| Mark lay
on his bed, on top of his hastily made covers, and roamed
his own Naked body. His hand slowly moved down to his
hard cock and wrapped around the shaft. Slowly, moaning
softly, he began to stroke it up and down, lingering on
the head and squeezing harder, before moving down again.
Only one image, one girl, filled thoughts 24-hours
a day. He wanted her. She filled his every desire. Her
face danced before his eyes as his stroking increased.
He saw himself fucking her, using her body that he had
to see, to touch, to taste. He felt that familiar churning
in his groin and increased the rhythm.
He heard the front door slam shut and looked to his
open bedroom door. Even as footsteps started up the
stairs he didn't get up or try to cover himself. He
knew who it was. The only person it could be; the object
of his lust and desire.
He heard his sister reach the top of the stairs and
started to beat his cock with a fevered pace. She walked
passed his room, not even glancing his way as she walked
to her own bedroom down the hall.
He was beyond the point of no return, grunting softly;
he brought the orgasm to its fulfillment. His teenage
cock erupted, spewing his cum over his chest, stomach,
thighs and hands. His hand slowed as he stroked the
last few beads from his dick.
With a morose sigh he looked towards his open door.
She had missed him once again. How many times had that
happened this summer? Four, five? Both his parents worked
late, and never came home early. Having watched his
pretty sister develop from an early age, Mark had begun
to lust after her in a very unnatural way. They were
never close, not at all, and whatever small amount of
guilt at having those feelings was easily consumed with
his need to fuck her.
Left alone with her in the same house, forced to be
around her as she wore next to nothing all too often,
Mark finally had to put a scheme into play that he had
long desired. He was going to fuck her. So far, his
plan had failed. Leaving the door opened while he masturbated
had accomplished nothing. And she had never shown any
interest in him. She would never fuck him freely, he
now knew. So, there was only one resort. He would have
to make her do it.
He didn't want to rape her. Well, he did, but that
wasn't an option. He was only twenty-two, home for the
summer from college, and had his whole life ahead of
him. Going to jail for rape was not what he planned
for his future. He wanted to force her, but she had
to make the final decision. And he knew how to do it.
Only nineteen, Anne was still young enough to be fixated
on a single goal, and quite young enough to get herself
into trouble. She was the baby of the family, daddy's
little girl who could do no wrong. She had saved up
enough money to spend the last three weeks of summer
in the Bahamas with some friends, but their dad had
already made it quite clear that he did not wish his
baby girl to go on such a trip.
They had made a deal; if she could spend the first
part of the summer proving she was the perfect angel
her father thought she was, then she could go. One slip
up, and it was all over. Mark had made it his duty to
make certain she slipped up.
At first it was hard. He had a job, and couldn't spend
his days following her around. But she worked as well.
It was the nights that he prowled, following her about
with a video camera in hand.
For two full weeks, he followed his sister from place
to place, house to house, party to party. Through it
all she didn't take one drink, didn't smoke one cigarette,
and didn't use a single drug. She was, apparently, daddy's
He filmed her anyway, using prize shots of her bending
over as masturbating material. He was about to give
up entirely when one weekend night he finally caught
her committing a crime far worse than any of the others.
He watched her leave a party and sneak into the trees
behind the house. And she wasn't alone. Mark moved closer
to get a better look, when he recognized the person
she was with. His name was Dave, and he was supposed
to go along on the trip. A good kid, his father had
been told, very responsible. Mark got close enough to
make certain both their faces were visible in the dark
light and sat back to film.
Mark watched in awe as his sister slowly unzipped Dave's
jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. She dropped
to her knees in front of him and pulled his shorts down,
letting his cock spring free. She looked at it briefly,
before taking the bobbing member in her mouth. Mark
had already opened his pants and was jerking himself
off as the lewd scene unfolded before him.
Mark had to concentrate to keep the camera on them
as she worked his dick over. He came quickly, long before
she was done with Dave, and was able to relax and enjoy
what he was seeing. She sucked him hard and deep, taking
almost the whole of this prick down her throat. He had
never imagined that she was so skilled. Her head began
to bob in quick, sharp motions, and Dave's knees buckled
as he shot his load into her mouth. She didn't spill
As Anne and Dave made their way back to the party,
Mark strolled back to his car as happy as he had ever
been. He had her now.
Totally unsuspecting, Anne sat in her bedroom and brushed
out her long, brown hair after a long shower. It was
Friday afternoon and her parents had already left for
one of their many weekend escapes. She had a full weekend
of parties all planned. It would start tonight at the
house party. She smiled to herself when she thought
back to last weekend's house party and her little escapade
with sexy Dave in the bushes. Tonight, she fully planned
to go one step further.
She stood up and walked in front of her full-length
mirror to watch herself brush her damp hair. Her thin,
damp, robe clung to the curves of her breasts, and she
noticed that her nipples had hardened while thinking
about Dave's cock in her mouth.
She couldn't wait to have it in her cunt. Anne loosened
the belt and opened her robe. She looked over her exposed
flesh and smiled to herself. She did have a nice body,
she had to admit. Only 5 and a half feet tall, her body
was kept trim by a regular visit to the gym. Her tits
were not huge, but at a C-cup, they were a nice hand
She put the brush down and cupped her tits, pushing
them up and together, enhancing the cleavage. They were
so nice. She let them drop and watched in erotic amusement
as they bounced on her chest. Tweaking the nipples to
make them even harder, she closed her eyes and swayed
slowly. One hand moved slowly down over her firm stomach
and traced a path down over her hip to her thigh. Slowly,
her fingers moved in between her legs and brushed at
the moist opening of her slit.
She moaned slightly and started to wiggle the tip of
her finger inside. Through a barely noticeable crack
in the door, Mark watched the lewd display of his sister
touching herself. His eyes were wide and his cock throbbed
as he watched the scene unfold. He had spied on her
before, but he had never seen anything like this.
As he watched her reflection in the mirror, he took
that moment to slowly back away and head downstairs.
It was either that or he would have to jump her then
and there. Once safely downstairs, he called out.
"Hey, Anne," he yelled, trying to sound annoyed.
"Come down here, now!"
Anne snapped herself out of the moment as she heard
her brother yelling at her. With a sigh, she slipped
her finger out of her yearning hole and closed her robe.
Opening the door she yelled down the stairs.
"What do you want?"
"Come down here!"
"I'm busy. I have to get ready to go out."
"This is about you going out!"
Anne furrowed her brow nervously. Even at 19 and free
to make her own choices, her parents still left her
older brother in charge of things. He had never bothered
her before, but had the authority to royally screw up
her life if he ever chose to. Nervously, she started
down the stairs and found Mark waiting for her in the
"What is it?" she asked, trying to sound
angry at this intrusion. "I'm going to be late."
Mark just looked at her and shook his head. "Look,
we both know that Mom and Dad want me to keep an eye
on you when they're not around." Anne rolled her
eyes and Mark had to fight hard not to break out into
a vicious smirk. "Usually, I don't give a shit
what you do, but I have something you better see."
He picked up the remote and pressed play on the VCR.
She flashed Mark a confused look and turned to the
TV. It was dark, and at first she wasn't certain what
she was supposed to be looking at. But then the scene
zoomed in on the face of Dave. It was still dark, but
his face was clear. The camera panned over slightly
and she saw her own face.
Her eyes widened in sudden realization of what this
was. She watched herself drop to her knees in front
of the guy and start to suck him off. Her face turned
red with anger and fear, and she didn't even notice
the rhythmic bouncing of the camera.
Anne turned and faced Mark, ignoring the TV. She didn't
need to see anymore. Mark watched the scene for a few
moments longer, a smirk dancing on his lips before he
pressed the stop button.
