poor quivering buttocks. His delicious butt clenches and wobbles, smooth cheeks bouncing and jiggling under your cruel palm. He's moaning soon, then sobbing and kicking his legs as the pain gets too much to bear. You savor the delicious sounds of your naughty brother finally getting what's coming to him. No matter what, you find an excuse to do this to him a couple times a day at least. Fair play for all the trouble he's caused you over the years before you took him in hand. Plus, a well-spanked and tender butt makes him ever-so submissive.

The last few slaps are hard enough to make him squeal and jerk across your lap. His soft cheeks squash into his hips under your palm, then spring back, red-hot and quivering, as you line up another spank. The delicious sight makes your aching cock stir underneath him. No doubt he can already feel it pressing against his belly, if he's able to concentrate on anything other than the burning in his scarlet cheeks. A nice reminder of what he'll be doing for you as soon as you're done with his butt. The thought makes you smirk as you land the last two vicious spanks, one on either cheek. As soon as you're done, he slumps over your knees, sobbing quietly. You let him rest a short while, your hand rubbing over the glowing hot skin of his butt to soothe a few of the sorer spots. He looks so cute this way, twitching and crying with a well-spanked bottom. It makes your cock throb even hotter, a need you'll make sure to have him satisfy.

"Alright, now up you get." You say at last, rolling up his skirt so it'll stay that way. Shivering, Nick awkwardly lifts himself up off your lap to stand just beside you, his panties dangling round his feet and his cute butt bared. "Panties off and you'll stay that way for the rest of the day, okay?" You wave a hand at his skirt. He nods miserably, lifting his feet out of the frilly underwear. He finds it ever so embarrassing to stumble around doing his chores with his skirt up and red-hot butt exposed, exactly why you do it to him after every punishment.

"Sorry, ma'am." He curtsies, as much as he can manage with his legs trembling. You sigh harshly. You've had enough of his apologies over the years. They've never made him change. Only punishing him like this ever has.

"You'll clean all this up." You point at the wet stain in your carpets. "If I even see a drop once you're done, I'll use the paddle next time." He nods miserably. "That can wait though." You spread your legs wide. Between them, your cock is pressing hard against the front of your skirt. He's trying not to look at it, but he just can't help himself, blushing faintly even through his tears. "For now, here's something else that needs a good spit-shining." Chuckling to yourself at the terrible line, you roll up your skirt and yank your panties down, your iron-hard erection popping free to wave in the air. Nick stares at it open-mouthed, wriggling a little under his dress. He's so cute the way he can't keep away from your cock. "Balls first." You purr. "If you do a good enough job, then maybe I'll let you suck it too."

He nods once, darting forward eagerly to kneel between your spread thighs. Bending down, he cranes his neck to reach your swollen sack. You sigh with pleasure as you feel his eager tongue fluttering over your sensitive skin. He gently sucks on each swollen orb in turn, tenderly worshipping them in ways that make your toes curl. He's trembling with each lingering lick of your sack, his tongue fluttering hungrily over the wrinkled skin. He even cranes under to reach the dangling underside, licking tantalizingly close to your drooling pussy hidden there. It's very sensitive usually, and he knows better than to actually touch it, so he withdraws, going back to sucking hungrily on one of your fat balls.

Pleased with him for once, you click your fingers next to his ear, then point at your drooling head. He darts up in an instant, inhaling a good few inches of your throbbing shaft. A delighted shiver runs down his spine as his eager tongue tastes you, and you can see a dreamy look in his tear-filled eyes. Between his own legs, his far smaller dick is tenting his skirt, and you know the first thing he'll do when you let him off for the day is furiously masturbate. You wonder if he views the pleasure he gets from serving his older sister's dick as worth the other ways you use and humiliate him. Well, it doesn't matter either way. He'll be doing both so long as he's living under your roof.

After that delicious spanking and then the tender way he worshipped your balls, you're already nice and close to finishing. As he chokes and splutters his way further down your shaft, you buck your hips up, forcing your swollen head deeper into his deliciously tight throat. He may not know entirely what he's doing, but his sheer enthusiasm more than makes up for it. Plus, there's the delicious fact that this is your annoying younger brother who just can't help himself from trying to fuck his own face on your cock. Just like that, you feel your aching balls draw tight. Moaning in pleasure, you spray a thick load into his waiting belly. He's **** and coughing around your length, struggling to swallow every drop. No matter how hard he tries though, he just can't quite manage and a sticky mixture of cum and drool leaks from the side of his stretched lips to dribble onto the carpet below your feet.

"Stupid boy!" You snarl, grabbing him by the hair and dragging your spluttering maid off your cock. "Look at this! Even more mess!" He whimpers softly, still dazed by the heady experience of sucking your massive dick. "Run and fetch the paddle!" You order him, sharply enough he'll hear it even through his lust. "It'll be fifty swats this time!" Poor Nick staggers to his feet, his belly bloated under the apron by all the cum you just dumped down his throat. He staggers away on his heels, his poor scarlet butt exposed and about to get even sorer. As he leaves the room, you sit back in your chair, cock wilting between your legs as the pleasant post-orgasm warmth fills your satisfied body. Yes, this is the life!

Back in your lonely apartment, you smile in your sleep, lost in delicious fantasies of utterly dominating your surly, annoying brother while sticky cum dries on your thighs and blankets. You won't even remember this dream when you wake. Good thing too, because you'd probably find it all rather worrying, especially since you'd keep thinking about it over and over and finding yourself unable to stop the naughty tingling arousal it sent through your body. Forgotten or not however, the dream will linger in your mind.

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This is the obligatory **** path. Nick is going to be just as annoying and difficult as Lucy fears when he comes to stay at her apartment and she'll find herself at her wit's end on how to deal with him. It will feature some softer futadom and humiliation as she tries to put him in his place the one way that seems to work. Once they work things out the pair will have to handle just what hiding an incestual relationship means for them.