Sharon and Jason pulled out of her driveway a few minutes later. Neither of them needed to pack anything for a quick overnight at home. They had grown up less than 100 miles from college and it was easy to make a quick trip home now and again. Neither of them went home most weekends but their Mom had asked that everyone try to come home for Josh's birthday this time. Sharon was driving as she had a car. Jason couldn't have one since freshmen couldn't have cars on campus.

Sharon said, "I need to make a quick stop at the bookstore on our way out."

Jason: "We are pushing it already. I don't want to make Mom mad if we are late for lunch. What could you possibly need now?"

Sharon: "Hush, this won't take ten minutes. I want to pick up some stuff for David. We did laundry last night and he needs some replacement things desperately."

Jason: "Really? Can't this wait?"

Sharon: "Shove it. You can wait in the car."

Jason: "As if. I'm going in to see what is so important that you have to buy your big squeeze something right now."

Sharon: "Fine. You will be sorely disappointed, I think."

It was early enough on a Saturday morning that they had no problem finding a parking space close to the college bookstore. Sharon knew that the bookstore carried more than books and had an athletic clothing section in the back. Jason went in with her out of curiosity and partly in hopes that she might buy something for him.

They wandered through the aisles of t-shirts, sweatshirts, and other athletic apparel until Sharon found what she was looking for. And luckily, the items were close to each other. First, she looked through a stack of gym shorts and quickly found a pair in dark green with the college logo on one leg. Then she found another pair in white, also with the same logo. She handed those to Jason to hold while she next turned to a rack that had boxes of jockstraps hanging from it. When Jason saw what she was looking at, he had to exclaim, "Really? The big emergency stop was to buy your cute little boyfriend a new jockstrap?" He found this hilarious. Sharon looked at him and said, "Make yourself helpful. I haven't bought a jockstrap before. Show me how to do this."

With a smirk, Jason said, "Okay, well, you start with size because you will notice that they are all the same color. White. No girlie colors. So what size is he?"

Sharon: "I'm not sure. Maybe..." and she held out her two forefingers to indicate a distance of about six inches. Jason almost fell over laughing.

"No sis, I wasn't asking about the size of your boy's weiner. The size is his waist size, not his dick size. Besides, I saw David's dick this morning in the living room. It wasn't that big."

Sharon: "Fine, funny guy. Have your laughs. I don't know how boy underwear works. David's about a 28 inch waist if his underpants sizes mean anything. I looked at his ratty old jockstrap last night while we were doing laundry and didn't see a size."

Jason: "That's because the size might be on the front of the waistband instead of in the back. Plus, some jockstraps don't have sizes marked. Mine has two red lines on the waist band. Which means "small". Three redlines on the waistband means "medium. Jockstrap sizes are different that way."

Sharon: "So 'small' for you? How cute. I wouldn't be advertising that you have to wear a small jockstrap if I was you. How do you have a girlfriend still?"

Jason: "Well, I have news for you. According to the size chart on the back of these boxes, a 28 inch waist is a size 'small' too. So if you think that I have a problem down there, your boyfriend has the same. And my girlfriend is fine with what I have, thank you."

Sharon: "Fine, then. I'll get one size small and these gym shorts are also size small. Let's look at boys' underwear next."

Jason: "Maybe on your next shopping spree. The bookstore doesn't carry regular underwear, I don't think." And he was right. Sharon asked a clerk and was told that the bookstore only carried athletic clothing. So Sharon paid for her purchases and the clerk bagged them up. Back at her car, she tossed the bag into the trunk. They pulled out of the parking space and headed toward the highway. Jason was still enjoying the experience of watching his sister buy a jockstrap. "You know, sis. Maybe you should buy all of his clothes. When I first saw your David this morning, he looked like he didn't own any."

Sharon shot him a look and simply said, "Oh, shut up!" And then added, "He was embarrassed for you to see him downstairs like that. I didn't understand why, really. He lives in the dorm, has a roommate, goes to the gym, showers with a million boys every day, probably spends half his day undressed. But he was even more embarrassed when I came down stairs too. I told him that you and I grew up as doctor's kids and that we weren't that modest growing up. David doesn't have any sisters so I guess he didn't have those experiences."

Jason: "Whatever. If he had our Dad, he wouldn't be such a prude. Remember our check-ups as kids? When we were little, Dad did our annual check-ups at home. Although I remember that Dad sent you off to the gynecologist when we got older."

Sharon: "And spanked us bare too. I was thinking about that. When we were little, we got spanked in front of each other all the time. Then when we got to be older, you boys still got spanked in front of each other but Mom or Dad always spanked me privately."

Jason: "Don't get started on that. Dad paddled really hard. You got off so easy as far I'm concerned."

Sharon: "Not sure what you mean by that. I got spanked bare butt, just like you boys".

Jason: "Well, maybe. But you didn't have to undress to get spanked, I bet?"

Sharon: "True. But I got spanked with a hairbrush with my panties down a lot. Still, I got to keep my dress on."

Jason: "See what I mean. We didn't get to keep that much on. And besides, we still got spanked long after Mom or Dad stopped spanking you. And a hairbrush, really? Dad's paddle was four times the size of Mom's hairbrush."

Sharon: "How old were you the last time?"

Jason: "16. I remember it well."

Sharon: "And why wouldn't you? That was just two years ago, you big dope. Still, I remember hearing you boys getting paddled by Dad. Sounded scary."

Jason: "It was scary. Dad paddled very hard. He always said something like "do you need to be spanked hard enough not to sit down for a week?" as a warning. But he meant it. I slept on my belly a lot after a paddling from him."

Sharon: "I remember seeing Dad carrying his paddle up the stairs to spank you guys almost every week."

Jason: "Not quite that often. But it might have seemed like every week. Dad actually had two paddles. One plain oak paddle and one oak paddle with holes drilled in it. Same size otherwise. The one with holes was absolutely terrifying to see coming at us."

Sharon: "And he kept his paddles in the downstairs coat closet, right?"

Jason: "Yep, I dreaded him opening that closet every time. The paddles were hanging on hooks behind all the coats. I'm sure that they are still there. Even now, I won't go near that closet unless I have to."

Sharon: "You big chicken."

Jason replied, "Let's see you get paddled with one of Dad's paddles and then let me know who the chicken is."

Which confirmed an idea that Sharon had been thinking about since Thursday.