My Sister’s Sleepover Ended With Me on My Knees

I moved back into my parents’ house after spending a couple of years living with my uncle, just as I finished university. By then, my mother had imposed a new rule that completely changed the way life was lived under that roof: the men of the house had to walk around naked, and we were strictly forbidden from getting an erection. If anyone was caught aroused, the punishment was immediate and anything but pleasant.

The first and only time it happened to me in front of my sister Marina, she ran to tell my mother, who calmly gave her permission to punish me. The kick Marina gave me doubled me over and left me sprawled on the floor for several minutes. The worst part wasn’t the pain, but the smile she wore while doing it. My mother watched from the side, more serious, but with a glint in her eyes that betrayed the fact that she was enjoying it too.

—You should be grateful it was me and not her —Marina told me that day, rubbing her knuckles—. Hers are devastating. She once gave Dad one and he fainted from the pain.

I learned fast to avoid her. Marina used to stroll around the house in tiny clothes, and I did everything possible not to run into her, so my body wouldn’t betray me again.

***

That afternoon, my sister had invited a group of her friends to sleep over. They were all her age, around twenty, and from the shouts and laughter rising from downstairs I figured they’d already started having fun. I went down for a glass of water and, when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I came across a scene that froze my blood.

My father was kneeling in the living room, hands clasped behind his back, with Marina standing in front of him. Before I could react, she let fly with a brutal kick, much harder than the one she’d given me. I don’t know how he took it. My father let out a muffled groan and collapsed onto his side, curling in on himself. Marina was smiling, satisfied.

—What happened? —I asked, still on the last step.

—This pervert got hard watching the weather girl —she replied, pointing at the television.

I turned my head. Sure enough, there was a presenter in a tiny dress giving the forecast. Maybe she’d get a kick out of knowing it cost my father a kick, I thought.

—Weren’t you too rough on him?

—Maybe… —she said with fake calm—. From now on I’ll save all my strength for you, little brother.

—And what did I do?

—Dad is already trained. You still need to be conditioned with kicks. And today my friends are coming over, so it’ll be the perfect night.

—Great —I answered with all the sarcasm I could muster, and went back upstairs with my water without bothering to help my father.

***

I locked myself in my room with my headphones on, determined not to go downstairs under any circumstances. The idea of a group of strangers seeing me naked terrified me. For a while it worked: the music drowned out the noise below. But at some point I heard footsteps on the stairs and, right after that, an odd silence. I took one earbud out.

My bedroom door was flung open. Marina was in the doorway, and behind her, packed together, were all her friends. She was showing me off like a trophy. A chorus of laughter erupted while I covered myself frantically.

—Meet my brother, Adrián —Marina said between laughs—. Say hi.

—You were right, it’s tiny —blurted a blonde girl, and the others cracked up.

I could feel every pair of eyes fixed on me. Humiliation surged up my neck like a burn. When the taunting became unbearable, I sprang to my feet and moved toward the door to shut it.

—Careful, he’s coming to give us what for! —another girl laughed.

I shoved to get them out into the hallway. As I did, one of them, a brunette with a mischievous look, struck my crotch with the back of her hand. The pain was so sharp I doubled over, but I kept pushing until I got them out and closed the door. For the first time I locked it, even though I knew it was forbidden.

—I got the little guy! —the brunette yelled from the other side—. I felt it all the way to his balls!

—You’re awful, Dafne —another one answered, laughing hard.

I heard them try the handle without success, and gradually move away toward Marina’s room. I sat down against the door, holding myself, trying to catch my breath.

***

Ten minutes later, someone knocked.

—Who is it?

—It’s me, Adrián.

My mother’s voice raised the hair on my skin. I thought she was out with her friends until late. I jumped up to undo the lock and opened the door. There she was, imposing, and beside her all of Marina’s friends with restrained smiles.

—What’s going on? —I asked.

—Come here —she said, taking hold of my member with her fingertips to drag me out of the room. The girls muffled a few giggles, but they quieted down in front of my mother.

—Ow… what did I do? —I protested.

—You know you’re forbidden to lock the door.

—Yes, but Marina and her friends came in to bother me.

—We just wanted to say hi, ma’am —one of them cut in in a sweet voice—. Dafne said he had a small one and he got offended.

