Spanked By Brother Novels & Stories

“That’s because it’s true.” I shook my head but before I could speak, my brother walked in and yanked her from my hand. “That’s not true and I want you to stop blaming yourself or I am going to spank you.” I laughed softly at my brother's words. “You can’t spank me! I am an adult!” My sister let out. “And I am an adulter adult!” My brother responded and just like that, they started to bicker just like old times and the room was light until my mom asked a question that sent a cold silence into the room.

“Every time you came over to see my sister, I had to pretend I didn’t want to bend you over and fuck you.” I moaned loudly, spreading my legs wider for him. “Then stop pretending. Fuck me, Jonathan. I don’t care that you’re her brother.” He pulled his fingers out and flipped me onto my stomach. He yanked my hips up and slammed his thick cock back inside me in one powerful thrust. I cried out into the pillow as he started railing me from behind, hard and deep. “Such a dirty little secret,” he groaned, spanking my ass hard. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s brother at a masquerade ball while she’s dancing downstairs.”

“How dare you say such things about your own brother–And how would you know anything about my marriage?” He scoffed– “Yes he is my brother– but I do not condone disrespect and—” “Is this what you are doing now, trying to taint my husband all black so I can fall back into your arms?” I blurted. “I never said such– But if that's the case, A man never snitches. But I guess you do see the signs– so why fight it?” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression still. “Do you really think everything revolves around your ego?”

One said grabbing me from behind, swinging me around and slapping me so hard that I fell to the ground with a thump, I could taste blood in my mouth as my ears started ringing but I kept my head down, if I looked up now they would see what I was and they would surely kill me. “She’s mine,” Groban said in a deep threatening voice, pulling at the rope forcing me up onto my knees. “What!?” One of the other brothers said amused. Pulling my hands up he looked at my palms, “Well, well little brother, you’ve marked it, taking yourself a plaything. Little Groban’s growing up, at last,” He laughed as he tossed my hands down. My long strands of hair hung over my eyes, I peeped through them up at Groba

I held my breath waiting for the blow, knowing that there was nothing I could do but take it, the same as always. My brother jumped from his chair and threw himself at me, wrapping his arms around me tightly, covering me. His was back to our father as he protected me. “Get the hell off of her, Jake! She needs to learn to be more careful!” my father shouted, grabbing hold of Jake by his clothes and throwing him to the floor. He slapped me across the face, sending me to the floor, then he turned to Jake and kicked him in the leg, making him moan. “You don’t ever get in my way again, you little shit!” he shouted at Jake, while he was curled into a ball on the floor.

“Wow! I'm really not used to this whole sharing thing! I like it!” “Get on the bed!” he yelled. “Get on the bed! Come on! Do it!” I immediately obeyed him. I loved it when my stepbrother bossed me around. Hopefully, he would be willing to boss me around more often. Jace pushed my head down against the bed. Then he pulled up my miniskirt, exposing my ass and pussy. “You have been a very naughty girl!” he declared. “So now I must discipline you!” Jace grabbed his belt, raised it up, and began to spank both of my cheeks. I screamed as he struck my ass with his belt.

He spanked me again and again and again, each slap sending a fresh wave of heat through my body, making me clench around him even tighter. "Every time I spank you, you get even more tighter," he said, landing another stinging slap on my ass. "This pussy loves being punished. You love getting fucked up and spanked by your stepbrother while you still pretend to hate it." "I hate you," I moaned, the denial tumbling from my lips even as my hips pushed back for better thrusting, seeking the friction.

I didn’t want to admit it, to them or even myself, but I’m falling in love with the brothers. I’m falling in love…with my bosses. But now the question is, do they love me? Or am I just someone they want to fuck? After a few spankings, Dustin soon caught on that I was getting turned on and looked to his brothers for guidance. “I wish we were at our place, at least I’d have more that I could use on you, you sexy little brat.” “You could always drive her to the edge and deny her release.” Brandon suggested; Anthony chuckled,

She shrieked and gasped and panted, wiggling around in my lap as I spanked her bottom mercilessly. It wasn't turning me on. Well, not at first. I was just furious with her and felt like I was punishing her and letting out all that frustration and rage that had built up inside me for the past ten years or so. I'd never spanked a woman before, and hadn't even thought about the fact that some people did this for pleasure. I never would have spanked my unspeakable bitch of a sister if I thought it would turn her on.

He scoffed at him. Sixteen-year-old Drake was visibly outraged at his brother's resentful words. His hands clenched into a fist as he reared back and pummeled blows on his brother's chest who was about four inches taller than him. In a swift motion, his brother grabbed his hands and shoved him to the bed. He landed on his back. "Get over her! She never liked you in the first place and never will. Even if you try to play the hero all the damn time!" He said as he howled in laughter.