Melissa's second ballbusting, day one
G-power    g_power2000@hotmail.com
Melissa realizes a lifelong dream by punishing her brother

After demolishing the man on the bus (see "Melissa's first ballbusting") 
Melissa rode home in glorious victory. Everyone on the bus was dazzled at 
the way the 13 year old girl had taken control of the situation, severely 
beating up the man that they had all been afraid of. He was left lying on 
the desolated street, his head wedged in a sewer opening, unable to get 
free. She smoked a cigarette on the front of the bus, totally against the 
law but with the approval of the grateful passengers, and the driver, who 
backed down after initially telling Melissa not to smoke.
Melissa enjoyed the feeling of being in control, and was surprised at how 
easy she was able to seize it. She had destroyed a man twice her age and a 
foot taller than her, and she had in effect taken control of the bus from 
the 50-something bus driver. She was so giddy with her new power and the 
respect that she saw in the eyes of her elders that she briefly considered 
ordering the driver to detour the bus for a few blocks so that he could drop 
her off right in front of her house. She giggled. Maybe some day she would 
do that, but not today. Still, Melissa couldn't resist one more gratuitous 
show of power. As she left the bus she held the lit cigarette butt out to 
the driver. "Dispose of this for me, boy!" she purred in a voice both 
girlish and imperious at the same time. Sheepishly, the driver held out his 
hand and Melissa dropped the butt in it. He winced in pain as the hot coal 
stung his palm. He angrily threw the butt out the window, then looked at 
Melissa. He couldn't believe that such an innocent looking girl, with a 
sweet smile on her freckled face could be capable of the brutality that she 
had displayed, but he had seen it with his own eyes. For her part, Melissa 
enjoyed the look of hurt on the driver's face when she insulted him. She had 
no respect for him because he couldn't handle the man and was happy that he 
knew it. Besides, Melissa loved the idea of ordering around a man who was 
old enough to be her grandfather, calling him "boy". And now she discovered, 
almost by accident, that she enjoyed humiliating the driver as much as she 
enjoyed beating up the other man earlier. Melissa's blue eyes sparkled and 
her long reddish-brown hair bounced as she stepped lightly off of the bus.
  Taking control seemed to be so easy and natural for Melissa. She was ready 
for some more action. For years, she had been terrorized by her brother 
John, 4 years her senior, now 17 years old. John had picked on her for as 
long as she could remember, and now that her bust was developing he had 
taken to pinching her nipples painfully along with all of his other usual 
harassments. Recently, she had been considering kicking her big brother in 
the balls the next time he started up with her. But now, brimming with 
confidence and victory over the man in the bus, she couldn't wait any 
longer. She decided that at the earliest possible moment when their parents 
weren't around, if he didn't start up with her, she would pick a fight with 
him and overwhelm him with her newfound girlpower.
  When she got home, Melissa got some great news. Her parents were going 
away the next day, Friday, for the weekend. John grinned smugly at Melissa. 
He was always at his most brutal on the weekends when they were alone, and 
he figured that it would be no different this time. Melissa put on a 
frightened expression for John's consumption, but her heart was racing. 
Tomorrow would be the day when she would take revenge against her big 
brother, and she couldn't wait.
The more Melissa thought about the situation, the more confident she became. 
Considering how easily she had beat up the man on the bus, beating up John 
should be a snap. The man on the bus was bigger and stronger than John, and 
he looked like he was more of a fighter. John, being four years older than 
Melissa, was taller than her, but he seemed to have stopped growing, and she 
was catching up a little! He was skinny and not athletic at all, though he 
liked to watch sports on television. So he took out his frustration by 
bullying his little sister all these years. Melissa cursed herself for not 
standing up to John earlier, but everything was about to change now.
On Friday afternoon Melissa stayed away until she knew that her parents had 
left. She was taking a chance that John might have gone out for the evening, 
but she chuckled as she saw her brother's car in the driveway. He had just 
gotten his license and Dad got him a used car, but her wimp of a bigh 
brother was home on a Friday night, probably preferring to harass his little 
sister instad of going out with a girl his own age.
