| My sweetest
and dearest kidsister Karen looked into my eyes, begging
me to finish what I had started two days ago. Begging
me to finish her. No, not finish her. Begin her. Begin
to give her her release so her soul could be free of its
ravaged and diseased corpulent shell. My hands roughly
mauled her tits, her blood flowing freely from their consensual
and voluntary wounds dripping over my fingers splattering
to the ground below us as our eyes met and our lips kissed
one last time as Suzy my wife lashed her back mercilessly
with the rattan cane. Leaning to one side to pick up my
large Bowie knife which was to be the instrument of my
dear sister's freedom, time froze and reality centered
as Karen and I both radared our mutual gazes to the glint
of clouded sunlight highlighting off the razor-sharp edge
of the blade.
Karen and I had always been beyond close as brother
and sister. Beyond close, but not ever crossing the
line into incest, at least not until very recently.
Well, not crossing our line. Our line since our teen-age
years may very well indeed be into incest according
to some others, but not to us.
When I was sixteen and Karen was thirteen, she had
come to in a funk because Bobby Fulgum her so-called
boyfriend back then in her seventh grade had finally
got her to kiss him and then broke up with her because
he said she was a lousy kisser. I tried to tell her
he broke up with her because she wouldn't let him get
past second-base, but she didn't want to hear it, was
convinced it was because she was a lousy kisser. So
being the nice big brother that I was and am, I promised
to show her how to kiss, not that I had kissed that
many girls but I had kissed enough to show her.
So one Saturday afternoon when our parents were gone
to the grocery store to shop and I had to stay home
to mow the grass and Karen had to be home as well to
help do some laundry, we went downstairs to my basement
bedroom and I began showing her how to kiss. At first
it did feel like, well, kissing my sister, even though
our kissing rapidly went from lip-to-lip to tongue-to-tongue.
My arms holding her close to me, it was a good half
an hour later after we first started before nature took
its inevitable course and she noticed a bulge poking
her thigh as she sat in my lap as we sat on the edge
of my bed.
"Speedy..." she ah-hemed, using the nickname
she and everyone else had called me since I was a little
kid, I not minding hating my given name "Stephan"
anyway "...is that what I think it is?"
"What do you think it is, Sis?"
"A hard-on?...Silly!"
"Silly yourself...what do you know about hard-ons?"
"I know I've never seen one...can I?"
"I don't know..."
"C'mon, p-l-e-a-s-e?..."
I have to admit that all sorts of thoughts were racing
through my head at that moment. While not a virgin,
I had only actually screwed two other girls. But this
was Karen, my kidsister, if we both were turned on by
our kissing tutorial I was giving her. I thought long
and hard for a moment while grinning at her al the time
to stall for a second.
"Well..maybe...under two conditions...first,
we don't tell anyone, you don't even tell Mary Ellen
(her best friend at the time)...and..."
"...and?..."
"...you have to show me yours, too.."
"Deal...I'm on my period now, though..."
"I don't care...I still want to see..."
"...'K..."
I rose and she sat down on the edge of my bed as I
flipped my cock out from my jeans.
"Touch it, Karen..suck on it..." I half-ordered
her.
"No....NOOoooo!...that's sick!....that's gross!..."
"TOUCH IT!...play with it!" I commanded
her again.
"No!....I'm not going to touch your thing!...that
would be incest, anyway...I just wanted to see what
a real one looked like, anyway..."
"Well, then, show me yours..."
"Okay..."
Karen pulled her loose slipover sundress up to her
waist as she leaned back on the bed, her white cotton
panties glaring in my room's diffused light from curtains
drawn. Slipping her panties down, a thin pinkish Tampax
string hung from her tiny closed labia.
"Well, if you're not going to touch mine, at
least touch yourself, play with yourself so I can watch..."
"No, I'm not going to do that either, Speed'...I
promised you could look at mine if you showed me yours...well,
you've seen mine and now I've seen yours...can we get
back to our kissing lesson now?"
"Sorry Sis but I simply have to get some relief...stay
just like that...I'll be right back..."
