punishment not pleasure

Punishment Not Pleasure

My older sister Sadie, a most appropriate name judging from her nature, is a fat, foul mouthed, mean spirited, tom boyish bitch. Since we were kids she was always beating up on somebody, I included. At nineteen she is three years older and a whole lot bigger than me, taking after my big strapping mom, while I am a version of my slim wiry and muscular dad. Since we’ve become grown up she no longer hits me, because she realizes that although I am smaller, I am very tough, with quite a reputation as a fighter and would certainly whip her fat ass. But that doesn’t stop her from being mean and aggressive toward me every now and then, though it never gets further than a bit of tugging and wrestling, with her eventually backing off when she senses I am close to getting mad.

I sometimes wonder if she is a dyke, judging from the way she dresses and acts, and the fact that she never seems to have a steady boyfriend. There has been a guy here and a guy there for brief periods over the years, but for the last two or three years she seems to be in a prolonged drought romantically.

Although she is fat, she is not exactly unattractive, having a pretty face with pouty lips, big firm tits, a big heavy ass that I love to stare at and huge smooth rounded thighs. She is the fat but firm type, no slack flab. Her complexion is light brown, and her brown kinky hair is short cropped and shiny, and always neat. But her mean spirited ways, her constant scowl, aggressive walk and posture and foul mouth is a turn off. It seems like she just enjoys being mean. We were never particularly fond of each other, with me being closer with our older brother and sister, and she only with a sister a year younger than me. But my mom and dad almost always sides with her against the rest of us.

The two of us were alone at home. I was sitting in front of the TV and her moving about housekeeping. She was wearing a short tight stretchy material pink skirt that barely covered her fat ass, and one of those tank tops or whatever they called it, that was like a tight fitting T-shirt with the T cut off. It started somewhere on the top of her massive breasts, and ended a couple of inches above her navel. So her fleshy tummy and the top quarter of her boobs were exposed. I must admit that it was a stirring sight, and I felt my cock getting all puffed up as I looked at her moving around vacuuming the carpet, especially when she was backing me, slightly bent over. Through the material I could see dimples on her butt cheeks. There was no sign of panty lines, which suggested she was wearing a thong. I tried to imagine her without the skirt, with the thong sunk between the crack of that huge ass, rubbing against her puckered hole, and partly sunk into her fat pussy. Once when she stopped her vacuuming and went to do something else, as she was passing by me I gave her a little slap on the ass. Expecting her to fly into a rage and attack me either physically or verbally, I was surprised when she simply gave me a glare and with just a slight rise in voice, said:
“You little perv, you want to play with something, play with your dick.
“You’d love to watch me do that, eh, having not seen a dick yourself for such a long time?” She just sucked her teeth and waltzed away.

Damn, I thought, she must be in one hell of a good mood today. When she returned she bent right over to change the nozzle of the vacuum. I found myself staring at a fat barely covered lump of pussy flesh. I sat up straight, and without doing so consciously, grabbed my crotch, feeling the rapidly expanding cock. After she resumed her work I got up and went to my bedroom where I picked up a little, bent-wire and rubber band sling shot which I’d made a couple of days ago. The ammo for the sling shot was tight folded paper bent into a U shape. I loaded the sling shot and let the missile go at her broad ass. She let out a loud ouch and spun around, glaring at me with fire in her eyes. She stomped over and stood in front of me breathing hard with her hands on her hips and her huge bosom heaving.

“You little shit, you do that again and I’ll grab your fucking balls and squeeze them so hard, they’ll hear your yell in the next street.” I just looked at her and laughed.

She stomped away from me and went back to the vacuum. She bent over again and once more I was looking at that fat lump barely covered in a wine color with tiny black dots thong. I was dumb founded as I stared at the amazing crotch. Her cream colored inner thighs was stained a darker brown from the rubbing of her thick thighs together. But unlike other fat girls, hers did not have that dark, dirty looking or pimpled roughness, just the slight discoloration. I’d love to grab that pussy while she was bent over like that, or better yet stick my tongue and nose there. If only she knew how close to the truth she was when she called me a perv. I was after all, looking at my big sister’s fat ass and thinking that I’d like to get up and fuck her to death right now.
About five minutes later I loaded another paper missile, and let it go at her ass.