CHAPTER ONE

I'm not sure when I started being jealous of Nicky. Oh, I suppose there's always some kind of ongoing rivalry between siblings and there's jealousy when one gets more of something than the other, but my jealousy was more than what would pass for normal.

I hated her.

Okay, that's not true, I love my sister... kind of, but in a way I kind of hate her too. She's always been everyone's favourite, the prettiest, sweetest, cutest, nicest, most perfect girl you'd ever want to meet.

I was always getting in trouble when I was younger, getting my clothes dirty, skinning my knees, breaking things, but Nicole never got into trouble for anything. She never said bad words, never disobeyed my parents or her teachers and was always nice to everyone.

Try living with someone like that.

As the years passed and I developed, I kind of taunted her with how flat and skinny she was and how great looking I was. Well, I was a few years older than her, so that was to be expected at first, but I developed early while Nicky developed late, so late we were beginning to wonder if she'd develop at all.

I was pretty good looking and pretty smug about it, especially since Nicky still seemed like a little girl. I had a good, athletic body, my breasts were high, firm and good sized, my face was pretty, with soft blue eyes and my strawberry blonde hair was soft as silk.

I guess maybe I teased Nicole a little, especially after she turned thirteen and still hadn't started to develop at all. We shared a room and I took every opportunity to change in front of her and even walked around nude, just to show myself off.

It was the first thing I'd done better than her.

Then, seemingly overnight, she sprouted up and out, her legs becoming lush, her body curving, her breasts swelling like balloons. By her next birthday, my sister was drawing stares and sighs from every male who saw her.

She still had a gorgeous round face, with moist green eyes, a tiny snub nose and a small mouth with full, pouty lips. But now she also had a fully developed body with an incredibly narrow waist, perfectly sculpted legs and breasts that were far, far too large to be so perfectly round and firm.

Firm, hell, they were practically hard. They didn't even bounce.

Her bright chestnut hair tumbled like soft satin across her shoulders and was parted just in the middle, with cute bangs across her forehead. She was pixy cute, adorable, yet with a body men would kill for.

Boy, I hated her.

The only consolation for me was that, while she'd been underdeveloped, she'd kind of gotten a complex about herself and become shy, especially about her body. Even now that she'd become a walking wet dream, she was still shy and afraid to show her body at all, wearing heavy clothes in a useless attempt to camouflage it.

The only person she wasn't shy around was me. Since we'd shared a room for more than sixteen years, she didn't at all mind my seeing her nude, which annoyed me constantly.

There wasn't much I could do about it, though, but ignore it. I tried my best.

We both graduated, but in a small, nothing town like ours, there weren’t a lot of places to find work. We both wound up working at the giant supermall on the edge of town, where there was a Wal-Mart and like a hundred stores. She worked at the Shoe Palace and I worked at the Kitchen Corner.

I dated a lot, while she didn't date at all. By the time another year had passed, she was a pretty unhappy girl. In a way that made me happy, but in another way, well, like I said, she was my sister and I did sort of care about her. Besides, she was giving me a bad name at work. They called her Mouse. The girls teased her and the boys copped feels as she walked by.

She was timid and shy and becoming worse rather than better. Again, that annoyed me. Here she was, with a body to die for and she was hiding it, walking around like she was dirt and letting people treat her like that.

Finally I bullied and browbeat her into going out with a guy I knew. Eddie was the nicest, sweetest boy you'd ever want to meet and I thought that surely even my sister could manage him.

I was wrong.

Eddie might have been sweet and nice, but he was still male. It took me two weeks to get the story, bit by bit, from both him and Nicky, sorting out what they said and reading between the lines to learn what had happened.

It seemed Eddie had come on to her in his dopey, sweet, hesitant way and my stupid sister had done absolutely nothing. She'd sat there in his car, staring out at the movie... They were at a drive-in.. .and she hadn't so much as moved a finger as he had gradually gotten closer to her and put his arm around her.

She didn't even look at him as he had slowly started stroking her body, getting closer and closer to her breasts. Eddie was probably shocked at not being stopped and would have stopped if she'd told him to, but, since she did nothing, he just kept on working.

He'd gotten his hands on those big breasts and started squeezing and fondling them as he kissed and licked the side of her throat. Gradually he'd worked her shirt up and felt her bare breasts. After more time, he'd gotten her skirt up and was rubbing at her pussy through her panties.

And all the while she sat there, probably staring wide-eyed, maybe even trembling with embarrassment and fear. But she never told him to stop and never tried to push him away, at least not with any kind of authority at all.

So she'd lost her cherry. He'd gotten her panties off and rode her for all he was worth, grunting like a wild hog as he rutted away between her slender thighs.

Oh, I think by then he knew she wasn't appreciating his attentions, but hell, with a face and body like my sister's and her not actually putting up any resistance, well, it's hard to blame him for fucking her. At least he hadn't told anyone about it, not that anyone would have believed it.

As for Nicky, she moped around the house, sniffling in corners and refusing to admit anything was wrong until I sat her down and shook her and demanded to know why she was acting so flaky. Then she had, bit by bit, come out and told me that she had fucked Eddie.

She had fucked him?