  Melissa quietly opened the front door and heard the sound of the 
television in John's bedroom. Since he wasn't aware that she was home, she 
decided to take the offensive. She tiptoed to his bedroom door. She wanted 
to throw him off balance, psyche him out, knowing that it would make her 
physical assault on him more effective. She put a cigarette between her 
lips, fluffed her long hair, took a deep breath and flung open John's 
bedroom door. She chuckled. Her lazy big brother was lying on his bed, 
watching a basketball game.
  John was startled. He absolutely forbade Melissa from entering his room 
without knocking and receiving prrmission. Even more startling was the 
cigarette in her mouth. He had never seen his sister smoke before. He froze, 
not reacting for several seconds. Melissa clicked a lighter and lit her 
cigarette as she purposefully strode toward him. "I need more cigarettes, 
Johnny Boy!" she purred. "Make yourself useful and drive me to the store to 
get another pack!"
  John couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. Aside from 
everything else, he hated beeing called "Johnny" and Melissa knew it. And 
she had called him "Boy"! His kid sister! He swung himself up into a sitting 
position. "G-Get the fuck out of here, you little-"
  John's sputtering was cut short when Melissa suddenly blew a cloud of 
smoke in his face. As he coughed, her left hand balled into a fist. She 
swung back and brought it forward in a vicious underhanded blast to his 
nose. He fell backward, blood splattering from his nose onto his face and 
clothing. Before he reacted, she jumped onto the bed, her knee landing on 
John's genitals.
John moaned in pain and surprise, not knowing exactly what had happened. But 
the pain in his balls caused him to cry out in pain. Melissa brought her 
forearm and slammed it back down into John's throat, and suddenly his cries 
became more violent, but also more quiet gags. His hands flew up to his 
choking throat, leaving an irresistable opportunity for Melissa to drive her 
knee back down into her big brother's balls. he cried out again, and 
received a punch in the face, bloodying his lips.
  Overwhelmed by his sister's attack, John wasn't able to think. 
Instinctively he curled into a fetal position on the bed, trying to protect 
his balls as well as the rest of his body. But Melissa was relentless. She 
jumped on the bed and her feet landed on his shins, causing him to cry out 
in pain and straighten his body. She jumped back down, her knees slamming 
into his belly. His mouth gasped open liked a beached whale as the air 
escaped from his lungs. Melissa took the opportunity to drop her lit 
cigarette butt into his mouth. His mind and body were in such turmail that 
the butt slid down his throat, leaving a trail of coals before it 
extinguished. Melissa laughed in delight at the comic sight of her brother 
gagging, smoke pouring out of his mouth even as he unintentionally swallowed 
the butt.
  Melissa was thrilled at what she had just done to her brother. It was a 
lifelong dream that had come true. She now realized that she could and shoud 
have done this years ago, but now she would make up for lost time. 
Instinctively, she knew that she would have to keep up the intensity level 
so that John would remain off-balance. Her goal was to break him to the 
point where he finally would have no more fight left in him, where he would 
no longer question his little sister's authority over him and unhesitatingly 
obey her most humiliating and degrading orders. Only then would she let up 
on him, though she would never let up entirely.
  Positioning herself seated on the bed behind her brother, Melssa grabbed 
his pinky fingers in her fists and pulled his arms up behind him, while 
snaking her strong legs around his skinny body. "Now like I said, Brother 
Boy, we're going for a ride to the store! In fact, just to teach you a 
lesson, you will by my cigarettes for me!"
  "N-No f-fucking way!" stammered John, whose objections were cut short when 
Melissa swiftly and viciously drove the heel of her sneakered foot into his 
already sore balls. She felt his body turn to jelly as he moaned like a 
baby.
  Melissa kept her grip on John's fingers and her legs scissored his sides 
as she ordered him to get to his feet while she remained astride him. "Now 
first you'll give me a ride on your back to the car, and then you'll give me 
a ride to the store! Get going, Brother Boy!" Melissa knew how degrading 
John must have felt, his little sister calling him "Brother Boy" and able to 
make him do whatever she wanted. Anger flared up in her eyes but Melissa 
banged her crossed ankles into his balls. John lurched forward, steadied 
himself, and realizing that his sister could hurt him at will, carried her 
to his car. She sat beside him, constantly waving a fist at him, her eyes on 
his crotch. He drove to the store. She walked in with him, grinning in 
delight as he paid for the cigarettes. Once they were outside, Melissa 
turned her palm up, and John sheepishly put the pack in it. She made him 
light a cigarette for her and he miserably drove home as Melissa reveled in 
her new power.