I ran the ten steps to my halfbath in my bedroom and
got a handful of toilet paper and rushed back before
she could change her mind.
"Well then, Punkinhead (a petname our father
used to call her which she absolutely hated), if you
ain't gonna touch my prick at least open your legs up
some more so I can get a better view and jack off some..."
"Can we kiss some more after you finish whacking
off?"
"What do you know about whacking off?...oh, never
mind...sure..."
Karen popped of the bed real quick, slipped her dress
off in a flash but left her 32A bra on and lewdly reclined
back on to the bed sideways so I could see her open
cunt for all its glory as I stood close beside her,
furiously beating my meat as she leaned her head up
to watch and giggle at me as I spanked the monkey all
the way home, my come spurting with so much pressure
that it sprayed all over her torso and even to her face
some as my knees buckled a little and my breath became
gaspy.
"Yuck...YUCK!, Speedy, yuck!...look at the mess
you've made on me!...yuck!..."
"You might as well get used to it Sis...any boyfriend
you have in the future will spurt come too so might
as well as get used to it."
Karen eased off the bed to scoot to my bathroom to
clean herself off before slinking back and putting her
sundress back on and plopping back down on the bed.
"Can we finish our kissing lesson now?"
"Sure..."
We kissed and kissed and kissed. And kissed. A car
door was heard slamming shut hard and we knew Mom and
Dad were back with the groceries. I still had about
a quarter of the lawn to do and Karen had to finish
folding the clothes from the dryer, after we helped
get the groceries in from the car.
Dad's eyes looked kind of funny at us as we both bob-bobbed
up the stairs from my lower-level bedroom.
"You kids been good while we were gone?...yourchoresfinished?"
"Yeah, we' been good Daddy, and y-e-s our chores
are almost finished."
He shot us continuing funny looks for the rest of
the day like he was trying to figure something out that
he wasn't sure he wanted to figure out.
And from that day on, Sis and I would be kissy-face
with each other for the rest of our lives. Never past
that point, but always at it. When one of us would have
a real bad day at school or one of us would break up
or be broken up by a boy or girlfriend or just needed
some comfort and support we would always wind up in
each other's arms kissing away, holding each other close,
our tongues mingling and wrestling with each other's.
And yes, I would invariably get a hard-on after a few
minutes of doing so and Sis did confess to me a couple
of years later that she also invariably got a little
wet too but we never crossed that imaginary and artificial
cultural line.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A couple or three years later I went to State as Sis
stayed home and finished high school and we began to
go our separate ways and lead our separate lives. Still
we would talk usually a couple of times or more per
week depending. Sometimes more and sometimes less. And
when I came home or the rare times she came to see me
in my dorm even though I only lived ten miles or so
from home we would invariably wind up in each other's
arms kissing and holding each other close and tell each
other our most inner secrets and fears and dreams never
losing that true intimacy we had accidentally created
so many years before.
Punkinhead, errrrr, Karen decided she didn't want
to go college but wanted to become a nurse instead,
so when she finished high school she enrolled in Wake
Tech's RN program where she could go to school fulltime
for a semester and then co-op as part of the curriculum
for the next semester and so forth until she got her
AAS in nursing degree and could sit for the exam a year
later after twelve more months of clinical experience.
A month after she graduated from Wake Tech and was
second in her class GPA-wise and had not just a job
but also a three thousand dollar signing bonus from
Rex Hospital for signing a contract for two years of
employment at more money than I was then making as a
high school boy's gym teacher and assistant athletic
coach at Garner Senior High that being a decent first
job to use my PhysEd degree for, Karen rented an apartment
in the same complex where I lived off Lake Boone Trail
which also was near her work and our relationship as
super-tight brother and sister-friends became even closer.
Which was great and would have been perfect, except
for the fact that I had been living with my then-girlfriend
Suzy for about a year then, and Karen's and mine intimate
kissing sessions began to feel almost like cheating
to me. Hell, they did feel like cheating to me. Especially
after Suzy came home a couple of hours early from having
to go in on a Sunday to catch up on some paperwork at
the wholesale fabric broker where she worked and caught
us red-handed and very red-faced.
