Adam had heard her sigh of frustration and waited for it. It was amazing he heard it at all, over the shuffling sounds of her laundry he was doing it. However, upon hearing it, he instantaneously shuddered, freezing on the stop. He counted one, two, three breaths, and then-

"Adam!"

Now it was his turn to sigh. Quickly, he tossed the rest of her tees and panties in the laundry basket and sprinted to her room; he had learned the lesson of procrastinating a week or so before, he didn't need a review.

He halted in the door way, waiting at attention. Laurissa slowly, smoothly sat up, motioning him forward. She hadn't noticed the soft chugging sound of the washing machine down the hall until now, so engrossed in her studies. She asked almost conversationally, "Laundry?"

Not sure if he was allowed to answer this seemingly innocent question with a verbal response, Adam nodded, subconsciously covering his groin with his hands.

She gave him a stern look, and reluctantly he removed the offending blockade. Suddenly, the flat, bored look in her eyes replaced by a devious sparkle, she punched him the nuts, her knuckles as extended as she could possibly make them. Without removing her fist, she said just as casually, "You know, you put a pair of my pink panties in with my favorite white tee last time." She twisted her hand, making sure to grind his nuts in nicely.

Adam whimpered in apology, trying to stay standing while trying not to let his voice break as he stuttered, "I-I'm sor-sorry."

Immediately, she withdrew fist, giving him another look. "Not only did you just speak aloud," she began, throwing her bare legs over the edge of the bed, "but you also did not refer to me properly."

She was so small compared to him then; sitting on the bed she barely reached his chest. Growth spurts had definitely done Adam well; already he was edging six foot, whereas Laurissa was only of medium height. She leaned back on her bed, resting upon her elbows. Adam couldn't concentrate on what she was saying to him; her snug white tee (he noticed the faint pink tint, this must be the favorite tee that got him in trouble) made her breasts so pronounced, so touchable. Her long legs stretched out, tapping the floor. She was only wearing her small pajama shorts otherwise, and white ankle socks.

"Adam!" She snapped suddenly, "Are you not paying attention to me?" He realized then her left foot was positioned directly under his slightly spread legs. He gulped, knowing there was no way out of this one.

He barely had time to gulp when her foot came crashing upwards into his balls, smashing them to what he thought must have been the most painful oblivion. His vision whited out and he began crumpling forward onto her still extended leg. Laurissa wiggled her toes for added effect, which she saw Adam appreciated through his moans.

Having been wearing only his particular pajamas- boxers and a simple Hanes tee- Adam got the full brunt of the kick. Even through the thick ankle-socks, Laurissa felt his warmth, the slippery mess that was his sac. Raising her foot an inch or two, she felt the base of his cock, and his cock lock.

Finally, she left him be, getting up and walking over him in his fetal position. She stood in the doorway, smirking to herself as she realized he was crying a bit. When she came back from the kitchen, a glass of orange juice in her hand, he was still sniffling a bit, his cheeks tearstained.

She sat on her bed once more, and, setting her glass down on the stand, patted the spot beside her. Unsteadily, Adam rose to his feet, limping over. She embraced him, kissing his cheek in a light, sisterly way.

"You'd think you'd have gotten used to this much," she said, somewhat sympathetic, somewhat condescending. Laurissa laughed at the hurt expression he wore. "Oh Adam, don't be such a sore sport! Besides," she said, her smile brighter, "Today's your lucky day!"

Immediately Adam perked up, the sensations of pain still there, but ebbing away into a dull ache. He couldn't help but to get his hopes up as he watched his sister pull out the key from between her rounded breasts. She teased him by waggling it in front of his pleading eyes. Already, his hands were touching himself through the fabric of his boxers, rubbing.

"Feeling better so soon?"

He nodded, the ache for release so much greater than that of the pain she had just so recently inflicted. His eyes were hopeful, looking into hers with such a look she laughed again.

"Strip then," she ordered, standing up. Awkwardly, he got up, still uncomfortable with her seeing him naked, though it wouldn't be the first time, for sure. Besides from the sometimes bare-contact beatings she inflicted upon his stuff, and the whole actual cock-locking, Laurissa had given Adam a "test" handjob and blowjob, just to see if it really did keep him from doing such naughty things as ejaculating. Unfortunately for him, it did, and quite well.