"As you can see, we have a problem.," Mark
almost laughed. "I'm not too sure Dad would care
much for you going away this summer after he sees this."
Anne looked like she was about to faint. The possibility
of her father seeing this only just then occurred to
her. And Mark was right. He wouldn't let her out of
his sight if he saw this. She looked at her brother
and her lip curled in anger.
"So what do you want, Mark?" she demanded,
realizing that there was going to be some heavy price
for this to be kept secret.
"I don't know," he answered coolly. "What
do you have to offer?"
She felt lost. She was totally at his mercy and she
knew it. But she also knew that Mark already had something
in mind. She could see it in his eyes and it made her
"Look, whatever you want from me, you can have
it. Just give me the tape."
Mark held all the cards, but a lifetime of sibling
rivalry wouldn't let her back down without a fight.
Mark just smiled. "Well, it's simple. I want you."
Anne frowned in confusion. He moved closer to her, towering
over her. "Give yourself to me from now until Sunday
when Mom and Dad get home, do everything I say and ask
of you, everything, and we'll forget this ever happened."
She wrinkled her nose. "What do you mean."
Mark started to get angry at her arrogance. "I
mean I want you to be my slave for the weekend. Do everything
I want." Anne took a step back. The lust on his
face as his eyes moved down to her body was unmistakable.
"I don't think so!" she yelled at him.
Mark smiled and shrugged. "Your choice."
He walked over and ejected the tape from the VCR and
handled it idly in front of her. "Better have fun
tonight then. Don't think you'll be seeing much of your
friends, especially in the Bahamas, after Dad sees what
his little girl has been up to."
Anne just stood and stared at her brother. She knew
her life would be over if her father ever saw the tape.
But the thought of being her brother's slave chilled
her to the bone. Mark stood passively in front of her,
offering her no support or opportunity. She ran the
options through her head, unsure if she really understood
She could just walk away and risk Mark giving the video
to her father, which she was certain he would, and effectively
ruin everything. Or she could do what Mark wanted and
be his slave. From the way that he had looked at her
moments ago, she wasn't certain what that really meant.
He didn't want to have sex with her, did he?
The thought made her shudder involuntarily. No, not
even Mark could be so twisted. He would probably just
spend the weekend humiliating her, making her do demeaning
chores. She didn't like it one bit, but she knew she
had no choice in the end. It was only a weekend, after
all. The consequences were too great. At last she nodded.
"Alright, Mark, I'll be your slave for the weekend."
She sneered at the last part, but Mark paid it no mind.
He knew he could expect a lot of that kind of attitude
all weekend and was ready for it. He just smiled and
took a step closer.
"Good. I knew you'd see it my way." He smiled
sweetly. "As a show of good faith." He handed
her the videotape. "I still have the original,
of course. You can have that too when the weekend is
done, but only if you've been a good girl." She
shot him a venomous glance as she took the tape from
"Okay, what do you want me to do, drive you around
all day?" she demanded.
"No, nothing like. Not right now anyway. Come
with me." He led the way back upstairs, Anne hesitantly
in tow. He stopped briefly to grab a package from his
room before leading her to her own. He threw the package
on the bed.
"First, I want you to cancel all of your plans.
Call your friends and tell them you are going away for
the weekend. I don't want any of them calling here at
all for the next few days. If they do, I might just
forget about our little deal. Understood?"
Anne nodded. She knew.
"Good. When you're done, I want you to put on
what's in the bag. And only what's in the bag. If you're
wearing anything else, well, you know the deal."
Anne nodded again, this time more confused.
"You have twenty minutes to get this all done.
When you're dressed, come to my bedroom." He smiled
a strange smile she had never seen him wear before and
left her alone.
Anne sighed and shook her head, wondering what she
had gotten herself into to. She knew she could still
back down, but that would get her nowhere. She called
as many of her friends as she could think of that called
her on a regular basis and told them that she was taking
off for the weekend. They gave her their best wishes,
telling her they'd miss her at the party and such. She
would miss herself for not being there too. When she
was done, she picked up the package curiously.
Resigned to continue forward, at least for now, she
tore open the package. She looked in confusion at the
contents. Inside was a black and white French-maid's
outfit, the low cut kind with the lacy frills and apron.
It was obviously designed to be extremely sexual, and
she doubted it would cover much of her ass or tits.
Also, there was a pair of her black high heels. She
shook out the dress, but to her dismay found no bra
Did Mark really want her to wear this without underwear?
She recalled what he had said, and he had been clear.
Nothing but what was in the package or the deal was
off. Well, if things started to get too freaky, she
could always back out later and risk her father's wrath.
Mark Sat on his bed and idly flipped through a magazine.
He wasn't even certain what magazine it was, his heart
was fluttering so rapidly. This was it. This was going
to happen. All those months of penned up sexual frustration
were about to come to an end. His eyes were ever shifting
to the clock, and as the appointed minute got closer,
he got and more nervous. What if she backed out? No,
she wouldn't. She couldn't!
A soft tap on his door caused him to drop the magazine.
He quickly retrieved it and pretended to be engrossed
in the contents. "Come in," he said at last,
trying to make it sound like he didn't know who was
there. His eyes nearly jumped out of his head as the
door opened and his sister stood there nervously in
the maid outfit he had bought for her just for this
He started at her feet and moved his eyes slowly up
the shapely flesh of her naked legs. They were well
shaped by her workouts, and her almost fanatical tanning
made them an unflawed, golden brown. The short, black
shirt barely covered the tops of her thighs and his
eyes moved up past her waist and to the tight fitting,
low cut top.
Even braless, her firm breasts swelled against the
flimsy material. His eyes lingered on the visible cleavage
and tops of her tits. Finally, her drew his eyes higher
and swept up across her chest to her cute face. Framed
by her long, brown hair, she was pretty. In the outfit,
she was as sexy as he had ever seen her. He smiled as
she stood there glaring at him shifting nervously under
"Well, what do you want me to do?" she half
demanded, half whined. He had always liked her whine,
and had often wondered what it would sound like while
she was being brutally fucked.
Mark put down the magazine and looked around. "Clean
my room," he said. She looked at him like he was
an idiot, which made him smile even more. "Make
sure you pick everything up and tidy it good. And bend
over all the way when you do."
She shot him a venomous glare but slowly started to
work. This was degrading, but it could be worse. Maybe
this would be the worst of it. She started by the door
and moved her way in, grabbing dirty laundry as she
"Ah!" he snapped at her. "I said bend
over all the way!" If looks could kill... She bent
herself in half at the waist to pick up an errant sock.
"And turn your back to me when you do."
She froze and thought about backing out. But Mark's
smug look made her want to do what he commanded, if
for no other reason to prove she was better than he
was. She turned her back to him and bend over, then
fully over, to pick up a piece of paper that had missed
the garbage can. She felt slightly queasy at the thought
of what she was doing. She knew that she was exposing
her bare ass to his leering inspection. And even a bit
of her pussy must have been showing.
Mark, on the other hand, was enjoying every second.
His cock twitched and strained against his tight jeans
every time Anne bent over. He was rewarded with several
excellent views of the firm, shapely globes of her bare
ass cheeks, and was happy to see no tan lines. In one
view she had bent over in just the right way to let
him see the perfect view of her luscious pussy. He rubbed
himself as he watched the erotic scene.
Anne sighed with relief as she picked up the final
piece of dirty laundry. Thankfully his room wasn't that
dirty. Now that she thought about it, the stuff she
had just picked up almost seemed to have been placed
strategically about. She turned to him sharply when
she realized his ploy.
"That it?" she demanded, feeling disgusted
with him and herself. He continued to rub himself through
his jeans even as she looked one.
