Kid Sister in Charge

Kid Sister in Charge 1

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Kid Sister in Charge – Part 1

This story is based on a series of cartoon pictures I found on the internet. I put them in a word document and wrote a story around them so it turned out as an illustrated story. I had to figure out a way to sew the story together to move it along from picture to picture.

-=o=-

I got home from the book club at school. We had the most interesting discussion on Jane Austen. I don’t think that any of us girls would have enjoyed her work if we read them a couple of years ago, but now that we’re in middle school, our tastes have become more sophisticated. For some reason, all the 12 members of the club were girls. Don’t boys read?

I was eager to get home. My phone had been running low and I needed to recharge it. There’s no telling what my friends were doing while I was at the club. I can’t afford to miss a single picture or text.

So when I got home I ran up to my room and rummaged through my stuff looking for my charger.

Then I remembered my brother, Ethan. This weekend he asked to borrow it; he said he misplaced his. Did he take my charger?

It made my blood boil to think that Ethan was in my room! His own room, if it could be called that, was something I tried to avoid. I don’t know what kind of disease I’d catch if went in there.

Ever since he put a “teen” behind his age a couple of years ago, he’s become a complete pig: physically and socially.

He was dirty, slovenly, his clothes were filthy and so was he. Mom gave up picking up after him and he didn’t even bring his clothes to be washed. I held my nose when I walked by his room. There was old food on the floor and roaches might be the least of our worries. His room stank and he stank. He thought he was a big ladies’ man, but what girl would have him smelling like he did.

Not only was he dirty on the outside, he became dirty on the inside. He treated me and mom with disrespect. The only people he seemed to admire were sports athletes and even there he seemed to idolize the “dirtier” players.

I made up my mind. I held my nose and walked to the stench-hole that he called his room, prepared for a fight. I was going to stand up for myself and demand that he respect my privacy. He might be 15 and a boy and I’m only 12 and a girl, but I’m a full member of this household too!

Instead of a fight, I got a fright.

I pushed open his door and was shocked by what I saw. There he sat at his computer. The first thing I noticed was the picture on the screen: a naked woman with a penis in her mouth – yuck!

The next thing I noticed was that he had his pants and underwear pulled down.

Apparently he wasn’t aware that I was even there. He had his ear buds in and was totally focused on the picture on his screen.

Luckily I had my phone in my hand and it still had enough charge to take a picture or two. I was smart enough to turn off the flash. Fortunately, I didn’t need it. I got a couple of good pictures of him masturbating at the computer. Even with my sheltered life, I knew what he was doing. Based on what I was seeing, he was jerking off.

I couldn’t contain myself anymore and I started giggling. The giggle evolved into full laughter and this finally got my brother’s attention.

His head snapped around so fast, I laughed even harder.

“Katie, what are you doing here?” he asked as if he actually expected an answer.

“Get the fuck out!” he then yelled.

I smiled at him, raised my camera one more time and snapped a picture. Then I did “get the fuck out of there” as fast as my sneakers could carry me.

I listened to his curses as I fled the house. I walked around the neighborhood for a while deciding what to do. I finally decided to wait until mom came home to return.

As I entered mom asked, “Where were you. I expected you to be here. I was beginning to get worried.”

“I’m sorry, mom. I went for a walk and lost track of time.”

My brother looked at me and I couldn’t read his face. I didn’t know if he was ashamed, angry or amazed. I know he expected me to blurt it out as soon as I could. I decided to let mom enjoy dinner first.

As I was doing the dishes after dinner, he came through to take out the trash.

“You got to erase whatever pictures you have.” He stated flatly as if he had the right to give me orders.

“I have them, and I’m keeping them,” I replied.

“I’ll break you neck, you filthy little bitch!” he threatened.

I had the upper hand and I knew it.

“Don’t try it. The pictures are safe. So far, I’m the only one who saw them. That could change, you know.”

Until he threatened me, my plan was just to embarrass him a little and maybe extort a couple of dollars out of him. Now I was out to destroy him.

I called out, “Mom, can you come in here? I have something to tell you.”

My brother glared at me.

Mom pushed open the door to the kitchen. “What is it, dear,” she asked cheerfully.

“It’s him,” I said, pointing at Ethan. “I think we should sit down, mom.”

Mom’s cheerfulness disappeared. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“It’s Ethan, he ...” and I let it hang there. Part of it was for dramatic effect and part of it was out of genuine fear. I was about to cross a line from which there was no retreat.

“I think I’ll leave,” my brother announced.

“No you don’t,” mom admonished. “If this involves you then you need to be here. Sit down! If nothing else, I’ll want to hear your side of it.”