  If John had thought that Melissa would go easier on him once he started 
obeying her orders, he was sadly mistaken. When they got home, Melissa 
ordered him to go to bed. "But it's not even 7:00 yet!" he complained. And I 
haven't even had dinner yet!" Melissa loved the helpless look on John's 
face. Beating him up was bad enough, but now his little sister was sending 
him to bed early without dinner! He was bewildered at the thought that she 
was capable of enforcing her juvenile, mischievous whim over him with such 
ease! "Please, Melissa, I'm hungry!" he trembled in a voice that made him 
ashamed.
  Melissa smiled menacingly at John. In his whole life he had never seen 
such a predatory look in her eyes. He was used to seeing fear there. But now 
it was Big Brother who was afraid. She glided over to him as gracefully as 
if she wre floating on air, thrilling at the still new feeling of power over 
her former tormentor. As she approached him she swung her leg back. 
Instinctively, John covered his balls with her hands. But that wasn't 
Melissa's target anyway. Her leg swung up and her foot thudded into his 
belly. John let out an agonized moan as he dropped to the floor. Melissa 
kicked him onto his back and stomped hard on his stomach. "That ought to 
take care of your hunger for the rest of the night, Brother Boy!" murmured 
Melissa. "Now you have five minutes to wash up and then it's bedtime!"
John looked up from the floor at his sister, his eyes glazed and frightened. 
She had dreamed for years of rendering him into this position and could 
barely believe that it was actually happening.Slowly John stood up and 
without a word trudged to the bathroom. "Remember, big brother, five 
minutes, aafter that I'm coming after you! Now move it!" Anger flared up in 
John's eyes but he quickly put his head back down and went into the shower. 
Melissa was giddy with her new power, giggling as she heard him shower 
quickly. He was obeying her five minute limit because he was afraid of her!
  When John returned to his bedroom, towel around his waist, he found 
Melissa there, smoking a cigarette. "Okay, into bed, Big Brother!" she 
chirped. John turned away from her and slipped on his pajamas. His mind was 
in turmoil. He figured that he would come up with a counterattack the next 
day, but for now he knew that he had no choice but to go to bed. Once John 
got into bed, Melissa stepped to the bed, put her cigarette in her mouth and 
tighty tucked him in. "Now I don't want to hear another peep from you 
tonight, Johnnie!" she snapped, cigarette dangling from her lips, as she 
turned out the light and firmly shut the door on her way out.
John couldn't believe what had happened. First Melissa  had beaten him up 
and then she had put him to bed like a little baby! As he was feeling sorry 
for himself, music blared from the living room, making John even more 
miserable. His kid sister was enjoying herself while he was confined to his 
dark room.
Melissa's residual cigarette smoke hung in the air, a humiliating symbolic 
reminder of the role reversal that had taken place between the newly 
empowered girl and her suddenly subjugated older brother. Bitterly, John 
realized that in effect, his little sister was babysitting him! The only 
difference was that Melissa had more power over him than any babysitter ever 
had when he was little. She was more overbearing than their parents were. 
They were somewhat strict, but Melissa had been positively brutal! He 
started to cry in self-pity. He decided that he would have to do something 
the next day to put his sister's torment of him to an end.
  As a miserable and despairing as John was, his sister's mood couldn't have 
been more opposite. Adrenalin flowed through her body as she basked in her 
victory, thinking about her plans for the following day. She realized that 
her brother was in shock toight but would probably try to get even with her 
tomorrow, because he wouldn't be able to stand the idea of continuing his 
subservience to his kid sister. Melissa smiled at the thought. She was ready 
for anything that he would try, and she would have fun playing with him. She 
would give him his opportunities, but she was confident that she would beat 
him back down every time. She had proven to herself that she could hurt John 
anytime she wanted and that he was unable to stop her. Yes, she decided. She 
would play with him all day long, wearing his mind and body down until they 
were both completely broken.
  Melissa couldn't wait for the morning.....
To Be Continued