As I mentioned myparents were big on corporal punishment for the boys and my father had awooden rod that he used regularly. He broke it on me that day...I thought matters had died down a bit until about two weeks later when mymother took me shopping with her in to town. This wasn't too unusual asshe was operating something of a 'divide and conquer' policy and mysister was at a birthday party.It started off much as usual, me complaining and being dragged aroundboring stores looking at god knows. When she stood it hung down from her back where it was attached and therefore jutted out like a nice ass should. When she was prone, you would think that the same attachment point would cause the weight of her fat laden bottom to shift and allow it to sag down towards the bed. But no, that wasn't the case at all, thank God. I could see her crack through the panties and the top of her crack just barley peeked out from under them. The rest of her butt was covered in soft, white cotton and was. She truly enjoyed shocking me and making me ask her uncomfortable questions. She wanted to corrupt me. She did.Monica also had a large collection of sex toys. She left them out in our room. On her bed or on her bedside table. I had never seen dildos or vibrators in person. I knew what they were but never touched one. I was afraid of them for a while and then became curious about them.I remember them well. Monica’s vibrators were a little, white pocket rocket and larger purple vibrator with a. .. I forgot you were in here!' I tried to say, while a rock began to form within my shorts. "It's fine... sorry.. I mean.. I forgot.." and her face went red with embrassement. She quickly wrapped herself with a towel and got out of the tent without another word. I zipped the tent back up after her and looked over towards her side. I saw her pink panties laying on top of her sleeping bag and my temptations took over as I reached over and sniffed them. The mixture of fresh laundry and slight.