"Almost," he said. "But you see, now
I have this problem. Watching you bending over in front
of, displaying yourself like that, has got me horny
as Hell. I think you had better take care of it for
Anne stood and stared at her brother as if realizing
for the first time the plight that she had allowed herself
to become trapped in. "What do you mean?"
she asked fearfully.
"I want you to give me head, Anne," he said
matter-of- factly, surprised at his confidence. Until
that very moment he wasn't certain if he would ever
really be able to go through with it. "Suck me
off until I blow my load in your mouth." He smiled
sweetly at her. Anne remained motionless, fear in her
eyes. "Come on, Anne," he yelled, anger in
his voice. "We both know what's riding on this.
Get over here and suck me off!"
Fear started her into motion, but anger and disgust
made that motion slow. How could she go through with
it? How could she suck on her own brother's cock? Maybe
if she just closed her eyes and sucked real fast it
would all be over quickly.
She stopped at the edge of her brother's bed and looked
down at him. He rubbed himself through his pants and
finally popped the snap and unzipped them. He lifted
his ass off the bed and scooted out of the pants, kicking
them off onto the floor. His shirt and socks came off
next, so that he lay before her in only his underwear.
The bulge of his throbbing cock strained against the
thin fabric, begging for release of the tight confines.
"Take them off," he ordered. He was surprised
at Anne's compliance. He could see the disgust on her
face, but he could also see a distance. She was doing
everything she could to pretend that this wasn't happening,
that Mark was someone else, Dave perhaps. He didn't
care, as long as he got what he wanted. Anne bent over
him and grabbed the waistband of the shorts. Mark raised
his hips again and she peeled the shorts from his waist,
over his thighs and finally off altogether.
She stared for long moments at the bobbing, twitching
cock. If it had been someone else's, she thought, she
would have called it beautiful. It was over seven inches
long and a good thickness with a smooth, purple head.
But it belonged to her brother. She would do this, this
one time to be free of him. As sick as it all was, she
knew she had no real choice.
Mark didn't have to encourage her anymore. She knelt
beside the bed and positioned herself over his waiting
cock. Her long hair brushed his naked stomach sending
shivers up his body. But they were nothing compared
to the feeling off her hot breath on his cock as she
lowered her head and opened her mouth. She closed her
lips over the head and licked out with her tongue, testing
the flavor and texture. She started to gag, but more
from the thought having her brother's cock in her mouth
than from sucking a dick.
Composing herself, she went to work. She opened her
mouth wider and plunged her head down on his throbbing
penis. It was hot in her mouth, and felt good. She loved
sucking cock. But she did her best to think this was
Dave, not Mark, and settled quickly into a fast, steady
rhythm, hoping to bring him off quickly. Mark marveled
at the fabulous sensations that were coming from his
electrified cock. He knew from watching the tape of
her and Dave that she had quite a bit of skill in this
art, and that she was trying to her best to bring him
She was a little rough in her urgency, occasional scraping
her teeth or letting him slip out from time to time.
Never the less, he soon felt his balls churning. Waiting
months for this very instant, the moment and the superior
skill being used on his dick were becoming too much
for him. He opened his eyes and looked down at the top
of her head as it bobbed up and down. An occasional
slurp could be heard, exciting him all the more. He
moaned and writhed under her skilled mouth, trying his
best to resist pumping his cock into her mouth, wanting
to savor this as long as possible. But he was quickly
losing the battle. He was going to cum, soon.
He reached down and stroked her hair before placing
his hand on the top of her head.
"I'm going to cum, Anne," he whispered hoarsely.
"You're going to make me cum." She put her
hand around the base of his cock and tried to pull her
mouth away, but he pushed at her head, keeping her on
him. "No, I'm going to cum in your mouth, and you're
going to swallow every drop."
She tried to push away, but he grabbed her head with
both hands and began thrusting, fucking her mouth as
she gurgled and tried to scream at him. His ass cheeks
suddenly clenched and he thrust into her, hard, filling
as much of her mouth as he could. First one, then two,
then three globs of hot cum shot out of his shaft into
her waiting mouth. She choked and tried to spit it out,
but he held her firmly in place.
"Swallow it all!" he gasped. "Suck my
balls dry." She had no choice but to swallow, but
she refused to suck on him any longer. "I said
suck!" he yelled at her in angry. Fearful, she
increased the tension of her lips around his shaft and
reluctantly sucked on his softening cock. Another spurt
and a few more beads of his pearly cum shot into her
mouth. She swallowed it all, not spilling a drop. At
last he let her go. She fell away, choking and gasping
for air. She shot Mark a look of pure hatred. Mark lay
on the bed and looked back, his face a mask of satisfied
For Mark it was everything he had imagined. As a sexual
experience, it had felt amazing, but knowing it was
his sister who had performed it made all that much better.
He sighed happily and looked over at Anne. His sister
was still sitting on the floor, breathing heavily and
glaring at him. For her, the experience had been less
that enjoyable. She didn't know if it had been worth
it, if a month in the Bahamas was worth drinking her
own brother's cum, but she was determined to forget
this whole this whole thing, and soon. But Mark had
He looked over at his clock and smiled. It was only
7:00 p.m. He still had the whole weekend in front of
him, and it was going to be one hell of a time. Anne
slowly stood and started to leave, snapping Mark out
of his reverie.
"Where are you going?" he demanded as he
grabbed his robe and threw it on.
"I did what you wanted," she sneered. "Now
leave me alone."
Mark shrugged. "The deal was you would be mine
for the whole weekend. Its still only Friday night."
Her eyes widened as she looked to the door for escape.
"And right now, my little maid, I want you to do
my laundry. Come along now." He smiled sweetly
and started for the door. His command had been so idle,
so calm and casual, that she felt compelled to obey.
With a sad sigh she grabbed the newly filled basket
of clothes and followed her brother to the basement.
Mark grabbed a chair and dragged it into the laundry
room. Without a word, he sat down and watched. Anne
glared at her older brother, but set to her task without
complaint. What could she do? She had come this far.
To quite now, over laundry, seemed ludicrous, all things
considered. Thankfully, it was only one load.
Mark's eyes drank in her body and it moved and jiggled
beneath her skimpy, sexy uniform. He wanted to run to
her, tear off her clothes, and fuck her against the
washing machine. Even having just had himself sexually
satisfied, his cock still twitched and threatened to
rise at the thought. With some restraint, he contented
himself watching. Anne threw the remainder of his clothes
in and started the machine, looking expectantly to Mark
for further orders. Instead, he just stared at her.
She shifted nervously.
"Why don't you hop up onto the washer until the
load is done," Mark told her. She looked at him,
somewhat confused, but slowly pushed herself onto the
machine. Facing Mark, she crossed one leg over the other
to hide his view from her naked pussy. In a few moments
she realized that her pussy wasn't his immediate focus.
The machine started its wash cycle, agitating visibly,
and Anne rocked gently on top of it. She could feel
her unrestrained tits bouncing inside of her top, and
looking at Mark, suddenly realized he had a great view
of the tops of her tits bouncing with the machine. She
tried several times to uncomfortably cover herself better,
but in the end, gave in to his stares. At least he wasn't
The cycle of the machine seemed to take forever as
Anne sat and displayed herself to her brother. When
the washer finally stopped, she quickly hopped off and
started to transfer the load to the dryer. So exhausted
from the ordeal so far, she didn't even think as she
bent fully over in front of her brother.
Mark's eyes bulged as he saw his sister's bare pussy
in the best shot he had seen yet. He smiled at her carelessness,
a new wave of lust creeping over his loins. Anne set
the dryer and turned back to her brother.
"Now what?" she sneered. "You want me
to sit on the dryer?"
"No," he said as he got up from the chair.
"I'm hungry. Make us dinner." He smiled at
her and led the way to the kitchen. She choked back
her anger, but followed behind.
