Patsy’s parents won’t let her go on her school trip unless she can improve her grades. She asks her genius brother for help.
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This is going to be a story in three parts.
This part is the set-up, so there’s plenty of teenage naughtiness, but no shagging yet – I’m saving that for Part 3.
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Story:
“Well let me take a look at your school book then.
Bloody hell, you’ve never got anything better than a D grade!”
“Yes, I know and that’s why I need your help.
Mum says I can’t go on the Paris trip unless I get C’s or better next term.
I really want to go and you’re great at languages!
Won’t you help me.
Please!!”
I was 16 and my little sister needed my help.
What she didn’t know was that I needed hers too!
It was all my teachers’ fault really.
Ever since primary school I’d been “clever”, “special”, “gifted”, top of the class in every subject except sports, art and music and I didn’t care about them.
I was lucky to have an excellent brain for academic subjects and I loved being the smartest guy in the room. My teachers were always lavishing me with praise and my parents were so proud of me.
Naturally, my classes became more demanding as I got older, but I was determined to maintain my position as the apex student and I dedicated myself to my studies.
I spent every evening striving for top marks in my homework assignments and visited the library or the museum, every weekend, seeking knowledge beyond the regular curriculum.
Studying became my hobby.
There was little time for anything else.
And there was certainly no time for girls!
Whilst I didn’t dislike the opposite sex, I considered them to be an unnecessary distraction.
I was on track to become the first member of my family ever to go to university and I couldn’t allow a pretty face to deflect me from that mission.
There was no need to rush.
I was confident that, once I got to uni, I would meet the beautiful, intelligent, perfect young lady with whom I was destined to spend my life, in blissful harmony.
However, as I approached the gates of academia there was one aspect of this plan that began to worry me.
What would I do when I found my perfect girl.
I had no idea how to talk to her and even less of clue as how to woo her and when it came to sex… well?
Whilst I was undoubtedly the cleverest student in my class, I was beginning to suspect that I was probably also the last remaining virgin.
Everyone else seemed to be “at it” and I hadn’t even kissed a girl.
I was going to look really stupid at university if I took my dream girl to bed only for her to realise that I didn’t know how to satisfy her.
It was clearly an important gap in my knowledge and book research wasn’t going to be enough.
I needed to practice.
And I needed someone to practice with.
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My sister, Patsy and I were fairly close in age – I was only two years older than her, and we got on fairly well, but we didn’t spend much time together.
I had my friends – a small collection of studious classmates from my all boys’ school.
And Patsy had hers – noisy, giggly girls that got together at school, dance class, the local neighbourhood and God knows where else.
Our personalities were quite different, she wasn’t like me at all.
She was chatty and sociable and interested in fashion and pop music. She wasn’t stupid by any means, but no one would ever describe her as academic.
And that was why she needed her big brother’s help.
She desperately wanted to go the school trip to Paris, but our mother had told her that she couldn’t unless she got C grades or better in her French lessons.
It was a huge ask.
Patsy had never got anything better than a D and regularly received E’s.
But I liked a challenge and maybe I could help her… and get her to help me in return.
So…
“Okay Patsy.
You know I’m not a tutor, but you’re asking me to perform a miracle and somehow help you to get kind of the grades that no trained, professional teacher has been ever able to achieve.”
“Yes,” she nodded, failing to notice my sarcasm, “You’re so clever that I just know you’ll be able to help me and I know it’ll be a lot of extra work for you but I promise to put the effort in too.
I’ll really try!” she pleaded.
“You see, there’s never been any point in learning French until now, but I’d love to go to Paris – they say it’s the fashion capital of the world and it’s sooo romantic. So I really will try my hardest and I’ll be ever so grateful.”
She gave me an affectionate hug, trying to “butter me up”
“You’re right.”
I shrugged her off.
“It will be a lot of work.
For me, as well as you.
So what will I get in return?”
“Well… I’ve been thinking about it and you know I that can’t pay you cash. I don’t get enough pocket money, but I thought I could do all your chores until the end of term.”
That made me laugh.
“You don’t even manage to do all your own chores! There’s no way you’ll find time to do mine as well.”
“Oh.
Well why don’t I promise to clean your room for you. You know dusting, vacuuming, making your bed…”
“… and looking through all my stuff!” I completed her sentence. “No thanks.”
“No?” Patsy was disappointed.
“How can I pay you then? There must be something.”
Of course there was something, but I wasn’t sure I dared ask for it.
