It seems I must decide. However, everything has already been done, and there can be only one way out. I can not say that I do not like it. At first there was some resistance, but I overcame it without much difficulty. This needs to be done. And now I will go to the bedroom and fulfill what I have long been planning to do. It remains only to tell how it came to this. And then - all:

In general, Alik is seventeen years old. I am five years older than him. Our parents do not live apart, but not so friendly. The father then goes to his girlfriend, then as if nothing had happened - at home. The mother got used to this situation: he is not bad in his own way, earns well, gives all the money to the house, treats us very well, and loves his wife: And the other woman does not happen to anyone. And there is always hope that - quit, come back for good. Mother at least hopes. Work and personal problems completely absorbed her in the past three years. And this is not bad - no reason to disturb wounds. But mother began to pay less attention to us. To me - what: I study and work, I rarely appear at home. But Alik: He finished the school quite well, he was notable for considerable humanitarian talents, there were no problems about the university either. But I increasingly began to notice his indifference, even hostility. Not to someone specifically, but to the whole world. He became sharp, irritable, cruel for no reason. And I loved my brother and from childhood I treated him patronizingly. I did not share this problem with my mother - she could hardly help. But there was no way out: after all, the situation in the family seemed unchanged.

After school, I had a couple of novels. Nothing serious - fellow students and friends from the cafe, where I worked a little. One of them, Valera, even led to our home. It was then that I first encountered Alik’s hostility, who was rude to the table. Valera left in bewilderment, I was so upset that I cried in my room until late at night. And then she decided to punish Alik so that she would realize her guilt.

Mother went to work in the morning, and I had a day off. I locked the door to Alik’s room outside. And she began to wait. He woke up, went to the door, pulled it, then began to knock and hail us. I waited until he was really agitated, and said loudly and firmly:

- Yesterday you behaved very badly. And you will be punished. When you realize your mistake, ask for forgiveness. Then we will discuss your behavior and decide what to do next. Until then, you won't leave the room.

Alik, as I expected, burst into a stream of curses. But I didn’t pay attention to them, turned on the music more loudly and took up household chores, trying to bring smells from the kitchen to him as clearly as possible. Soon the screams subsided, from threats Alik moved on to vague promises. But another interesting detail came to light:

“But you can't let me go to the toilet!” Alla! Honestly, I really need. - And so on in the same vein.

Again, I was in no hurry. The first impulse was to open the door and confine this lesson. However, with my mind, I understood that this would not achieve anything: the next day all the excesses will be repeated with a new force. Then the first step was taken, which eventually led to the current situation.

Half an hour later, Alik broke down; the tears heard in his voice turned into real sobs. It is time to replace anger with mercy. And I spoke firmly and quietly:

- Are you ready to ask for forgiveness?

- Yes: - brother sobbed.

- Very good. Then I will now open and enter. You will kneel in the far corner facing me. And apologize in the form that I deem appropriate. Got it?

- Alla, but I:

- If you do not want, I will leave now, and you will remain locked until the evening. - I tried to put a maximum of determination in my voice, although in fact I rather felt sorry for my brother: And he agreed.

When I appeared in the doorway, Alik froze, head down.He looked unusually attractive. No trace of recent rudeness, just embarrassment and remorse. He blushed all over, which added to his features. Blond hair disheveled, eyelashes cover over large eyes. Your knees are tense and trembling. He was preparing to jump, but he did not find the determination to rush at me. Show Alik at that moment character, maybe everything would turn out differently. But this is unlikely to lead to a better outcome.

I approached, took his fingers to his chin and lifted his head:

- Do you understand what you did wrong?

He nodded weakly.

- Then slowly repeat after me: “I acted badly when I was rude to my relatives. I ask for forgiveness. And I will make every effort to obey their elders. And be a good boy. If I stumble again. So please punish me to the fullest extent. "

Unfortunately, this last sentence Alik failed. I noticed how he trembles and how a wet stain spreads on his pajama pants. I immediately repressed the instant feeling of disgust, deciding to make this moment also educational. I acted immodestly, lightly touching my fingers to the lower abdomen of my brother. But this has further sharpened the process. And after a few seconds, a really embarrassed and humiliated younger brother was kneeling in front of me. Every movement caused him, wet, even greater inconvenience. But again, I was in no hurry:

- Look here, what happens with disobedient boys. Now you write. But don't be shy - I'm your sister. And my sister will take care of you. Cry, my little, everything, I forgave you.

I instinctively tried to hug Alik more firmly, gently pat him on the head and shoulders so that the idea of ​​caress could be combined with punishment. At the same time I did not forget to console him, treating my brother like a little one. And in his position, this was perfectly acceptable. Soon Alik, immersed in his shame, was naked from the waist down. I was not without curiosity examined his hips and drooping, but quite competitive sexual organ. Of course, I did not think about my brother as a man. But to pass by such impressions:

Taking the brother by the hand, I took him to the bathroom and began to dispose, not allowing him to come to his senses and take the initiative:

- Fill the bath and take off your clothes. Need to wash. After all, you do not want to stay: dirty? Come on, listen to my sister!

And here Alik stands in warm water. I wear rubber gloves and pick up a washcloth:

- And now we will wash you. I can do it much cleaner. Do not be shy; I will take care of everything:

Continuing a meaningless idle talk, I push Alik down, he gets on all fours and the wash begins. I tried not to miss a single part of his body, creating the illusion of complete control over his brother. It is necessary that he felt surrounded by my care and did not even try to escape. We must pay tribute to him, Alik was completely subjugated by my will. Morning embarrassment deprived him of any confidence. Now he could only rely on me and no longer thought about his previous inclinations. The boy was broken, but he had to be shown that he could be good if he was obedient. Obedient to me.

I started with the head, then moved to the back and chest, especially carefully processed nipples and moved below. When I started soaping my buttocks, I felt Alik shrink. I had to whisper in his ear:

“Relax, I won't do you any harm.” Just wash yourself clean, and then I'll wring you: Listen to me, Alik!

Gentle intonation did the trick; and so I began to massage his ass. I did not assume that I would go so far, but I acted very gently and slowly. First, the outer parts covered with soap suds, then my latex-coated fingers touched the sphincter. Alik just gasped, feeling my finger in his ass. I kept whispering:

- Nothing, it's not at all ...