He stood shyly in front of her, not knowing what she wanted him to do now. He would do anything for this, and they both knew it. She stood smirking at him, and asked sweetly, "How long has it been, Adam?"

He didn't answer only for fear of reprisal, but knew full well it had been over a month since he last masturbated- the act that had gotten him into this rotten predictament in the first place! She nodded, understanding his concern, and encouraged, "It's okay to talk now, Adam. Tell me, how long has it been?" She was enjoying this, he knew.

"A couple days over a month," he said, looking embarrassedly at his feet. Already his cock stood almost at full attention, bobbing ever so slightly.

"How're they feeling? I bet they're nice and tight, huh? Remember to tell me how bad it hurts getting hit after you got a nice jack-off session, okay?" She was talking in such a sweet voice, as if discussing such polite matters as chores or schoolwork.

He was shifting his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably, hands grasping one another. He just wanted to cum so badly, he couldn't take this stalling much longer. Without thinking, he started, "Umm, ma'am?"

"Yes?" Laurissa asked sharply.

Adam faltered, his hands lamely pointing to his cock, now standing proudly against his tummy. The lock's plastic body looked as if it was bursting with his flesh. He could feel the pinching sensations all along his shaft where the seam started, but the ache, oh god the ache in his balls was so much worse!

Laurissa rolled her eyes; if she stopped this now and made him put his clothes back on, he wouldn't stop whining for hours, even with punches and kicks. 'Poor boy wouldn't be able to help it,' she thought to herself before instructing him, "Lay back on the bed, Adam."

He did so, leaning up against her pillows, propping himself up on his arms. Obviously he wanted to watch. She again took out the key from between her breasts and carefully unlocked the lock. Adam gasped when he felt such a release and the cold air hit his penis.

She chuckled at his reaction, gently gripping his shaft. The boy bit his lip; he didn't realize she would be the one doing this. He just figured she'd set a time limit and let him lock himself in the bathroom. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with such a good feeling, such a warm and thick feeling all over. Laurissa was using one hand, her thumb rubbing the underside of his lower shaft and then head, alternating between the two. Adam gasped again, biting his lip harder, his head back, eyes lolling. He squirmed in pleasure, amazed how long Laurissa could keep this up without him messing already.

Without warning, her pursed lips enveloped his swollen head, the tip of her tongue exploring his length. He clutched the nearest pillow, willing himself not to cum in her mouth, knowing she'd probably end up castrating him if he did so. But she was going so slowly! He was going crazy over her soft, sensual licks and flickers of the tongue, he couldn't help it.

He tried to make out some kind of signal that he was about to cum, but she only heard the same moans of pleasure he was making moments before. Her eyes widened as she swallowed his stuff, feeling the liquidy warmth run down her throat. One last gulp, and she licked her lips. Adam couldn't believe it; he had saved up for so long, and his sister just took it like nothing. He felt it surge through and out of him- it had to be more than a hot cup!

His own eyes wide with exhaustion, shock from such a cozy settling feeling, and now trepidition over what she'd do to him now that he just cummed in her throat, Adam tried to sink into the afterglow of such a great jack off. He practically melted into the fluffy bedding and pillows.

His little trip to paradise was cut short when he felt Laurissa's fingers pinch the end of his cock, right underneath the head, pulling it as far forward as possible, much to Adam's discomfort. It was super sensitive now, even more so that it was usually. He squirmed a bit, jumping slightly as she snapped the cock lock back on. It hurt, pinching his skin, and made his eyes water a bit.

"Aw, what's a matter, Adders, didn't you like that? I thought you liked it when I played with your cock," she said, pinching the skin left exposed with her nails. Automatically, his legs were drawn to his chest, trying to stop her, but she pushed them down, relinquishing her grip now onto his low hanging sac.

He let out a shriek; to have her handling so roughly his nads after such a release! A long whimper escaped his lips; he couldn't help it now. Her hand was grasping his pouch, pulling, tugging.

He couldn't take it anymore, he cried out, "Stop! Please, mnfff, stop!" Adam bit the pillow, trying to stifle his sobs and screams.

Finally, Laurissa relented after one last vicious twist of his nuts, to which he responded with a shrill yelp. She tossed his clothes upon him, and, walking out of the doorway, told him, "Get off my bed, now. You better wash that bedding before I have to go to sleep tonight, too."

She only heard Adam's soft sniffles and whimpers as he clutched himself, holding what was so dear to him close.