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Authors name: Anonymous NixPix Author 1994
Story title : Blackmailed Sister
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Blackmailed Sister (Mm+/f-teen, blkmail, inc, beast, reluc)
By Anonymous NixPix Author 1994
***
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
little angel.
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 a drop.
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
full.
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 living room.
"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 shift
nervously.
"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 them.
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 him.
"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 or panties.
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 occasion.
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 his
scrutiny.
"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 went.
"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 me."
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 off
quickly.
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 lust.
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 other ideas.
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
touching her.
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 angry.
"Make some spaghetti. I think there's sauce in the
freezer."
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 pussy lips.
"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 each thrust.
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 my hips."
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 her.
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 pleasure.
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,
breathing heavily.
"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 on.
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 that day.
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 weekend?"
"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 tight."
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 acknowledge pleasure.
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 move.
"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
cunt.
"Good boy," Mark praised as he patted the dog's head.
Prince ignored him, intent on his task at hand.
"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 down.
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 to shower.
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 inner
thigh.
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 yours."
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 great."
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 for me."
"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 alone.
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. "Sleep
well."
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 mouth again.
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 hips.
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 his
parents.
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.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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