She seemed to be angry just for second but almost
immediately calmed down. Then a sly almost wicked grin
spread her across her face. Suz' and I were planning
on getting married someday even though our engagement
wasn't formal yet. I certainly didn't want to do anything
to lose her. Except for my kissing sessions with my
kidsister, my sex life was pretty ordinary if not downright
dull and had always been that way. Sex with Suzy was
very nice most of the time and really great on occasion,
but something like what she had flung open the front
door to witness as Karen and I were making out like
bandits albeit fully clothed in all our innocent glory
was something before that moment I'd have bet our wedding
savings account on that Suzy would have broken up with
me over. But it didn't happen.
"I see you two are more than...friends...more
than brother and sister....hhhmmmm?"
"Please, Suzy..." I stammered "....it's..."
"It's what, Speedy?...not what it looks like?"
"...no...it's really not..."
Her smile was now a grin as she knelt down on the
floor beside the couch we were half-frozen in position
from embarrassment and fear.
"It's okay, really, Speed'...my sister and I
are close like you and Karen...really!"
I searched her eyes for any hint of sarcasm or set-up
but didn't see any.
"Suzy...Suzy..." I coughed out slowly "...it's
not like we actually do anything but kiss..."
"I know...just like Julie and me...that's all
we do too, and have since we were kids..."
"Us too!" Karen chimed in.
"...we just kiss...like this..." and with
that my girlfriend planted a nice big one right on Karen's
smackers. I knew Karen had never even considered touching
another girl and now my girlfriend was kissing her fully.
My eyes searched this weird but interesting scene unfolding
before me for any clue as to what might happen next.
Either every man's fantasy or every man's nightmare.
But alas, it was to be neither, more or less. Karen
reached her hand around to pull Suzy closer to her as
they kissed some more, and Suzy did the same. Oh hell
yeah it was erotic beyond belief. A wet stain began
showing through my khakis as my fully hard hard spurted
inside my briefs, its fluidity seeping through the layers
of cloth that had always protected Karen and myself
from our unspoken but very real boundaries we knew we
could or would never cross.
At that point though as my future wife and forever
sister still didn't lose their liplock of each other
millimeters away from my own licking lips I was ready
to risk it all and go for it right then and there and
take both of them to bed right then. Leaning in to them,
they let me join their kiss. My hands roaming a little
not just to Suzy's bloused breasts but also to Karen's
the mood was immediately broken.
"Speed...Speedy!" Karen scolded.
"Yeah, what's wrong with you!?!" Suzy echoed
Karen's scolding of me.
"What's wrong with me?...what's wrong with ME!...my
fiance' and sister are kissing like two long-lost lesbian
lovers and I join in and you both let me and then you
scold me for wanting to touch both of you and make love
to both of you...and you ask what's wrong with me?...Jezzzzz....what's
wrong with you two?"
"We're not lesbian, Speedy...you know I've never
kissed a girl before...not until now..." Karen
sniped at me.
"Yeah...I know...but why...why didn't you tell
me about you and Julie, hu, Suzy?"
"Because it was none of your business, fee-ahn-say...and
if I had, I was sure you'd want something like this
that almost happened to happen..."
"What's wrong with that?...what's wrong with
making love to the two women I really do love?"
"Nothing...brother dear...except I'm not lesbian
or even bi, and Suz' isn't either...now, let's do some
ground rules...now..." she stated firmly as she
pulled me back into her and Suzy and our threeway kiss
began again in earnest as we somehow conversed through
locked lips, the gist of it being that no further lines
would be crossed and Sis and I could continue our kissing
intimate sessions and Suzy could also have them with
her too and the three of us as well, as long as clothes
stayed on and nothing further went. I felt like a kid
who had been given the keys to a candy store only to
find all the cookie and candy jar superglued shut, but
at least things were out in the open now and Suzy was
cool with Sis and me.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A couple of months after that, after Sis had moved
in a couple of buildings down from mine in our Mission
Trace apartment complex and our lives began synching
really well together, she coming over a couple of times
per week or I going over there and we just sitting on
the couch together and talking and kissing and being
best friends as well as brother and sister like we had
for years and sometimes Suzy joining our little smooch
sessions too and once in a great while Suzy and Karen
even smooching but never going further than that by
themselves, Karen mentioned that finally she had let
her boyfriend that she had been seeing steady for the
past six months or so finally move in with her, mainly
to save some on her rent, I think.