I paused for a moment before “testing the water.”
“Do you know what a blow job is?”.
“Erm,” I had taken her by surprise, “I think so. It is when a girl kisses a boy on his cock or something like that…
Oh… shit is that what you want?
You pervert!”
I ignored her insult.
“Yeah.
If I can help you get the grades you need then I want you to agree to give me a blow job.”
“No way…”
“Okay, but just think about it,” I told her calmly.
“It’ll only take a few minutes of your time and it won’t cost you a penny.
It’s a good deal and you might even like it – most girls do (I didn’t know whether that was true or not, but it sounded convincing).
Anyway, have a look in your your girls’ magazines, I’m sure they will tell you all about it.”
I turned to leave.
“Okay.
Are you sure you don’t want me to do your chores?” she called after me.
I shook my head.
“Just think about it and text me when you’ve made your mind up.
I hear Paris is lovely in June.”
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I had to wait two days for my sister’s reply.
“Why didnt you tell me it wasnt just about kissing cocks? she asked.
“I wanted you to find out for yourself.” I replied.
“Well it’s gross
Pervert!”
“And your grades are crap!
It’s gonna take me hours to even get you a C so if you want my help its going to cost.
That’s my price.
Take it or leave it.
I dont care whether you go to France or not.”
I laid down my ultimatum and awaited Patsy’s decision.
She took a few minutes to think about it then told me “Okay, I’ll do it, but don’t expect me to swallow.”
It was good enough for me, but I made her send me a text to confirm our agreement.
I wanted the terms of our deal to be clear in case she tried to wriggle out it when it was time to pay up.
It was all pretty straightforward really.
I’d help her with her French homework.
If she only got a D or E grade then I wouldn’t get anything by way of payment, but every time she achieved a C or better then she would give me a blowjob.
I jokingly asked if I’d get an extra reward if I got her an A?
She surprised me by taking my question seriously and telling me that there was “no chance of that happening” but if it did then I could ask for a small bonus – but it couldn’t be anything costing more than £5.
She wasn’t made of money!
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I arranged Patsy’s first lesson for a few days later.
We held it in her bedroom, with the curtains drawn and all her devices and music turned off so that she could concentrate without any distractions.
She had to wear her school uniform too, to remind her to take it all seriousamly.
And, in fairness, she did try her best, but it was hard work for both of us.
She was no linguist and I was only a novice tutor.
Nevertheless we did make some progress and she was able to grasp some new vocabulary and verb forms and even sort out most of her “le’s” from her “la’s”, but there was just too much work for us to cover in one lesson.
Patsy wasn’t capable of studying all night, so I eventually took pity on her and gave her the rest of the answers to copy down in her own handwriting.
Inevitably we would have to wait for a couple of days to discover her grade, but I was confident that it would be a C at the very least, although I had made sure that we’d included some mistakes, because sudden leap from an E to an A+ would be sure to raise suspicions.
However, when the grade did come through it was a total surprise.
Patsy messaged me with a picture of her school book and “sad face emoji”.
She’d been awarded an E, alongside a “Must do better!” comment from her teacher.
I couldn’t believe it!
Something was wrong and I was determined to get to the bottom of it!
I marched indignantly into my sister’s bedroom, as soon as I got home and grabbed her school bag.
“What are you doing?” she shouted.
“Get out of my room!”
“Let me see you’re homework,” I demanded, “there’s no way you should have got an E, that teacher doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
I rummaged through the bag without waiting for permission and found what I was looking for.
“Ah… that’s it!”
I had my answer…
Correction fluid.
Commonly known as Tippex.
A thin white paint that students used to mask errors in their work. It just took a few seconds to dry and then you could write the correct answer on top of it.
However, that wasn’t how Patsy had used it.
“Oh no!”
She had painted out the curved lines of a “B” grade to transform it into an “E” and then amended her teacher’s comment from a congratulatory “Much better!” to a critical “Must do better!”.
It was a clever trick and I was secretly impressed by her cunning, but I wasn’t going to let her get away with it.
We had a deal, after all.
“What the hell do you think you’re playing at?
Do you think I’m stupid?
I spent all night helping you with that homework!
You got a B for God’s sake!
A “B”!
You’ve never had one of those before and that’s how you repay me!”
“I’m sorry I…”
“I’m not interested in your excuses.
We made a deal and you lied to get out of it, that’s all there is to it.
We’re through!”
I turned to leave.
“No, please don’t be like that – I said I’m sorry.”
