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Brady Walsh​
A year ago, at the age of 24, Brady Walsh moved back into the house with his mother and his younger sister, after his father decided he'd had enough of family life. He'd dissappeared in the middle of the night with nothing but a quick note saying he was sorry. Brady's mother had spiraled out of control after that. Her drinking got worse, and a car accident had left her addicted to prescription pain pills. Brady knew that she was in no shape to provide for the family, let alone be a parent to his younger sister. And so he moved back in and took up the role of the man of the house. He works two jobs now, takes care of his mother and makes sure his sister has whatever she needs.​


"Hey, sis," Brady called out as he neared her bedroom door. "Are you busy in there? I could really use some help with the dishes." The truth was, he didn't need the help but he wanted to get his sister out of her room. She had grown more and more withdrawn since their father left and Brady was determined not to let her completely pull away from the family.

As he reached her door, Brady pushed it open and stepped into her room.
 
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Ashley just turned 18 a few months ago and was going out with her friends to a club that was 18 and up. She didnt have a car so her friend was going to come pick her up. She showered, did her hair, make-up, then put her dress on. She was almost ready when her brother walked into her room. "Did you forget how to knock?" She asked as she clipped the large bulky neckless around her neck. She grabbed her clutch and started walking past her brother. "Im going out with some friends. Dont wait up." She said making her way down the hall, her heels clicking as she walked
 
"Sorry, hey wait just a second," Brady said, shocked not only to find his sister wearing the extremely revealing dress, but to have her just walk away from him like that. She'd been acting out a little lately, but this was too much. Brady turned and followed her out of the room and down the hall way, catching up to Ashley just before she reached the stairs.

"You don't really think it's okay for you to go out dressed like that do you?" he asked as he grabbed hold of his sister's elbow and pulled her around to face him.
 
"I think i can wear whatever i want. Im an adult." She pulled her arm out of his grip and started down the stairs. Her hair bouncing around her shoulders with each step. She reached the living room walking over to the couch where her mother was watching tv. "Mom im going out. Ill see you tomorrow." She kissed her mothers cheek knowing that her mother wasnt really all there anymore. She hardly spoke and was always drinking
 
The way Ashley jerked her arm free and simply ignored what he said, pissed Brady off. Didn't she understand how hard this was for him. It wasn't like he wanted to be the bad guy. He just wanted to do what he could to protect his family and his sister. She was barely eighteen afterall. She had no idea what trouble she could get into, especially wearing a dress like that.

Fuming, Brady reached the bottom of the stairs as Ashley was walking away from the couch where their mother was laying. Brady moved to the front door, blocking his sister's way, "Listen, I know you're an adult but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, sis. If you want to go out with your friends that's one thing, but at least go change into something decent."

As he said the last, Brady's eyes moved down to the front of Ashley's dress, noticing the fact that the neckline plunged all the way to her waist showing a large percentage of her breasts.
 
"Brady get out of my way" she said venom in her voice. "I will wear what i want when i want. So fuck off" she said getting in his face the best she could. He was a good deal taller than her even wearing her 6inch platform heels.
 
The 'fuck' was too much for Brady to handle. Ashley knew that he didn't like it when she cussed like that. It was one thing for him to say things like that but she was his baby sister and she shouldn't be talking like that, especially to him. Before he could stop himself, Brady's hand shot up to her neck, not tightening around it, but his fingers stretching around it nevertheless. His other hand grabbed her arm.

"You're not going to go out in that, and you're not going to talk to me like that again," he said, his voice seething. "Do you understand me, Ashley?"
 
Ashley gasped as her brothers hand went around her throat. Her free hand grabbed the wrist of the hand holding her throat. She yanked his hand away from her neck and yanked her arm out of the other. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" She yelled.
 
"I'm the one in charge of this house," Brady said, barely controlling the anger in his voice. "And I'm the one telling you that either you go upstairs and take that dress off, or I'm going to take it off for you."
 
"You may be in charge of this house but you are not incharge of me! So get the fuck out of my way!" She tried to shove past him.
 
Brady's anger flared as his sister tried to push past him to the door. He reacted by grabbing her around the waist and tossing her up over his shoulder. With one muscled arm holding her tight, Brady carried Ashley up the stairs and into her room, dropping her unceremoniously onto her bed.

"I'm not kidding, Ashley," he said, standing over her, his bare chest heaving with the effort of carrying her upstairs. "Change out of the dress or this is just going to get worse."
 
Ashley screamed and started kicking when her older brother threw her over his shoulder. "Let me go you fucking asshole," she screamed as he walked up the stairs. She groaned as she was dropped onto her bed. Her dress was hiked up a little more letting more thigh show than before and the top was askew showing off a little more of her breasts. "Who the fuck do you think you are!?" She yelled glaring up at him.
 
As Ashley bounced onto her bed, Brady couldn't help but notice the way her dress shifted, not only revealing a scandalous amount of her perky breasts, but also lifting so high up her thighs that he could practically see her panties. And this is the dress she wants to go out wearing, Brady asked himself in disbelief.

He looked up from his sister's legs to her face, which was red with anger as she yelled at him. Brady knew it was time that he put her in her place. He had to show her that she couldn't talk and act like this while he was around.