Mark took a seat at the kitchen table and positioned
himself to watch the full of the kitchen. Anne stood
there for a time, waiting for him to say something.
Finally she sighed.
"Well, what do you want?" she demanded, slightly
"Make some spaghetti. I think there's sauce in
She glared at him, but set to work. Searching through
the freezer, she found a small tub labeled sauce and
tossed it into the microwave to defrost. Anne set a
large pot of water on the stove to boil and turned to
Mark, keeping an eye on him. She still believed, deep
down, that she held some sort of personal control over
the situation. Mark simply sat and stared at her in
total silence. Anne shifted nervously under the cold
scrutiny, waiting for him to say something, to do something.
But he did neither, choosing to stare in silence, his
eyes eating her body.
Mark was smiling on the inside. He could see exactly
how much he was getting to her, and he loved every moment.
But his heart was thudding against his chest, threatening
to burst. And that wasn't all that was going to burst.
His hard cock throbbed painfully, needing release, needing
a hole to explode into. He was surprised he had been
able to hold out as long as he did, but he would have
to move soon. He watched his sister closely, waiting
for the right moment. The right moment to take her.
It seemed like an eternity to Anne, but the water finally
started to boil. She turned thankfully from the haunting
stare and pulled the pasta from the cupboard. Grabbing
a handful, she tossed it into the boiling pot and began
to stir it idly, unaware that Mark had moved in behind
her. In one, swift motion he grabbed her by the shoulders
and forced her chest down onto the counter.
Anne shrieked in terror and tried to push herself up,
to fight free of his grip, but it seemed hopeless. He
was much stronger then she was, and the way he had her
pinned prevented her arm muscles from resisting him.
"What are you doing?" she screamed at him,
her voice tight.
"What I've been dreaming of for months,"
Mark snickered in her ear. "Now hold still. You
might enjoy this."
Mark tugged at the knot on his belt, letting his robe
open at the front. His stiff rod swayed as it sought
out the object of its affections, now so close at hand.
Anne whimpered into the counter top as her brother's
hand felt its way under the short skirt and onto her
ass cheeks. He plied and kneaded at the soft globes
until his middle finger found its way in between the
mounds. The finger rubbed and wormed its way around,
at last finding the entrance to her sweet cunt. She
cried softly, causing him to smile even more. She didn't
resist as he kicked her legs apart and dragged her hips
slightly back, positioning her for entry. Licking his
lips, Mark took his cock in hand and aimed it at her
"Stop," she screamed as she felt the head
of his dick press against her pussy lips. She pushed
off the counter but Mark caught her before she was able
to turn away. In one, quick stab he thrust half his
cock into her partially dry cunt.
She whimpered and cried but he held her firm. Mark
put one hand on her hips, and with the other he pushed
her head down and slightly to the side. Through tears,
she saw the boiling pot of water and pasta getting closer
and closer to her face. Sucking in a hot breath of fear,
she tensed, then forcibly relaxed, trying to accommodate
Mark's size in her unlubed cunt.
Mark held her head above the steaming pot, and sniffling
in defeat, she slowly reached down and began to finger
her clit. Mark grunted and laughed in her ear, and began
to move his cock around inside of her as best he could.
From the combination of the stimulation to her clit
and the action in her pussy, Anne felt her juices begin
to flow and lubricate around Mark's penis. Mark felt
it too. With A handful of her hair, Mark squeezed her
tits through her blouse and stared to thrust up into
her. She closed her eyes and tried to leave her body,
to let her brother rape her without feeling it.
Scalding moisture brought her abruptly to her senses.
Mark began to batter her with quick, hard thrusts. His
body was locked on one, solitary purpose: filling this
cunt with his sperm. As his thrusting became more and
more ferocious, Mark began to push on her head, forcing
her closer and closer to the boiling water.
She panicked. She tried pushing, twisting her way free,
but it was no use. With his orgasm near, she could never
escape his grasp now. The heated steam turned from irritable
to painful as it began to scald her face, to burn her
skin. She had no choice. In a desperate act she began
to thrust back against him. Mark moaned as she started
to milk the muscles of her pussy around his cock with
He couldn't believe how good it had felt before. Now
that she was fucking him back, he knew he couldn't last.
He pulled her away from the pot and slammed her face
back into the counter. Grabbing her shoulders, he pounded
into her several more times before at last erupting
into her cunt. Blob after blob spurted deep inside her
belly. His cock twitched and slowly started to soften.
Mark licked the side of her face and pulled out abruptly.
He wiped his cock on her apron and left her crying on
the counter as he returned to the chair, totally satisfied.
That had been far better than he had ever imagined.
Anne slumped against the counter and sobbed. Her pussy
was on fire and face burned from the near scalding.
She could feel her own juices and her brother's sperm
dripping down her inner thighs. She felt so far away,
that this couldn't be happening. She couldn't even remember
what she had done that could be so awful as to allow
her own brother to rape her.
He watched her from his chair, letting her cry silently,
for several minutes before tapping the table impatiently.
"Anne, I think the spaghetti is ready now,"
he said matter-of-factly. "You better serve it
before it gets mushy."
She turned and glared him with pure hate in her eyes.
Mark smiled back at her. She knew, now, that her torment
had only just begun. She said nothing, but took out
two plates and silverware and set two places. With an
angry, distant expression she served out two helpings,
smearing sauce over each and sat down. Mark couldn't
believe what was happening. She seemed to have become
his willing slave. He could barely eat as he stared
at her with a newfound lust.
Anne, in fact, was not so willing. Crying into the
counter top opened her eyes to the realization of what
she let herself into. She had sucked her brother off,
drank his sperm, and let him fuck her. It wasn't too
late, of course. She could walk away. But what would
be the point, now, after she had been put this much.
She would get through this weekend, get that tape and
destroy, and plot her eternal revenge. For now, she
would have to get by. She didn't look at Mark as she
forced herself to eat, but she could feel his eyes walking
over her. She cringed but finished as much as she wanted.
When she looked up she noticed Mark's plate was empty.
"More?" she sneered at him.
"No, I'm fine," he replied pleasantly. "But
you know, I'm a little sore. I think I need a massage."
He got up and started to walk upstairs, not even bothering
to see if Anne would follow. She hesitated, but slowly
got up and climbed the stairs after him. She found him
naked, face down on his bed, his lean, well-defined
body displayed for her. She frowned, but found herself
climbing onto the bed beside him. She started at his
shoulders, rubbing them awkwardly. Mark sighed.
"That feels good," he moaned. "Straddle
Anne slowly swung a leg over his body and settled down
on his ass. Mark groaned as he felt her bald pussy lips
brushing his skin. He could still feel the wetness of
her juices and his cum mixed within her. She worked
over his neck, shoulders and back as best she could.
Mark moaned in appreciation from time, but said nothing,
letting her work. For half and hour she kneaded and
rubbed, working out his muscles. By the end of it, Mark
was laying on yet another raging hard on.
Anne pulled herself off of Mark and started to move
off the bed when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled
her down. Moving quickly, her forced he on her back
and climbed on top of her, pinning her smaller frame
beneath him. She squirmed against him and pushed at
his chest, trying to push him away.
"Mark, no!" she screamed at him as she beat
at his shoulders feebly. Mark grinned down at her. "Got
off or I'll scream."
She opened her mouth to let out a bellow but before
she could finish taking a breath Mark smashed his lips
into hers, filling her mouth with his tongue. Her eyes
widened in shock. She lay there stunned as her brother
kissed her, exploring her mouth. She snapped back to
her senses and bit down on his lip. The salty taste
of blood hit her tongue before Mark snapped his head
back and howled at her.