I covered myself by reflex. My mother slapped my hand away.

—Don’t cover yourself, Adrián. Did it bother you that they said you’re small? Well, you are small! —None of them could hold back their laughter.

—One of them hit my testicles —I said, my voice close to breaking.

—Sorry, ma’am, that was me —Dafne admitted without losing her smile—. I thought he was going to hit us.

—Liar! I was only going to close the door —I shot back.

—Silence! —The hallway fell quiet—. Adrián, I don’t care about your reasons. You locked the door and that deserves a punishment.

A chill ran down my spine. Marina’s friends widened their eyes; it was obvious my sister had already told them what the punishments in this house were like and they were dying to witness one.

—Mom, I didn’t do anything wrong, they were bothering me.

—I’m giving you two options —she said, unyielding—. Either you’re kind to your sister and her friends for the rest of the night, or I punish you right here, in front of all of them. Choose.

—I’ll be kind —I answered immediately. The situation was unfair, but I couldn’t even imagine one of her kicks in front of those girls.

—Very well. I want you to take care of them, ask them what they need every fifteen minutes, and not be rude again.

—Why do I have to be their servant?

—You won’t be their servant. You’ll just be kind.

—Thanks, mommy —Marina sang out with a sweetness so fake it turned my stomach—. Little brother, let’s get along, okay?

***

I went down to the kitchen reluctantly to make the lemonade the first one “needed.” I wanted to spit in the pitcher, but the risk wasn’t worth it. I came back upstairs with five glasses and entered Marina’s room. No matter how unbearable they were, I couldn’t help noticing they were all gorgeous: long legs peeking out of tiny shorts, sharp smiles, freshly washed hair. They were sitting in a circle on the floor.

I set the pitcher on a table and made to leave.

—Aren’t you going to serve us, little brother? —Marina asked.

—I already brought it to you.

—Mom said to be kind. That’s not kind.

I clenched my teeth and poured each glass, avoiding looking them in the eye.

—Thanks, Adrián. Marina is lucky to have you.

—You’re welcome —I muttered.

—I like your little thing, it’s small but cute —another girl teased, and they all burst out laughing again.

—Don’t go yet —said the blonde when I tried to escape—. We’re going to play truth or dare. If you play five rounds, we’ll leave you alone.

—You promise?

—Yes —they answered in chorus.

I agreed. And, hard as it was to admit, being surrounded by so many hot girls in shorts had something intoxicating about it, even with my pride in the dirt.

***

Marina spun the bottle. It pointed to Camila, the prettiest one of all in my opinion. She wasn’t as thin as the others, but she had curves that took your breath away and, above all, a sweet, shy face. She was the only one who hadn’t insulted me all night.

—Camila, truth or dare? —my sister asked.

—Truth —she answered softly.

—Coward! —Dafne complained.

—She chose truth, that’s that. Tell us, Camila, what do you think of Adrián’s?

My blood ran cold again. I slowly brought my hands to my crotch while Camila turned red all the way to her ears.

—Well… it’s fine, I think —she said quietly.

—Boooo! Answer properly. Do you think it’s big, small? Do you like it? —Dafne pressed, delighted to make her suffer.

—Come on, be honest. Pretend my brother isn’t here —Marina urged.

—Okay… I guess it is a little small —she finally blurted out, her face burning.

The room exploded with laughter. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Worst of all was that she hadn’t said it to mock me: she’d said it seriously, under pressure, and that hurt more than all the jokes together.

—Sorry, Adrián —she told me, looking guilty.

—It’s fine —I lied.

—And you still like it? —Marina pushed on.

Camila took a while to answer.

—I think so… it’s cute even if it isn’t big.

The laughter came back, but something strange happened to me: I started to like this girl who answered with so much embarrassment and so much honesty. Too bad that, after tonight, she’d never be able to look at me any other way.

***

The bottle spun again and landed on Dafne, the brunette.

—Truth or dare?

—Truth.

—Would you sleep with my brother? —Marina asked, and another wave of laughter flooded the room.

—Are all the questions going to be about me? —I protested.

—Relax, this is the last one about you —Marina said.

—No, I couldn’t —Dafne replied cruelly—. I need real men. With Adrián’s I wouldn’t even feel it.

While everyone laughed, I caught Camila pressing her lips together so she wouldn’t. That tiny difference comforted me a little.

