I always knew when I went off to my first year at college that my parents wouldn't be ready to give up the parenting role. They still had a lot of years left in them, and they found it important to give all the love they could while they still could. They decided to adopt another kid since my mom couldn't have anymore children on her own. They wanted to adopt an older child due to the fact that most older children never got placed with families of thier own. They ended up adopting Bryan, and he was ten.
I was away at school, and the first time I was able to make it back was during my spring break. I had wanted to go to Florida, but my parents had scheduled a Carribean Cruise for that week, and they had done so before adopting Bryan.
"Couldn't you come spend the week with him?" my mom asked. "It would be a good chance for the two of you to get to know each other."
I was a bit reluctant. I knew my mom didn't want to have to cancel a trip that she and my dad had been looking forward to for quite some time. What was I to do? I could either go to Florida or go home and spend the week with a kid I didn't even know. Well, the kid did happen to be my new brother, and I had an obligation to my family to help them out when needed since they would do the same for me. Besides, I did need to get to know him, and my mom was right about this being a good chance to do that.
I arrived home at ten in the morning, an hour before my parents had to leave to catch their flight. I was a little nervous about meeting Bryan - I mean he was now my brother and I didn't even know what he looked like!
My parents met me as soon as I walked in the front door, and soon Bryan came down the hallway from the kitchen and stood shyly behind my dad.
"Say hi Bryan," my dad told him, gently pulling him out in front of him. "This is your brother David."
"Hi," Bryan said, still a little shy and staying right next to dad.
He was a very cute kid. He had long brown hair, brown eyes, and a nice build. He looked as though he could have been biologically related to the family.
Bryan looked a little sad as my parents left to catch their flight, leaving me and him there alone for the next week.
"Is there anything you wanna do?" I asked him, trying to get him to feel comfortable with me.
"Can we go swimming?" he asked.
"Yeah sure, go get your suit on," I told him with a smile.
He ran off to his room and I looked around the house for a few moments to see what, if anything, had changed. Bryan returned only a minute or two later. He had on a very, tight, black speedo bathing suit that outlined his midsection. It looked pretty hot, but I didn't say anything. Besides, I'm not into little boys (or at least I don't admit it).
There is a small lake in back of our house, and I always loved swimming back there. There was a large tree that hung over the lake, and I loved jumping off one of the large limbs that hung over the deeper area. Apparantly Bryan had already learned this because he ran right out on to the limb and jumped in. We never had to worry about cold water because it was always pretty warm. I went out on the limb and jumped in after him.
I soon realized that Bryan only knew how to doggy-paddle and tread water, but he knew how to do so well enough. As soon as I got in he paddled over to me and clung on to me. It was great holding his little body against mine, my hands under his little butt. After about ten minutes he escaped my hold on him and paddled over to our dock. He got out on to the dock and dove in. My heart immediately jumped a few beats since the water was less than four feet there. I immediately swam over to him and pulled him up, making sure he was okay.
"Bryan, I don't want you diving off of the dock because it's too shallow, and you could get hurt," I told him.
"Okay, dad says the same thing," he replied.
We swam around for a few minutes, and once again Bryan got up on the dock and dove off. This time I went over to him and gently took his arm.
"What did I tell you about diving off the dock?" I asked him in a somewhat stern voice.
"I'm sorry, I forgot," he innocently replied.
"I guess I'm going to have to teach you to remember," I told him, as I held his arm and walked him out of the lake.
I walked him up to the large tree and sat down on a large, fallen branch. I then guided him over my knees. His speedo bathing suit was hugging his bottom tightly, and it was riding up his crack, outlining his little buns even more. I rested my hand on his thin covered bottom and began to gently rub over his wet suit. I raised my hand and brought it down hard across his little bottom. Then I gave him another good smack.
"No, don't spank me! I promise not to do it again!" he begged.
I gave him ten hard swats on his wet bathing suit, and when I stood him up I saw tears in his eyes and he immediatly began to rub his bottom.
"I'm sorry I had to do that Bryan, but when I tell you not to do that I'm only saying it so you don't get hurt. Okay?"
He nodded his head.
"Okay, jump back in," I said with a smile and he went out on the limb and jumped back into the lake.
We swam around splashing each other and having a good time for awhile, and suddenly he got back out on the dock, took a running start, and dove off. This time I grabbed his arm firmly.
"I forgot!" he quickly said loudly.
"Well this time I'm going to really make sure you remember," I told him, pulling out of the lake.
"I don't want a spanking!" he whined.
"Then you should have listened to me," I told him. "I don't want to explain to mom and dad how you broke your neck diving off the dock!"
I walked him back up to the tree and sat back down on the large limb. I pulled him in front of me. "You don't need these," I told him, as I slid my fingers in the sides of his speedo bathing suit and tugged them down. His eyes got huge with surprise and embarrassment. He tried to cover up, but I pulled his hands away, revealing his tiny, cut penis that had shriveled up from the water. I pulled him back over my knees, and I could feel his penis against my bare knee. As I looked down I saw his two, very pale, little wet buns sticking right up at me. I could also see up his crack at his tiny anus staring right up at me. I placed my hand on his baby-smooth bottom and began to gently rub it. I rubbed up between his crack, feeling his tight hole with my fingertip. I raised my hand and brought it down hard across his bare bottom. The smack could have been heard a mile away as my hand struck his buns.
"Aaaahhhhhhh!" Bryan immediately cried.
I swat him repeatedly, and in no time he was sobbing and flailing his little legs. He had kicked his suit completely off. I spanked every last inch of his two buns and up his crack, deeply reddening the entire area. Twenty-five swats later he was screaming and kicking. I lifted him off my knees. His penis stuck straight out like a pencil, rock hard. I gently pulled him up to me, put my arms around him, and discreetly brushed my hand over his little dick.
"Bryan, I'm sorry I had to spank you, but you need to learn to listen to me when I tell you not to do something," I told him. I picked up his bathing suit and walked him back to the house as he continued to sob, showing off his very red bottom.