SINNING WITH CYN

She was almost nineteen.

Hazel had known since she was five that she was adopted at the age of six months. She had loved the only mom she had ever known.

She had a brother almost the same age as her, just a month younger. Devin was adopted at the same time as she was, and they had the usual sibling rivalries.

Her family was a bit unusual in that her mom and her dad were both women. Melanie, her mom had been very tall, like Hazel, and wore her hair long, but Cynthia always wore hers short. Melanie went under the name of Mel, and always called Cynthia, Cyn.

Cyn, her dad in the household was always very strict and insisted everyone call her Dad. She was a short bossy blonde woman with large breasts. She always wore a loose jacket or vest to hide them.

Hazel always had to wear long dresses. Hazel thought her Dad's name was spelled Sin until she was in grade three, when she found out it was short for Cynthia and spelled Cyn.

That news immediately made her feel much better. She had worried that her dad was sinning by being different and living with another woman.

Melanie got cancer and died when Hazel and Dev were fourteen. The three of the survivors became closer together for about two years, when Hazel became furious with her Dad.

Dad betrayed everything, betrayed Melanie, betrayed Devin, and went and hitched herself to a man.

Cyn told the kids that she thought it was necessary to provide Devin with a role model for when he grew up later in his teens. Dad told both the young teens to start calling her Cyn and to call Bill Daddy. She said although the relationship was not the one she had before, it would work out for the best.

Hazel went on strike and took to her room for a month.

That Man was cool with her strike, and let her work out her adaptation to her new family situation at her own speed.

It helped that Bill and Devin got along well, and that Bill was pretty good looking.

Hazel thought her mom would not be shamed by being seen with him because he did not look like some dorky business man. His voice was deep, manly and resonant.

Bill was a ceramic artist, and Cyn was a sculptor and painter.

Between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, Hazel became more comfortable with the new actual man around her mom, and sometimes wondered if they did 'sex', because they slept in different beds. Maybe they didn't.

She learned to call him Daddy. She never called him Dad, that was Cyn's name from her growing up years. Bill could be Daddy, but never be her dad, he was her step dad.

By the time Hazel reached eighteen she also reached "five foot twelve" as Devin would tease.

"You don't want to let the guys know you are six footer." He would say.

Approaching nineteen she stopped growing up and began to fill out a bit. Hazel hated the filling out and the whole growing up bit. Before her eighteenth birthday Devin said she looked like a knobby stick on stilts. She was at least used to that.

She stood in her room looking at her eighteen and a half year old self in the long mirror wearing just her white Wal Mart full size panties.

She hated what she saw.

She was tall, both too tall and rawboned at that. Her ribs showed and her boobs were really small. She stepped closer to the mirror and looked critically at them. They were almost flat to her chest, and then there were those amazing pink puffy mounds sticking up at the middle with little pencil erasers on top.

She stepped back a couple of feet and looked at the rest. Her hips were too wide and her knees seemed to knock together when she stood straight. There was this big air space at the top of her thighs.

Hazel thought her hands and feet were too long and boney. Her knees and elbows were knobby.

She always slouched around in her dresses that were always pretty loose to hide her lack of a feminine figure.

Her hair was OK, she thought. Very fine and a rich reddish brown and tightly curly, it made a hazy brown halo around her head sometimes, and the sun shone nicely on it. Hazel liked to call it hazy because of the way it matched her name when she was young.

There was a thick dark pelt even browner than her head hair between her legs under the plain white cotton panties and she was thinking about maybe trimming it or getting the wax job her friends at school were always talking about. At least her arms and legs were smooth and not hairy.

Then Cyn knocked and came in.

"Hi Haze", said Cyn, "I see you are admiring yourself. Turn around and show me what you got."

Hazel clapped her palms over her breasts and turned around.

"Puhleese don't do that. I am so ugly."

Cyn spoke in her strict, no nonsense tone, "Haze honey, come here. Do what I say."

Cyn crooked her finger and looked her in the eye.

Hazel reluctantly shuffled her bony feet closer, looking down at the floor.

Cyn reached up and pulled Hazel's hands down so she could look at her breasts.

"Hazel, these are lovely. I can tell you right now they are going to grow. See these puffy bits at the tip?"

Her old Dad ran finger tips over the pink rounded bulbs at the tops of each breast. Hazel felt a queer sensation down in the hairy jungle in her panties and her nipples began to stiffen. She blushed bright pink and turned aside.

Her mom slapped the right breast sharply on the side. It jiggled. "Don't turn away little missy. Stand still while I look at you."

She suddenly felt weak, unable to move as Cyn caressed the sensitive tips of her breasts. The crinkling of the skin around her nipples grabbed all her attention. She stood very still and silent as her Dad rubbed the tips one way and another. The tips grew even harder, and every motion of the turgid pink tips sent electric sparks of sensation straight down between her legs.