"Fucking bitch!" He wanted to fuck her long
and slow, but now she would have to pay for that. He
forced her legs apart and thrust his cock in between
her thighs. Anne fought and twisted, kicking with her
legs, trying to break free, to not let him inside of
her again. He grabbed both her legs behind the knees
and pushed her wide open. In one thrust, his cock found
her opening and buried itself deep inside. She screamed
in terror more than pain as Mark wrapped his arms around
her shoulders and ground her body into his own. Her
cunt was still slick from the last fucking, and burying
his face in her hair, he began to brutally pound into
Anne grunted as she took each stroke, one direction
filled completely, another nearly emptied. Mark was
in pure heaven as he attacked her cunt like a wild animal.
He could feel her hot body beneath him and was slightly
sad that he couldn't feel her bare breasts against his
naked chest while he fucked. Oh well, plenty of time
for that later. For now, he fucked her like a man possessed.
Anne closed her eyes and tried to be far away, but
the pounding cock in her pussy kept her too close to
reality. There was nothing she could do this time. Pinned
beneath her brother, her legs spread wide while his
hips and ass pumped in and out of her, she couldn't
even move, let alone try to help the process along.
It didn't matter, though. Within minutes she heard him
grunt and felt his entire body stiffen as his cock plunged
in to the hilt. She felt his hot cum fill her pussy
for the second time. Mark grunted again and moaned with
His cock twitched and spasmed inside her. He just fucked
his own sister for the second time in one night! He
started laughing to himself and unceremoniously rolled
off of her. Anne remained on her back, eyes closed,
"That was good," he laughed, turning his
head to look at her. Her nose crinkled in disgust. "As
a reward, you may have half an hour for yourself to
take a shower and get cleaned up." She looked over
at him and sneered, but got to her feet and headed thankfully
to the bathroom. "And Anne," he said a s she
reached the door, "make sure your dressed again
properly when you're finished." She didn't even
turn to look at him as he spoke, only nodded and continued
Marked lounged in bed, humming idly to himself, as
he heard the water start to run. He smiled happily.
This was going to be a great weekend. No doubt Anne
would use the entire half-hour, but that was okay. He
was spent for the night, and content to merely lay back
and recall all the wondrous things he had experienced
The ringing phone cruelly snapped Mark out of his revelry.
He rolled over and reluctantly picked it off the receiver
beside his bed.
"Hello?" he half snorted.
"Hi, is Anne there?" Marked ground his teeth.
He recognized the voice. One of Anne's friends, one
of the girls who weren't supposed to call this weekend.
"No, didn't she tell you she went away for the
"She said that she might be, but wanted me to
call her tonight to make sure."
"Oh, well I'm sorry. She's gone until Sunday night."
"Okay thanks, bye." Mark slammed down the
phone. That bitch! She would pay for that one, too.
Mark jumped up and started for the bathroom, then stopped.
An idea filled his head, and idea so much better than
another hard fucking. He threw on a pair of shorts and
headed downstairs to prepare.
Anne turned the water off and stepped out of the shower
only with the greatest of grievances. Disgust ran through
her body. She had allowed her own brother to fuck her,
to cum inside her mouth and pussy. She had almost scrubbed
herself raw, trying to wash away the filth she felt
inside. It didn't help. She glanced at the clock and
sighed. She had only five minutes left. After seeing
what Mark was capable of, she didn't want to risk any
of his wrath by being late. After drying herself, she
pulled back on the sleazy French-maid outfit and brushed
out her hair. She slowly opened the door and looked
out. Mark was not in sight. She sighed and headed slowly
for his room.
"Anne, come down stairs, please." The pleasantness
in Mark's voice reminded her of a snake about to strike.
But she found that her feet were already heading down
the stairs. She passed down the hall, but he was nowhere
in sight. When she rounded the corner into the living
room, her eyes fell on the old, wooden armchair that
used to be in the dining room. She noticed that several
straps had been attached to it. Before she could think
about the strangeness of it, she felt a pair of hands
grab her from behind and toss her roughly to the floor.
Stunned by the sudden attack, she was too dazed to
react when Mark grabbed her again and hauled her into
the chair. She thought about fighting back, but before
she could react, Mark had already fastened one of her
arms securely in place. She jumped at him, swinging
her free arm wildly, but Mark had already forced his
weight into her. Practically sitting on her, he forced
her other arm down and tied it securely. Once in place,
she gave up. Her legs were tied at the ankles and knees,
forcing them apart, and another strap was secured across
her waist. She was his captive, beyond all doubt.
Mark towered over her, staring down.
"One of your friends called while you were in
the shower," he said, shaking his head. "I'm
so disappointed in you. Well this is what happens when
you cross me." He bent down and kissed her hard
on the lips before he slipped a black pillowcase over
her head. He secured it around her neck with a small
belt and patted her on the top of the head.
"Night, night, Anne," he laughed. "Sleep
Mark slept in late through the morning. He lounged
in bed, lazily stretching and twisting as images of
his dream-like night filled his waking mind. He felt
a brief moment of guilt, not just for the forced sex,
but also for having sex for his own sister. But that
brief moment of guilt was quickly and utterly replaced
with a stirring lust. He smiled and headed down the
stairs naked. He found his sister still tied to the
chair, her head slumped to one side in what was no doubt
an extremely uncomfortable position. He could see the
curves of her body through the tightness of her outfit.
He knelt down in front of her and placed his hand on
his sister's knee. She didn't stir. He smiled lifted
up her skirt, getting an eye full of her sweet pussy.
It looked so thoroughly delicious as he slid his hand
down her opened thigh and gently rubbed the lips. Anne
shivered and stirred at his touch, her head rolling
forward as consciousness grabbed her.
Anne groaned as the stiffness of her neck shot slivers
of pain through her back and head. She slowly opened
her eyes and started to panic as a strange darkness
filled her vision. Slowly she calmed down as the events
of the past night caught up her. She remembered the
fucking, the humiliation, and finally being tied to
this chair and left there all night. It had taken her
hours to try and fall asleep, and at last exhaustion
found her. It had her still, but something had awakened
her, was keeping her awake. And she felt it in her cunt.
She soon became aware that she was not alone. It was
Mark, she knew, that was kneeling before, one hand massaging
her thigh, the other plying at her cunt. His fingers
rubbed around her lips, moving slightly up to tweak
at her clit, and back down again to slowly push into
her abused hole. Had this been anyone else, under any
other circumstances, she would be enjoying herself greatly.
But even with the intense stimulation, she refused to
Mark could take it no longer. It just looked so good,
he had to taste it. He reached around and untied the
belt at her waist and pulled at her hips. She had enough
slack to allow her ass to be dragged to the edge of
the chair. Mark wasted no time. His hands firmly gripping
her hips, he plunged his face in between his legs. His
tongue snaked out, lapping and licking at the lips of
her cunt. She tasted good, so good he forced her lips
apart and sank his tongue deep inside her. Anne moaned
and twisted in disgust and helplessness. She knew at
that moment that her humiliation could not get any worse.
Mark would have been quite content to sit before her
and eat out his sister all day, but he only had a weekend.
And after he was through with her, he knew that he would
never have a second chance. He had to make the most
of it. Reluctantly, he took one final lick and pulled
back. His hands slid form her hips and moved up her
sides to cup themselves around her breasts. He suddenly
realized that he had yet to see her tits and give them
the proper attention they deserved. He smiled at his
own neglect. Grabbing the top of her blouse, he yanked,
shredding the thin material and pulling it to the side.
Anne jumped in surprise, feeling all the more vulnerable.
He stared at her tits, marveling at their curves, at
the small, perky nipples, the full, firm shapes before
his hands cupped the naked flesh for the first time.
His hands and fingers roamed and probed and squeezed
at her tits with abandoned lust. They were simply marvelous.
He bent his head forward, burying his face between the
mound and squeezing the flesh into his cheeks. His mouth
locked onto one nipple, sucking and biting until it
hardened. He slobbered and kissed at it, leaving a glistening
trail as he licked across her chest to the other.
