A Father's Replacement Chapter 13

A Father's Replacement Chapter 13
By Lee Davey
Comments welcome at leedavey1000@gmail.com

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 13

Mary softly opened the door and stepped inside pausing to click the light on. She choked as she saw the limp body of her brother slumped on the floor.

Jon's beating had ended over an hour ago only when he had fainted from the pain of having his mother whip his penis and balls and even a few kicks from Donna's pointed feet had failed to elicit a further response from the unconscious child.

"Jon? Jon? Are you OK." She moved over to Jon's pale slumped form and dropping the flannel and bowl she carried placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Leave me alone. Please no more..."

Mary sighed and gently lifted Jon into a sitting position and sat next to him. She did not say anything as Jon steadfastly refused to look at her, instead just sat there as if alone. Not even making an effort to cover his nakedness, unthinkable to the shy little boy only a few days ago.

Ignoring him she wetted the cloth and began to wipe the sweat and dirt from her brother's face. At this considerate touch, the first he had felt for days Jon could not help but cry; deep wracking sobs issuing from his lips as salty tears coursed down his face.

Pausing only to kiss her brothers tears away Mary moved the cloth down rinsing and wetting it as needed. She paused as her hands reached her brothers two nipples and turned her eyes away briefly from the red weal's and small bloody traces, caused by switching Jon had taken.

Moving carefully she dabbed away at the wounds attempting to cleanse them as best she could.

"It hurts" Jon mewed as Mary dabbed a particularly deep cut.

"I know, but I have too. If I don't it could get infected" Mary explained rinsing the cloth once more in the now pink tinted bowl of water.

Inch by inch her ministrations moved down into she reached her brothers groin. Here she paused not sure how to approach the pathetic mess of red bruised and swollen tissue that now existed where once her brother pale boy bits lay. She looked her brother in the eye who nodded in understanding and braced, his face screwed up in painful anticipation.

"Shhhwhhhhhhshhh..." Jon hissed as the water hit his bruised penis and balls.

Jon's mother had only been permitted to stop once Donna was entirely satisfied with her efforts. Perhaps a hundred hard hits of the switch had ripped into his shaft, the covered head of his penis and most painfully of all smashing into his small still growing testicles.

Grazes and cuts had formed after only a dozen blows but that was not enough for Donna. In fact she directed Shelly to concentrate her blows on the already split skin knowing that each further blow would be doubled in effectiveness.

Mary tried to be as gentle as possible as she mopped the oozing marks on her young brothers testicles, pausing to allow her brother to recover himself as he screamed when she accidently brushed the very tip of his penis which was badly swollen.

Jon felt slightly better as his sisters warm hands tended to his wounds, and leaned back slowly to stare up at the ceiling. He was trying to reconcile the sight of his mother whipping him earlier. Her face a blank mask as she ignored his piteous screams for mercy; against the love she had for him bur a few nights ago, that night when his life had changed for ever, and not for the better.

He let out a low moan as Mary wiped a particularly deep weal with the cloth.

"And just what is going on here may I ask?"

Mary jumped in surprise, her hands hitting her brothers flopping penis hard bouncing it forcefully. Jon screamed as agony ripped through his little pee pee once more and doubling up he saw the face of Donna looking down upon him and his sister. Behind her his mother and youngest sister also stood one face a mix of pity and despair the other younger face one of abject curiosity.

"What did I tell you Shelly/" Donna demanded turning to her hand pointing at the scene. "Clearly that little pervert, not satisfied with abusing his mother now seeks to corrupt his innocent sister." She declared ignoring the obvious and noble reason for the sight of Mary's hands upon her brother's beaten and bloody boyhood.

Shelly did not even protest knowing that it would be hopeless and simply mutely nodded.

"Going easy on the child has failed" Donna declared with malicious glee. "Obviously more severe measures are necessary" Donna smiled as a little jolt of pleasure rippled through her deliciously, "Fortunately I have already spoken to the good Dr Hayes, and a solution can be implemented as soon as he is..." she looked down at Jon noting the red and swollen mess that hang between his legs, "is physically able to withstand the rigours of the operation of course..."