Classes had just started and, to save money, Greg moved in with his sister who had an apartment near the campus. Things seemed to be working out petty well. Greg helped Lisa with her homework and her grades began to improve. He had always envied his sister's popularity; a cheerleader, class president and prom queen, while Greg had always been a bookworm.
It was Friday night and that meant he would settle in with the TV and Lisa would be going out for the night. After a couple of months, Greg began to feel a lot of tension around his sister, which was new; they had always been close.
One day Greg finally decided to approach her, “Hey Sis, what's up? You seem to be very uptight lately."
"Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it."
Greg put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly. She just shook her head, and he let it drop. But he noticed over the next couple of weeks that it got worse after one of her club meetings that she attended. So he tried approaching her again, "I noticed that you seem more uptight after your meetings. Are things not going well for you?"
She smiled at him. "I never could keep anything from you, could I?" She paused and looked down before continuing. "I started a club with some of my girlfriends my freshman year and now they are talking about kicking me out. I don't fit in any more."
"You know that I would help in any way if I could."
Lisa got a momentary glint in her eye that disappeared just as quickly. "No, some things I can't ask of you. It was fun but I guess it is over with."
Greg dropped the subject but couldn't forget about it. He tried to cheer her up for several days. Friday night came but his sister did not start getting ready to go out with her friends. Instead she sat down next to him. The girls are coming over tonight to tell me that I am out. I'm going to want some privacy, so could you go to the movies or something?"
He agreed and was in the bedroom when there was a knock at the door. It was the other five members of the club. They all sat down in the living room and began talking. Lisa was begging for an extension but the other girls all said no. Finally, one of the girls stood up, pulled out a piece of paper and began reading it.
"In accordance with the bylaws of this club you must present the group someone for your demonstration of skill or hereby forfeit membership in the B.B.S. This comes as a loss to all of us Lisa. You were one of the finest."
When she sat down one of the other girls piped up, "Yeah, too bad that your boyfriend broke up with you. But if you can't find a guy willing to do this for you, then the rules are the rules..."
The way she said that made Greg mad. He came into the room and stood in front of the group. "I asked Lisa if there was anything I could help her and you said any guy. Well, I would do anything for her. Just name it!”
The girls looked at each other and nodded. Finally, the one who read the proclamation spoke up. "Fine. You will do. We were unaware."
Lisa stood and ushered her brother into the kitchen. "You don't know what you are doing. I can't let you do this!"
"I don't care. You mean more to me than anything."
"But this is too much. I can't...."
Greg interrupted her, walking back into the living room. "My sister is a little worry wart. I will do whatever it takes to make her happy. And if this B.B.S. thing does then I'll do whatever you ask of me."
The girls all smiled broadly and applauded. Greg walked to the door. "Lisa asked me to give you some time to talk before you got here." Then he walked out.
After the he left, the girls turned back to Lisa and one of them spoke up. "Next Friday go ahead and bring him," she paused, "or don't come at all."
A few hours later, when Greg came home, he found his sister crying. He sat down next and tried to console her. She just turned to him with her eyes glistening from the tears and looked him in the face. "You are too nice of a guy; you know that, little brother?"
Greg just smiled.
"But I can't let you do this." She again turned away.
"Isn’t that my choice?" he questioned, his hand under her chin turned her face
to look at his.
"It is my choice too, because I would be the one doing it to you." Again, she
turned away and began sobbing.
He leaned closer and spoke softly. "I told you I would do anything for you."
"Not this." She turned and looked him directly in the eyes. "Some things a sister can not ask of her brother, no matter what. The whole thing is sick anyway, I am better off being out of that group."
That night Greg was awakened by his sister talking on the phone. "No, I haven’t discussed it with him... I know I will miss it, but... O.K. I'll talk with you tomorrow."
The next day Lisa left to go shopping and the phone rang. "Hello, is Lisa there?"
"She went to the store and will be right back."
"Well tell her Phoebe called and I'll be at home."
"Aren't you one of the girls in that club?" he asked, recognizing the voice.
"Yes," she paused, "it is going to be a shame losing your sister. We had become
real good friends."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, didn't she tell you? One of the rules of the club is that we don't talk to members that are kicked out of the club. I am surprised she didn't tell you. She is the one who wrote the rule."
"She hasn't told me much about the club." Greg paused. "What is this thing that
she says she can't do?"
"If you don't know that then you don't know much about the club." She sighed. "We are the B.B.S. It is a small group but it allows us to participate in the sorority planning committee. So well, we organized as a club."
"That doesn't tell me much." Greg was starting to feel put off.
"O.K. B.B.S. stands for the Ball Busting Sisterhood." There was a moment of silence. "That means that we bust balls." With that, she giggled. "Last night you gave your balls to your sister and didn't even know it."
He agreed to give the message to Lisa and hung up. He thought about the conversation all afternoon. That evening he set the plates out on the table instead of them eating in front of the TV, which was their normal routine. Lisa looked at her brother puzzled and asked, "Why so formal tonight?"