A month or so after that, she told me during one of
our suckface sessions, she had done something to piss
Tony off really bad, run his car with the radiator running
hot for a short trip because hers was in the shop and
she was borrowing his to get back and forth to work
on, and instead of blowing his top by yelling and screaming
or even being a coward and physically abusing her, he
had instead overpowered her and turned her over his
knee despite the fact she genuinely fought him tooth-and-nail
to keep from doing so and had spanked her butt barehanded
until she was so sore so could hardly walk the two hundred
yards over to see me let alone be on her feet hardly
all day at work.
"Want to see those near-bruises he put on my
butt, Speed'?"
"No...no, that's okay Sis..." I smiled back
at her, she catching finally what she had offered to
me just then. She then went on to tell me that the harder
she fought his spanking of her, the more being overpowered
by him really turned her on, so much so that after he
had finished whipping her tail that she had nearly forcibly
dragged HIM to the bedroom and nearly raped HIM she
was so turned on.
"He didn't need any encouragement after I nearly
tore his clothes off of him, Speedy...he tied me up
with some old clothesline cord, put clothespins on my
nipples, spanked my open pussy, whipped my back and
butt and pussy with his belt, made me suck him off as
he mouth-fucked me, 'just made me his total slut and
slave, and God, Speed', I just enjoyed it so much!"
she continued as we held each other close as we traded
sweet kisses.
"I'm happy for you, Sis...happy that you've found
what and who really makes you happy..."
"....y-ea-h..." she sighed contentedly.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
That was three years ago past. Now is three years
hence. We, Karen and now-wife Suzy and me, are canoeing
down the Northeast Cape Fear River along the Angola
Bay Gameland area to a secluded spot I found with Jim
my old canoeing buddy when we did this stretch of river
during a week-long trip we made from the headwater of
the NE Cape Fear all the way down to Wilmington.
Three years ago past minus sixty days my dearest sister
Karen was healthier and happier and fitter than the
proverbial horse. She had a job she loved, lived with
a man she loved with whom she had an unusual relationship
with but one that was based on mutual respect and was
totally valid, and lived a life she loved.
Three years minus sixty days plus one day she fell
down at work unexpectedly as she puttered down the sixth
floor hall at Rex Hospital making her way from her nurse's
station to a patient room, one of the doctors seeing
her fall for no apparent reason and helping her back
up only to have her fall again, this time passing out
into unconsciousness in the process. For three days
she lay in Rex's ICU as they shuttled her near-lifeless
body in and out to do assorted tests on her near-corpse.
Dad came up to see her one time and couldn't handle
the sight of her just laying there nearly flatlinning.
Mom came up a couple of times a day but just for a few
minutes. I took three vacation days and basically never
left her bedside, Suzy bringing me sandwiches and soup
from the hospital's snackbar to keep me going. I never
stopped holding her hand. And when I was sure the coast
was clear for a few moments, my lips would bind with
hers as I tried to give her some of my own life-force
even if that meant shortening my own lifespan.
The MRI, actually both MRI's because the doctors truly
didn't believe what they saw in the first one, showed
a cancerous glob at the top of her medulla inside her
brain at the back of her head and cancerous tentacles
that had progressed all the way to the frontal cortex.
Way too much cancer to even consider operating. Strange,
too, because the main cancer mass should have really
impacted her vision badly, making her nearly blind,
but it hadn't, she hadn't complained of any visions
problems even as recent as the day she fell and went
comatose in the hall.
