Siblings Abroad

Siblings Abroad 4

Little English Boy

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Peter woke up in a bit of a daze and went to reach inside his pajamas to have the usual play. His was surprised when his hand landed straight onto a floppy dick. Where were his pajamas and why no morning wood? He had an odd sensation in his rear and winced as he reached round to find a hot and very sore bottom. Why was his bottom sore? He threw back the quilt, flicked on the bedside light, and put his feet on the floor. His foot landed on something. As his brain cleared he saw it was just his right slipper. That was when he remembered the horror of his 10 year old girl cousin using it to spank him until he was blubbing and then the humiliation of having to allow her to undress him as she removed his pajamas. He wondered why that made his dick spring into life.

As he looked down at his boner, the rest of last night came into sharp relief as he recalled his sister’s fingers going up and down as she jerked him off. He also remembered her jiggling breasts with those nipples and that glistening pink clitoris poking out from her vulva as she gave him the best orgasm ever that just went on and on until he felt completely drained. Then the blur of Christa’s hand that carried on so long before his floppy dick recovered enough to allow his sister to clean it up and then that feeble response as it pulsed out just a few drops before finally waving the white flag.

It had now gone rigid. He heard no one about so decided to rub this one out in the shower. He was just about to open the shower door when the bathroom door flew open and in came Christa and Ruth without a stitch on. His sister smiled.

“Good morning Peter.”

Christa grinned.

“Good morning Peter. How’s the bottom? It still looks red.”

“Err… err… err…”

“Hang on a moment Peter while I have a pee then I can do your back.”

She looked at Ruth.

“Unless you want to do his back Ruth.”

“Perhaps another day.”

He watched Christa sit down and open her hairless slit before that yellow stream gushed. His dick went even more rigid, then he felt that pressure which told him he had not yet had a pee. He couldn’t do that while he had a boner and certainly not in front of the girls. Christa held her slit open as she gave it a wipe then discarded the tissue and flushed it away.

“All yours now Ruth. OK Peter, let’s get you sorted.”

He saw his sister open her slit before Christa bundled him in the shower and turned on the water. That pressure increased with the sound of the water as Christa soaped her cousin up and began to do his back. She was surprisingly gentle as she washed his sore bottom. He got an unexpectedly pleasant feeling when she pushed a soapy finger right inside his rear hole to rub in there. He winced when she pulled out and gave his bottom a light smack.

“There, all done. Turn round Peter, I might as well do your front.”

Before he could say anything, she grabbed him and twisted him round. She smiled at his boner then started on his shoulders. With all this trickling water, the pressure was building. Her light touch as she rubbed his tummy was the final straw and he was powerless as the dam burst. He was horrified to see a yellow fountain spray all over those slight swellings and run down her front to cascade through the valley of her featureless slit to pour between her legs as if it was Christa peeing. She was unfazed and just grabbed his boner to push it to one side so it went down the shower wall.

“You should have gone to the toilet. Lukas did that over me once when he didn’t pee first. I always insist he and Mikael go before we have our shower.”

Peter was amazed she was taking such an appalling thing in her stride.

“Err… I’m so…. err… so very… err… sorry Christa.”

“That’s OK Peter, it’s a perfectly natural process. Just remember to go before you get in the shower.”

He looked down at her slight swellings. Why had her nipples got bigger and were sticking out? Christa washed him off.

“OK Peter, you can do me now. Better wash your pee off my front first. Then start again to get me properly clean.”

She pushed the soap in his hands then thrust her chest out. This was his younger girl cousin and he hesitated. She grabbed his hand to soap up all over her front before putting the soap back on its dish to start on her nubbins as she pressed down on his hand to rub hard. Peter was in a daze as she opened her legs and slid his hand down and into that featureless slit.

“Come on Peter. You’re supposed to be washing me. Make sure you get all your pee out of the folds of my vulva.”

It felt wonderful as he did as she asked. He rubbed that pink button and felt her shudder. His boner had gone rock hard as he moved his finger around. She was so moist and he felt a little dip give way at his slight pressure to slide right in. His finger was surrounded by warmth as he touched a girl in there for the first time. This may have been his younger cousin but he was beyond caring. As she gave out a groan, her slick walls squeezed his finger tight. He was on a hair trigger and grunted as his dick shot that other liquid all over her front. It had not even been touched but he was astonished at the incredible feelings he got. She pulled his finger out and giggled.

“Thanks Peter. Let’s get cleaned up then finish our shower.”

He felt so drained and his dick gave no response as Christa washed it. The rest of their shower was uneventful and when they were done, Christa took his hand and pulled him out. As she began to towel him off, Christa smiled at Ruth.

