>Remember the first time I hit you in the balls? I was 16 you were 12.
>We were at that fancy resort in the Bahamas with Mom, just the three of us. Mom was sunning herself on the beach.
>You and I were both pretty good swimmers. We were playing tag in the gentle surf about chest high.
>I was wearing a one piece bathing suit that showed off my bosom. Under the cover of the water you grabbed my left tit.
>How dare you.
>A little later I swam to the bottom and came up real fast to where you were swimming. I swam up under you with my fists together and slammed into your nuts.
>You whimpered but kept on swimming. I'm pretty sure Mom didn't see anything.
>I did it again. And a third time. You gamely held back your tears.
>You told mom you were getting tired and headed back to the beach house. You were't quite standing up straight, but from a distance you looked OK.
>I followed you.
>When I got to the beach house I saw you laying on the bed holding your nuts and whimpering quietly.
>You: "I hate you, Sis".
>Me: "Baby Brother, I just hit you in the balls three times with Mom right there and got away with it".
>I reached inside your trunks and gave your balls a little squeeze.
>You started to scream then stifled it.
>You: "I'll get you for this".
>But you never did. And how many times dud I get your balls since then?
>I lost count years ago.