Turning to me she said, “No tell me what the problem is.”

I took a breath to steady myself, “First of all, he comes into my room when I’m not there and steals the charger to my phone.” I still didn’t have proof of that, but it was the icebreaker.

“Ethan, how many times to I have to tell you to respect your sister’s privacy?”

“It’s not like that, mom.”

“Tell me what it’s like?”

“My phone was dead. I needed her charger. She wasn’t using it.”

“That’s not the point. It was in her room. You don’t go in there when she’s gone and when she’s there, you knock and wait until she tells you that you can come in. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Is that it, Katie?”

“No, there’s something else.”

I saw my brother’s face go pale.

“What is it?”

“I was mad and I’m sorry, I didn’t respect his privacy and I walked in on him in his room and caught him.”

“Caught him doing what?”

“He was looking at pornography on his computer.”

“Ethan Richard, is this true?”

“No mom. She’s making it up.”

“I have the pictures, mom, but I don’t think you’d like to see them.”

“Is this so?” she said turning to my brother.

“It wasn’t anything, just some harmless fun. Guy stuff. You wouldn’t understand.”

“What I do understand is that that stuff is degrading to women and boys your age – or any age for that matter – shouldn’t be looking at i

That’s not the real world, and that isn’t how you should be thinking about women. Do you think about me that way? Do you think about your sister that way? What would you do if you saw a picture of her up there? Would you like it?”

“No,” he replied weakly.

“Well, those women are somebody’s sister. They are real people with real feelings and not something for you to ogle.

As of now, I am revoking your computer privileges. Unplug it and it goes on the floor in my closet.”

“You can’t do that mom. I need the computer to do school work!”

“Judging by your grades, I’d say you do very little school work. All I ever hear are the pings and zips of those video games you play all day. And when I don’t hear them, I now have a good idea of what you are doing. You can use my computer in the kitchen. There are no games on it, and it’s in a place where I or your sister can watch you.”

“But mom ...” he started to say.

Time to drop the hammer. “But mom, there’s more.” I said.

“What do you mean?” mom asked.

“I mean he had his pants pulled down and was playing with himself.”

“Ethan Richard! How could you! And in front of your sister, no less.”

I was surprised that he didn’t even try to deny it. “Mom, it’s not like that. It’s not like I took it out knowing she was there. She shouldn’t have been spying on me.”

“I will grant that she should not have ‘spied’ on you. She’s already admitted as much and I’ll deal with her privately on that issue.

However, young man, what you were doing was totally wrong. I understand that you are a boy and that boys masturbate. As long as they do it discretely and only occasionally, it’s normal or so I’ve read in my parenting magazines.

But in your case, it’s not healthy. You do it too much!”

“Mom!”

“Don’t ‘mom’ me. I’ve given up on doing your laundry, but I do wash the sheets and I know what semen stains look like and if you emptied your trash can, I might not have noticed all the caked tissues in there.”

My brother blushed. “Mom, send Katie away. She shouldn’t be here.”

“She’s staying. This involves her. I’ll have a talk with her about it to put it in perspective for her. I was hoping not to have to explain some things to her until she got older, but you’ve changed that.”

I was smart enough to stay quiet and suppress the smile I wanted to flash.

“Then there is the matter of what you masturbate to. Those sites are fantasies made by men. Real women don’t do that and real women aren’t airbrushed into perfection. If that’s what you think real women look like, guess again or you’ll be really disappointed when you actually see a real woman.

Then there is the sense of relationship. Sex between men and women is best when it’s a partnership where each partner loves and respects the other. Women are not toys to be played with. If you believe that then keep up the relationship with ‘Rosy Palm and her Five Sisters’ because that’s the best you’ll get.”

Wow! Mom was on a roll.

“We are going to have a lot of changes, starting right now. You’re going to clean up your act, and we can start by cleaning up your room.”

“OK, mom, I’ll get on it.”

“What’s more, your sister and I will help you.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary.”

“Oh I think it is. If you have filth on your computer, then you probably have other filth hidden away among the rest of the filth in there.”

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t go near my brother’s room. However with permission to “search and destroy,” I was all for it. It was about time that some parts of it saw the light of day again.

We started by emptying the trash. Now that mom mentioned it, I noticed that there were quite a number of waded up tissues in there and it stank along with just about everything else in the room.

His drawers were emptied and the suspected dirty magazines were found within. Very little along the lines of clean clothes were found.

Then we raided his closet and removed everything.

All of his clothes were thrown over the railing – we’d collect them later and sort them for either incineration or the laundry.

Then mom dropped the bomb. “We need to get all your clothes clean.”

“That’s all I have,” Ethan complained.

