My step sister


Mom passed away from cancer, it was a terrible time for all of
us, especially dad. We missed her terribly,  but life goes on,
you know? So when, a couple of years later, dad announced that he
was going to marry again, my sister and I were very pleased for him.

What we hadn't expected (although I suppose we should have)
was that our new mom brought her own family. Specifically, her
daughter, Emily.

New-mom was middle-aged, about 40 I guessed, and five foot six,
and cute for someone her age. Emily was very late teens, nineteen
in fact, and six foot eight.

Yes. A full fifteen inches taller than me. And big; not just tall,
but also wide and deep. She had to duck going through doors, and
you almost felt like she would need to turn sideways to get her
shoulders through our door.  Except that if she turned sideways,
the fullness of her bosom would make it even more difficult to get
through. But she wasn't quite that large, and apart from ducking
(which she'd gotten used to by now) she could fit through a door
fairly easily.

I have a bit of a thing about big, strong girls, and Emily was the
epitome of the type. And she wasn't shy about it, either. She stood
straight and proud, and in her five inch heels, she just towered
over everyone. When she came into a room, she was preceded by her
nipples by a couple of feet, and she didn't mind showing off her
muscles, either.

The first day she arrived, she took me by the hand (it felt like
I had my hand stuck in a vice) and led me outside to where my car
was parked.  "That's my spot," she said. I disagreed. "I've always
parked there," I explained. "Things are changing around here," she
told me, and she strode up to my car, lifted the side and rolled
it onto its roof.

I was aghast. That car weighs about 3000 pounds. Even allowing for
the fact that by lifting one side, she was only (only!) lifting 1500,
and allowing for the fact this was a dead lift, not an overhead -
that was seriously impressive. And my dick agreed as it pressed
against my underpants.

"You understand?" she asked. "Yes," I mumbled. "I can't hear you,"
she said, coming dangerously close to me. "I understand," I said.
"No, I don't think you do," she said, "I'll have to explain this
more fully."

One of those big legs flashed out, she kicked me in the belly.
Suddenly, I couldn't breathe and all the pain in the world was
radiating from my abdomen. I sank to my knees, but she grabbed me
by the collar, lifted me up, she went to one knee and she dropped
me on the upright knee. More pain.

I was helpless from her kick - I felt her tearing off my trousers
and underpants, and then her hand came down against my bare arse.
I thought things couldn't get any worse, but the spanking she
delivered was both painful and humiliating. Through my tears, I
could see my sister Teddy watching from the house. Soon, everyone
would know about my indignity.

Eventually, she rolled me off her knee, and left me lying on the
grass, sobbing with agony and mortification. "Now you understand,"
she said.

As soon as she left, Teddy rushed out. "What a bully," she said. She
had a tub of cream, which she rubbed into my arse; the pain from
that was almost as bad as that from the spanking. "Keep still,"
said Teddy, "How can I tend to you if you keep wriggling?"

"What's that you're using?" I asked. "It's called Lion Balm, Emily
gave it to me for you. Its main ingredient is capsicum."

I screamed. No wonder it was hurting more. Teddy was rubbing red
hot pepper into my sore arse. "Phil, keep still. This is for your
own good.  Emily did say it would sting a bit at first, but when
the pain relief kicks in, you'll be glad of it."

I heard a voice from far above. "Is he giving you trouble, Teddy
dear?" asked Emily. "He won't keep still." "I'll hold him steady,
you rub in the Lion Balm."

I found myself upside down, gripped by Emily's powerful thighs, while
she twisted my arms into a painful hammerlock. "That's better," said
Teddy, as she continued to rub the hot pepper into my tender flesh.

Eventually, Teddy had slathered the cream onto my skin, which was
now burning hot and inflamed. Emily released me from her leg prison,
and Teddy helped me back to the house. I lay on my bed, face down.
I wasn't going to be able to sit, or even lay in any position other
than prone for a long time.

I wondered how I was going to get my car back onto four wheels,
and how to explain to my sister Teddy that capsicum was another
word for pepper, and that far from easing my pain, she's made it
ten times worse. Then I had a chilling thought - what if Teddy
already knew this, and did it anyway?

I slept a little that night, but my dreams were filled with a big
hard hand descending on my soft flesh, again and again. In the
morning I went down to breakfast. "How are you feeling," asked
Emily, with a big grin. "Terrible," I replied. I ate standing up,
even the thought of sitting down made me wince. Teddy offered to
put more Lion Balm on me, but I gracefully declined.

That was my introduction to Emily. With very little effort, she
had wrecked my car, destroyed my self-esteem and recruited my sister.

It took me weeks to recover from the punishment from Emily. But
eventually, I was able to sit down, and I was able to explain to
Teddy that capsicum wasn't a soothing factor, it was an irritant.
She was apologetic, "But Emily said it would help."



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