The bottle spun again and, once more, pointed to Camila.

—You again. This time pick dare, so things get interesting.

—What if the dare is really bad? —she hesitated.

—Don’t be a coward.

—Okay… dare.

—Great! You stay in your underwear and go into the closet with Adrián for ten minutes —Marina announced, and the room erupted.

Camila turned a deep red. I got angry that my sister was putting her in that position.

—I can’t do that —Camila protested.

—It’s your dare, you have to do it! —Renata, the brunette, pressed her.

—But I’m embarrassed for Adrián to see me in my underwear…

—You spent all day looking at his little thing! Let him see your underwear —Dafne finished between laughs.

I decided to help her out.

—Let’s get this over with. I promise I won’t do anything —I told her, to reassure her.

***

Camila stood up, pulled down her shorts, and took off her loose T-shirt. I had to look away so I wouldn’t betray myself: she had an amazing body, wide hips, skin that seemed to beg to be touched. We walked to the closet and my sister closed the door behind us.

—At least give him a kiss, don’t be boring —Marina laughed before leaving us in the dark.

The space was tiny. I could barely make out her silhouette. The others’ laughter filtered through the wood and was the only thing easing the awkward silence between us.

—Do you want to sit down? —I asked.

—Yes —she answered in a whisper.

We managed to settle onto the floor, so tightly pressed together that our legs were stuck to each other. I couldn’t think of what to say. Then, without warning, I felt her hand on my thigh. My breath caught. Her hand moved up slowly, stroking me, and suddenly she leaned in and kissed me.

I kissed her back, putting my hand on her leg. Her skin was warm and soft. I felt her breathing quicken against my mouth, and when I thought things couldn’t possibly get better, her hand kept moving up until it closed around me.

The kiss had already made me hard; her touch finished the job. She started stroking me with a slowness that drove me crazy. For the first time all night, I felt like something more than an object of mockery.

—Do you still think it’s small? —I asked, half joking.

—Yes… —she answered, and I nearly died—. But I like it the way it is. I like you, Adrián.

Those words revived me. I went down to kiss her neck while she kept going, and from there I moved to her chest. She arched silently, biting her lip so she wouldn’t make a sound. She squeezed harder, faster, until I couldn’t hold back anymore and gave myself over into her hand.

We stayed wrapped around each other in the dark, catching our breath, until the door suddenly opened and the light blinded us.

***

Marina froze when she saw us so close, her hand still where it shouldn’t have been. We sprang apart and the others went wild.

—Did you make him cum? —Marina asked.

—No, we were just talking —Camila lied.

—Look at your hand —Renata said—. Besides being small, it’s precocious.

Camila turned red, but the others, instead of continuing to mock her, started congratulating her for having “completed the dare.” We came out of the closet and Marina cut me off with a smile I knew far too well.

—With you it’s different, Adrián. Mom has forbidden you from getting hard. Imagine what she’ll do when she finds out you came in my closet.

I swallowed.

—You forced me to play, you put me in there. That’s not fair.

—I didn’t ask you to get an erection. That’s your responsibility.

—Don’t tell Mom. Please.

—Mmm… I haven’t decided yet. What do you say, girls? Should I tell her?

—Yes, tell her! —they chorused between laughs.

—Please, Marina —I begged.

—Kiss my feet and I’ll reconsider.

—Marina… I’m not going to do that.

—Fine. Your dignity is worth more than your balls. Respectable. I’m going back to Mom now.

—Wait! —I grabbed her arm. I got down on my knees. She put a foot forward and I kissed it, completely humiliated, not daring to look at Camila.

—You convinced me, Adrián. We’ll keep your little secret… but in exchange you’ll be our slave every time we get together.

—Yes! —they all cheered.

—You’re insane —I muttered.

—A little. But it’ll be a lot more fun than watching Mom castrate you in the yard.

I was backed into a corner and I knew it. I agreed. While the girls hugged each other in a frenzy, I looked for Camila. She wasn’t cheering like the others, but there was a small, almost tender smile on her lips. It seemed that, in her shy way, she was enjoying my humiliation too.

And the strangest thing of all was that, even so, I couldn’t stop wanting her. I had no idea what Marina and her friends were planning to do with me from then on, but something told me that night had only been the beginning.