Nate and his Sister: A Family Oriented Conversation

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Nate is young man. His proper name is Nathan, but most call him Nate. Unless his mother is unpleased with him.

He’s 17 years old, and has a lot going for him. He’s fit with muscles but doesn’t work out too much, so it doesn’t take over his life. He’s a good height, an even 6 feet. Nate has gorgeous wavey light brown hair, almost blonde. He has light brown eyes to match, and he’s overall just a really hot guy. He isn’t packing anything too special downstairs, but it’s nothing to sneeze at. Average dick and balls, although they hang lower than most at his age.

Nate also has a sister who’s 3 years older. Her name is Carrie. Same color hair and eyes, shorter than Nate, but not by much. She’s tall for a girl. Carrie also commutes to a nearby college. Most important to note however, is that Carrie is very hot. She has D cup breasts and has a very fat ass. Thicc, as the kids would say. Most guys that see her all agree that she’s someone they’d love to bone.

Anyways, today they both got home from classes at around the same time, and were sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich across from each other. Carrie was wearing short jean shorts, and a tank top. Nate is currently wearing cargo shorts and a white tee.

“So, how was school today Nate?”

“Oh, you know.” Nate said very disinterestedly.

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“Know what?” said Carrie questioningly.

“How it goes. It was just school, nothing really special.” Nate said boredly. Nate isn’t one for small talk.

“It’s very hard to have a conversation with you little brother, you know that right?” Carrie responded.

“Well that’s because there’s nothing to talk about. If there’s something worth talking about, we could talk.” Nate said looking at his phone.

“What do you define as something ‘Worth talking about?’” Carrie asked annoyed.

“Well… Something that immediately impacts at least at least one of us, that should be a focus of attention.” Nate said looking down at this sandwich.

Carrie smirked and raised her leg and straight it into Nate’s open legs. This made Nate feel uneasy, to say the least.

“Oh God what the fuck…” Nate said, as he banged his head on the table. He sent his hands down to his groin, but he’s unable to hold his balls since his sisters foot still took residence.

“You defined ‘Worth talking about’ was, so I created something worth talking about” Carrie said, and with the end of the sentence, sent her foot further into Nate's groin, twisting her foot, feeling her little brother's orbs squish at the bottom her foot.

Nate’s mouth opened agape as he raised his head, veins bulging from his neck, face turning slightly red.

“Okay, I’m sorry… Please move your fucking foot.” Nate said, hands on his sister's bare feet, feeling like he shouldn’t have eaten the sandwich.

Carrie moved her foot from her brothers family jewels and looked down at her phone.

Nate let out a sigh of relief, as he laid his head on the table, gently nursing his balls that are currently causing him more pain than he’d like to be feeling at the moment.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and die I think…” Nate said, carefully standing up and limping away, holding his delicate balls.

In his room, Nate laid in his bed, on his phone. He doesn’t get along with his sister too well, but they tend to not kill each other. So he was wondering why she was so bitchy today? He assumed that she must be on her period or something. But that doesn’t change anything.

Nate is someone with a mean streak. When someone does something to bother him, he wants nothing more than to get back at them and make them know that he is, in fact, bothered. So when someone sends a foot into his most precious parts, and makes him squirm in pain. He’s not going to let that go.

Nate gets up off his bed, and walks around the house. He looks for where his sister is, and sees her on the couch talking to a friend on the phone.

“Perfect” Nate thinks to himself

Nate goes into his sister's room and looks for some way to get back at her. He snoops around, investigating…

“Hmmmm…” Nate thinks to himself

“What would annoy her the most…” Then he spots something. A box on the floor. He flips it over, it see what it is. A box of Tampons.

Perfect. He takes them, and puts them in his pocket. He looks around still, just to make sure that there’s no other way he can irk his big sister.

Carrie's room has it’s own bathroom, since she’s the oldest. Nate has to use the bathroom in the general bathroom, and that’s always bothered him. Why does she get special treatment? Why is she special?

Nate goes into Carrie’s bathroom and snoops around. He see’s her shampoo and body wash. This could work he tells himself. Nate grabs both bottles and opens them. He goes into her shower and pours both bottles onto the floor, but not in a way that it all falls down the drain naturally. He wants her to know he did this.