She felt herself getting wet there between her legs. She wanted her mom to stop and at the same time she wanted her to keep on doing this thing to her.

Cynthia said, "Mel used to get this treatment from me all the time. She loved it. It is what a woman has to learn to do for her husband. Hazel put your hands behind your back and stand still. Feet apart shoulder width."

Hazel obeyed without thinking. She had learned to obey her house dad, and call her Cyn instantly. It was the same now that Cyn was officially her mom; she was still the un-disputed boss in the home. Even Bill obeyed promptly when Cyn bossed him around.

Hazel wrung her bony fingers together behind her back as her Cyn began to pull and twist on her nipples. She closed here eyes to concentrate on the feelings.

Cyn began to twist the rubbery tips in opposite directions, and as she pulled and twisted on her tight tips, she began to ask her intimate questions.

"Do you let boys play with your tits at school, young lady?"

Cyn squeezed her breast tips tight and pressed hard.

"Nnno, no. Nobody wants to play with me, I am too tall."

Cyn began to smooth her palms over the skin around her rib cage, lifting Hazel's breasts only to let them fall with a sudden flop, dragging her stiff nipples past the lifting palms.

Hazel loved the warm feeling of hands on her flesh and the sudden weight of her developing breasts tugging on her chest when they dropped.

She felt very wet down there now and was certain her juices were making that new musky scent in the room.

Suddenly her mom slipped her palm right down between her legs and probed at her middle crack.

"Hazel! You like this a lot don't you?"

The invading hand stayed in her groin, lifting and cupping her woman shape.

Hazel nodded.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Do you play with yourself down here at night?"

Hazel shuddered under the caress, "Nnno. Never."

"Good!"

Cyn withdrew her hand and tugged Hazel's panties down to her knees so she could see her naked between her legs.

Hazel wanted to squeeze her knees together and hide her shamefully hairy crotch but she was paralyzed with a feeling of lassitude and arousal from the sensations coming from her nipples. She wanted contradictorily to spread wider, not close her legs.

Cyn put a probing finger deep down under in the back of the slippery groove and glided it gently up and down her slot, arriving at the top of her groove in front. The slit was long. It was deep with folds mounded on both sides.

There was a bump growing there at the top that exquisitely reacted to the light exploring finger.

"Hazel darling, it is time I showed you what your body can feel, so you will be prepared in case some guy starts fooling around with your body. Once these feelings begin, it gets hard to stop, and before you know it, you are ready to breed without thinking."

The finger slowly circled around the bump as it got even more sensitive.

Hazel moaned and began to breathe more deeply as the sensations began to make her whole body tense with the feelings sparking from her middle.

Cyn put her other hand behind Hazel to the small of her back, pressing her hips forward to the invading finger, twining her hand into the bony fingers clasped at Hazel's back.

When Cyn leaned forward and took one of Hazel's stiff nipples into her mouth and bit down on it gently while caressing the now exquisitely sensitive nub at her groin, Hazel peaked and came with a shudder, collapsing into Cyn's arms.

Cyn hugged her and walked her backwards to her bed. Hazel's knees struck the mattress and she fell back, boneless and weak. Her panties still were down around her knees.

Cyn looked at her critically.

"Hazel, you are to come to me after school tomorrow and start your womanhood lessons. You have to learn how to sexually please yourself, and how to control men. I don't want you to be a slave to your sensations and let just any boy breed you when they feel like it."

Cyn looked at her adopted daughter's damp, hairy patch.

"You are a hairy one all right. Tomorrow, we will start with a few personal grooming lessons. Its high time you learn how to trim and present yourself as a proper woman should."

Cyn headed to the bedroom door.

"Its also high time I looked in on your brother. I think it is time for him to learn a few things about becoming a man that only a woman can teach."

Cyn headed to the bedroom door.

"Its also high time I looked in on your brother. I think it is time for him to learn a few things about becoming a man that only a woman can teach.

At least he knows how to shave.

Maybe I'll get him to teach you to shave -- or will I tell Daddy to do it?"

Cyn closed the door on a shocked face and headed down to the basement where Devlin was working out after coming home from college. That was his job. Cyn wanted him to be strong and manly as he grew up so she supervised and coached his efforts on the weight lifting equipment.

Cyn was wearing her own exercise costume when she entered the weight room area. Her baggy basketball shorts and loose top were all she was wearing this time. She had discarded her damp panties when she cleaned up after bringing Hazel to her first orgasm, and she decided to take off her snug sports bra as well when she changed to the shortly nylon top and short basketball shorts.

"There you are Dev. Are you working out the sets I scheduled for you?"

"Pretty well, Mom, I just have these arm curls to finish before the dumbbell work. You said you wanted to check some things before I went to the new weight."

Cyn leaned against the door jamb and watched her adopted son curl the weights one handed with his elbow resting on the small shelf beside the window.