Anne remained silent, trying to keep emotionless to
the attack on her helpless body. She had only to get
through one ore day of this and it would be all over.
She could endure one more day. She sighed in relief
as Mark finally gave up on her tits, leaving them wet
and sore, and started to untie her. She stretched her
cramped and aching muscles as he pulled her to her feet.
She moaned and stretched and reached to pull off the
makeshift hood, put Mark grabbed her arms to stop her.
In one, shift motion he pulled at the flimsy material
of her uniform and tore it free, leaving her blind and
completely naked before him. Mark dragged her by the
shoulders to the couch and tossed her to the floor.
She lay there, uncertain of what to do. She was more
vulnerable than ever and knew she couldn't fight off
her bigger brother, especially like this. Laying on
the floor, slumped against the couch, she refused to
move. Her aching muscles fought against her, fought
against the torment of the night in the chair.
She suddenly felt herself being bent at the waist over
the couch. A strap was attached to her right knee and
pulled taunt. Another was attached to her left, leaving
her kneeling, bent over the couch with her legs forced
apart. She didn't bother to struggle when she felt the
same being done to her wrists. When he was done, Mark
had her secured to the couch in perfect fucking position.
The tension on her arms caused her upper body to be
stretched and lifted off the couch. When he knelt down
behind her, he discovered, much to his delight, that
her tits were open and free to be fondled from behind.
He positioned his cock at her pussy lips and eased it
inside of her.
Mark groaned loudly in her covered ear as his cock,
greased with his own saliva and her natural lubrication,
slide deep within her. He buried himself to the hilt.
He could feel the walls of her pussy spasm around his
shaft. He remained within her, enjoying every sensation,
for several minutes, his hands working over her breasts.
Slowly, he eased himself back out of her until only
the head remained inside. Holding her firmly, he slammed
back into her. Anne grunted and bit her lip to keep
from yelling out.
Mark smiled and licked her shoulder as wave after wave
of intense pleasure coursed through his dick. He growled
playfully to his helpless victim and eased his cock
back out, only to slam it in again. Over and over, with
an ever-quickening pace, Mark battered his sister's
ass cheeks, filling the room with the smacking of skin
on skin, his hands never leaving her breasts.
For half and hour he rammed his sister's cunt, mauling
her body with his hands, abusing her with his cock.
He was going to cum inside her pussy soon, but that
wasn't what he wanted this time. He wanted her to swallow
his cum again. She had given him a fantastic blowjob
last night, even under order. He couldn't wait to do
it again. He pulled from her in one, swift jerk, a wet,
slurping sound accompanying his exit. He started to
stand and when her looked down at her ass.
It was a shame to leave her pussy empty while he filled
her mouth, he thought. An idea filled his head and he
left the room. Anne struggled to hear what was going
on, to discover why he had suddenly stopped. She thought
she heard the back door open, and Mark talking, but
she could not make it out.
She could feel Mark walk back into the room and stood
beside her, chuckling to himself. She thought she could
hear a patting sound and suddenly felt hot breath on
her naked pussy. She jumped, feeling Mark sill standing
beside her. Someone else was in the room sniffing at
her cunt. Had Mark invited a friend over to abuse her
as well? She tried to twist and fight away from the
loud sniffing and hot breath that followed her every
"You're going to love this, Anne," Mark smirked
at her. She felt a wet tongue lap across her pussy lips
and jumped. The tongue felt huge. It seemed to cover
her entire cunt with each lick. Anne had never felt
a guy eat her out like that. The huge tongue licked
forward and filled her up like a cock.
Anne squealed into her hood as she felt coarse hairs
rub against her inner thighs. Whoever was licking out
her pussy was doing a job like no other. She couldn't
help but to feel her body become aroused as her new
assaulter slobbered and panted around her cunt. Her
arousal turned quickly to fear and disgust when the
sudden realization struck her. It was not a who but
a what that was licking her. And that what was a dog.
Mark grinned as Anne shrieked and tried to pull away
from the lapping dog. Prince, their massive German Shepherd,
followed her every move, lapping away at the delicious
"Good boy," Mark praised as he patted the
dog's head. Prince ignored him, intent on his task at
"Mark, no!" she wailed as the dog continued
to assault the captive girl's cunt. She began sopping,
the depraved act robbing her of all of her dignity.
For several minutes Mark just watched in wonder as
Prince licked his sister. Anne had stopped sobbing,
and was now grunting with each lick. He listened carefully
and could have sworn that the grunting was from pleasure,
not humiliation and torment. He smiled and stood up.
Anne could feel the belt around her neck loosened and
the hood was pulled off. She squinted as the sudden
morning light stung at her eyes, but her vision slowly
adjusted. She looked behind her as best she could and
watched in wonder and horror as the big dog ate her.
Mark climbed up on the couch and squeezed himself in
between her and the back of the couch. Anne opened her
eyes as Mark grabbed the sides of her head and pulled
her mouth down on his cock. Her mouth resisted for an
instant before he shoved the cock head, and the rest
of the shaft, inside. He forced in as much as he felt
she could take and started pulling her head up and down
on his penis, jerking himself off with her mouth.
Anne closed her eyes as the sensations between her
legs betrayed her mind. It was good. She had never in
her young life been so thoroughly pleasured orally by
anyone. She pretended it was someone else, and not her
pet dog, that was eating her. She pretended it was Dave.
Her mouth slowly relaxed at the thought. As for the
cock in her mouth, it didn't really matter. She liked
giving head, and as long she pretended it wasn't her
own brother, than it was all right. As he pulled on
her head, Anne moaned softly and started to suck back,
her mind lost to the realization of what was happening
to her. All that mattered was that she was getting the
pleasure of her life.
From his vantage point, Mark had the perfect view of
Prince licking his sister with his massive tongue. The
sight turned him on beyond compare. As he fucked Anne's
mouth, the idea of her totally humiliation brought him
closer and closer to orgasm. After the wonderful fucking
he had given her already, he was close. So when she
actually started to suck him back, Mark could not control
himself. In a rush, Mark grabbed the back of her head
and forced it down on his cock. Hot cum erupted in her
mouth. She didn't have to be told this time as she swallowed
every drop. Mark held her head tight, not letting his
softening cock out of her mouth.
Anne could feel her it deep in her cunt, the growing
sensation of orgasm. She fought against, fought the
betrayal of her body. She didn't want to cum by a dog's
tongue. When Mark's cum flooded her mouth, however,
the fire increased a hundred-fold. She swallowed his
incestuous sperm eagerly. She closed her eyes tight
as Prince continued his vicious licking. Anne suppressed
a deep moan, letting out a quiet whimper as wave after
wave of intense, animal sexuality rushed through her
body. She wanted to cry, to scream, to holler at the
top of her lungs, but she wouldn't give Mark that kind
of satisfaction. She whimpered, his soft cock still
in her mouth, and did all she could to keep from biting
The dog lapped at her flowing cum until he was satisfied
and, tail wagging, went into the kitchen. Mark groaned,
having just witnessed the most erotic event he could
ever imagine. Smiling lazily, he pulled himself off
the couch and, patting Anne on the head, went upstairs
Anne slumped against her bindings. They stretched at
her arms and shoulders, but she was too exhausted by
the whole ordeal to care. How could her body betray
her so completely? How could she get off on a dog licking
her cunt? It had been good though. So good...
A wet lick on her inner thigh snapped her awake. She
turned her head and saw Prince standing behind her again,
licking at the pussy juice that was dripping down her
thighs. He moved closer and began lapping at her cunt,
forcing his tongue back inside her again.
"Prince," she yelled at him. "Bad dog.
Go! Go to the kitchen!"