I softened a little, “It’s just so ungrateful and you know what dad always says about lying?”
“He says it’s the worse thing we can do.”
“That’s right, he hates it.
Do you remember what he did when you broke Nan’s vase, last month.”
“He smacked my bum.” Patsy looked down at the floor in embarrassment.
“That’s right, but it wasn’t because you’d dropped it, was it?”
“No, because he knew that was just an accident and it wasn’t my fault.”
“So why did he spank you, Patsy?”
“Because, I lied about it and he said I’d done that on purpose and it that was really bad and he needed to teach me a lesson.”
“Well it didn’t work did it, because you’ve deliberately lied to me too, so I suppose I’ll just have to try to teach you the same lesson all over again.”
“Erm no, but…”
“It’s too late for excuses, young lady, get over my knee!”
I’d never scolded my sister like that before and I had no idea how she’d respond, but she did as she was told and lay herself across my lap.
I felt my cock throb with excitement.
It was the first vaguely sexual thing that I had ever done with a girl.
I couldn’t wait to get started but I wasn’t at all sure what I should do next.
I decided to try to play it cool, even though I’d be making it up as I went along.
“Well girl…” I croaked – I was suddenly so nervous that I could barely speak.
I cleared my throat and started again, annunciating with all the authority I could muster.
“Well girl. I think we’d better get this skirt out of way.”
Patsy was still in her school uniform and she lay still and silent as I grasped the hem of her tartan skirt and pulled it over her buttocks, beyond her waist and as far up her back as I was able.
She had a nicely rounded bum for her age and I thought it looked “oh so sexy” even though it was covered by her ultra modest regulation school knickers.
I lay my hand upon the seat of her panties and drummed my fingers thoughtfully.
“Let’s see.
Lying and deception…
How many smacks should a 14 year old girl, who’s old enough to know better, get for that?
Erm, yes I think twenty should do the trick.” I answered my own question.
“Twenty?!
Dad never gives me that many.”
“Well maybe that’s why you still haven’t learned your lesson.” I reasoned.
“Anyway, those knickers are so thick, you’ll have so much padding that you’ll hardly feel them.
It would have only been fifteen spanks if you weren’t wearing them.”
“Okay, but fifteen would still be too many. Couldn’t you just pull them down and give me ten please?”
This was an interesting turn of events, whilst I’d fully expected my sister to try to negotiate a lighter sentence, I’d never anticipated that she would be so ready to agree to the loss of her knickers.
This was going to be more fun than I’d thought.
“Twelve,” I declared, “and that’s my final offer… on the bare bum,” I added, just to be perfectly clear.
“Okay.”
She sighed with resignation.
I waited for her to lower her underwear, but she simply raised her hips, lifting her bottom off my lap, making it easier for me to pull her knickers down.
She was quite right, off course.
I was the man, it was my job and my privilege.
I was in charge.
And she deserved to be chastised.
I had every right to strip her of her knickers.
I just hoped that I could do it without cumming in my pants – I was so excited.
Fortunately, I managed to control my urges.
I unveiled her backside.
It was beautiful.
And naked.
And awaiting my touch.
I told her that I would have to “warm her up first”. The embarrassing croak had returned to my voice but I was still in command.
I stroked and caressed her curves, carefully committing every crease and contour to my memory.
Her flesh was soft and smooth and pliant and Patsy was letting me touch it without complaint.
It was a completely new experience – the first “baby step” in my journey of sexual discovery, but at least I had finally started upon that journey and my next step would only be seconds away.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready.” My bare bottomed little sister confirmed.
Her punishment commenced.
I didn’t spank hard, but Patsy squealed or “ouched” at every impact of my hand.
I made sure that each blow carried a little more force than the previous one and I took pleasure in my sister’s reactions.
Her squeals grew louder.
Her bottom got redder.
Her flesh became warmer.
She started to squirm.
I held her in place – taking the opportunity to get a crafty grope.
Then I spanked some more.
Making her buttocks bounce.
And legs slide apart.
Giving a glimpse of her most precious treasure.
The view was delightful and enticing, a potential portent of pleasures that may be mine in the future, but (as an academic) I was aware that this encounter was about more than just Patsy’s physical reaction.
Her psychological response was even more satisfying.
My sister had accepted my authority.
She had submitted to my discipline.
Laid herself over my knee.
Suffered the childish indignity of having skirt pulled up and her knickers pulled down until her bottom was bared.