He was thin and wiry, with his muscles standing out in profile as he strained with the weights. Cyn liked to look at his naturally bare and hairless chest as he worked. She liked smooth men over hairy ones. Bill had to wax almost daily to come to her standards of hairlessness. She also liked that Dev had nice dark prominent nipples for a boy.

"Twenty four, twenty five. OK Dev, stow those weights and come over here, I want to check your progress."

Dev usually enjoyed this progress check when he was feeling he had done a good workout. He liked to have a physique that pleased Mom and Daddy, especially Daddy he often confessed to himself. This was the first time in a long while that Mom had wanted to do a check out before he ended.

Dev presented himself in front of Mom in the way she had taught him, feet exactly two and a half feet apart, erect with his hands clenched together, raised above his head.

Cyn took out her little cloth seamstress tape from the tiny desk in the corner. She began to measure Devlin and mark the results on her chart.

Stepping close to him she passed the tape around his chest, nipple high. Her breasts touched his chest lingeringly as she passed the tape behind him, fumbling a bit as the tape changed hands. Cyn liked the heat and slight odor of maleness coming from her son. She slid her nipples along his skin a bit before stepping back.

Cyn wondered what Dev would think, feeling her softness instead of the usual firm press of her confined breasts. Her nipples began to elongate as she thought of what she would be doing to Dev pretty soon. She marked the result carefully before measuring his waist.

Looking down, she could see a slight protruding of genetalia. She liked that in a man.

Cyn next measured Dev's biceps and fore arms before walking around behind him to appraise the looks of his back.

She slapped his buttocks as the signal to demonstrate his flexibility and Dev promptly bent forward to touch the floor with his palms straight down between his feet.

"Hold that pose, Dev; I am going to measure your upper thighs."

Cyn knelt down and passed her tape around one of the thighs straight and straining before her. The wide spread pose allowed her an almost perfect view up the loose shorts at Dev's manhood, packed tightly into his athletic supporter. She was pleased to note no hair at all in the inner thighs and upper legs. Her breath blew slightly on to his skin as she laid her cheek on one buttock to reach around and measure the other upper thigh.

"Stay like that while I write this down."

Dev wondered what his Mom wanted now.

A few seconds he felt a small hand enter the leg of his shorts and cup the pouch holding his 'jewels' as the guys in sports called them.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Just checking if you have the right kind of athletic supporter for the next series of heavier weights. Stand up and lower those shorts to half mast."

Cyn sat back on her heels and waited for Dev to comply.

"Mom do I have to?"

Cyn slapped his right buttock smartly.

"Do as I say."

"Mommm!"

Cyn slapped the other cheek.

"Do I get out the paddle, young man?"

Dev stood reluctantly and lowered his shorts to his knees.

"Spread those knees young man, and hold those pants with them."

Dev was intensely aware of his Mom right behind him as his knees reluctantly spread farther apart to hold the shorts up from the floor. He knew the straps of his jock did not even cover his anus. He felt her fingers slip under the straps and lift, stretching them away from his butt. She let them snap back.

"The tension seems about right. Does this feel a bit snug; is there room for all of you?

Dev felt the fingers sliding all over the pouch feeling the outline of his balls. The hand cupped him, lifting a bit.

"What about support? Do you feel dangly or firm?"

Cyn slid her hand around his package, noticing the elongation in the part farthest from her. She traced its outline lightly.

Dev began to feel even more embarrassed as his cock began to get stiffer and thicker.

"Is your hair control up to date, young man?"

Cyn wormed her finger under the join of straps at the rear of the pouch and peered in at the balls revealed, packed together at the rear. Is your Daddy doing a good job? Stand up!"

Cyn slapped the bare buttocks for emphasis as she walked around to look at his front.

"Reach up and clench, young man."

Cyn looked over the bare torso now completely revealed. Her nipples were stiff and she could feel them pressing on the slick inside surface of her nylon top. She stood to one side of the young Devlin and allowed her nipple to drag over his rib cage as she cupped his jock strap.

"We don't want a hernia here, do we?"

Cyn watched the elongation under the pouch straining its way to the top, trying to slip up under the waist band. She fingered it briefly and cupped the pouch lightly.

"Devlin, I think your supporter is ok. I want to supervise you wearing it as you do the next bit of workout. Let those shorts drop.

Cyn stood back and watched her son drop his shorts and turn away, heading for the barbells, while simultaneously trying to conceal his obvious stiffie from his mom.

Cyn watched her son do the required number of reps with the new weight, satisfied at his hormonal reaction as well as the full development of his genetalia. She would do a more complete examination later with Bill, but right now she wanted to see if he was susceptible to sight arousal as well.

"Devlin I want you to do the bench work now. Do some reps with the bar at this new weight. I'll spot you."

