Lazy Sister

[Horn-eman000]

Britney was utterly exasperated with her indolent sister, Zoey. She had graciously allowed Zoey to move in with her, hoping to support her in regaining stability after losing her previous job. Zoey’s financial reserves had dwindled alarmingly, leaving her unable to cover the rent for the upcoming month. Britney understood the challenges of today's tough job market and might have been more sympathetic to Zoey's unemployment. However, Zoey seemed entirely uninterested in even attempting to find a new job. At 23 years old, her days were spent lounging aimlessly around the house, eyes glued to the flickering television screen. The house remained untouched by her hands, accumulating dust and clutter, reflecting her complete disregard for cleanliness. Britney's patience was wearing thin, her frustration mounting with each passing day. Zoey's relentless laziness was becoming unbearable, and one day, Britney finally reached the end of her rope.

Britney’s day had been grueling and soul crushing. Her morning had begun in the dead of night, forcing her to report to work a torturous two hours earlier than usual, leading to an excruciating ten-hour shift. The workday had finally, mercifully, ended, but her torment was far from over. As she sank into her car, she found herself trapped in a hellish, never-ending snarl of traffic, crawling at an agonizingly slow pace for over two hours. "Why can’t this god-forsaken country just have decent transit!" she seethed, her voice a low, simmering growl, frustration boiling over with each sluggish inch her car managed through the endless sea of taillights stretching into infinity before her. She wished this city in particular could at least have it, but the best this city of millions of people could manage was a notoriously unreliable network of buses that ran once an hour, got stuck in the same traffic as everyone else and were late more often than not. Britney cursed the NIMBYs who refused to give up even an inch of asphalt for their precious free parking, 8 lane highways and arterial roads. And she cursed the cowards on the city council and the mayor who always gave in to the NIMBYs’ threats of lawsuits that would supposedly sink the city into financial ruin.

Needless to say, Britney was already livid as she staggered up to her place at 6:25 PM, having been gone for well over 12 hours. When she finally opened the front door and stepped inside, she was appalled at the sight she saw. Her blonde-haired green-eyed sister was laying on the couch, in a pair of her (Britney’s) bra and panties with dishes and pieces of pizza crust everywhere. The kitchen sink was also filled to the brim with dishes and the trash was piling up. Britney was absolutely furious.

"Hey!" She shouted at Zoey. Zoey glanced over at Britney and flashed a bright smile. "Oh hey, big sis," she said, her tone light and cheerful, as if nothing was amiss. Britney's eyes widened in disbelief, her voice rising with incredulity. "HEY, BIG SIS," she screamed, the words echoing off the walls. "I asked you to take out the trash and do the dishes, and not only did you not do those things, but you also turned my living room into a disaster zone!"

Zoey shrugged, her voice dripping with feigned boredom and a complete lack of remorse. "Well, sorry," she replied, her tone flat and uninterested.

Britney's frustration boiled over, her voice escalating into a furious crescendo. "Oh, you’re sorry," she yelled, her words laced with anger. "You lounge around MY house every single day, doing nothing but watching that garbage on TV, ignoring chores, not searching for a job, not paying rent, not doing anything! You’re a sorry sack of shit!”

Zoey's face hardened, and she shot back, "Fuck you," her voice defiant and sharp.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?!?" Britney's voice was a storm, thunderous and crackling with fury.

"I said fuck y—"

Before Zoey knew it, Britney had stormed across the room and yanked her up off the couch. Britney then swiftly sat down, and laid Zoey face down across her lap.

"What are you doing?" Zoey screamed, her voice tinged with panic and disbelief.

Britney's voice was firm, unyielding as iron. "You wanna act like a little shit, I’ll start treating you like one!"

With that, Britney hooked her fingers in the waistband of the panties Zoey was wearing and yanked them down and off, exposing Zoey’s bare ass and pussy. Then, she raised her hand high in the air and swung down hard.

SMACK!

Zoey let out a loud scream as Britney’s hand connected with her ass. When she pulled her hand away, she had already left a red imprint.

Britney raised her hand and smacked Zoey’s ass again and again and again and again, delivering a relentless barrage of punishing blows.

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!

"Stop it," Zoey cried. "No, this is what you get," Britney furiously replied. "I have had it with your bullshit!" Britney spanked her younger sister several more times.

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!