The dog ignored her. Without Mark there, he was free
do to as he wished. And right then he seemed content
to lick out her pussy. Anne tried again to move her
waist as much as she could to get away, but the dog's
long tongue never left its target. It lapped and lapped,
sending a new current of electric urges through her
body. She moaned out loud this time, aware of the shower
still running and her own privacy.
She couldn't help herself and found her ass pushing
back against the dog's probing tongue. She curled her
hips until the lapping was centered on her clit. She
moaned and writhed, her fists tight balls as felt a
new climax building inside her. Just as she neared the
breaking point, Prince stopped and moved away from her.
Anne's eyes snapped open and she looked around desperately,
only to find Prince at Mark's feet, tail wagging happily
at its master.
"Good boy," he said, patting the dog's head
and scratching his sides. "Such a good boy."
He looked over at his sister with a smile of pure smugness
and led the dog to the back door and outside. When he
returned he stood over his sister and stared at her
with lust in his eyes.
"Told yeah you would like that," he laughed
and started to untie her. When she was free, Anne stood
haphazardly up, still stiff and weak from the night
in the chair. "Go get showered and put on what
I lay out for you. It'll be ready in your room. You
have half an hour. Don't be long." He smiled sweetly.
Anne glared at him but said nothing as she left thankfully
for the bathroom.
For the remainder of the morning and most of the afternoon
Anne almost enjoyed herself. Mark took her out to breakfast,
and then lunch. He took her to various shops and stores,
buying her clothes and small pieces of jewelry and basically
whatever else she desired.
Through it all Mark made pleasant small talk about
anything and everything. Anne would have thought that
he might have felt guilty about what he had done to
her, that it was all over, had it not been that Marks's
eyes were ever devouring her body. He had chosen for
her a pair of black high heels and a thin, one piece
summer dress that was cut low in the front and was hemmed
up high on her thighs. Every time she thought he was
being genuinely nice, all she had to do was look at
the lust in his eyes to know better.
In the late hours of the afternoon he took her to a
mall on the far end of the city, one that neither of
them went too very often. It seemed a little suspicious
to Anne, but there was nothing she could do. He led
her to a large department store and told her to pick
out one piece of clothing, anything she wanted. Anne
smiled happily and dove into the isles, pulling pieces
from the racks, not equating herself as a prostitute
with Mark buying her sex with clothes. She escaped to
the dressing room, thankful that Mark didn't interrupt
her as she changed outfits and viewed them all in the
privacy of the little room.
At last she emerged with a bundle of clothes in one
hand and a single dress in the other.
"I'll take this-" She was cut off as Mark,
seeing the way clear, clamped a hand around her mouth
and forced her back into the small change room. She
dropped the clothes as Mark spin her around roughly
bent her over. Flipping the short dress over her ass
and onto her waist, Mark undid his pants and dropped
them to his knees.
Mark pushed the head of his cock into her cunt and,
grabbing her hips in both hands, forced the rest of
his cock slowly inside. He moved slowly for a few thrusts
until he felt her moisten, then fucked her as fast as
he could in the small room. Anne shuddered and grabbed
onto the shelf for support as her brother fucked her
from behind. He jerked in and out of her in quick, short
thrusts, one hand slipping under her to grab a tit while
the other balanced on her waist.
Within a few, short minutes he was sweating from the
effort but could feel his orgasm close at hand. Pounding
into her, he came quick and hard, pumping his seed deep
into her cunt. He groaned as his knees buckled and latched
onto her body for support. He chuckled and pulled himself
out as he licked her ear.
"Thanks, sis," he sneered and pulled up his
pants. Checking to see that the way was still clear
he stepped out and closed the door behind him.
Anne shivered and slumped against the wall. Mark's
cum dribbled down her leg. With disgust she realized
she had to clean herself up and pulled one of the discarded
outfits from the floor. She grimaced as she wiped his
cum from her leg and stuffed some of the clothing between
her legs to sop up the mess and prevent further leaking.
Anne felt a little disgusted, and a little naughty,
as she placed the dirtied clothing into the pile and
left them all on the bench. Retrieving the dress she
intended to buy, she stepped out to find Mark waiting
against a pole, like a boyfriend waiting impatiently
for his girlfriend to finish her business. He put his
arm around her shoulder and pulled her against him when
she tried to pull away, and led them to the cashier.
Mark led her through the mall, still attached to her
like a lover. Now she knew why Mark had chosen this
out of the way shopping mall to take her. They were
unlikely to meet anyone they knew, and Mark could act
however he wished with her. She felt sick to her stomach,
but let him lead her around.
He stopped outside a large shoe store and guided her
in. "Might as well get some shoes to match your
new dress," he said as he kissed her ear.
An older man who seemed to be the manager jumped forward
to take care of them when he saw pretty Anne in her
short dress enter. He was a medium sized man, slightly
balding and showing generous signs of age induced spare
tire around the waist from too much junk food.
Anne took a seat with Mark standing close behind her
and pointed out several different styles. With each
pair, the man became more and more bold, his hand resting
higher and higher on her leg until it reached her knee,
then her thigh.
She was painfully aware of the unwelcome touching,
and even more aware that each time he placed a shoe
on her foot he would lift her leg and stare under her
skirt at her bald, naked pussy. He began to sweat, though
the effort was almost nonexistent.
Mark was also aware of the man's attention to his sister.
The shoe salesman looked up more than once to find Mark
watching him, but each time Mark responded to his nervous
glance with a nod and a smile. Embolden even more by
this encouragement and Anne's lack of negative reaction,
he licked his lips nervously and slid his hand up her
Anne closed her legs before he could touch her pussy
and squirmed back, but said nothing. Behind her back,
Mark smiled and gestured meaningfully towards the back
storage room. The man looked to it, then back to Mark,
sweating even more.
"This style seems a little uncomfortable,"
he told Anne, trying to retain his professional air.
"I think I have some in the back with a different
toe that you might like. If you'd like to follow me."
With a nervous glance at his two employees the man led
the way to the back room.
Mark nudged Anne, and she reluctantly got up to follow.
Mark had to push her twice to get her all the way inside,
and the man closed and locked the door behind them.
Mark grabbed her from behind and clamped one hand over
her mouth, just like he had in the dressing room. But
this time, instead of bending her over, he pulled her
to the floor.
"You want her, don't you," Mark told the
man. The man only nodded and stared down as Mark held
Anne to the floor. "Come on, take her then. She's
At first the man hesitated, uncertain if Mark was serious,
or if he was just toying with him. But when Mark grabbed
the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up, revealing
her lovely naked pussy, his mind was made up. He stripped
off his pants and underwear and moved towards her.
It took both of them to hold her down, Mark's hand
still over his sister's mouth as she screamed into it.
The fat, sweating man crawled between her legs and took
his cock in hand. Mark had to keep from laughing as
he saw the puny thing, maybe 5 inches long, push into
her. Mark wondered, as the man entered his sister, if
he realized that it was another man's cum that made
the entry so wet and smooth.
Anne continued to try to scream and fight, biting and
cursing into her brother's hand. But when the man lowered
all of his weight on top of her and started to fuck
her in earnest, she gave up the fight. Mark removed
his hand, letting her head roll to the side, and took
a step back to watch. The large man totally covered
his little sister. All that was really visible was her
legs, splayed out to the side of his humping body, and
her head, eyes wide in disbelief.
The older man didn't have much style, Mark thought
curiously. His rhythm was all off, and he huffed and
sweated profusely on top of the trapped girl. With his
tiny cock and the treatment Anne had received that day,
he doubted that his sister could even really feel him
inside of her. And he doubted very much that she could
be enjoying this. All the better, he thought, because
he was enjoying it immensely.