“No, you’re still wearing some rags that need to be cleaned.”

“You want me to get naked?”

“That’s the idea.”

“But I can’t,” he said pointing at me. “She’ll see me.”

“She’s already seen you, so that’s not a big deal. There’s nothing wrong with being naked in front of your sister as long as you’re not doing something you shouldn’t be doing.”

Big brother was defeated. I thought he was embarrassed when I caught him masturbating. He was even more embarrassed having to take his clothes off with me standing there watching him do it. I was smart enough not to snicker or gloat. Mom did notice that I was staring and said nothing.

After stripping my brother, we stripped the bed, took down the curtains, pulled out the rugs and filled trash bag after trash bag with old food wrappers and worse – old food – some of it so moldy as to be unidentifiable.

All of his stuff was moved to the hallway except for his computer: that wound up in mom’s closet. Then we pushed the furniture to one side of the room so we could clean the floor and then to the other side so we could clean the other side.

It was fun watching my brother working in the nude. I put on some music and danced as I worked. Somehow my brother wasn’t in the mood to dance.

It took several hours but we got his room clean. We were all tired and it was already evening. We ordered some pizza for dinner and continued working.

“Can I get dressed and go to bed?” Ethan asked.

“Luckily I have spare linens for you bed,” mom announced. “But you’re not going into a clean bed with a dirty body. To the shower with you!”

Mom followed him into the bathroom.

My brother looked at her in disbelief, “You’re going to watch me take a shower? Are you some sort of pervert?”

“I should give you a spanking for being so rude to me, but I’m too tired to do a proper job. Keep it up and I just might forget how tired I am.

I can’t trust you to get yourself clean. It’s just like when you were a toddler; you get dirty and are willing to live with all that filth on your body.

Now get in there and scrub yourself clean. Use plenty of hot water and soap. I’ll be inspecting you after you wash, so you better do a good job. I want every part of you clean, including the parts that aren’t normally exposed, if you get my drift.”

I stood in the hallway and watched my brother shower. I got a really good view of his body. It wasn’t bad. He wasn’t bristling with muscles, but I wasn’t flabby either.

I was surprised at the sparse amount of pubic hair he had. He was three years older than me, yet he barely had more hair than I had down there.

He was reluctant to wash his penis with mom and me watching him, but eventually got around to it. I don’t know why. It certainly was no stranger to his hand.

He got out and dried off and mom made him turn around slowly with his hands on his head so she could check to make sure he got everything clean. When he completed his turn, he was facing her.

She reached out and took hold of his penis.

“Hey,” he objected.

“I’ve changed your diapers. I’ve had this thing in my hands before. Now hold still!”

She started to push the foreskin back and he backed away.

“I said clean everywhere and I haven’t looked everywhere yet. Either you let me do it, or I’ll hold you as Katie does it.”

I crept forward as much as I dared while watching mom skin him back. His penis looked even more naked with the foreskin back. I wondered what it would have looked like erected.

“Phew. How long has it been since you washed there! Back in with you and get it clean under there.

By now I was fully in the bathroom, crowding in with my mother. She put her hand on my arm to indicate that I shouldn’t get any closer.

He pulled the skin back with one hand and rubbed it with the bar of soap with the other. It must have excited him since his penis started to grow.

He came out of the shower and dried off. Mom took his penis in his hand and inspected it. By now it was fully hard and standing straight out from his body.

“Good. Now that we got your body clean, it’s time to get your clothing clean. I’m going to show you how to do laundry.”

“But mom!”

“No but moms from you. I’m expecting you to take care of your own dirty clothes. Keep complaining and you’ll be doing mine and your sister’s as well and the bed linens and towels and everything else.

I’ll even make you iron your sister’s school uniforms and polish her shoes. Now am I going to hear any more complaints from you?”

“No mom.”

Darn! I would have loved to watch him iron my uniforms. I don’t like that task and it would be fun to watch him do it in the all-together like he was now.

“That’s better,” mom remarked. “While the laundry is running, let me teach you how to make your bed. You will do it every morning just like Katie and I do.”

It took several hours just to get through most of his dirty clothes. By this time it was late, and he was yawning as he folded his shirts.

“We’ll finish this up tomorrow. The laundry will still be there in the morning. Katie and I will help you carry that load up to your room.”

We helped my brother put his clothes in the appropriate places in his room. With that task completed, my mother kissed him goodnight. I decided to give him a peck on the cheek too. Although he was a major pain, I felt sorry for him. Mom was putting him through his paces and something about that made me feel good, but still he was my brother.

“But I have no pajamas,” he complained.

“You have a sheet and covers. That should be enough. Now I suggest you get some sleep. We all have a big day cleaning house tomorrow.”