He had fucked her. She hadn't done a damned thing. She was absolutely filled with shame and guilt, like she'd committed some terrible sin. Well, she was the one that had gone faithfully to Sunday school and listened attentively to the crap about sex being so terrible. Like I said, she was the good girl.

She wanted to tell Mom and Dad what she'd done. I was stunned. Not only would they go crazy, but they'd probably blame me for setting the fuckin' date up! Naturally I did my best to talk her out of it. I only partially succeeded. She still seemed to think she needed to be punished for being so evil.

A week or so later, I came home and heard a strange sound coming from the bathroom of our room. I put my head against the door and listened.

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack.

I couldn't figure out what in the hell that could be. I heard a soft voice then, Nicky's voice.

"Bad girl," it said. "Bad bad bad bad girl."

I turned the knob and opened the door to see my stupid sister bent over the bathtub, bare ass all red as she slapped it with her own hand.

She was spanking herself!

"What in the hell are you doing!?" I demanded.

She screamed and stopped, whirling around and staring up at me with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?" I demanded again.

"N-Nothing," she whispered.

My retarded sister, with the one-thirty IQ.

"What do you mean nothing? Why were you slapping yourself?"

Her face was redder than her ass had been, then she dropped her eyes to the floor.

"Well?"

"I... I thought.. .I thought if I spanked myself... I thought maybe it would be... I mean, I needed to be punished and... and nobody else is punishing me... and I feel so bad and dirty..."

"You're spanking yourself?"

If it weren't so dumb, it would have been funny.

"I... tried to," she whimpered. "But I can't really. I can't really hit myself hard enough. I'm going to have to tell Mom and Dad."

"Are you insane? You can't tell them!"

"I'll tell Daddy and he'll take his belt to me," she said, standing up with a confident lick at her lips.

"He will not! You're way too old, and anyway, you dope, he only ever threatened to use his belt on us. He never did."

"Well...well, he'll spank me," she said doubtfully.

"No he won't. You're too old to get spanked, Nicky. Live with it," I snapped.

"Then... well.. then they'll punish me some other way," she gulped, sniffling as she pushed past me.

"They'll punish me too!" I cried, grabbing at her and bringing her to a stop.

"Why?"

"Because I set you up on that stupid date."

"Well, then, you should be punished," she said

"What? You stupid bitch! I'd like to take a belt to you myself!"

She blinked her eyes in surprise, then licked her lips thoughtfully. "Uhm, would you?"

"What?" I scowled.

She took a deep breath, then looked down at the floor again. "Would you spank me, Tori?"

"Spank you? Are you crazy?"

"No, I mean, take your belt and spank my ass with it?"

"No! I told you, you haven't done anything to be punished for!"

"Then I'll have to tell Mom and Dad."

Who would come down on me like a ton of bricks. They'd been treating her like an invalid, like she was half-witted or something. They'd blame me instead of her.

"All right!" I cried. "I'll punish you."

"Oh good," she sighed, smiling and looking intensely relieved.

"I... does it have to be.. .I mean, can't I punish you by, uhm, making you clean up our room, or do my homework or something?"

She shook her head.

"Okay," I sighed, shaking my head. She was weird.

She went to the closet and searched among the things there, then brought down one of her belts, a thin leather one. She gave it to me, then looked around briefly before going to the bed and crawling onto it. She lay down on her belly and kind of raised her ass.

I gazed at the belt doubtfully.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, her voice muffled since she had pressed it against the bed.

"Okay," I sighed, "but let me get another belt. This one will really hurt."

"No!" she said, pulling her head up. "I want that one. That's the one I was wearing when... when... you know."

"This one is too thin, Nicky, it'll hurt like hell," I said.

"Pain sets you free," she said.

"Not that I've ever noticed," I snorted.

She grabbed her pillow and pulled it over, then put it under her hips and lay down on her belly on her bed, raising her ass. I walked over beside her and wondered how to begin. I felt dumb, and kind of awkward. I looked at her rounded ass, unable to miss seeing the small thatch of light brown pussy hair below her perfect buttocks.

I was still a virgin, see. I mean, I'd have loved to be out fucking all the guys, but was too worried about getting a reputation. So, despite fantasising about sex all the time and jerking off constantly, I'd never had a cock up me. The most I'd done was suck a few guys off and give hand jobs.

So I kind of stared down at her pussy slit to see if it looked any different than mine. I didn't see anything. Since I wore high-cut bathing suits, I shaved my pussy hair into a tight little blonde thatch. Nicky never wore a bathing suit, so naturally had more pussy hair, but not a whole lot more.

"Toriiiiii," she whined.

"All right," I muttered.

I raised the belt and kind of swung it down. It hit her ass very lightly.

Nicky raised her head and pouted at me. "That's not the way," she said.

"Okay, okay," I scowled.

She buried her face in the pillow again and I doubled up the belt and then swung it down against her ass hard. It made a hissing sound as it cut through the air, then cut across her buttocks with a harsh noise of impact.

Nicky's body jerked and her breathing grew faster. She didn't move otherwise. I raised the belt and brought it down across her round little bottom again and again her body jerked briefly as another light red line appeared across her cheeks.

"Harder!" she cried, bunching up her sheets and pushing them against her mouth.