Her eyes widened as she gazed at his prick. It was as big as Jimmy's and he had indeed grown more hair on not only his crotch, but on his balls too.Th... horny teenager held her breath. Both her brothers were turning into studs. How exciting!Billy dried his crotch and hummed a tune as he examined his face in the mirror over the sink. She squinted to see into the room. He was looking for signs of a beard on his chin. She almost giggled.But what drew her attention was his prick. It was long and. Jasmine was crying out through clenched teeth with each stroke, eyes alternatively squeezed shut and opened wide as the blows landed. She was just enduring, holding on while the storm of Julia’s anger broke on her. I lost count after thirty or so hard, stinging strokes. Julia had started adding a little upward flick to the end of each stoke, and it seemed to have the desired effect, making Jasmine’s legs kick her back arch as she tried to deal with the pain. At last, Julia stopped. Jasmine was. "If everyone shows, and that is a big if, we should be a party of nine."I set out enough dishware for nine.It was time to get ready. I got undressed, showered, slipped on black lace panties and a matching bra, shaved again, and re-applied my makeup. My dress for this evening was a red festival dress. It had enough of a V-neck to draw your eye without showing much cleavage.I slipped the dress over my head, put on my wig, added my larger hoop earrings and finished with the same black slingback. I smiled at him, and took the box. Why wasn't I mad at him? I probablywould have yelled at him if he had done that yesterday. But today, well,things were different. There was no malicious intent. He just wanted meto open one of the biggest boxes in my pile, just like he had beendoing. He wanted his sister to be happy. And some crazy new part of mewanted to make him happy. That certainly wasn't a part of myself thatwas very familiar to me. I never wanted to make him unhappy, but Icouldn't say.