Getting Brother Naked

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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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Chapter 7 – Bradley

“Stop fooling around,” Jessica called out to her brother.

As usual Bradley ignored his sister and continued to ride his bike along the road with no hands on the handlebars. Jessica was 13 and was easily the more mature of the two siblings. Bradley was 17 but no-one would ever realise this.

“Look out,” shouted Sophie, Jessica’s friend.

Too late, as the sound of metal ground on metal; Bradley shook his head and found himself in an awkward position up against a parked car. He got up and looked around him; the car that had acted as his buffer seemed to have come off a lot worse than he had with a deep scratch along the side and a crumpled wing mirror.

“Oops,” he muttered, “time to make myself scarce.”

Later that afternoon Jessica confronted her brother; “You really are an idiot, I warned you to stop but you never take any notice of me.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Bradley remarked.

Jessica glared at him; “You damaged that car through your own stupidity, you should be honest and own up to what you have done.”

“Or what?” said her brother, “no-one else knows it was me.”

“Or I’ll say I saw you do it,” said Jessica.

“You fucking grassing bitch,” snapped Bradley in a rage, and slapped his sister hard on the arm, “if you tell on me then mum and dad will never agree for me to have driving lessons.”

“Ow!” Jessica cried out in pain, “that hurt.”

She ran past her brother and rushed upstairs to her bedroom with tears in her eyes.
She sat on her bed and sobbed; “why was her brother so mean to her.”

She rubbed the throbbing patch of red on her arm, thought carefully and then picked up her mobile; “Hi Charis, this is Jessica,” she said, “I need to talk to you about my brother Bradley.”

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It was just before 11 o’clock the following morning and Jessica had just filled Charis in on everything that had happened the previous afternoon. Charis sat on Jessica’s bed along with Charlotte;

“So where is Bradley now?” she asked.

“He’s still in bed I think,” Jessica replied.

“Right come on then,” said Charis, “I think it is time I spoke to your brother.”

The three girls went across the landing and pushed open Bradley’s slightly ajar door. It was apparent when they looked in that Bradley wasn’t the tidiest of teenagers. Charis went over to the curtains and drew them back; she then looked over to the bed and could see a figure lying under the duvet.

“Bradley, Bradley,” she called, but there was no response.

Charis walked over to the bed and pulled back the duvet. Bradley was lying there in just his boxer shorts. He was a tall lad at almost 6’, was slim and had dark short hair; a slim smooth body and weighed just under 11 stone. Charis also noticed that there was a tent in the front of his boxers which she had recently found out was known as a ‘morning glory’, so called because teenage boys often woke up with a boner in the morning.

As she stood there so Bradley opened his eyes.

“What the fuck! Who the fuck are you?” he yelled, and realising he was lying in his bed uncovered he furiously pulled the duvet back over him again. “What are you doing in my bedroom?”

Charis looked at him calmly and said; “I’m Charis, and I’m a friend of Jessica’s. Do you usually swear at people who visit your house?”

Bradley glared at her but didn’t say anything.

“I’m here,” Charis continued, “because your sister rang me yesterday. She was very upset because you had hit her and sworn at her; you are supposed to be her responsible older brother. Do your parents know you behave like this?”

Bradley scowled again.

Charis carried on; “I also hear that the reason you hit her was because you caused some damage to a car with your bike, and rode off without owning up to it. Is that correct?”

Bradley looked uncomfortable and glared at his sister; “You little grasser,” he hissed.

“She is not a little grasser,” Charis replied, “she was very concerned about what happened; you on the other hand don’t seem to care at all about the damage that you have done to someone’s car. Jessica told me that you are hoping to have driving lessons; how would you feel if someone did that to your car?”

Bradley looked even more uncomfortable, and had gone red. He wasn’t used to being told off by a girl, and especially one who was younger than him at that.

“Jessica asked me round to speak to you and to ask for my advice. Having done so, I don’t believe that you are the slightest bit worried about the damage to the car, or the hurt you have caused your sister, and so I think we have no option but to inform your parents.”

“What?! Now wait a minute.” At last there was a reaction from Bradley.

“Yes,” said Charis.

“I don’t think that’s fair,” Bradley retorted. “I have never seen you before in my life, and now you are planning on telling tales on me to my parents, and all over some little mishap with me, my bike and a car.”

“Which you didn’t own up to,” Charis emphasised.

There was a long period of silence.

“Ok,” said Bradley finally, “we don’t seem to be getting anywhere with this.”

“Agreed,” said Charis, “and whose fault is that?”

“What do you suggest then?” Bradley asked.

“Well,” said Charis, “as I see it there are two options; (1) we tell your parents everything that has happened and let them deal with it, or (2) we don’t say anything to your parents and you agree to do whatever we ask you to do.” It’s up to you.”

Bradley looked at Charis; “So if I agree to do what you tell me to do then you won’t say anything to my parents?”

“Exactly,” said Charis, “but if at any stage you refuse to do anything then we will tell them everything.”

There was another long pause.

“Ok,” Bradley said finally, “I agree to do what you say.”

Charis looked at Jessica and Charlotte and then spoke to Bradley;

“You have agreed to do what we say, so please get out of your bed and lie face down across your bed.”

Bradley appeared slightly surprised at this request but did as he was told.
Charis then said; “Bradley, you have been awful to your sister over the last couple of days and need to be punished.” She then moved over to where Bradley lay, pulled down the back of his boxer shorts, and as she did so Jessica gave him six spanks on his bare bottom.

