A Punch In The Tit

Fbailey story number 328


A Punch In The Tit


As a little kid I learned to punch my sister in her tits. As her tits started to develop I found out that they were very sensitive and that it hurt her even more. So of course I did it more often.

When she was thirteen and I was fourteen she was already into a 30-B bra and growing every day. Our mother wore a 36-DD bra. I know because I keep track of things like that.

I liked tits but the bigger the better. Then Dad left us for a chick that only wore a 34-A bra and she had to pad that.

Well at that time life changed for us and we were all angry. My sister studied more and stayed to herself, Mom cleaned the house constantly, and I became more violent.

Soon I was punching my sister’s tits every chance that I got. Then I started in on Mom’s tits. At first she was shocked and then she was upset. She tried to reason with me but I punched her tits anyway.

Mom started to accept it as a way of life like my sister had all those years. Well she really didn’t accept it, she more or less tolerated it and tried to reason with me.

I started telling her what I wanted and she would do it. At first I would ask her to fix something for dinner and she would. Then I told her to stop wearing a bra. I would punch Mom’s tits whenever she wore a bra and it worked. I still punched my sister’s tits no matter what, just because I always had.

The next step was for both of them to be topless around me and let me fondle their tits whenever I wanted too.