Chapter One - Memories of Yesteryear.A young boy discovers that he likes to “hang around” with his cousins. He also finds out that being spanked ...oes something other than cause him pain, but he is too young to know what is happening. No sexual content in this chapter. This chapter starts pretty slow so if you just want to read the more explicit stuff, skip to chapter two. = = = = = = = To understand how I got myself into this, you have to understand that I have a spanking fetish. I have. I opened my sister's bedroom door quietly and noticed that she had her eyes closed. She had no idea that I was in the room. She was completely naked lying on the bed with one hand squeezing her left tit and her right hand was busy frigging her clit. I walked over to her bed and watched her for a moment but a moment was all I could stand. She looked so good I just had to do something. I decided that I wanted to kiss her tits first. So since she was squeezing the left I put my lips on the right. Nor can he silence his conscience with what for him would be an empty rationalization: fulfilling needs that Sam can’t or won’t. He still isn’t fully reconciled by the time they’ve showered and he walks her to her car on the Hilton parking lot. ‘Well, I’ll guess I’ll see you on Yom Kippur,’ he says. ‘Your parents invited me to break fast with them.’ ‘Yes, that’s right, I had almost forgotten.’ She giggles. ‘And after what you just did for me in there, it won’t be easy pretending that our sole. Things were obviously out of control at this point, and I didn't know what I should do about it, if anything one way or the other. But sitting there watching her as she actually began playing with herself wasn't something I suddenly wanted her to not finish doing either."Jerk it off for me," she said then. "I want to see it," she added as she turned slightly towards me, her own fingers now rubbing against her clit as she exposed her most intimate parts towards me.Somehow I managed to convince.