He goes back into his room and does what most 17 year old boys do. Masturbate.

Although his balls still being a bit sore from earlier, made the normally very enjoyable activity slightly more uncomfortable for him. But Nate’s a big boy, he gets the job done. After this, he goes and takes a shower. When in the shower, he questioned why he didn’t just jack off in the shower instead of do it in his room. He didn’t come up with a good answer, but it really didn’t bother him. He cleaned himself up and with a towel around his waist, hair drenched and hot body on display, goes back into his room to change.

Right before this happened, Carrie went into her bathroom to take herself a shower. She waited for her Brother to finish because she didn’t want to take his hot water. She’s considerate like that.

When she opened her shower, she noticed a strange array of liquids all over the floor. Confused, she looked around. She saw the empty bottles nearby, and put two and two together. She furiously stormed out with nothing but a towel on to find her little shit of a little brother.

Carrie swung opened the door, and saw just as her little brother left the shower about to get into his room. In a fit of rage, she stormed over to him and with all the power she could muster she kicked him in the bare balls from behind. Nate just got out of the shower, and was only wearing a towel around his waist, so there was literally no protection for his low hanging balls that are already extra sensitive due to his sister's foot play earlier, and drained because he recently jacked off.

Carrie's foot connected with her little brothers low dangling nuts with a loud smack that made him collapse instantly.

Nate has no idea what just happened, except that there’s this sudden surge of aching, nauseating pain radiating from his testicles. His eyes wide open, confused he sends his hands down to his balls, nursing the pain, writhing on the floor.

“THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET FOR RUINING MY SHOWER YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE NATE!” Carrie screams at the top of her lungs, stealing her brothers towel. Nate was in no shape to protest.

Nate’s entirely naked now, showing his muscular, yet slim body. He has just the perfect amount of hair; not too much, but enough to feel like a real man, with a treasure trail leading down to the valuables. His body tensing as the pain overwhelms Nate, and he rolls on the floor, back and forth, showing off both sides of the young man. His tight bare ass, for all the world to see. And his dick and balls too if his hands weren’t covering them for protection.

Nate has never felt anything so horrible before. He’s gotten hit in the balls pretty hard before, hell he even got it earlier from his sister. But nothing like this. This was not only intentionally done to cause a large amount of anguish, but he was basically naked. He had nothing protecting him, and his back was turned. Totally unexpected. Literally nothing between Carrie’s rage induced kick and his bare, low hangers but the air. And then there was no air between, and his balls were even more sensitive because of his decision to entertain himself earlier.

Nate feels sick. He wants to die, he wants to just disappear. He can't breathe properly, his eyes are misty. Nate is naked on the floor in an immense amount of torment. Humiliating and painful. At least his sister stormed off a few seconds after she stole his towel, so it could have been worse.

After a couple minutes of indescribable pain, Nate gets on his knees and is able to breathe normally again. Nate gets up off the floor, cupping his aching testicles with both hands and slowly walks into his room, and locks the door behind him. He limps to his bed and lies face down naked. He doesn’t want to do anything but lie and let this pain wash over him. He’ll never screw with his sister again he thinks to himself. This was too much for him.

After 5 minutes, Nate his a bang at the door.

“NATE! OPEN THE DOOR!” Carrie yells from the other side, trying to open the door.

But alas, the power of a lock.

“Go away…” groaned Nate, still feeling ill effects from his sisters assault.

“I will break this fucking door down, Nate come over here and open it!”

A sigh comes out of his mouth, and he, very annoyed, gets up and grabs some underwear. Some light blue boxer briefs. Nate hobbles to the door in pain.

He unlocks the door.

“What do yo-” is all Nate let out before he involuntarily let out a high pitched squeal.

Carrie, wearing nothing but the towel still. Upon the open of the door, she sent her hand flying south, into her little brothers tender nuggets. She grabbed a handful of what makes him… him, and had no intention to let go.

She pushed him backwards, and he obliged, not like he had a choice. His balls were already tender after 2 bustings today, each worse than the last. And this one seemingly to be the worst of the 3.