And then she had accepted my intimate caresses, without complaint before allowing me to spank and ogle her naked flesh.
She was becoming conditioned to submitting herself to my desires and who knew how far I might be able to make take her.
I decided not to push her too hard yet though so, with her spanking completed, I removed my hand from her heated flesh, and just asked for one small, final act of supplication.
“Well, was that enough to teach you your lesson this time? I asked.
“Oh yes. Definitely. I promise I won’t ever tell lies to anyone ever again.” she answered like a little girl.
“I should think so too.” I replied patronisingly.
I turned to leave, as I needed to go to the bathroom for a good wank and deal with the massive erection that Patsy had inspired, but there was still one more thing that I had to say before I left.
“By the way, you do know that you still need to pay me for for that B grade and I won’t be giving you any more help with your homework until you do?”
“I know,” she replied, before adding her usual insult, “Pervert!”
I smiled, there was still a hint of defiance about her and I looked forward to breaking it…
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I didn’t speak with my sister again that evening. I spent most of it in my room – busy with my homework, as usual.
We did cross paths, once, when I popped down to the kitchen for a snack, but I felt too awkward to say anything and Patsy just “gave me the side eye”.
I could hardly blame her.
I went to bed thinking that I’d probably be getting “evils” from her for days.
So I was surprised when she sent me a text message.
“Okay Pervert.
Your room 10pm Friday
Make sure it’s clean!”.
I guessed that she was ready to pay me what she owed me, after all.
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Friday night was a good choice. It was the end of the working week and our parents always liked to celebrate it by going out for a drink. They never came home before the pubs closed.
They were confident that we were old enough to look after ourselves and we had never taken advantage of their trust.
Well, not until now…
I made a point of taking a shower at 9pm, throughly washing myself clean, as instructed, before returning to my room and preparing for my sister’s arrival.
She tapped tentatively at my door at 10 o’clock on the dot
She found me sitting on the side of my bed, waiting for her, in nothing more than my pyjama bottoms.
She gulped, she had never seen me bare chested before and the reality of the situation became undeniable.
“So we’re really going to do this then?” she asked forlornly with little expectation of a reprieve.
“That is what we agreed,” I replied flatly.
My sister took a breath and glanced at the towel l had laid out beneath my feet.
“Do I have to kneel down in front of you?”
“It is the customary position.” I tried to sound detached and matter of fact, like an expert in field despite my total lack of experience.
Patsy stepped forward as instructed, but I halted her progress.
“You’ll have to take your nightie off first.”
“What?
I’m only going to suck it you know?”
“Yes, but it’s your first time and you’ve told me you don’t want to swallow so my stuff’s got to go somewhere.
You don’t want to get it all over your clothes, do you?”
“Erm, no but…”
“How are you going to explain spunk stains to mum on laundry day?”
She knew I was right. Her fussy, childish nightgown with its frills and lace, covered everything from her neck to her knees. There was no way that it could survive our session unsullied.
“Yes but,” she continued in whisper, “I’m not wearing a bra.”
“Good, because that would just get dirty too.
Once I start squirting my spunk could go anywhere.”
“Shit…”
She turned her back, sighing in defeat and (once again) telling me that I was a “pervert” as she pulled her nightie over her head and dropped in to the floor.
She stared at the floor in embarrassment when she finally knelt before me, carefully crossing her arms across her chest in an attempt to maintain her modesty.
But I hadn’t finished.
I was going to push her a little further.
“And the knickers…” I requested gently.
“No! That wasn’t part of the deal!”
“Why not?
You’re going to see me naked, so it’s only fair and it’s not like you haven’t seen your bum before, is it? You weren’t wearing any knickers when I spanked you.”
“Yes but… well it’s not just my bum…” Patsy pleaded, shyly.
“Look, I’m not going to see much when you’re kneeling down am I?” I argued, “and even if I do, that’s just going to make my cock harder, so the whole thing will be over even more quickly.”
My sister did want to get it over with quickly and she could see that she wasn’t going to win the argument, so she lowered one hand from her chest to her waist and began up work her panties down whilst still trying not to flash her pussy or uncover her tits.
A gentleman would have looked away, but this was the greatest show of my life and I would have been a fool not to enjoy it.
It was a massive turn on, even though Patsy did seem to be particularly adept at keeping herself covered up. It’s a skill that so many women seem to have learned (maybe they take special lessons at school), but I put it to a further test when I told her to pull down my pyjamas.
