Beach Vacation

My life was pretty dull for 6^th grader, wake up, go to school, get yelled at, go home, eat, and sleep. My dad worked at a local travel agency and was always looking for travel deals for his customers. My mom stayed at home to do, I guess doing mom things. And then there is my little sister who was 4 years younger then me. Pretty simple and boring. One day my dad came home yelling and screaming that he had won a trip to a private Caribbean island. We were all excited, since we live in Montana, and it is still winter. We were leaving in 2 weeks.

We were so excited when we were getting on the airplane. When we got there we were the only guests on the island. The island was fairly large and had beautiful beaches. After we settled in we were in a routine of getting up and going to the ocean for a swim. Well on this day mom had a different plan. She wanted to go to the other side of the island and have a picnic. We got there and setup, I busied my self with the sand and water. Then I noticed that my mom was not wearing her bikini top, now I knew that my mom had a rack, but she was hot. Then my dad took off his swim trunks. I walked over, trying to hide my semi-erect penis and asked what was going on. My mom replied that we were the only people on the island, so why not. And she told me to take my swim trunks off. I hesitated, but she persisted and said look at how much fun your sister is having with out her bathing suit.

After I got my swim trunks off, my dick was fully erect. Even when it was fully erect it could not match the length and girth of my dads. I tried to cover myself but it proved pointless when we were playing catch. After we ate I got in an argument with my mom about cleaning up. I decided to go for a walk down the beach to cool myself off. I was about 150 yards away when I got tired and decide to lie down. I fell asleep under some palm trees.

Then my nap came to a sudden end with a sharp pain to my balls. I looked up and it was my mom. She had her foot firmly planted on my balls. She said that it was rude of me to walk away, told me to come back, in one minute, or I was in line for some for some more ball punishments. Then she kicked my balls again. And said hurry up, and walked away. I struggled to my feet and look around and noticed that I was no condition to run back to the picnic site. I knew she had set me up.

I got back to the picnic site, and noticed my dad rolling on the ground holding his balls. I knew what had happened to him. I asked my mom what was going on and she said that, dad started touching your sister in here private places and I gave him his just desserts. Now she looked at me and looked at her imaginary watch on her wrist, noting that I took too long. I said that I am sorry, but it was too late. She came over to me, pulling my hands down to there side and told me to leave them there. She said that your dad’s punishment will be to have balls available for any one to do with what they want to them. And that his son, you, will be under control of your sister. With that she kneed me in my balls.

I fell to the sand holding my balls. My sister then walked up to me and said that I was her play toy. She pulled me up and placed me next to my dad. She said open your legs. I did quickly thinking that the better I follow her orders the nicer she will be. She held my balls and my dad’s balls and rolled them around. She ordered both of us to face each other. We did and both our balls were same height. Then my sister got behind me and my mom behind dad, and punched our balls into each other at the same time. I fell down clutching my manhood.

My mom grabbed my dad’s balls and dragged him back to the rental house. She told me and my sister to have fun playing on the beach with my balls and to come in when we were done playing. I looked up at my sister while she was looking down at my balls.

She told me to get on all fours with my but in the air so she could have easier access to my balls while she got the beach bag. I protested that my balls were sore and could not take anymore. She told to do it or else she would tell mom and she would make it worse. I did as my little sister told in fear of what my mom would do to me.

I positioned myself as she requested, with the heat of the beach my balls were hanging really low which gave my sister more access to them. She returned with the beach bag and thanked me for being quick with getting into position.

She looked in the bag to see what was there she could use on my balls. She pulled out a small plastic sand shovel. She slapped it on her hands and giggled with joy. She took hold of my balls and started to slap them with the plastic shovel. I lost count after 20, but she kept count. She stopped as she said 100.

I tried to fall over and protect my balls, but she had a firm grip on them. She put down the shovel and asked if balls could be popped. She took a ball in each hand and started to squeeze. I yelled in pain as the pressure was increased. She let up after a minute and let me fall down holding my balls.

After a few minutes she told me to get up and kneel in front of her with my legs spread open. I slowly got up and knelt before her with my legs spread. She took her bikini top and used it to tie my hands behind my back. She looked at my low hanging balls and said she was going to kick my balls ten times. If I fall over or try to protect my balls, she will start over.

She started her first kick as I watched her foot hit my balls. I grunted in pain. The next four kicks came in quick succession. Only five more I thought to my self. Her next kick was the worst. I tried to stay up but fell over in pain yelling about my balls. My sister laughed and said we need to start over.

After minute I got back on my knees and she started the kicking all over again. I was able to withstand all the way to kick number eight when we heard our mom call us back to the house. My sister said we would be there in a few minutes. She turned back to me and said that she lost count and would start over.

I tried to protest, but she insisted on starting over. She started the kicks again as my balls were now starting to swell up. She took her time talking about how my balls bounce around after she kicks them. Before her last kick she made me ask, rather beg, her to kick my balls. She thanked me and let her last kick fly into my balls.

I fell on my side curled up trying to comfort my balls. My sister started to clean up and pack up the beach bag. She pulled out our moms bikini top and tied it around my balls. She used it to pull me up to my feet. As we were walking back she held it like a leash, but it was attached to my balls.