The Lovable Curmudgeon
Copyright 2026 by The Lovable Curmudgeon, all rights reserved
[1,490 words]
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
Chapter 2
The next day Bobby awoke to the smell of pancakes on the griddle. It was a Sunday tradition at their house for mother
to make them and for all of them to have breakfast together in their pj’s. Bobby and his father stepped into the
hallway at the same time.
“Morning, dad!” Bobby said with a smile.
Bobby’s dad chuckled and patted him on the back. Bobby was somewhat taken aback by the gesture, but just shrugged it
off as they headed down the hall. As usual, Susan was the last to arise. So Bobby’s dad went into her room to get her.
Bobby stood in the doorway as his father gave Susan a gentle nudge. She smiled, stretched and threw back the covers.
Her young nipples were at full attention, pressing against the fabric of her pajama top and it was plain to see she
wasn’t wearing a bra beneath.
“Morning, dad!” Susan said with a sweet smile, while sniffing the air. “Oh boy! Pancakes!”
Bobby’s dad chuckled and headed for the door. He looked at Bobby with a grin and whispered, “Cheeky monkey.”
Bobby instantly turned beet red, suddenly realizing that his father must have known all along that he was the one who
got Susan ready for bed the night before and that he now knew Susan’s bra was removed in the process. Bobby and his
father headed downstairs with Susan lagging behind. Bobby and his father sat down just as Bobby’s mom placed a stack
of steaming pancakes on the table. Susan followed, fidgeting with the waistband of her pajama bottom.
“Something wrong, dear?” Bobby’s mom said with a look of concern.
Susan kept trying to adjust her pajama bottoms. “My pajamas are on the wrong way around.”
Bobby’s face went from red to white, while his father sat there fighting back a snicker. Susan just laughed and sat
down to eat with her pajama bottoms backwards.
“Guess mom was tired too last night. Huh?” Susan quipped, teasing her about the pj’s.
“Don’t look at me, dear. I’m not the one put you to bed last night.”
Susan looked at her father with wide eyes. “You mean… dad put me to bed?”
Susan began to blush thinking her father had undressed her and put her to bed. Still not realizing it was Bobby.
“I had nothing to do with it.” Bobby’s dad nodded towards him with a muffled chuckle as he took several pancakes from
the stack.
Susan was mortified, folding her arms over her chest in embarrassment. “OMG! I’m going to die. I’m going to die right
here at Sunday breakfast.”
Their mother smiled at Susan. “He’s your brother dear. Nothing to be embarrassed about. It was very thoughtful of him
to get you into your pajamas. Albeit the wrong way around.” She snickered.
It was about that time Susan realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra and that her brother must have taken it off her
and seen everything. Susan pulled out the neck of her pajama top and peeped down at herself to confirm, then started
stammering while pointing at Bobby.
“D- did you…?”
Their father interrupted with a grin, “Anyone seen anything interesting lately?”
Bobby slumped down in his chair trying to disappear with a piece of pancake sticking out of his mouth.
Their mother sat down at the table, oblivious to what her husband was getting at.
“Well there was lots of interesting sights at the amusement park yesterday.”
Susan kept staring at Bobby from across the table as he slumped further down in his chair. Their father chimed in
again without looking up from his plate.
“Yeah, that twin peaks exhibit was certainly a highlight. Don’t you think so, Bob?”
Bobby spit a piece of pancake across the table, nearly choking on it. Bobby’s mom patted him on the back.
“You okay, dear? You must chew your food more carefully before swallowing.”
Susan gave Bobby a sneer, letting him know this wasn’t over. Bobby finished his breakfast in silence, knowing he’d
have to face his sister afterward.
After helping clear the table, Bobby was the first to make a dash for his room, but Susan was close behind. She
followed him into his room and closed the door behind them.
“What the hell, Bobby! You actually stripped me in my sleep?”
Susan had Bobby backed into a corner waiting for an answer as she clutched her pajama top close to her chest.
“It- it wasn’t like that, sis. You feel asleep in the car. I carried you into the house and mom said to take you on up
to bed. So I did.”
Susan calmed slightly hearing that it was their mother’s idea, but then fired back, “Did she tell you to take all my
clothes off too?”
Bobby started stammering. “W- well not exactly. She said not to put you in bed with your shoes on. So I figured she
wouldn’t want you to sleep in your clothes either and decided to put your pj’s on you. That’s all. Mom even said it
was thoughtful of me.”
Knowing that momentarily took some of the wind out of Susan’s sails. “Oh, well I guess then… Hey wait a minute! You
didn’t have to take my bra off to get my pajamas on me and I know darn well mom didn’t say that was thoughtful of
you!”
Bobby knew Susan had him on that one. Removing her bra was just a gratuitous move on his part in order to see her bare
breasts. Even so, he made a last ditch effort to wiggle his way out of it. “I- I didn’t think you slept in your bra
and I- I thought you’d be more comfortable without it. That- that’s the only reason I took it off you.”
No one was buying that story. Least of all Susan. She looked Bobby right in the eye, knowing he couldn’t lie to her
when she did so. “Did you touch them too?”
His expression more than answered her question, but Bobby, who could never lie to his sister just looked down and
fessed up. “W- well just a little.”
Susan clutched her pajama top tighter to her chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Bobby put his index finger out. “I kinda gave your nipples a poke. Just lightly though, honest. Then I put your pajama
top on you. Honest sis!”
Susan had a half smirk on her lips now. “That’s it? I’m lying there topless and you just barely touch a nipple? She
looks down at herself below the waist, almost afraid to ask. And... down there… did you…?”
Bobby’s eyes got big as saucers. “No sis. Honest. I’d never… well I would, but I didn’t. I mean, w-well I might have
touched your bottom a little, but your panties were up the whole time and it was just a second and…”
Susan watched Bobby squirm for a moment then bursts out laughing. “Oh my goodness, that’s priceless! You’ve got me
down to my panties and all you do is touch my boobs with one finger and pat my behind!”
She throws her arms around Bobby’s neck and kisses his cheek. “You’re the best brother ever!”
Bobby was dumbfounded by her reaction. “You’re not… You’re not mad?
Susan kissed his cheek again and stepped back. “I’m pissed! But how can I stay mad at you now? You didn’t do anything
all that bad. You just put me to bed like a good pevy big brother.”
Susan started to leave, but then turned back, shyly looking down. “So… what did you think? Um… my body I mean? Am I…?
Are they…?”
“Are they what?” Bobby wasn’t altogether sure what she was getting at.
Susan rolled her eyes, “My boobs you goof! You got a good look. So what’d ya think?”
Bobby found himself staring down at Susan’s chest. “I- I don’t know… they’re alright I guess. I mean, you’re my
sister. I can’t just critique your boobs.”
Susan was getting a kick out of watching Bobby squirm. “Oh I see, you have no problem taking off your sister’s
clothes, but you struggle giving an opinion on what you saw?”
Bobby let out a sigh. “Fine… y- you have a nice little body. Alright there, I said it. Happy now?”
Bobby was blushing more than Susan now and she was loving it. “So did you… get excited when you saw me?” Before Bobby
could answer, Susan began to giggle, not really expecting him to.
“Hey! That’s not fair. You know guys can’t help that stuff. It’s just a reflex.” Bobby laughed as well. “You’re not
going to let me off the hook, are you?”
Susan shrugged, “Well… we’ll see.”
Susan left Bobby’s room, giving her hips some extra sway as she departed. Bobby smiled at her playful tease, relieved
that she was no longer upset with him.