“You can get your shower now Ruth. Your brother was even better than you when he washed my vulva.”

Ruth saw Peter’s shocked look and went red before scurrying in the shower and closing the door.

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At noon, they went off to the National League Ice Hockey stadium where they met Uncle Sven’s boss Marko Timonen who introduced his kids.

“This bright young lady is my youngest, Jenni, she’s seven. Sofi is 16 with expensive tastes, but what are dads for if not to indulge their kids? Patrik will be starting at the University of Helsinki in September. He will be studying Biology and Biotechnology on the Viikki Campus there.”

Uncle Sven gave Jenni and Sofi a kiss and shook Patrik’s hand then introduced them all to his American kin.

“You all know the twins and Christa. This is Peter and his sister Ruth. They live in New York and are staying with us for a few weeks as my sister-in-law would like them to immerse themselves in her own Finnish culture.”

As she came over, Peter was bowled over by Sofi’s long slender legs in such expensive looking tight jeans. He put out his hand but was surprised she ignored it and gave him a kiss right on his mouth.

“Welcome to Finland Peter. Ice Hockey is our national sport and such an important part of our culture. Dad’s company sponsors our local team and we have laid on a VIP tour of the stadium, plus a meet and greet of our team.”

She grinned at her dad as she continued speaking to Peter.

“We get to meet Tuukka Kurri. He is our star player and such a hunk.”

Marko chuckled as he gave his daughter an affectionate smack on her bottom.

“We’re here to watch the game young lady, so you keep your eyes on that and not just Tuukka.”

She laughed.

“I’ll try daddy, but you know me.”

He raised his eyes to heaven and turned to Sven.

“You’ve got a few more years of peace before Christa turns 13, but what can we do with teenage daughters Sven?”

Sofi gave him that smile she knew would always melt daddy’s heart.

“Just love them to bits daddy like you always have.”

He looked down at his youngest as he grinned at Sofi.

“At least Jenni still does what her old dad tells her.”

Jenni had learnt Sofi’s smile.

“Most times daddy.”

Jenni gave Peter and Ruth a kiss. Patrik shook Peter’s hand, then gave Ruth a kiss. She was surprised to feel quite a flutter as his lips touched hers, especially as his hands were holding her bottom as if it was about to fall off.

Introductions made; the tour began. At this look behind the scenes, Peter and Ruth were amazed at all the things needed to be done to make the game run like clockwork. As they got out onto the rink, Marko showed off the latest additions.

“My company paid to install these eight Jumbotrons last year so everyone can see the close ups and action replays.”

He clicked his fingers, and Peter and Ruth laughed to see their giant faces light up the eight screens around the stadium. He clicked again and Sofi’s smiling face replaced theirs to fill the screens. They saw those eight smiles turn to grins.

“Daddy always gets Karl to do that so he can impress our guests.”

She looked up and waved to the guy smiling from a gantry window.

“Thanks Karl, you captured my best side.”

Marko put his thumb up to Karl, then turned back to his guests.

“Let’s go meet the team.”

Going down the tunnel, Sofi opened the door on the left and strode in. Peter and Ruth realised it was the team dressing room as there were a dozen guys in varying stages of undress including four stark naked. Marko went round introducing the team one by one, when a tall young man come out of the shower area towelling himself off. Ruth thought this guy was 110% smoking hot male, especially having that hairy chest going down to a long penis dangling below with large testicles tucked behind. The young man grinned at Sofi as she flung her arms out and rushed over.

“Tuukka!”

His hands gripped her bum tight to spin her round as she met his lips. As he finally put Sofi down, her dad smiled.

“If you hadn’t guessed it, this is our star player. Peter and Ruth, meet Tuukka Kurri, Finland’s finest Ice Hockey player.”

Sofi still gripped his hand as they walked over to them. Like all good Finns, Ruth ignored that huge erection waving from side to side. He smiled at Peter and stuck his hand out.

“Pleased to meet you Peter. Have you been to an Ice Hockey game before?”

Peter was still coming to terms with Finnish culture and wondered why everyone was ignoring the elephant in the room.

“Err… Pleased to meet you Tuukka. Err… Mum takes me and my sister to many New York Rangers’ fixtures.”

Tuukka smiled at Ruth and shook her hand, his boner nodding in sympathy.

Sofi’s dad laughed as Ruth forgot to engage her brain and accidentally let slip her true feelings.

“Wow Tuukka, you are smoking hot!”

She was aghast and clamped her hand over her mouth as she mumbled a fulsome apology. Sofi grinned and wrapped her arm tighter around his waist.

