~Subject: FANTASIA: Siblings (mf, in, b/d)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Date: Mon, 29 Aug 1994 (a.s.stories)
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SIBLINGS
by V.P. Viddler
It was almost as though she was on drugs, but he knew that
wasn't it.
"Come on in, Sis."
No, it wasn't drugs that put that near-glaze in her eyes, that
slack, abandoned expression on her pretty face, that caused her to
breathe rapidly through an open mouth, those full high tantalizing
breasts rising and falling so provocatively. It wasn't drugs that
caused those dark eyes to look at him with such a tangible mixture
of longing and desire and shame and want and fear and humiliation.
It was what was inside her. Coming out at last.
"You want it."
That was all. And Lynn trying to look at him boldly, but
failing. Trembling, almost gasping. "All right. Yes. I want it. Do
it."
"Take your clothes off."
God. Lynn. Sister. Take your clothes off and let me look at
your body. Naked. A thing which would have horrified and disgusted
you not long ago. Which perhaps still does. But now--
Lynn's eyes closing. Opening. "All right." Nothing more than a
whisper. And hands trembling as they rose to unbutton the blouse.
Now turning away from him.
"No." Flat. Soft.
A beat, a tiny gasp, and Lynn turning back toward him. And
unbuttoning the buttons. Stopping. And he knew there was no bra.
Waiting. And Lynn taking the blouse off. Dropping it. Standing in
front of him and panting as he looked at her breasts.
"That's enough."
"No."
Lynn biting her lip. "You can do it without--"
"No. All of it."
She could go, she could at any time say no and walk out. And
not get what she came for. Standing and swaying and Buck waiting.
"All right." And Lynn unbuttoning her skirt, pushing down her
skirt, standing in pants only.
"Buck--"
"All of it."
A small moan. And pushing the panties down. All the way down
past curving thighs and round knees and molded calves and classic
ankles and off.
"Now."
"Soon. Stand there." Putting her through this for his pleasure.
"All right. Now."
And Lynn with a tiny whimper going to the bed, lying on her
stomach, stretching her arms toward the top of the bed, toward the
handcuffs.
"Put them on yourself. Tightly."
Lynn did so. Tightly. Holding her wrists in tight circles,
pulling her arms straight and taut, binding her as she was.
"Do it. Buck. Do it. Do it hard."
"Yes." He would. With the strap. Swishing it in the air as Lynn
moved in fear and desire and anticipation.
"Do it!"
"All right, Sis." And Buck raising the strap and swinging it
hard and whipping it down with all his strength and all his lust
across the bare white soft smooth quivering flesh of his sister's
gorgeous back.
Lynn screaming her heart out.
Buck did it again.
Lynn screaming again, howling her guts out.
"How is it, Sis?"
"Again." Gasping it, desperately gasping.
Buck did it again, just a bit lower. Watching Lynn's body arch
and buck and twist and writhe and tug at the cuffs, rolling and
sweating, as Lynn screamed herself hoarse.
"Again?"
"Oh--god--I--yes. Yes. Again. Yes. Harder."
And he did. Howling shrieking squalling and thrashing in agony.
"Again, Sis?"
"Oh--I--oh--aggh--arrrgghhh--ah--oh--unnhhh--nnnghhh--yes--
again--yes--yes--yes--"
"Harder?"
"Harder."
Cracking that strap across the middle of her back and her
sounds inhuman, shaking the walls.
"Turn over."
"God!"
"You want to. Don't you?"
"I--no--I--yes--oh no yes no yes--"
"Turn over, Sis."
Moaning, gasping, crying, Lynn turned slowly awkwardly onto her
back. Shaking, sobbing, looking up at him, those breasts pulling
up, taut, standing out, tight stiff nipples.
"Shall I?"
Moaning. Shaking. "Do it. Once. Just once. Hard. So hard. Now."
Closing her eyes.
"No."
"God. You--" Opening her eyes. Watching him raising the strap.
Whimpering. Watching him whipping it down. Cracking across her
breasts, slicing mercilessly into the high round mounds, horrible
pain, unbearable agony, his sister, spasming squirming twisting
wildly out of her mind with pain.
"Sis."
"Yes." Panting it, gasping it. "God yes now. Do it." And Lynn
now crying and writhing and opening her legs, spreading her legs
apart, stretching her legs wide for him. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Buck.
Fuck your sister. Fuck the shit out of me. Make me fuck you back.
Hurt me. Do it. Do it hard. Do it all. Make me suck your cock.
Make me crawl. Fuck me please now please yes now fuck me hurt me
and fuck me fuck my body and whip me again. Whip me again. Whip me
again AAAAA..."
"Fucking you Sis fucking my sister fucking you god it's good
Christ it's so good does it hurt Sis tell me it hurts god I want
it to hurt, it's so fucking good you're so tight I want to fuck
that squirmy cunt forever god how do you like it Sis tell me you
hate it tell me."
"Bastard bastard yes fuck me yes you're fucking me fucking your
sister and yes it hurts damn you."
"You like it don't you you want it to hurt right Sis."
"Damn you fucking me it's like rape I can't get loose these
damn cuffs hurt."
"I love it with you all helpless this way and I love raping you
but it's not rape because you love it and you want it and I can
feel your long gorgeous legs around me and your gorgeous fucking
body squirming under me and damn your sexy round breasts I want to
hold them and crush them and twist them till you scream."
"Yes do it do it AAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH AURRRGGHH!!"
"Squirm you bitch twist you sexy fucking cunt whore sister,
you're a dirty filthy slut whore, you know that?"
"Yes! Yes! I am. I'm a dirty filthy cunt slut whore and I'm
fucking you back and I'm hurting and you're raping the shit out of
me."
"I'm going to make you suck my cock, Sis. I'm going to make you
go down on your knees and put your mouth over my prick and suck it
for hours and swallow my fucking come. You hear that?"
"Yes yes make me do that I will I'll do it I'll be your
crawling grovelling cocksucker and you can come all over my face.
All over my face and in my hair and in my eyes and up my nose."
"Say I am your slut cocksucking sister. Say it!"
"I am your slut cocksucking sister..."