When Britney finally stopped, Zoey’s ass was a burning crimson red and she was sobbing.

“I let you move in to help you get back on your feet, not so you could sit around my house all day making a mess of everything…. And wear my clothes cause you’re too lazy to do your own laundry! It’s no wonder your ass was fired!”

“I HATE YOU!” Zoey howled through her sobs.

“Oh yeah?”, Britney shouted back, a mix of anger, frustration and hurt. “Well, if that’s how it is, then, there’s no harm in doing this!"

With that, Britney reached down and unhooked the bra Zoey was wearing and it fell to the floor, exposing Zoey’s breasts and leaving her completely naked. Then, Britney grabbed Zoey’s hands, yanked them behind her back, stood up and headed towards the front door, keeping Zoey restrained. She opened the door and forced Zoey outside.

“What the fuck are you doing,” Zoey screamed, struggling futilely against Britney’s iron grip. She was much weaker than her.

“Hey everyone,” Britney shouted to all the people standing on the street nearby. Several people, including the guys next door and the little boy across the street turned and looked over, their eyes widening at the marvelous view of Zoey’s breasts and her bare shaven pussy. Her face burned as bright red as her ass, humiliation coursing through her veins.

"Let me go, this is fuckin embarrassing," Zoey pleaded.

“Watch me spank my little cunt of a sister," her older sister shouted to everyone, ignoring Zoey.

Britney sat down on one of the porch chairs and pulled Zoey across her lap again. Several of the people, including all of the males came over to watch, now getting a good look at Zoey’s ass and her pussy between her legs. Britney raised her hand high in the air and brought it crashing down with even more force than before.

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!

Zoey was sobbing at this point and begging for her to stop, but Britney was relentless, each blow harder and more brutal than the last. Zoey tried hard to escape but stood no chance against her much stronger older sister.

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
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SMACK!

By the 30th spank in total, Zoey’s ass was a glowing, fiery red, shining brightly in the summer sunshine. The rest of her body was quite red too.

“You are done,” Britney screamed, her voice echoing through the street. “I’m kicking you out. You’re on your own, baby sis!”

With a final, dismissive shove, Britney sent Zoey tumbling to the ground. She stood up, turned her back on her sister, and slammed the door behind her. The crowd closed in, their cameras clicking as they took pictures of Zoey’s naked, humiliated form. She scrambled to her feet, ran to the door to Britney’s place and tried opening it, finding it locked.

“Britney,” she said through her embarrassment and tears, as several of the males, including the young boy started trying to spank her. “I’m sorry! Ow! Please let me back in! Ow!”

“Get off my porch or I’m calling the cops,” Britney shouted from the other side of the door, her voice cold and unyielding. Zoey didn’t want that. Although public nudity had been legalized, she could still get in trouble for trespassing. Zoey turned to run, not knowing where to go. She couldn’t go back to her parents’ house as they had disowned her a long time ago, her other siblings lived 100s of miles away and she had no friends either.

“What am I gonna do,” Zoey sobbed, her naked body fleeing down the street.

AN: Very short, I know. Let me know if you have any suggestions for improving this story and if you would like it to continue.

[student]

What is Zoey going to do?

She has no home, no job, and at the moment has no clothes. No friends. Family has had enough of her. Zoey has to leave or be cited for trespass. Public nudity is legal, and Zoey is running to nowhere.

Sounds like a great beginning. When will neighborhood dogs bark at Zoey, perhaps give chase? How is the weather? Will Zoey the slothful get run out of any shops because Zoey obviously has no money? Will Zoey be accused of attempted theft--whether she does or doesn't steal? Since Zoey is quick to anger and seems to make others angry, how long will she be wandering the streets?

There is potential here.

[edithdick]

Here is one idea you can take or leave.

Zoey has no place to go. She spends the next few days living in the woods, secretly sneaking into neighbors yards to drink from the hose and steal vegetables from their garden. In the evening she goes back to her sister’s house to beg forgiveness, but Brittney refuses to answer the door.

Finally, she decides to confront her sister at work. Instead, she ends up getting hired as a living mannequin or something else that would allow her to work there on the condition that she stays naked all of the time.

[Skylar21]

A nice beginning. Seems like Zoe may have to make some kind of deal with her sister so she can keep living with her. Something involving nakedness and humiliation, of course. Maybe she'll have to earn her clothes back in some way.