I went to bed and had a pleasant sleep. Things were changing around here and they were changing for the better, at least for mom and me.

-=o=-

I was having the most wonderful dream. I dreamt of my brother getting his comeuppance and then I realized that it was all true. I woke up with a smile on my face and damp panties.

I could smell breakfast being prepared in the kitchen, so I got dressed and went down to help mom.

Mom called up the stairs, “Ethan! Breakfast!”

“OK mom,” came the reply, “Let me get dressed.”

“No you won’t,” mom shouted back up the stairs. “Part of your punishment will be naked time. You like looking at naked women. Well, your sister and I are going to look at a naked you.”

I’ll decide when you’ve been humiliated enough. Until then, you’ll remain naked. We saw everything you have yesterday. Now come on down before your breakfast gets cold.”

It was nice to see my naked brother walk into the kitchen. It’s not like I needed a reminder of what he looked like, I got enough of that last night.

It would have been one thing to have been peeking in on him without his knowledge, but he was naked in front of two fully-dressed females and he knew it. It’s amazing how something as simple as clothing or lack of it can make such a difference in power and right now the power was with us girls.

After breakfast mom made Ethan and me clean up the dishes. It was good to have help with this chore for a change. Then she continued Ethan’s education with the laundry.

As he was separating his clothes from ours, I notice he got an erection when handling our bras and panties. It seemed kind of odd; they’re just pieces of clothing.

Ethan remained naked for the rest of the day as mom directed and supervised him cleaning the house.

It wasn’t until all the laundry was done, dried, ironed, folded and put away was my brother allowed to get dressed. This was well after dinner, and mom made sure he took another shower before he could get dressed. This time she just “checked in” on him while he was showering.

She made him come downstairs naked and present himself for inspection.

“Does she have to be here?”

“Yes, she does. I might not always be around so she’ll have to do it herself. Katie, come over here and watch closely. I’ll show you what to do.”

I don’t know who was more in shock, my brother or me. I was thinking that my brother’s naked time was more or less a one-time thing and that it would be over this weekend. I’m sure my brother thought the same.

“How long is this going to go on?”

“Until you start acting like a responsible person. From now on, Saturday will be ‘Naked Ethan Day.’ You will go to bed – after taking a shower – on Friday night naked and remain that way unit bedtime on Saturday night. During the day, you will do laundry and clean the house.

You know that once a month, I play bridge with the girls. So I’ll leave Katie here to babysit you. Part of that babysitting is making sure you are clean after your shower.”

“You ... you’re not going to let her touch my penis, are you?”

“It’s all part of the inspection.”

I was excited about that. I decided to play dumb. “Mom, what am I looking for? How do I know he’s clean?”

“Come here, dear. Watch closely.”

She had him stand with his hands on his head again.

“This is the best position to inspect a boy. You can get an overall good look at him this way. With his hands on his head, you can check under his armpits and along his sides.”

Turning to the boy she said, “Bend over. Grab your ass cheeks and pull them apart.

Come here, Katie. Have a look. I know it’s not pleasant, but it is necessary. There is no need to go poking around in there as long as he opens up wide enough.

Ok, Ethan, stand up. Now it’s time to inspect the other side.”

Mom grabbed hold of his penis with hardly a qualm.

“The hood over it is called the foreskin. Some boys are circumcised so they don’t have it. It’s cut off at birth. Their penises are ‘naked’ all the time. That helps them keep it cleaner.

With boys like your brother, the foreskin can trap a lot of dirt and oil and make it ripe for infection. So for uncut boys, hygiene is even more important. To do this, they have to skin it back and wash underneath.

That’s what you have to look for: make sure he’s cleaned it well under there.”

At first, I just wanted a “cheap peek” at my brother’s pecker, but as mom went on to explain it, I felt more like a nurse with her patient. I was doing something important for the health of my brother. This wasn’t just an opportunity to embarrass him – I certainly enjoyed that – it was a responsibility.

I certainly liked this arrangement, but I wondered how practical it would be. First of all, there’s mom’s bridge group. Most months she’s at one of the other women’s houses but several times year all of them are over here. It’s been quite a while since the women had been here and I was fairly sure her turn was coming due soon.

Then there’s my social life. I have friends. Most of the time we go out somewhere, but sometimes we hang out at each other’s houses. There was an unwritten rule in my circle of friends that when one of us turned 13, she would hold a sleepover at her house. I was one of the younger girls in my group, so I don’t have to worry about that for a while.

Maybe my bother’s punishment would be over by then. Maybe mom would grant him dispensation for these days. In the meantime, I could not wait until next Saturday.

(To be continued)

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