“He sure is that Ruth. Have a feel of the muscles in his butt cheeks. He could crack walnuts between these.”

Tuukka smiled as Sofi gave them a squeeze, then burst out laughing as Ruth giggled.

“Sorry Tuukka, I’m fresh out of walnuts.”

Ruth was beaming as she took up Sofi’s invite.

Her dad grinned as he looked at Tuukka.

“I’m sure Ruth can’t wait to see your prowess on the ice rink.”

Ruth supressed a giggle as she was still processing the impressive prowess he had off the pitch.

Her dad gave Sofi’s skin-tight designer jean-clad bottom a light slap.

“Put him down Sofi. Tuukka has to prepare for the match.”

Sofi reached up to give his mouth a final kiss.

“OK daddy, let’s go take lunch in our private box before we watch the game.”

Marko smiled at Peter and Ruth.

“We’ve laid on some of the finest foods Finland has to offer before we watch our national sport in traditional Finnish surroundings so you can both fully immerse yourself in our, and your mother’s, culture. I am sure that when you leave our country at the end of your stay you will be true Finns like your mother.”

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They stepped out of the elevator into a long and wide oak-panelled corridor with plush red carpets. Peter and Ruth went over to the window to see they were some 50 feet above the car park. Sofi smiled as she pointed the way.

“Our private box is along here, where we will have some lunch and watch the match.”

They came to a door where large gold letters read ‘Marko Timonen – Tarkkaan yksityinen’. Sofi saw their puzzled looks and tapped those last two words.

“That says strictly private. Let’s go in.”

As they all went through the door, Peter and Ruth were hit by the overpowering heat. Sofi tapped the wall and four doors slid silently open to reveal a bank of walk-in wardrobes. She stepped in and began to undo those skin tight designer jeans as they saw the others begin to strip off. Peter was stunned as she seemed to peel her jeans off to reveal those long slender legs, then she slid her panties down and he saw her pussy with pubic hair trimmed in the shape of a heart. She gave a sigh as she pulled off her top and had a big stretch pushing her firm 16 year old breasts forward towards him.

“Am I glad to get out of these. You sure suffer if you want to be a fashion icon around here.”

Her father and little Jenni were already naked. There was a hiss of steam as he poured more water on the hot rocks.

“Slip your clothes off and hang them up in the wardrobes.”

A naked Patrik touched the panelling and more doors slid open as another bank of walk-in wardrobes was revealed.

“Take your pick.”

Ruth took a quick appraisal and very much appreciated what she saw as she and Crista started to get undressed. Patrik had a thick seven inch penis hanging down with a big bag containing huge testicles dangling below. What surprised her was the complete absence of hair anywhere on his body. Her appraisal was not quite quick enough as Patrik saw her look him up and down and smiled.

“Do you like it? I had a full body Brazilian wax.”

Ruth and Christa had taken their pleated skirts off and were removing their panties. Christa asked the question.

“What does that involve Patrik?”

“They pour hot wax all over and when they peel it off all the hair is ripped out.”

He grinned when their panties froze half way down as the girls winced. He casually lifted up his penis and moved it around, then did the same to his scrotum, confirming every hair had been ripped from all the nooks and crannys in front. He turned and went to separate his cheeks when his dad none too gently smacked his butt and laughed.

“Please Patrik, no one wants to see in there. We’ll all be eating in a minute.”

Peter was down to his underpants but was very concerned about the boner he had got at watching Sofi. Ruth looked over and could not miss the bulge.

“Do you need a hand Peter?”

Ruth saw his horror as he had run out of options. She saw him screw his eyes tight shut then push down. Ruth knew she must not giggle as it caught on his underpants to slap loudly on his chest before bouncing to a stop. It was Sofi who put her arm in his and guided him into the next room. Peter opened his eyes to see a wall to wall and floor to ceiling pane of glass so the whole of the rink was laid out in front of him with a line of luxurious leather chairs giving the best possible view of the game. There were seven huge Jumbotrons around the stadium and he guessed the eighth was below the window. Marko pressed a button alongside the central chair, and in came two naked waiters pushing trolleys laden with food. He dismissed them and called Peter and Ruth over.

“You have to try our local cuisine. You will be unfamiliar with our food, so do you mind if I choose the dishes?”

It all looked delicious so they smiled and nodded.

“We usually start with Lohikeitto, which is a creamy Salmon soup made from locally caught fish.”

He ladled a large helping into a bowl and passed it to Ruth, who smiled and sat down. Peter had calmed down now and took his soup to sit next to his sister as Sofi plopped down beside him. Peter had his first taste and smiled at Marko.