"Because Sis, we need to talk and this way there will be no distractions."
"O.K., what about?"
He sat down at his place and motioned for her to join him. "It is about this club. How important is it to you?" He could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes. He continued. "I think that I can do this for you."
"You don't understand."
"Exactly, that is why we need to talk." His voice got real soft. "Phoebe told me what the B.B.S. is. I just need to understand it, O.K.?"
"You know that in order to be in the club I have to bust your balls?” She turned to him quizzically.
"I need to know why."
She looked down at her plate. "It just feels good."
"It is such a rush. There is nothing to compare to the feeling of a man allowing his most vulnerable parts to be surrendered for my pleasure." She began to blush. "But it is not that important. So let's just forget about it."
"I can see it affects you deeply. But what does a man get out of it? Besides pain, that is?"
Lisa thought for a moment. "My old boyfriend said that it was a release to surrender to the will of another so completely."
"Is that why you broke up?” Greg asked.
"No, we broke up when he moved back home to help with the family business," she replied. "In fact, last I heard, he had started a web page about Ball Busting with his new girlfriend."
Greg was quiet for a moment before speaking softly. "If you want me to, I'll try to help, but I want to have balls too."
"We try to be very careful not to injure anyone, just 'Bust The Balls Not Break Them'. That is our official motto." She looked at him, trying to see into his heart. Eventually she smiled. "You are serious. You would do this for me."
"You’re my sister. I would do anything for you." And then, under his breath, "Plus, I want to see what all the fuss is about"
After dinner, the two were watching TV. Greg was very quiet. Finally, Lisa inquired as to the problem. He spoke sheepishly, "I've been thinking about this and how do I know that I can go through with it?"
"If you don't want to, I understand," Lisa replied with a sigh.
"I'll do it," Greg said quickly. Lisa's eyes beamed. "I'm just afraid of chickening out in front of your friends. I don't really know how I'll do with you acting as the "family jeweler".
Lisa laughed. "Good one Bro."
"No, I'm serious. I have always tried to protect them, just like every other guy around. Now I'm planning on letting someone go after my balls. I just don't know if I'll be able to do it on Friday."
The look of disappointment was returning to Lisa's face. "I'd bust you right now if I thought it would help you." Greg turned to his sister with a puzzled look on his face but before he could say a word, she jumped up excitedly. "That's it!"
"It's perfect, don't you see? I bust you now and you can see if it is too intense for you to do on Friday. That way no one is embarrassed."
"But Sis I..." he was interrupted.
"You’re right. We will have to move some furniture. Get the other end of the couch.” She pointed to a far wall. "There."
"Sis...” Again interrupted.
"Danny used to like to have me wear my cheerleader outfit when I busted him. Would that make it easier for you?" She turned and went into her bedroom, not even waiting for a reply. She came back out a moment later. "Do you remember how I used to have to practice all of those cheers?"
"How could I forget? You drove me nuts with those.” Greg rolled his eyes.
Lisa moved closer to him and began her chant. "One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready here they go!” With each clause she kicked a low kick and clapped her hands in unison but, on the last word, she suddenly kicked high and from right under her brother’s unguarded balls. He stumbled back, grasping his now sore testicles. "I see you are still standing. That is because your balls hurt much worse than they were actually hit. It is a psychological thing."
"No," Greg muttered, "it is a pain thing."
"In a couple of minutes, you'll be fine." She sat down next to where he was standing. "I always knew that you got turned on when I was doing those cheers." Greg blushed and turned to face his sister just as Lisa's fist slammed into his balls. "You know how many times growing up I wanted to do this?" She hugged him, smiling broadly. "You are just the greatest."
That night Lisa was walking past Greg's bedroom. When she got there, she heard him talking in his sleep. "That's right Sis… crack my nuts..." She could also see that he was sporting a full erection. She just smiled to herself and went back to bed.
The next morning Lisa wore a short silk robe to breakfast that gaped to show a very revealing teddy underneath. Greg got up in his usual boxers and t-shirt. "Hey what are ya fixing?"
"Oh this morning I had an urge for a hot breakfast." She gave him a mischievous smile. "I'm fixing scrabbled eggs. Do you want some?"
"Sure. It beats corn flakes.” She gestured towards a plate next to the stove. He walked next to his sister. As he did, Lisa swung her hand back, striking him in the groin.
"Do you want something to eat with your scrambled eggs?" she asked as he leaned back against the counter. Lisa turned back towards the stove and began scooping eggs onto the plate. There was more than enough for one so she reached for another plate causing her robe to fall open. Greg's eyes were immediately drawn to the now exposed flesh. Setting the second plate next to the first, she finished scooping out the eggs. She took both plates, turned and sat them on the table. Greg turned and reached for a chair. Just as he did, Lisa drove her knee up into his groin again. She chuckled as she sat down. "I decided to scramble some for myself."
Greg slumped down into his chair. He tried to cover a developing erection but that only made it more evident.