Carrie can feel her brother's balls in the palm of her hand. She knows she’s in control, and she intends to get what she wants.

They walk towards the wall behind the door, and Nate hits it with a thud. Nate’s hands are grabbing his sister’s wrist, trying to pry the vice grip off. Carrie puts her hand on the wall, and looks into her brother's pleading and confused eyes as she twisted her hand and pulled down, causing her brother's strong body to tighten as Nate squeals again.

At this point, Carrie's towel falls off, revealing her naked body. Her large firm breasts and partially shaven downstairs, for all the world to see. Almost any boy in the world would feel blessed to see this. But not Nate.

“Where is it.” Carrie asked firmly.

Nate can’t focus, and has no idea how to answer her. He closes his eyes as the pain in his balls become too much.

Increasing the pressure, she pulls him closer and digs her fingernails into his throbbing testicles.

“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK” Nate blurts out, eyes tearing up. Nate feels like death would be nice if it could be arranged.

“Where THE FUCK IS IT NATE!” she screams again, pulling his nuts up, while digging her thumb specifically further into his left nut.

“WHAT, WHERE IS WHAT” Nate yells out on his toes, tears coming out of his eyes.

“MY FUCKING TAMPONS YOU STOLE YOU ASSHOLE! DON’T LIE TO ME, I KNOW YOU STOLE THEM!”

Nate’s mind is racing. He had no idea what she was talking about. But for every second he didn’t answer the worse and worse the pain built up in him.

Carrie switched her grip and put all her pressure onto Nate’s left testicle, crushing it whole in her hand.

Nate’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he bangs his head on the wall, trying to claw his big sister's hands off his delicate cherries.

“WHERE DID YOU PUT MY TAMPONS!”

Nate couldn’t figure out what she was on about.

Now he remembers.

“OhFUCKokaytheirinmypockets” he blurts out

“Where?” Carrie asks, changing her grip again, digging all the her fingers except the pinky into Nate’s left testicle.

“OHFUCK, MY POCKETMYPOCKET” Nate cried in his underwear, which has no pockets.

“Point at the pockets.”

Nate scanned the room and pointed at the cargo pants he was wearing.

Carrie dragged Nate along with her, as she went to where he pointed. The fact that Nate can walk is incredible. Such overbearing pain, he can’t even think. Nothing matters but his low hanging fruit between his legs. Which his sister is digging her fingers into, dragging him across his own room.

With her free hand, Carrie bends over to pick up the pants, and checks the pockets. She found the tampons.

Carrie looked at her brother. Sweating, in intense pain. Unable to cope with the pain he’s in, body tensed up.  Her strong baby brother, totally at the mercy of his big sister. Nate's muscles and sexy body, all on display for no benefit but to make it even more impressive that everything that makes him so strong and so hot, is in the clutches of his sister. And she's using it to cause him indescribable torment.

“Look at me Nate.”

Nate looks at Carrie with red eyes and face. Begging.

“You are never to screw with me again, okay?”

Nate nodded profusely.

“I want to hear you Nate, let's have a CONVERSATION” with that she increased the pressure even further on his swollen plum, as Nate starting crying out. He started leaning on his sister for support; he can’t stand on his own accord anymore.

“I’m sorry…” Nate said pitifully.

“What else Nate?”

“I won’t bother you again…” Nate said tearfully

“You promise?” Carrie asked, unconvinced as shown by the further pressure she put on her little brother’s single testicle.

A odd noise left Nate’s Mouth as he didn’t think he could stand this anymore.

“YESPLEASE LET ME GO.” He exclaimed quite convincingly.

With that Carrie let go of Nate, finally. He collapsed to the floor, and wept motionless, cupping his brutalized balls.

Carrie left the room, feeling satisfied with what transpired. She had what she came in for and taught Nate a lesson.

Nate lies on the floor, motionless, crying holding his pounding testicles. The pain radiates up throughout his body; it’s beyond extreme. The pain simply won’t subside, and Nate feels like he’s going to throw up.

Nate knows he won’t bother his sister again.