"You want to know who I think I am, maybe it's time I showed you, you spoiled little brat," Brady said as he towered over her. Grabbing hold of one of his sister's ankles, he swung her to the side and sat down on the side of the bed, then grabbling a handful of her hair he dragged Ashley over his lap.
 
"What the fuck are you...!" She got cut off as he grabbed a hand full of her hair and started pulling him over his lap "owww!!! What the fuck is wrong with you! Let go!" She screamed at him as she struggled in his lap all she could see was the ground
 
As Ashley squirmed on his lap, Brady kept hold of a handful of her hair and kept her pinned down. With his free hand he jerked the edge of her dress all the way up to her waist, revealing her tight little ass and her panties. Brady was so angry he didn't even think twice about grabbing hold of her panties and ripping them off her body.

"It's time to grow up a little bit, sis," he said, his teeth grinding together as he lifted his hand up in the air, paused for a second, then brought it down onto Ashley's bare ass, the smacking sound filling the room.
 
She gasped and squirmed. "What the fuck!" She screamed as he pulled her dress up and ripped the small strands of fabric holding her thong on and spanking him hard. She squirmed trying to get free of his grip.
 
Brady spanked his little sister's ass again, harder than the first time, ignoring her attempts to squirm free, and her screams. Another smack of his hand left both cheeks of her ass red. But Brady didn't stop there. His hand came down across her bare skin again and again.

"Stop fighting me, and this can all be over, Ashley," he said before giving her another hard slap of his hand. He hated that his sister had forced him to take such extreme measures, but he didn't know what else to do. She just wouldn't listen anymore. How was he supposed to just let her walk out of the house dressed in her revealing dress, her perfect, perky tits falling out of her dress, her firm, round ass barely covered, and her wearing just a thong underneath...
 
Ashley couldnt control her body's reaction to the rough treatment. Her pussy started to get wet with each smack of his hand. She gasped every time he made contact.
 
As Brady sat there on Ashley's bed, holding her tight across her lap, his hand resting momentarily on her reddened ass cheeks, he couldn't help but think about how much she had grown up recently. She wasn't the little girl with braces and pigtails that he'd known for so many years. She had grown into a beautiful, vivacious young woman, with a body that had most men leering...

Brady couldn't blame them, he thought as he let his eyes glide across her bare ass and long, shapely legs. He gave her ass another slap, not as hard as the last, and this time instead of immediately pulling his hand back, Brady let it linger on her ass for a moment, squeezing firmly...realizing what he was doing, Brady quickly jerked his hand up and brought it back down harder on the other cheek, but once again he found himself squeezing and massaging his sister's buttock afterward...
 
She shivered when she felt his hand rest in her tender ass. She tried to struggle to keep the fact that the punishment from her brother was turning her on more than most things. She didnt want him to know that his actions where effecting her in a way that shouldnt. She bit her lip to keep a moan from escaping her when he started massaging her ass
 
"I love you, Ashley. You and mom, and I know I'm not Dad, but I'm doing the best I can to hold this together, you know?" Brady's voice had finally calmed as he sat there almost absently caressing the reddened cheeks of his sister's bare bottom.

"I don't want to have to be the bad guy, but you can't just do whatever you want, okay?" he noticed that Ashley had stopped fighting against him and was hoping that she was now ready to start talking to him.
 
She shivered as his hand rubbed at her ass. "You are not the boss of me. Im an adult and will do as i please" she said struggling again
 
"Dammit, Ashley!" Brady swore as he pulled back on the handful of her hair he was still gripping, trying to keep her from moving. "Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?"

Frustrated with her refusal to concede, Brady resumed the spanking he'd been giving her, once again smacking his hand down hard against her bare flesh. As he watched her ass cheeks grow redder, he found himself growing more intense, his eyes and mind completely focused on Ashley's tight, little ass. As she wiggled slightly on his lap, two things happened.

First, Brady noticed his baby sister's pussy peeking out from between her buttocks. Second, he felt himself growing aroused, his cock growing atleast partially stiff, pressing against his jeans, and consequently, against her stomach.
 
She gasped with each stroke of his hand. She could feel the growth of her brother under her. She tried to struggle but not as hard as she did to start with.
 
Brady was so focused on the brief glimpse of his sister's sex that he was totally oblivious to his own arousal, or the fact that Ashley was likely aware of his arousal. He'd seen his sister without her clothes, at least a few times as they grew up together, though it had been a couple of years. It had always seemed innocent enough before, but now, sitting on her bed, her body splayed out across his lap, her dress around her waist and her panties discarded on the floor, one hand roughly gripping her hair, his other hand once again resting on top of her reddened cheeks, her pussy glistening with arousal, there was nothing innocent about this...

In a matter of seconds, Brady's emotions ran the gambit from confusion, to guilt and finally to anger. This was all Ashley's fault. It was her fault he was in this position, her fault he was getting turned on by spanking his own sister. The mixture of anger and desire seemed to course through his body, urging him to something.

Brady released his grip on Ashley's hair and moved both hands to her ass, spreading her cheeks apart enough to allow him to see her pussy more clearly. She looked so wet. The thought that his sister was aroused at that moment, while he was trying to discipline her only made Brady angrier. He brought one of his hands down hard on her right buttock, then again on the left.

"You like that don't you? You're actually getting off on it, aren't you?"
 
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