As Dev settled on the bench with his head at the end and the bar bell across the supports, his mom came and stood near his head. He was intensely aware of his semi erection still filling out his pouch. Suddenly he noticed he could see up the front of Mom's top. She had no bra!

Dev could see the tight nipples hanging down from his Mom's titties. Her teats ready to suck.

"Oh God," he groaned inwardly. He felt his boner squirming forward again. He just knew his tip would show under the waist band this time.

Then things got even worse as he raised the barbell and his mom took the final step forward to put her hands on the bar too.

Devlin saw straight up under his Mom's shorts at her spread open crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties! He could see her entire open wide vulva. There it was right up there a foot from his face, open to his view.

He licked his lips and almost lost the concentration to keep lifting the bar.

"One," said his Mom.

Dev lowered the bar. His cock strained at the band at his waist.

"Come on, now Dev, two."

Dev strained the new weight up again and looked again under his Mom's pant leg.

He saw a very slightly open long slit. It ran from the tight brown opening at her rear all the way to the front. The inner edges were slightly pink and glistening. Smooth and completely hairless, it had a powerful looking mound in front.

As Dev put the weight back down on the forked rest, the worst happened. The waist band of his jockstrap lost the struggle to contain and his cock head popped up.

"Oh God, I'm sunk." he thought.

Dev felt his mom's hands wrap around his, keeping them on the bar.

Cyn stayed there with her legs wide spread showing Dev the space between her legs as she looked down his torso at the little mouse popping out of his jock. She liked the delicious feel of being innocently exposed to her son and she especially liked his obvious reaction.

"Young man! You keep these hands here on the bar while I take a look at that athletic supporter of yours. It seems to be at least one size too small."

Dev rested there trying furiously to make his boner go away but the more he thought of it, the worse it got. He suddenly liked the idea of a woman, even his mother, looking at his erect cock even if it was hidden under some cloth. His cock strained fuller trying to slip farther out of its confinement when his Mom knelt beside him and looked it over.

He felt her warm breath on his belly as she leaned over to look at his tip. Her breasts dangled low under her top and he could see them swinging slightly as she hovered over his waist.

"Lift your legs," she said briskly.

Dev raised his legs to feel his Mom swiftly strip the waist band up and off then lift the jock free from his balls and letting his cock pop free.

In all her time as a woman this was the first time Cyn had been able to look thoroughly at a naked, non threatening male.

Growing up she had known she was a bull dyke and had never really looked at either boys or men. Bill never saw her naked and she was not interested in even looking at Bill as a sexual feature in her life. She did other personal, much less intimate things to Bill.

She knelt at his side and looked him over. She took her tape and laid it along the penis, wondering how it stayed so stiff rising in the air, pointing at Dev's chin. She went to her notebook and wrote the measurement down.

"Nice size Dev, I have dildoes that size, Mel used to prefer one like that. She liked long and slim."

Cyn ran a finger up the straining cock from balls to tip. "I am glad we decided not to have a boy circumcised at birth. Your tip looks almost like a big clit I played with once."

Cyn heard Devin groan as she ran her finger lightly around the tip.

She poised her fingers around the tip and pressed the loose skin down, revealing the complete head.

"Arlene was her name and she loved it when I did this to her."

Cyn looked up at Dev's face as he stared mesmerized at the fingers pushing the loose skin back from the head of his cock. She pulled the skin back up, pinching it closed over his cock head.

"Does this feel good, baby boy?"

She stripped the skin firmly back down, revealing the red cock head as she spoke.

"This used to drive Arlene wild."

Cyn ran her finger around the rim of the sensitive, now almost purple mushroom shaped cock head.

She watched as a single tiny globe of clear fluid sprouted at the tiny opening at the tip of Dev's cock. She touched her finger to it and spread the juice all over his tip so it glistened.

Devin gasped.

Cyn took her finger tip and sniffed it.

"This feels and smells just like an excited woman, Dev."

She ran her finger tip around the slick cock head again then stroked her finger around Dev's nostrils.

"This is what you smell like. This is what you taste like."

With the last statement, Cyn ran her finger along Dev's lips.

She looked back at the glistening cock head and swatted the side of the cock. She smiled as it bobbed and swayed to the side before coming back to a quivering stand in the middle.

"Maybe I will use this little thing as a punishment if you are naughty. A few slaps to the side should straighten you right up."

Cyn snickered.

"Oops. Straighten up. I made a joke about your privates."

Cyn smiled at Dev, "Let me make it feel better, my big baby boy."

Cyn caressed it softly again.

"Mom please," gasped Devin, "My balls are starting to ache."

Cyn stopped smoothing her hand over Dev's cock and looked down between his legs at his now bloated balls. She cuddled them up from their space between his legs in her palm.

"Nice looking balls, Dev. I see your sack is hanging loose. No hair either. I like that too."

Cyn felt around in the loose sack and outlined the balls under the loose skin.