The doctors didn't expect her to ever wake up. They
fully expected her to die within a week or so as she
lay there with tubes running in and tubes running out
of her. But on the third day, she awoke. She awoke to
my kissing her. She kissed me back.
"It doesn't look good, does it, Speed'?"
"No, Sis, it doesn't..."
Mom and Pop wanted her to come back home, but she
wanted to spend her last days with me and Suzy. Mom
and Pop's feelings were really, really hurt.
Her doctors, who all knew and respected her as they
were colleagues who had worked together since she had
graduated from Wake Tech and took her job at Rex, didn't
pull any punches with her.
"You've got a week, maybe two, thirty days at
the outside, Karen..." Dr. Mauny who was chief
of oncological surgery at the Rex Cancer Center had
told her as plainly and without emotion as he could
tell her.
Mom and Pop got even angrier with me that I wouldn't
try to pressure Karen into spending her last days with
them. She wanted to spend her last sunrises and sunsets
as much with me as she possibly could, and I wanted
her to. They came over just twice more to see her, their
only daughter, before "the talk" happened
that had placed the three of us, Karen and Suzy and
myself, in an eighteen-foot rented canoe easing down
the Northeast Cape Fear River. Tony, Karen's long-time
live-in ess-ooh had freaked out really bad too when
Dr. Mauny had told him the grim to say the least prognosis
concerning his maybe-future wife. After Dr. Mauny had
left, he asked me to leave the room for a few moments,
and had told Karen to more or less move out anyway if
she was dying, to go ahead and move in with me and spend
her last days with me that he didn't care that I could
come get her shit whenever but basically not to come
back to their apartment. It's one thing to be a Dominant
in a BDSM relationship, it's another thing to be a jerk,
altogether.
As the cancer progressed Karen lost her appetite almost
completely and began losing weight rapidly. Dr. Mauny
and other physicians prescribed morphine sulfate tablets
which is almost like a legal form of heroin which helped
some. Two weeks after she moved in with Suzy and me,
the three of us now openly sleeping naked in the same
bed together at night, Karen quit taking her super souped-up
narcotic pills, claiming she didn't need them because
she wasn't feeling any pain. I knew when that happened
that the end was very close indeed.
As the three of us lounged naked in bed together one
Saturday night, each night potentially being my Sister
Dear's last on this earth, kissing and smooching and
now openly trading happy gropes and touches between
the three of us for mutual comfort and support, she
dropped a bombshell on Suzy and me.
"Speed?...brother dear?..."
"Uh-hu..."
"...make love to me, Speed..."
"...but,...but Sis..."
"...no butts to it, Speed'...make love to me...get
your belt and whip my tail with it, God I miss Tony
dom'ing me so much, beat my ass with your belt as I
lean over your knee in your lap and Suzy..."
"Yes, Karen?"
"...Suzy, as Speedy whips my tail with his belt,
I want you to grab and maul my tits and nipples...will
you do that for me, Suzy, my best girlfriend?"
she asked if not pleaded if not whimpered from fear
and pain and frustration.
"Sure...Karen...whatever you'd like..."
Suzy responded not to my entire surprise as we three
broke our kiss and smooch in the dark to flip some lights
on to a new and different night andday.
Karen's waisting-away shell of a body felt feather-light
as she lay across my lap, Suzy handing me my belt uncoiled
from my Dockers dropped on the floor. "Count, Slave,
Count!" I commanded my sweetest sister, trying
to fulfill what I thought she wanted.
"Yes, my Master!...one...two...threee-ee-ee!"
she began as my belt touched her tail hard across its
width as Suzy knelt down beside us to yank and maul
her tits without pity much like milking a stubborn milkcow
who you want to punish. Karen squirmed her tail and
pushed it higher up, wanting me to stroke the belt harder
even to her redding flesh. In the meantime Suzy had
scooted around and now had Karen sucking on her tits,
pulling her up by the hair and holding her there to
make her suck on her nipples. My cock was pushing firm
underneath as Karen continued to lay across my lap.
"On the bed, now, NOW, Slave..." I commanded,
trying to give her the role-play I thought she needed
and wanted.