That was a two handed job and it allowed me my first uninhibited look at her tits – actually it was my first look at any real life tits, at all.
They were big and bouncy and beautiful, which was quite appropriate because my regular checks of the wash basket had confirmed that her bras were a size B.
I couldn’t stop staring, but Patsy didn’t notice.
She was far too busy staring at the first cock that she had ever seen.
Fully engorged.
As long and fat and hard as it had ever been.
Primed and ready for sex.
It was pointing up at the ceiling and my sister wasn’t sure how she would get it into her mouth, until I told her to take hold and pull it down towards her lips.
Her soft, delicate little fingers felt so sensuous around my length.
I had to steel myself to retain my self control and I was sure that the touch of her lips was going to feel even better.
But then she froze.
She looked at my dick like a child looking at a spoonful of foul tasting medicine.
“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I know how to…”
I couldn’t let her give up now!
“Don’t worry you just need to suck on it… it’s easy, you’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, I know what to do.
I just, er, I don’t think I’ll be able to do it.
I don’t think I’ll get it all in.”
That made my ego swell almost as much as my cock and, of course, I was ready to assist her with my “expert” advice.
“Just lick your lips.
That’s right.
Get them nice and wet.
Good girl…
Now have a big yawn.
Open your mouth as wide as you can.
Yes, that’s it.
Now close it around my cock.
Mind your teeth!” I added quickly.
“Lovely…
You don’t need to take the full length.
Just take as much as you can.
Perfect…”
And it was just that.
Perfect.
Her soft lips, gripped me tenderly, just beyond the ridge.
Her teasing tongue tantalised the sensitive underside.
And the hot moisture of her mouth surrounded my member with the finest luxury that I could possibly imagine.
I looked down to see my dick disappearing into a girl for the first time.
I was doing it.
I was actually doing it.
I was having sex.
Well oral sex, but that was a type of sex and I was counting it!
Patsy was playing her part.
Concentrating on completing her task and making me cum.
Her eyes were closed, her muscles tight and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked with all her might.
She didn’t have to try too hard.
I found the whole experience overwhelming.
The stripping.
The kneeling.
The touching.
Her tits.
Her mouth.
Her tongue.
Her suck.
So many first times.
So much obedience.
So much sexiness.
It was more than I could take.
I struggled manfully as my loins tensed and twisted within me, but ultimately my balls tightened and my toes curled as I spasmed and convulsed in climax.
So absorbed in the awe of the moment that I forgot to issue a warning.
My cumshot blasted against the back of my sister’s throat and she instinctively recoiled in shock.
My cock bounced free, but a continued to come, uncontrollably hosing her face, her neck and her chest with my cream.
She coughed and spluttered and she had tears in her eyes when she looked down at the milky mess oozing it way down her torso.
“Bloody hell!
It’s a good job you made me take that nighty off.”
I couldn’t agree more.
I’d never seen a woman like that before — not even in pictures
She looked so wanton, so sexy, so owned!
“What do I do with all this now?” she ran her fingers through the dirty drizzle. “I wasn’t expecting this much.”
Neither was I.
“Well you could just lick it up.”
She experimentally licked a little off her chin. She didn’t seem to be repulsed by the taste and used her fingers to scoop a dollop off her cheek and suck it off in an unintentionally seductive manner.
“Or,” I had another suggestion, “You could rub it into your skin. I’m told that some girls think it’s good for them.”
I massaged a rope into the upper slope of her left tit, taking the opportunity to discover the delights of touching a boob for the first time.
I’m not sure whether Patsy noticed my crude caress, but if she did she chose not to complain.
Maybe she liked it.
I’d definitely want to do it again next time, but my mission for this evening was complete.
Patsy had fulfilled her part of our deal and hopefully she’d be prepared to give me a repeat performance some time soon.
I needn’t have worried.
“Was that okay?” she asked, anxious that she may have failed in some way.
I nodded, “Yes Patsy, very good, very good indeed.”
“Good,” she giggled. “I was worried that I might make a fool of myself and let you down.”
“Not at all,” I smiled and planted a brotherly kiss on her cheek, trying not to get a taste of my own cum.
“Thanks.
Does that mean you’ll help me with my homework again on Monday.”
“Of course I will, we have a deal, don’t we?”
She smiled andcleft my room without putting her clothes on. I guess her skin was too sticky and she had decided that she no longer had anything to hide.
It was going to be an interesting term…
Part 2 coming soon.
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