Not surprisingly, Mark thought, the older man came
quite quickly. Looking at his watch he was surprised
that not even five minutes had passed before he grunted,
tensed a few times, and went limp on top of her. Smiling,
the pervert started to lick Anne's face, much to Mark's
amusement. He could have stayed and watched what would
have happened next, but he was tired, and starting to
get hungry again.
"Alright, bud," Mark said as he stepped forward.
"Fun's over. We gotta go."
The man looked at Mark, slightly angry at first, then
uncertain as to what to do. Finally, he pushed his sweaty
body off of Anne and started to clean himself up. Mark
pulled his sister to her feet, and without even straightening
her clothes, pushed her for the door.
"Thanks," the man wheezed. "That was
Mark smiled and opened the door. All eyes in the store
stared as they saw Anne, quite disheveled, and for those
who looked close enough, with a glistening stain on
her thighs. Mark didn't give them a second look, but
paraded her out the door.
Anne thought she could die at the moment, and would
if Mark hadn't taken her straight to the car. Her mind
couldn't quite grasp what had just happened.
Mark stopped for fast food, which Anne ate without
appetite, but ate nonetheless. By the time they got
home it was getting late. Anne sighed when she saw the
clock. The day was almost over. It was all almost over.
"It's been a great day, Anne," Mark teased.
"But pretty tiring. Know what would be really great
about now?" Anne glowered at him. "A nice
hot shower. And I think I need someone to wash my back
"Fuck you," Anne snapped.
"Oh, I will," Mark sneered and dragged her
roughly up the stairs.
He pulled her dress over her head and shoved her into
the shower, turning just the cold on. Anne howled and
quickly adjusted the temperature, giving Mark time to
strip and climb in behind her. His cock throbbed as
it bumped against her wet ass, but he didn't want to
touch her with the sweat and cum of that old man all
over her. He pushed her under the water and left her
Anne gratefully allowed herself to be swallowed by
the warm, soothing stream of water. She accepted the
soap from Mark and washed all memory of what had happened
away. Under the water, she allowed herself to be taken
away to a better place, a place where she was free from
this nightmare she had allowed herself to get into.
She closed her eyes and started to cry.
Suddenly there were strong arms around her, holding
her close. Lips, so full of passion and desire met hers,
and she kissed them back. She wrapped her arms around
this person who would protect her, and allowed him to
take her from the shower and carry her to her room,
all the while, never releasing their kiss.
Mark laid Anne tenderly on the bed, all at once surprised
and amused and aroused. He slipped in behind her and
nestled her neck, tasting her soft skin. Anne moaned
and pressed back, her eyes never opening. She allowed
Mark, even helped him, to lift her leg and slip his
cock inside of her. He fucked her slow and long in the
spoon position, his arm around her side, his hand feeling
her soft breasts, his mouth kissing and licking.
He rolled her over onto her back and climbed on top
of her, his lips kissing hers, his tongue twisting around
his sister's. He slid his cock back into her pussy and
fucked her long and slow into the night. When at last
he came inside of her, he pulled out and slumped down
on the bed, exhausted. Like lovers, they fell asleep
in each other's arms.
Mark awoke with the sun bright in his eyes. He looked
over and found his sister's head resting on his shoulder,
her face peaceful and happy. He smiled to himself. That
look would soon change. On the far side of her he spied
her alarm clock and almost gasped. It was nearly 11:00
a.m. Something Mark didn't tell his sister was their
parents were due back just before noon, which was anytime
now. Damn. He didn't mean to sleep so long. But he still
had the chance for one final fuck.
He moved closer and rubbed a finger along her clit
and down to her snatch. Rubbing at the opening, he slipped
a finger inside her cunt and instantly felt her moistening
at his touch. She must be dreaming, he thought. He kissed
her and she stirred and rolled her head back, opening
her eyes sleepily.
"Mmmm, morning," she whispered as her vision
cleared. "Mark?" She blinked, unsure if she
was seeing right. Memories of last night, of fucking
him so tenderly flooded back to her. She made a face
like she was about to throw up.
"Morning, sister," Mark smiled in amusement.
Anne ignored him and tried to climb out of the bed,
but he caught her arm and dragged her back.
"Where do you think you're going?" He snapped.
"Look, I did what you wanted," she whined
to him. "Now leave me alone."
"Can't," he laughed. "We made a deal.
And the weekend isn't over yet. Don't tell me you're
going to quit so close to the end." She sighed
and looked at him desperately. "Okay, I'll make
you a deal. You only have to fuck me once more, and
the deal is done." She glared at him. "But
you have to fuck ME."
"What do you mean?"
Mark laughed and lay back on the bed. "I mean,
I'm just going to lay here. You have to suck me off,
get me nice and hard, and then ride me until I cum.
That's the deal." Anne made the face again. "It's
that or we call the whole thing off."
She sat in silence for a long time. "Okay,"
she finally whispered. Mark nodded and pulled the covers
off of him, revealing his limp cock.
Anne sighed and bent over, her long hair trailing on
his skin. His cock started to twitch already, but her
fought against it. He wanted to enjoy this. Anne decided
that if she was going to have to fuck him, then she
would make damn certain that it was quick. She opened
her mouth and swallowed his flaccid penis and his balls,
taking it all into her mouth in one bite. She licked
at his balls inside her mouth and sucked hard. Against
all his will, his cock started to harden. She spit out
his balls and started to bob her head rapidly, making
him fully hard as fast as possible. He tongue worked
over his shaft, dancing around his head. It felt so
wonderful that he briefly considered cumming in her
Satisfied that it was fully erect, Anne stopped sucking
and sat up. She looked down at Mark with disgust and
swung her leg over his hips. Mark grinned up at her
and put his hand behind his head to watch as she took
his cock in hand and guided it to her cunt. Slowly she
sat down, taking his entire length into her. She moved
slowly at first, not wanted to be hurt like all the
times before and started to rock back and forth on his
dick. Mark looked up and marveled at how beautiful his
sister was in the morning light.
His hands reached up and cupped at her tits, squeezing
and kneading at the flesh. Anne worked her brother over
with every trick and talent she had learned, trying
her best to bring him off fast. She flexed and squeezed
her pussy around her his cock. She raised her hips so
that he was nearly all the way out of her, then tightened
her cunt muscles and forced his cock back inside. She
bounced and rutted on his cock with a fury, her breasts
flopping around in a lewd, erotic display that drove
Mark wild. Through it all he remained nearly motionless
except to occasionally fondle a breast or squeeze her
Half an hour later Anne was almost in tears. For her
it had been a trial in frustration as her brother would
not give in. For Mark, it had been an incredible screw.
He was prepared to let her go, to cum inside her and
end her torment, when the sound of a garage door opening
rattled through the silent house. Anne pulled of Mark's
cock and leaped to the window, staring down in horror
and relief as she saw her parent's car waiting for the
slow door to rise.
"Get back here," Mark growled. "We're
not done yet."
"But mom and dad are home," Anne said, incredulous
to Mark's statement.
Mark, infuriated, leaped to his feet and flung his
sister to the bed and jumped on top of her.
"I said one more time," he yelled as he shoved
his cock back into her. Anne gasped in pain as Mark
pounded her, shaking the whole bed with his furious
attack. He fucked her with a purpose, to cum inside
her as quickly as possible. The headboard banged ad
rattled against the wall as he fucked her. Anne cried
out and grunted in pain, but Mark didn't care.
With one, final, deep thrust, he came, filling her
again with his incestuous sperm. Mark grunted, glared
down at Anne and pulled away. Flinging his robe on,
he didn't even look back as he went downstairs to greet
Anne watched her brother leave and curled into a ball,
very aware of her raw, throbbing cunt. Her breathing
slowed and she smiled to herself. She couldn't wait
until Mark caught her doing something naughty once again.