Somehow it didn't just feel right but also felt prophetic,
a deja vu' memory aging into itself. Suzy put a Depeche
Mode CD on the ceedee boombox atop our dresser while
Karen and I climbed on to the bed before Suz' joined
us momentarily. I tried to meet Karen's eyes with mine
but couldn't; her eyes were wild-looking, looking in
separate direction altogether not from shooting passions
but from the cancer increasingly steadily eating away
at her brain including the part that control vision
and involuntarily muscle movement.
Suzy and I had tried a couple of harmless tie-up games
since we had lived together but nothing really too kinky.
We had both found them a little silly to be honest,
since we had always had no-holds-barred vanilla sex
to begin with. But my sister Karen lying on the bed
- a quivering mass of female formed flesh that was dying
cell by cell exponentially - was begging me her brother
and best friend not for sex but for comfort and release
and I wasn't going to deny her anything she wanted and
neither was her second-best-friend-in-the-whole-world
and my girlfriend Suzy.
"Speedy, please don't hold back!..." she
begged so pitifully "...slap me, beat me, abuse
me, tie me up, ass-rape me!...you and Suzy too!...please....PLEASE
make me happy, Speed', that's all I ask, make me happy,
do what you want to with me, PLEASE,MASTER!"
I didn't want to hurt my precious kidsister. But I
knew that for her pain wasn't pain but was pleasure
and release, release from her actual pain of dying.
All our lives since that first innocent kiss we had
been in total denial about our real feelings towards
each other. But no longer. No point in rowing down that
River Of De-Nile any longer. She could die any moment
and we all knew it.
"Suck my cock, SLAVE!" I barked as Suzy
pushed her over to all fours and I rammed my cock between
those sweet lips that had caressed mine so lovingly
so many times now caressing my cock equally as lovingly
as my mouth-fuck of her continued. Suzy rising to fetch
some odds and ends from the apartment came back with
sweetly evil smile barking "...my turn now, Slave..."
as she flipped Karen on her back and promptly without
ceremony sat on her face with a "..fuck her, Speed',
fuck Karen while she eats me!"
Scooting up to kiss my Suzy on the earlobe as my legs
spread Karen's open my member sliding inside her cunt
so sloppy from heat I finally, finally consumated all
the feelings I had for my precious sister for so long,
a "aaahhhh....ooohhhhh..." being the only
sounds Karen made for a few moments as her cuntlap of
my girlfriend and fuck of her continued.
"Speedy, Suzy, this is fun, but I want some fun
the way "I" want it, please!" she muffled
from under Suzy's muff.
We rolled her around and hog-tied her, blindfolding
her with one faux polyester-blend silk scarf and gagging
her with another. "What the hell, why not?"
I thought to myself as I shoved my cock up her asshole
unlubed by anything save her and my sex-moisture from
our previous short vanilla fuck. Slapping her asscheeks
hard as I consensually anally raped her from behind,
Suzy began slapping and grabbing and mauling her tits
hard before switching to another one of my designer
Coach soft leather belts and beating her without pity
as my hand grabbed her cunt from the front pulling and
squishing her cunt into the form of my hand, the only
cries from my perfect little sister being a muffled
plea for "more...more!...MORE!"
The rest of the night Suzy and I used her as a wanton
helpless controlled sex-toy as either or both of us
pleased. More tie-up games, more for-real beatings,
more unbridled use of whatever of her orifices we wished,
more verbal domination, more of whatever we pleased,
Karen's eyes becoming more and more focused and filled
with love and pleasure as the night progressed into
Sunday morning.
"Stephan..." my sister-love whispered softly
in my ear as dawn arose that cloudy and cold morning
as we three breaking crept into consciousness from our
night before our respective naked flesh being entangled
with each other's like so many wild vines.
"...yes, Sis?..." I whispered back as Suzy
awoke enough to swap light spit with each of us before
rolling off the bed to head to the bathroom.
"...you know I've got maybe hours, no more than
days to live, don't you?..."
"...yeah, I know the prognosis that Dr. Mauny
gave you by heart, yeah..."