Does your Daddy help you with the shaving, Dev?"

Dev gasped again.

"Yes, every second day. He gets me to do his cock and balls too. An exchange, he said."

"When he shaves you do you have a nice big erection like this?"

Dev shook his head.

"Usually I am sorta limp and half hard. Daddy strokes me the same as you do but maybe you know how better. But Daddy gets hard like this when I have to shave him. He pulls my penis around with the tip skin when he shaves me."

"What else does he do?"

"He likes me to pull his penis straight down between his legs and milk him while he kneels on the bed. He says that all farm boys learn that way of clearing out the surplus semen. He says he will do that for me when my erections get strong enough."

Cyn seized Dev's cock head by the loose foreskin and began to tug it around in circles. "Does your Daddy handle your cock like this?"

"Y-yes."

"But now you are stiff. I think I should clear out your surplus semen. Do you want that, my baby boy?"

Dev lay there with his hands on the cold steel barbell and thought about the strange turn of events.

He loved the touch of a woman on his equipment much more than the feel of his Daddy, Bill.

"Yes please, Mom." He said.

"Kneel up young man, knees wide on this bench and place your hands on the floor."

Cyn clapped her hands as the flustered young man stood hastily with his boner pointing straight out so it rubbed slightly across her cheek. Cyn liked the incidental caress from Devin's cock as she sniffed his arousal.

Cyn ordered Dev's knees wider until she could easily get both hands deep between his legs. She reached through and grabbed the loose skin at the tip in a vice like grip, tugging it straight back until Dev's balls were hanging over each side in their loose sack.

"Does your Daddy like you to do this to him?"

"Oh yes, Mom, how did you know?"

Cyn ran her finger around the still slick cock head. She transferred the slickness to Dev's brown pucker.

"Does he touch you here too?"

"Yyes, Mom. He says he will show me how to use it later when I am fully developed."

Cyn pressed her finger gently through the tight sphincter.

"It feels a bit like this to start. Done right I hear it feels wonderful."

Devin cocked his hips a bit to align with the probing finger but it went away.

He felt the lightest warm breath on his wide spread rump.

"Does my little baby boy need some release? Do you want me to clear out the nasty stale semen for you?"

"Please, please soon Mom."

Dev hung his head straight down and spread wider as a firm hand gripped his cock and began to strip the skin back and forth over the sensitive ridge of his cock head.

His Mom pointed his cock straight down and gripped it harder in her tiny fingers. It was almost painful when she jerked the skin suddenly off the sensitive head and rammed it down his shaft. Her knuckles bumped on his balls with every stroke and it was not long before the sensations built to an intolerable level.

Dev squeezed his eyes closed and gasped as he began to strobe jet after jet of semen from his cock.

Cyn cooed, "That's right my big boy. You empty those balls. "

She kept right on stripping the ropes of white from the cock as it jumped in her hand. She milked him thoroughly on to the towel spread between his knees as her other hand smoothed the skin of his tight butt.

When he was completely drained, she folded the towel over the puddle of semen. She gave his raised ass a tender kiss. She smoothed her hand lingeringly down to cup the hanging balls. She shook them gently.

"There there, baby boy, all empty now. Go take your shower and meet me in your bedroom in a half hour. Be properly dressed for track and field."

The story continues.

No persons living or dead are intended to be portrayed.

This is complete fiction and all main and incidental characters are over 18 even if the exact age is not stated.

Hazel needs new undies to go with her burgeoning maturity and developing chest.

Mom wants to get her brother involved in his heterosexual development which means more exposure to feminine charms after his exposure to his Dad's preferences.

This chapter sets up the shopping expedition and some later sexual explorations by the siblings in cumming chapters.

Hope you like the cliffs, and the hangers . . . M2

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Dev didn't know what his Mom wanted when she told him to be properly dressed for track and field.

Did she want him in the sprinter shorts and shirt or did she want him in his track suit?

He knew his Mom.

Whatever he chose, it would be the other one she wanted.

Sometimes he was sure she was playing a secret game with him just so she could humiliate and punish him.

He put on the track suit.

Then he took it off and put on the running shorts.

Both Bill and Mom wanted him to put them on when he exercised. He thought that this time Mom would take him to the track and make him do sprints.

He hated that.

Girls would often come and watch him as he ran the 100 repeatedly. He was shy and didn't appreciate their cat calls as he came past them.

He knew he wasn't supposed to wear anything under them; he had to cut weight for more speed according to dad. Both mom and dad would often feel to make sure there was no excess weight.

He was just pulling his shorts up when Mom barged in as usual without knocking.

Mom was towing Hazel by the arm as she came into the room and saw her son pulling up the silky track shorts.

Dev hated that Haze would see him being humiliated. Mom did that all the time. She even did it to Hazel too. Talking about Hazel's intimate stuff right in front of him.

"Stand straight and face us young man!" said Mom.