“Ow!, ow!, ouch!” Bradley complained as he felt a stinging sensation on his backside.

“Next,” Charis observed, “you were abusive to the three of us when we arrived in your room this morning and that needs to be settled.”

With that she, Jessica and Charlotte each gave Bradley two further spanks each on his bare buttocks. Having done this Charis pulled his boxer back up again.

The spanking that Bradley had just received seemed to have had an unexpected effect on him, and had involuntarily caused him to spring a boner. Charis told him he could now get up off his bed and as he did so he had a very noticeable tent in the front of his boxers. Charis seized upon this immediately;

“Well Bradley you seem to have something in the front of your boxers that is trying to escape,” she commented.

Bradley looked at her in acute embarrassment, going an ever deeper shade of red.

“It doesn’t seem to be going away,” Charis remarked, “so I think you should take down your boxers and release it.”

Bradley looked at her in dismay and started to argue; “But, but …”

“No buts,” replied Charis, “you agreed to do what we asked you to do, now do it or the deals off.”

Bradley hesitated, realised that he had no choice and was about to react to her demands when she leaned forward, grabbed his boxers and pulled them down herself.

As she did do there were gasps from Jessica and Charlotte, and then from Charis herself as Bradley stood there naked in front of them with a very hard, very erect cock pointing straight up in the air.

“Wow!” Charis exuded, “that’s huge.” Bradley was bigger than Robert, and bigger than Daniel. The cock she was now staring at was over 6” in size and was probably closer to 7”.

All three girls stood there awestruck by Bradley’s cock. After a few minutes of admiration Charis reached out her right arm and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the shaft of Bradley’s cock, before gently sliding it up and down. Now it was Bradley’s turn to gasp at the sensation of Charis’s hand stroking his hard cock. He closed his eyes and let out a gentle groan; he had never experienced anything like it before. Charis noticed Bradley had closed his eyes and beckoned Charlotte and Jessica over, inviting each of them to also experience the touch of their first cocks. Both of them slowly moved their hands up and down it; when Bradley opened his eyes he was rather taken aback to find that his own sister was stroking his cock, and went another shade of red.

“Well I don’t know about you,” Charis remarked, “but I’m thirsty, and I also haven’t had any breakfast this morning.” Jessica and Charlotte agreed.

“Ok Bradley, could you please go and make us some drinks and some toast and bring it out to us in the conservatory?”

Bradley was about to pick up his boxer shorts when Charis commented; “don’t worry about your boxers, we want you to serve us as you are.” Bradley looked at her in amazement and then found himself being ushered towards the door and down the stairs, his hard cock bobbing up and down in front of him as he walked.

The girls enjoyed their breakfast and kept asking Bradley to fetch and return items from and to the kitchen so they could see him walking along naked, and watch his cock nodding and bobbing along as he did so.

As Bradley walked between the kitchen and the conservatory he was still trying to come to terms with exactly what was happening. The whole episode seemed quite surreal and here he was naked and hard and being ordered around by three young girls, one of whom was his own sister.

At last the girls had finished their breakfasts and Bradley had cleared everything away to the kitchen. Charis told them all to go back upstairs again to Bradley’s bedroom for one final task. Once they were all inside Charis told Bradley to stand at the foot of his bed and face them.

“You have one last thing to do for us until your punishment is complete for today,” Charis declared.

Bradley looked at her nervously.

“We want to see you shoot,” Charis announced.

Bradley’s jaw dropped and he looked at her with his mouth wide open.

“Do you understand?” Charis enquired, “we want to watch you shoot your cum.”

Bradley continued to stare.

“We are waiting,” Charis continued, “so please start.”

Bradley, still in a state of disbelief grasped hold of his cock in his right hand and began to move it up and down his shaft. He then grabbed his balls in his left hand and began to caress those too. He stood with his legs open in a wide stance and leaned back slightly. Jessica and Charlotte were watching transfixed at what was happening.

After a few minutes Bradley’s body began to tense up, his breathing became more erratic and he started to moan and groan; “Oh God!, Oh fuck, Oh God!, Aarghhh, I’m cumming.”

“Aarghhh! Nghhhhhh! Aarghhh! Fuck! Fuck! Aaghhhh!”

Bradley screamed leaning back with an expression of total ecstasy on his face as his orgasm hit. The first spurt of cum erupted from his cock with such force that it went over his left shoulder and landed on the headboard of his bed; the second spurt hit him in the face; the third on his chest and then numerous subsequent spurts on his stomach and lower body. Bradley collapsed backwards flat on his back on his bed with his cock now spent, and breathing heavily, having just experienced the most incredible sensation of his entire life.

Jessica and Charlotte had never seen anything like it before, and even Charis had not seen one of such intensity.

“That was awesome,” Jessica exclaimed, “really awesome Bradley. Wow!”

Bradley lifted his head up, and looked at his sister giving her an embarrassed grin.

“Thank you, that was really something,” Charis remarked, “and now I think we ought to leave Bradley alone to recover and clean both himself and his room up.”

As the girls left the room Bradley sat up on the bed and smiled at them. As Charis casually walked past she whispered, “See you next time.”

Bradley swallowed hard and stared after her. As she reached the door she turned and winked at him.

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