"...then there's something I want you and Suzy
to do me, for me...something I don't think you'll do,
but if you really love me, you will..."
"What?"
"Wait until Suzy gets back, then I'll tell you
both..."
"Cut the crap, Sis, what is it?!? " I implored
half-fearful that she'd want to switch and return all
the loving favors I and Suze had bestowed upon her non-corpulent
-waisting-away-to-air body the night before.
"...I'll tell you in a sec' when Suze gets back...if
you really, Really, REALLY love me, you'll do this for
me."
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Which is how now the gay blade of my paddle pushed
us three soul-group-mates along the requiem quiet of
the Northeast Cape Fear River a little less than a week
later. My boss was understanding and had given me the
couple of unpaid family leave days off having been concerned
about Karen's situation since I had initially told him.
Karen's head slumped forward as she passed out for a
moment before waking again to the cry of a guardian
angel kingfisher that splashed the water just a few
feet away from her near the port thwart.
We had gone to great lengths to disguise what was
really going to happen and where. That last Wednesday
Karen had boarded a flight for Los Angeles one-way that
had a stopover at Charlotte's Douglass Airport, had
snuck off the flight between gates, had then caught
a Greyhound bus with a one-way ticket to Washington
DC and had snuck off that too when it stopped to refuel
and take on more passengers at Petersburg in Virginia
and Suzy and I were waiting to pick her up a block away
at the Hardee's there. It's not like her movements couldn't
be traced if the whole of the FBI got involved, but
between the multiple switches and her very convincing
suicide note that she had sent registered mail to Mom
and Pop before she left that told them she was running
off to voluntarily die in peace and anonymity somewhere
before death did take her involuntarily, it would be
difficult to trace her movements. Especially when she
put a pebble in her shoe at the airport, dark glasses,
threw her old pocketbook away after fishing a smaller
and more brightly colored on out of it along with a
blind person's red-tipped folding cane and a wig of
curly red hair, the old Karen had truly been sacrificed
so the new one could chrysalis free of her earthly bonds
in peace.
The only thing spoken the entire time to the secluded
high bluff campsite were tears which couldn't help but
shatter the quiet of commiseration and grieving loss
and smiles which broke Suzy's and mine solemn faces
like so many plaster molds being shattered on the firmness
of the watery conveyance beneath our eighteen-foot hull.
That night, we three made sweet, open, honest, and
yes, YES, passionate love. "Vanilla" love,
but real love made by real lovers love-making. As crickets
chirped and bullfrogs croaked outside out tent and a
brief gentle rain lulled us all to sleep about 2AM that
early morning our heartbeats synched next to each other's
as our hearts pressed against each other's chests snuggled
inside our 2x2 doubled-wide-zipped sleeping bags.
"I'm ready to begin, Speedy...are you, are you
and Suzy?"
Our three pair of eyes made twenty-seven possible
connections as Karen and I kissed and Karen and Suzy
kissed and then we three kissed.
"Yes..." Suzy answered for both of us.
A thought of my own suicide raced across my mind as
Suzy fetched the various accouterments out of a couple
of waterproof ditty bags. I couldn't help it. I mean,
what kind of a brother would do such a thing to his
own sister, if she had so without fear or sadness begged
him to do it? If I could be such a monster to do what
my sister-love Karen had asked me to do, then did I
really deserve to live? Do monsters really deserve to
live? Or would I be a bigger monster if I didn't so
completely love Karen so unconditionally to have the
strength to grant her her one last and forever final
request.
"Hey, HEY, You, Speed-eee-bro, Karen to Speedy,
Karen to Speedy!!!..." she giggled at me as she
sweetly elbowed me in the ribs to bring back from my
own pain and doubt "...it's okay, it's O-K-A-Y,
it's what I want...I know now how much you truly love
me, Brother Dear...it's really what I want isn't it,
Suz-eewe?"
"Yes it is..." Suze mumbled as she continued
fishing things out of the bags and laying them out.