Dev stood and faced the two women promptly. He knew better than to be slow about obeying Cyn's commands.

He saw that Hazel had a sturdy straight back wooden desk chair in her hand.

He had an identical one beside his bed, and wondered what that was about.

"Hazel, put that chair down here and go sit on that bed!"

Dev figured he would soon find out, and he was pretty sure it would embarrass him in front of Hazel.

His Mom placed the two chairs a foot apart in front of his bed.

"Devlin I told you to put your track suit on, but there you are wearing your sprinter shorts."

Devlin hung his head muttering, "Sorry Mom."

"I will make you sorry young man, Over my lap!"

Devlin knew it would only get worse if he protested so he reluctantly approached his Mom.

Cyn swiveled her chair around so that the reluctant Dev would present his entire backside to his sister when he bent over her lap to be spanked.

Things got worse right away when his Mom stopped him just before getting down to lie over her lap.

Mom made him stand there with his feet apart as she checked the fit of his shorts.

"Hold still young man. Did you wear the proper under things for these shorts?"

Dev hung his head and nodded.

"Speak!" Mom slapped his ass sharply.

"Yes, mama." Dev whispered.

"And what is the proper under thing for these shorts?"

Dev blushed. "Nothing, mama."

Cyn looked over at her daughter who was staring mesmerized at the silky shorts covering her brother's ass.

Hazel honey, you are going to see what a proper fit means today. Here is your brother. I think he is getting a little too big for his britches and needs new shorts just like you need new undies.

She ran her hand all over Dev's ass as she spoke, tucking her fingers deep into the crease between his buns. Hazel watched her brother's ass become well defined in the thin nylon shorts. Her mother spun Dev around while keeping one hand on his ass cheek.

Front on, Hazel could see a bit of loose fabric right in the middle. Then her mom began to slide her hand over the loose bit.

"Give me your hand Hazel."

Dev groaned inwardly. He was beginning to get another stiffie even after his mom had milked him just a half hour ago.

Hazel's long bony fingers trembled lightly on Dev's package.

"Feel how there is so little room for him to move freely?"

Her mother pressed Hazel's hand deeper between her brother's legs to feel the soft mass of his testicles. Hazel was amazed at how soft they felt, and how heavy. She cupped them in her hand and the warm balls almost filled her palm.

Mom said "Wider!"

Dev spread a bit wider to allow his sister to feel his balls freely in their thin nylon package. His stiffie was growing with every second. He was sure Hazel would see it and laugh at him. He hunched over to conceal the amount his boner was sticking out, but his mom made him straighten up again.

"Hazel sit back and look at this."

Hazel gave Dev a little squeeze and let her fingers slide softly from Dev's balls as she returned her fingers to her lap. She smiled encouragingly at her brother's troubled face.

Hazel watched fascinated as her mother's finger traced the outline of Dev's erection. She felt a little warmth in her between the legs crack that her mother had been exploring this morning. She hoped she would not get her panties wet.

Hazel thought to herself, "I kind of like seeing what a guy's cock looks like when he gets hard. But poor Dev, it must be humiliating to have to show me like that."

Hazel watched as her mother slid the erection around under the thin fabric, explaining to her the mechanics of how it got so hard.

Mother said. "Hazel, just give it a quick squeeze here."

Hazel's mother slid her finger to a point at the middle of her brother's penis.

Hazel's trembling fingers touched her brother's penis in the middle and her mother grasped Hazel's fingers, pressing them around the shaft.

"Now squeeze and shake it a bit."

Hazel's tongue showed in concentration as she tentatively squeezed her brother's nylon clad boner. She wondered what Dev was thinking as she did this very un sisterly thing to him. She also felt her panties getting even more damp.

Cyn smiled secretly to herself as she watched her daughter's first ever experience handling a boy's cock through his shorts.

"OK Hazel, that's enough for the lesson. Now for the crime and punishment part."

Cyn sat in the chair and motioned Dev to prostrate himself over her lap.

His face now beet red, Dev pointed his boner at Mom's lap and tentively laid himself across, holding himself a few inches back so his boner wouldn't touch her lap. Cyn grabbed Dev's shorts at the waist behind him and hauled him up over her lap, trapping his stiff cock between her knees.

Hazel now knew her mother really did spank Dev the way she spanked her. She wondered if Dev would have to lower his pants to get his punishment on his bare bottom too.

"Hands on the floor, young man! Feet apart; you know the drill."

Cyn ran her hands all over the cheeks of the spread buns. Hazel could see the bundle of Dev's package pointing down between her mother's knees.

Suddenly she wondered what her mother felt as the stiff penis was trapped between her thighs. Did her mother feel the whole length? Did it wiggle around with every swat? She watched her mother's small hand caressing the buns and then dipping down to feel Dev's trapped package.

"I have to make sure you are secure, baby boy so I don't swat these balls of yours. That could be damaging."