“It’s delicious sir.”

They were all eating away when Peter spilt some down his front. Fortunately it had cooled somewhat but had landed in a very embarrassing place. He was not sure how he could covertly wipe it off when his sister reached down and held it out of the way as she used a napkin to wipe his hair and testicles, then wiped along his penis before letting it flop back.

“Don’t you find brothers are so messy Sofi?”

She looked across at Patrik and grinned.

“He’s usually a pig, but today he assured me he will be putting on his best table manners.”

Ruth laughed as Patrik responded with an ear-splitting burp, only to receive a playful clip round the ear from his dad.

“For main course we have Poronkäristys which is sautéed Reindeer and is one of Lapland’s most delicious specialities.”

Through Ruth’s brain leapt a Christmassy image of her beloved Rudolph and his red nose leading Santa’s sleigh. She tried to hide her feelings, but Marko noticed the slightest screwing up of her nose.

“To be a true Finn, you must try just a little bit. I’m sure you will love it.”

“Just a small portion please sir.”

As he passed down her plate he stood in front of her. She could see where Patrik had inherited his prowess from, although his father was clearly not a fan of a full Brazilian. He smiled down at her as she took the smallest nibble of meat. Marko saw her face change as she tentatively chewed on that piece of ex-Rudolph and it just melted in her mouth.

“It’s fantastic sir.”

He reached behind him and selected four large slices to drop on her plate, which she attacked with gusto. He grinned when they had all finished and she asked if there were any seconds. He got up to get her another heaped plate.

“You are a true Finn now, but save room for some Mustikkapiirakka, which is blueberry pie with yoghurt and served with cream. We all love that for dessert.”

She felt so bloated as she collapsed in the leather chair after her third portion of Mustikkapiirakka. Ruth went scarlet when her bare butt hit the seat and she emitted a most unladylike burp to rival Patrik’s. Marko laughed.

“Burped like a truly well satisfied Finn. I’m delighted you enjoyed it. You need a drink and must try one of our most popular beverages called Sima. It’s a sugar and lemon drink fermented with yeast.”

“Fermented? Is it alcoholic? I’m not sure mother would want me drinking alcohol.”

“Your mother would know Sima very well. We Finns are happy for children to drink Sima as it is low in alcohol, although here in Europe we have always had a more laid back attitude to moderate drinking by children than in the US. The one I have is home made to a traditional recipe by my chef. It is fermented for a few days longer to give it some bite, so I think just the one glass for you on this occasion Ruth.”

Ruth and Peter were quite excited at their first taste of a drink with any amount of alcohol. After their first gentle sip, they both found the bubbles fun, and really enjoyed the taste. Peter looked out of the window to see the stadium was almost full and the Jumbotrons were playing highlights from an earlier game. The picture stopped and he heard the announcer begin in that strange language. He turned to Sofi.

“Is the game about to start Sofi?”

“He’s just giving out the usual safety spiel, but it will be starting soon Peter. Daddy, shall we take our seats?”

“Good idea Sofi. Ruth, you sit on my left, Peter on my right. Err… Patrik, you sit next to Ruth and Sofi next to Peter. Jenni, do you want to sit on daddy’s knees?”

“Yes please daddy.”

Christa slid next to Patrik, while Mikael sat next to Sofi with Lukas alongside, as Uncle Sven sat next to Christa. Peter heard the commentator move his voice up a gear. Then he recognised his last two words –

“… Marko Timonen.”

He saw the stadium camera swing up to their window and zoom in on their host. Sofi whispered to Peter.

“As daddy is the main sponsor they always like to suck up to him. He won’t admit it, but he loves being in the spotlight.”

Marko got up to press a button and a microphone rose from the floor. He started addressing the crowds in that weird tongue, then Peter recognised the words America and Ruth. Marko put his arm out towards his sister and beckoned her over. She got up and smiled at him. Peter was horrified the whole stadium were seeing his sister stark naked, but she was just smiling down to the crowd. Marko switched to English.

“This beautiful young lady is visiting us from New York. Her mother was born just up the road in Muonio, so give a big hand to Ruth, a true daughter of Finnish stock, who has been sent here to immerse herself in our culture.”

Ruth had an odd mixture of pleasure and embarrassment at being applauded by over 50,000 people. She was well immersed in Finnish culture and the fact she was naked did not even enter her mind. Marko smiled at her.

“How are you enjoying your stay in our country?”

He lowered the mike for her. She was a bit nervous but wanted to thank everybody for their kindness and bent towards the mike. That was when she felt the effects of the fizzy Sima with all that Mustikkapiirakka. The whole stadium heard the amplified sound of the largest burp ever. She was appalled at what they would think of her.