Lisa looked at the bulge trying to escape the confines of the boxers and leaned towards her brother. "Oops. It looks like I must have hurt you. There's definitely swelling down there."
"I'll be alright. I’m fine really," Greg said, embarrassed.
"No, this had better be checked." With that, she reached over, swatted his hands out of the way and grabbed his balls tightly. "You are right. Your balls are just fine but there seems to be some other swelling." Greg blushed a bright red as she continued. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you liked me busting your balls, little brother."
Greg just stammered incoherently and looked down at the erection straining to escape and his sister's hand still gripping his balls.
Lisa laughed. After a moment, Greg just looked away and muttered, "I'm sorry."
"Are you chickening out? It looks to me like you don't mind it so much." With
that, she gave his balls a slight twist.
Greg gasped. "Oh… it’s not that. It's wrong for me to get turned on."
With a chuckle, Lisa leaned forward. "Because I'm busting your balls or because I'm your sister?"
"Both! It’s just wrong!"
Lisa let go and started eating. After a few minutes, she smiled and spoke up. "Why is it wrong? We're not having sex, so it’s not incest. It is enjoyable for both so it is not coerced. We are both having fun doing something that has rules, so I would say we are playing a game of sorts.
"What do you mean?"
"This is just a game. We played games growing up. This is just a new one."
"No… it is not."
"So you are saying that it is wrong for us to have a good time around each other?"
Greg sat up straight. "Like this it is."
"How is this different?" she pressed. "Because it involves a sexual organ? That is just silly. If I were a pre-med, you'd plop that thing out in a second if I needed to study. If I was an artist and needed someone for a sculpture, you would give me free access, no thoughts about it."
Greg was quiet for a moment “But I feel guilty."
Lisa laughed out loud. "What do you have to feel guilty about? I'm the one busting your balls remember?"
Greg chuckled. "I guess you’re right"
"Like always," Lisa quickly added.
For the rest of breakfast there was very little conversation but the tension seemed to have been lifted as well. As they cleared the table, Greg leaned across to his sister and offered, "If you want my nuts, then they are yours"
"You are the greatest brother ever!" Lisa jumped up and down and hugged her brother. "There is no way that I can ever thank you enough." She ran into the living room and called on the phone. "Phoebe, you're not going to believe this. Greg told me that I could have his nuts. Do you believe it? Yeah, it’s great..."
For the next couple of days Lisa kept coming up to Greg and hitting or kicking him in the groin and smiling, saying things like, "Thank you. You don't know how good it is to bust those balls you gave me…" and when he would develop an erection, she would squeeze them and comment something to the effect of, "I was wondering if I was doing it right. Thanks for the compliment."
On Friday, Lisa drove them to her friend’s house. Inside were the five women Greg had seen a week earlier. Each woman was dressed in her own sexy outfit. One was dressed in a short nurse’s uniform. Another was dressed in an exercise leotard that she was almost ready to fall out of. The third was dressed in tight leather. Another was dressed in a schoolgirl’s uniform with her hair up in ponytails. The last was helping Lisa out of her clothes and soon they were both wearing skimpy lingerie.
"The meeting will now come to order," one of the girls announced. "Tonight is a special night. Lisa has been given a special gift by her brother. Let's all give Lisa and Greg a hearty welcome.
Each of the girls congratulated Lisa and then praised Greg for being such a loving brother. Their guys all just smiled their acknowledgment to Greg. After the last of the girls had talked with Lisa, each girl paired up with a guy. Greg could see everyone taking off his clothes. He turned to Lisa and she smiled at him and nodded so Greg disrobed as well.
Throughout the night, the girls all made wagers as to who could get their guy to drop first and who could kick their man the most before he fell. They would have the men recite the pledge of allegiance while they squeezed their balls as tight as they could. At the end of the night, the vote was taken and Lisa was crowned "The Queen of the Balls" and she would take her place on the throne.
They brought out a straight-backed chair and motioned Greg to sit on it. He didn't understand but complied. After sitting, Lisa spread his legs apart and then stepped up onto the chair. She then used her foot to stretch Greg's scrotum away from his body. She slowly turned so that each testicle was trapped under one of her feet and then flexed her foot so that all of her weight was pressing on the pinned orbs. Greg’s eyes were filled with tears as she stepped off. She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "Bro, you make me the happiest woman alive."
For the next several months Greg and Lisa attended the weekly meetings with the occasional bust midweek to stay in practice.
At the end of Lisa's senior year, she and Greg were talking. "You know that I'm moving out of state after graduation. I've already taken a job."
"I know. It ain't going to be the same without you."
Lisa smiled at Greg hesitantly. "There is this girl in my stats class and we've been talking. She would be an excellent pledge for the B.B.S., but she needs someone to be her partner." She looked at her brothers growing erection. "Do you know anyone who could help this girl out?"
"I am always willing to help out a friend of yours. When will I get to meet her?"
Just then, the doorbell rang...