Cyn looked at Hazel's avid eyes as she fondled Dev between his thighs.

"Hazel, I can't see from here, check if your brother's balls are out of harm's way.

Hazel looked deep between her brother's open legs and said, "Mom, they seem to be."

Cyn smiled inwardly and spoke to herself. "The little minx. I bet she wants to feel them too."

"Hazel, don't be silly. Feel them and be sure. You can't see anything through that fabric."

Dev turned even more pink in the face as he felt the long bony fingers of his sister probe his balls.

She took her time. She outlined each one and moved it around in his sack, finally finishing by pressing firmly on the root of his hardened cock. His sister's fingers felt seriously exciting as he laid there helpless. He suddenly realized liked being helpless and sexually exploited.

"He seems to be free and clear, Mom."

The fingers withdrew and . . . SWAT!

His left cheek stung.

SWAT to the right.

A long pause for the heat to penetrate while Dev squirmed in silence. He felt his cock head slithering against the silky shorts squeezed deep between his mother's thighs.

Eight swats later the punishment was over but Dev had another problem.

His movement as his Mom had swatted his buttocks had provided salacious sensations to his straining cock. His mother had secretly squeezed her legs together as he writhed over her lap. His cock head had lubricated as he squirmed and Dev was certain he would show a damp spot in front when he stood back up. He was also certain that five more swats would have him squirting as well. What a complete mess that would be!

"Stand up, young man and let your sister feel the heat now."

Dev cautiously stood up and faced his Mom while he could feel his sister's eyes going over his tight clad buns. His boner felt like a lead bar between his legs. Heavy and thick, balancing and bobbing under the tension.

Cyn stared at Dev's downcast eyes and trailed her eyes down. She hoped she would see some dampness and was not disappointed.

"Devlin, you bad boy. Look at what you did!"

Dev looked down and saw the evidence. A dark spot in the tented front of his short track pants. He put his hands over it.

"Turn around and stand straight, young man! Hands at your sides."

Dev reluctantly turned to face his sister and stood straight. He saw her eyes looking straight at the damp spot his horny cock had made under the pants. His ego shrank to a tiny point and his boner wilted just as fast.

Hazel looked up to his eyes with a bit of pity shadowing her face.

"Hazel, smell that damp spot and tell me what it smells like."

"MOM!"

Two young voices said the same thing at the same time.

"You heard me missy. Tell me what it smells like if you know what is good for you.

Hazel leaned forward reluctantly and sniffed the air near Dev.

"NO! Not like that. Grab his hips in your hand and put your nose right on the spot."

Cyn grabbed Devin's hands behind his back and nudged his hips forward for Hazel to grasp.

Hazel slipped her long and bony fingers around her brother's slim hips and leaned forward to sniff his damp spot.

Dev, embarrassed, watched his sister dip gracefully forward and saw her tiny breasts come in to view. He could see down the front of her modest white shirt. They were tightly covered in a grayish white bra. Farther down he saw the waist band of her white panties.

His cock involuntarily started to swell again.

Cyn said, "What does it smell like, Hazel? Be truthful."

Hazel said in a tiny voice, "It smells almost like me."

"Like you, Hazel? Like you when? After a shower? Wearing perfume? Be specific or you will get the same thing I just dished out."

Hazel looked down at her lap. The lap that was hiding her own moisture now seeping from between her nether lips into her white panties. The fresh panties that her mother had supervised her putting on.

Sitting on the bed she was the same height as Dev. Her face was crimson at having to sniff her brother's cock juice right off his pants, and feel him up all over his crotch.

What must he be thinking of her?

Did he think she was a slut?

Did he think she put her mother up to this so she could find out about boys?

She looked up at his face and saw he was as embarrassed as she by this unusual situation.

Almost inaudibly she said, "It smells like me when you were rubbing my slit."

"SPEAK LOUDER"

Hazel repeated in a quivering voice, "It smells like me."

"It smells like you WHEN?"

Hazel's tremulous reply came after a long indrawn breath.

"Wwwhen my sex gets excited."

She looked up pleadingly at her brother's rapt face.

"Now Hazel, you have seen your brother almost naked in these revealing shorts and seen how he gets excited by being probed and punished. Now you know his juices smell like yours.

It is time to show your brother what your shorts look like before we go shopping."

"MOTHER!"

"Fair is fair little miss. Stand up, and up with that skirt."

Hazel blushed crimson at the command.

She knew she had to do it. She just knew her mother would spot the dampness deep down between her legs.

She shook her head.

Cyn smiled inwardly.

She said, "You will regret that insolence later little miss."

Cyn pushed Devlin onto one of the two straight back chairs and repeated her demand.

Hazel reluctantly raised her skirt so her panties just showed below the hem.