Marko grinned and took back the mike.

“I think she enjoyed her THREE helpings of Mustikkapiirakka.”

The whole stadium erupted with cheers of approval, which calmed her fears. Marko smiled as he passed back the mike.

“Err… I do beg your pardon, but that Mustikkapiirakka was fantastic.”

That got more applause. Her smile lit up the Jumbotrons.

“Apologies again for my rude outburst…”

She grinned and rubbed her tummy.

“… but I think that’s made room for some more now.”

Patrik got up and picked up the remnants of the Mustikkapiirakka dish and brought it over. With a big bow he presented it to her with a large spoon. Ruth acknowledged the roar by putting her thumbs up to the crowd then sat down and tucked in. Even Peter was laughing.

“That lovely young lady is not here alone, as her brother is with her. Give a big hand to Peter.”

Marko swung his hand towards Peter. I can do this thought Peter; I can do this. Just ignore I am naked; I can do this. He might be telling his brain to ignore it, but he was all too well aware of his dick swinging about as he got up and came over to Marko. He was surprised he was able to manage a wave to the crowds below.

“How are you finding our culture Peter?”

“Err… It’s fine sir, and everyone has been so good to me and my sister sir.”

Marko then waved Sofi over. Peter wasn’t sure what to do, so just stood there as she came alongside her father.

“This is my beautiful daughter Sofi.”

Sofi was well used to this regular ritual with her dad and gave the crowd her biggest smile as she waved strenuously. Peter was quite calm as he looked out the window. It was very odd to see his own dick as seven huge images on the seven visible Jumbotrons, but he thought at least he hadn’t got a boner. Sofi reached up to give her father a kiss. lifting one leg off the floor for balance. Peter saw seven heart shaped images of her pubic hair and then he saw seven lifted legs. Peter realised he was looking at seven images of Sofi’s wide open pussy, which were over three foot long. He looked at those seven images and saw seven boys alongside the seven Sofis that had seven dicks, each of which were getting longer by the second. He tried to tell his brain it was not him; it was just a random collection on ones and zeroes that were activating pixels on those giant screens. Even if his brain had been buying this fiction, the more than 50,000 crowd were not fooled. He felt the throbbing between his legs, but dare not look down as more than 50,000 people watched those eight Jumbotrons and saw eight scarlet faced naked teenage boys with eight six foot long boners.

Peter had never been so humiliated, but he was still coming to terms with Finnish culture and did not realise that every single one of those more than 50,000 people would ignore such a natural thing, especially on a 13 year old boy whose dick naturally went up and down like a yo-yo, and often for no reason. Marko called up Patrik, who smiled and waved at the crowd just like his sister. Peter used the diversion to sneak back to his seat, still very aware that his boner was just visible in the background. Sofi and Patrik sat down as the game got underway. She smiled at Peter.

“You’re lucky. I have to go through this virtually every week as daddy introduces me to the crowd.”

She looked down, then bent closer to his ear and whispered.

“Don’t worry about your boner. We Finns are so often naked in the sauna that everyone ignores such a natural thing, especially on a teenage boy with their raging hormones as puberty advances. Sit back and concentrate on the game.”

He was somewhat distracted by the long kiss she landed on his mouth, but after calming down he decided to do just that, although Sofi’s hand gently stroking the top of his leg made concentration difficult. Tuukka was always in the thick of the fast-paced action and the home team won very convincingly. After the game he came up to join Marko and his party in their private box for drinks and refreshments. They had moved from the main viewing area and were back in the sauna proper. After popping his clothes in the wardrobes, Tuukka took the drink Marko offered and grinned.

“This is some pretty lethal vodka.”

“It’s Finlandia’s best, but the game is over and my chauffeur will drive us all home.”

Tuukka scanned the room.

“Where is that cute 12 year old girl? She was so funny with that walnut quip.”

Marko looked round but could not see her. Then Tuukka heard loud snoring coming from the viewing area and went to investigate. He found that cute 12 year old girl slumped on the leather seat, who slid gently to the floor as he gave her a shake. Picking up the naked girl, he lay her on the sofa. She looked so peaceful as her breasts rose and fell and Tuukka could not resist her cherry red lips. Unlike Sleeping Beauty, a kiss did not do the trick. Christa and her dad came over.

“What’s wrong with cousin Ruth.”

Uncle Sven looked at that row of bottles by the leather chair and chuckled.

“Marko told her to have just the one Sima. Those seven empty bottles mean Ruth will be having a sore head tomorrow.”

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