My younger brother started smacking my ass

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I’m 25 and my brother is 23. We grew up in a small town, but both went to the same college in the city nearby. After college, I got a job here, and he also just started working, and also got a job here, so we decided to be roommates. We’ve always been close. We’ve been roommates for about half a year now.

So the thing is, I kind of started the whole thing, not really thinking about it, but this was a few weeks ago. I needed to take my contacts out, but he was in the bathroom, so I just told him through the door, let me know when you’re done. He said he was just brushing his teeth, that I could take my contacts out if I wanted. So I walked in, and he was just wearing these really tight boxer briefs, that really hugged his ass, you know?

So I was like “Oh, you didn’t even warn me you were in your underwear?” and I very absent mindedly smacked his butt. Now, I should say, we playfully hit each other all the time, but not like that. I have no idea what possessed me to do it, but I was pretty immediately mortified that I did it. I pretended it didn’t happen and went to take my contacts out. But the thing is, once he finished up, on his way out of the bathroom, he did the same thing, and playfully smacked my ass. I was wearing a pretty small pair of shorts, and he commented something about them being basically the same as his underwear.

So the next morning, I’m making myself an egg for breakfast (We both work from home, so I usually have time to actually make something). He comes into the kitchen and asks if I’m making him one, I told him to fuck off and make his own, jokingly of course, and he responds by calling me mean and giving me another smack on my butt. And I’ll be honest, it kind of…Intrigued me lol. I’m sure I got really red, then I said something like, “I’ll make you an egg if you make me lunch today,” He got super excited, and just said “Deal!”

That same thing happened a few more times, where I’d jokingly be mean to him, he’d smack my ass, but then I’d immediately back down and get all meek or whatever. But we never talked about it, we kept treating it like it was just normal behavior. Then, the other day (Friday), I felt a little bold, so after work, I took my pants off and went to do the laundry. There was only a little bit of laundry soap left, enough to do a load, but I dumped it out and shouted at him for using the last of it.

He comes into the laundry room, and I’m wearing my T-shirt and just a thong, but I’m berating him as soon as he walks in for using the last of the soap and not replacing it. He’s trying to argue with me about it, saying he knew he left enough in there for a full load. And the whole time, I’m kind not facing him head on, I’m kind of sideways to him, facing the machine, and I’m making myself make a REALLY angry face, I call him a dumbass, and he just walks forward and smacks my ass, HARD this time, and again I’m in my thong so he hits the bare skin.

And I immediately shut up, for a second, before I say “Ow, that one REALLY hurt,” acknowledging it for kind of the first time. He apologized, but stayed kind of stern in his voice, it was really weirdly hot, and then he reaches down and gently rubs my butt where he smacked it.

He’s been away all weekend, but he’s coming back tonight. I’m not really sure what the hell’s going on, but I’ll say the weekend has felt strange not having him around spanking me periodically. I’m not sure if I should lean into it and start wearing less around the apartment, or if we need to like, have a conversation or something.

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