Devlin sat, his face now level with his sister's crotch and stared straight ahead. His boner was creeping up again. He saw her long hands raise the hem, and a tiny white patch showed between her wide set thighs.

Cyn snapped, "Higher."

Hazel inched the hem up another two inches.

She looked at her brother's hungry eyes staring into her crotch.

"Oh God I feel so slutty," Hazel said to herself as she raised the concealing skirt even farther.

Hazel looked around the room for something to distract her, but there was nothing except a picture of her step father on the wall.

She imagined him looking at her the same way, right beside Devlin and her sex began to moisten even more. She admired Bill's deep voice and manly figure.

Cyn ordered Hazel to stand still and face the chair as she stepped forward to show the white panties to Devlin.

"Feet apart little miss."

Hazel reluctantly and slowly shuffled her feet a bit farther apart.

"WIDER!"

Finally her mother seemed satisfied when her feet were almost three feet apart and her skirt was up at her waist, fully on display with her dampened white panties on view.

Cyn stepped forward and sat beside Devlin to point out the features of his sister's panties.

Devlin could see right away that his sister had dark hair under her panties.

A distinct shadow showed in the white, and plenty of dark brown curly hairs peeped out from around the leg holes.

His Mom ran her finger around the leg holes explaining what a high cut and a low cut looked like.

His Mom traced the line of low rise right above his sister's big mound, and she traced the leg opening styles for boy-shorts.

Cyn cupped her daughter's mound.

"A bikini or a thong just covers here. Your sister will not be allowed to wear those slutty things while she lives in my home. You and I will do spot checks from now on."

Hazel cringed inwardly as her mother probed deeper between her legs.

"Oh my," said Cyn. "Devlin, it seems your sister is lubricating".

Cyn stood rapidly and moved her chair so the back faced Devlin.

She grabbed her daughter by the arm and dragged her around to face the back of the empty chair.

"Bend over the back of this chair little miss."

Hazel reluctantly bent over the chair, placing her hands on the seat with her arms extended.

"No, not like that. Elbows on the seat and keep your head down."

Hazel slumped lower, cradling her head on her forearms as she bent way over the chair back.

Cyn stuck her foot between Hazel's feet and told her to spread and keep her knees straight.

Hazel's heart sank. She could just feel a spanking coming on, right in front of her own brother. She hoped her modesty would be preserved by her skirt.

Cyn stood at her side and surprised her.

"No spanking for now, little miss. Right now your brother needs to learn something."

"Oh God, no!" Hazel cringed inwardly.

She was surprised by the next thing her mother said anyway.

Cyn said, "Devlin, you pay attention to me. Place your hands behind your back. No touching girls without permission. Ever."

Hazel thought, "Whew, at least Dev isn't going to feel me up all over my panties the way I had to feel him."

Cyn then tucked her daughter's skirt right up over her hips to display Hazel's wide rear end completely spread for Devlin to look over.

Devlin looked for the first time at a girl's crotch from behind, even if it was still covered in white panties.

He could see the dark stain of Hazel's excitement right in the middle. He watched his Mom trace his sister's panties again.

"See here my little boy, look at this. This is what is called the gusset."

Cyn traced the seam that seemed to attach another bit of cloth right between the legs of his sister's panties.

"The gusset material is double or even more thickly sewn to absorb a woman's secretions."

Cyn patted her daughter's wide spread crotch right on the gusset she was describing.

"Look it over carefully."

Hazel felt mortified displayed like this to her brother. Wide open and obviously having been sexually excited. Her panties were telling the tale of her secret desires and emotions.

Devlin was amazed at the length of the line running up his sister's crotch. The whole gusset and crotch area seemed to be a mile long, with Hazel's dark and curly hair spilling out along the length at either side. He liked the looks of the straining tendons on her lean thighs. They outlined a square area right at the middle of his sister's crotch. He suddenly thought he understood the meaning of the phrase 'a woman's box'.

He watched as his mother ran her finger slowly up and down the gusset, pressing the material into his sister's crack.

Cyn stopped tucking the white and now very damp cloth into her daughter's slit. She saw Hazel's dense and tightly curled pubic hair peeping even farther from both sides, framing the damp dark trail of her excitement.

She put her other hand on Devlin's neck.

"Remember young man, no touching. Keep those hands behind your back."

Cyn placed one hand on Hazel's lower back and guided Devlin's face closer to his sister's presented crotch.

Devlin inhaled through his nose and smelled a distinct musty odor much like he remembered from his own sperm milking.

Cyn smiled to herself as she watched her son sniffing at Hazel's panties.

She suddenly mashed Devlin's whole face deep between Hazel's legs, burying his nose in her damp panties.

Releasing Devlin, she told Hazel to stand up again.

"All right you two, its time to go shopping.

Fresh undies for both of you and no time to really clean yourselves up. Be down to the kitchen in five minutes."

Cyn looked at her watch.

"We have to get to the mall on time for some shopping."