I just found this site. I have been reading the pantsing stories and thought I should include mine. I warn you this one is not funny.
My 17th birthday came about three months ago on a Saturday. I just had a bitch of a week at school and was looking forward to a quiet Saturday of doing nothing. So I was watching a movie on TV when my 13-year-old brother Martin and his new, and first, girlfriend Sandy came in. Martin starts telling me I should come to the basement because he wants to show me something. I ask him what, and he says I have to come and see. I tell him I’m not interested, but he still keeps bugging me. I warn him to stop or else, but he keeps on and on. So finally I stand up and say, “I warned you!” I grab Martin and turn him around facing Sandy. I go for his belt and zipper. He asks what I am doing and asks me to stop. Sandy tells me to let him go.
Though I am a girl, I am the jock of the family. I’m on our school swim and basketball teams. Martin is a bit small for his age, so I have no trouble handling him. I pull down his pants to reveal his underwear. I remember saying, “Look Sandy! Cute undies!” Sandy is begging me to let Martin go. “Not yet,” I tell her. “There’s more. We’re going to get a look at his little pecker!” Martin is now screaming and trying to get loose, but he is not strong enough. Down come his undies revealing his 4 inch dick. Sandy gasps in horror putting her hand to her face. Martin is begging to be let go, but I am not done. I start picking him up and putting him down and twisting him back and forth. This makes his dick and balls bounce. “Look,” I tell Sandy. “They’re doing a little dance.”
I kind of wonder why Sandy is not amused. She’s now crying. Martin is crying. I finally let him go. Martin pulls up his undies and pants, then runs up the stairs to his room. I hear the door slam. Sandy is in tears, but gives me an angry look. “What’s your problem?,” I ask. “You got a good look at Martin’s junk.” “You’re a real bitch,” Sandy yells out. She then runs upstairs to Martin’s room.
Immediately my Mom comes into the room and asks what is going on, and where Martin is. I told her he was bothering me, so I taught him a lesson. “He was supposed to bring you to the basement,” she said. “Your friends are down there with a surprise party. Martin was helping them set it up. He came up to get you.” I suddenly felt real sick.
Everyone had snuck into the basement entrance without me having a clue. I told Mom exactly what happened. I was now in tears myself. Mom asked me how I could do something like that to my brother, especially when he was trying to do something nice for me. I told her I didn’t know what he was doing.
So we both go up to Martin’s room. Sandy is outside crying trying to get Martin to open the door. I can hear Martin crying inside. Sandy sees me and tells me to go away because I did enough damage. I ignore her and try to speak through the door. I told Martin I didn’t know what he was planning and I was sorry. He shouts back that I should go to hell and that he hates me now. I really feel like dying at this point. Martin refuses to open the door.
Mom says she will try, but first she tells me to go tell my guests there will be no party. I ask how do I do that, and she says by telling them the truth. As I go downstairs, I hear Martin’s door open and Mom goes inside. I get to the basement and everyone yells surprise. But I am now totally in tears. I tell them what happened and there will be no party. This is the hardest and most embarrassing thing I have ever had to do. Some of my friends tell me not to worry because Martin will get over it. Others ask how could I do that to my brother who loved me.
Martin was too embarrassed to face Sandy again. For two weeks she tried to talk to him in school, but he would move away. She would call, but he would not come to the phone. After two weeks she gave up. I offered to try to get them together again, but Sandy does not trust me.
Word of the pantsing got around school. That did not do my reputation much good.
Martin would not speak to me for a few days. I tried continuously to apologize. Finally he accepted my apology, but the way he said it I knew he did not mean it. He was just trying to get me to shut up and leave him alone. After three months, we are talking again, but it is not like before. I can tell he still detests me. He acts so cold to me and it hurts.
It will take a long time for me to make this up to Martin, if I can. I wish I could have that day back.