Karen went down to the river to bath in the chilly
water. Suzy and I made breakfast of eggs and bacon and
toast. Karen drank some coffee as she sat down naked
on the blanket in front of the fire but didn't eat anything.
She hadn't been able to keep anything down anyway for
the past couple of weeks, and would have thrown it up
from what was to come anyway. Karen and I made small-talk
about when we were kids and if Mom and Dad would really
miss her much as we finished our coffee before Suzy
naked as we all were stood up with a "it's time,
Karen".
Fifteen minutes "on", forty-five minutes
"off", that was our more or less plan. That
way, we could stretch things out as long as possible,
fulfill my most precious sister's last wish as long
and as fully as possible.
"My asshole first, Slave, now!" Suzy barked.
Karen scooted between Suzy's legs and without shame
shoved her tongue up her butthole.
"Swallow everything, now!" she barked as
her bladder emptied on to her face, Karen attempting
to swallow and gulp the copious yellow flow as it spurted
forth. "Do Speedy now too!"
I stood up as Karen knelt before me and began pissing
on her face, her open mouth trying to be target for
my pissflow, my urine stinging her eyes and running
down her chest and bare breasts.
"Poor job, Slave, poor job indeed..." Suzy
barked "...come here for your punishment".
Suzy began beating Karen with a belt of mine ferociously
as she knelt on all fours. "Suck your brother as
you take your punishement". Suze's arm got tired
of the repeated thrashing of Karen's bare ass. "Time
for your next punishment".
I had been very, very squeamish about what I was about
to do and other things I knew we would do before the
weekend was over, but this was what Karen had wanted.
I didn't hesitate. Suze and I lit cigarettes even though
neither one of us smoked, the noxious fumes almost making
me as sick as that time I was ten and tried an El Producto
elcheapo cigar my first and last smoking of a tobacco
product before now. We three stood up. Suzy and I puffed
enough to get the tips of our respective cigs red with
fire. Karen had a look of pleading-begging in her eyes.
I took a deep breath before touching the lit cigarette
to her stomach flesh.
"Yeeooowwww!!!" Karen screamed in pain.
I leaned in quickly to hold her close with a "...I'm...I'm
sorry, Sis, I'm sorry..."
She shot me a look of pure scold in return as payment
for my concern. "I though we had all agreed, I
though you had agreed to help fulfill my last fantasies
and wishes, Speed'..."
"I had, I did...I do, Sis..."
"Then be strong for me, Brother that I love,
brother that I love...be strong..."
"I will.." I mumbled as Suzy touched her
cig to Karen's inner thigh, making Karen scream and
yell and jump sideways from the pain.
"It's what she wants, Speed', it's what she needs..."
my Suzy whispered to me as she leaned a couple of steps
over to touch Karen's whiteskin back with a refreshed
glowing tip.
I smashed my lit cig out on Karen's left breast its
blister rising evident as the ash highlighted the boundaries
of it Karen gulping for air from the pain in the process.
Lighting another one and another one and another one
as Suzy did the same, we playfully chased Karen between
us as the sun continued its daily jog above us the smell
of her singeing and burning flesh contrasting mighty
to the sun-washed clean smell of the river near us and
the woods around us, our blunt-tipped instruments of
heat torture bring so much seeming pleasure to Karen.
After a the pack of cigs were all used up, so was Karen
for a while, so we three rested, rested in each other's
arms cuddling inside the tent for a while before heading
back outside.
"Time for switches!" Suzy cried out as she
broke some thin branches off of a nearby willow tree.
And again Suzy and I worked poor Karen over so well,
this time making her crawl around between us as our
stinging and slashing branches herded her one direction
and then another. And where the switches hit a burn-blister
square it tended to break the soft bulging flesh open
which I know had to be beyond painful for Sis but which
also seemed to make her butt quiver with an almost orgasmic
delight.
Another thirty minutes or so of willow-rod-play and
my arm began to get tired. "Needles next!"
my apparently closeted until now Dominatrix girlfriend
cheerfully chimed in. We three sat crossed-legged in
front of each other on the blanket near the open smoldering
campfire as Suze and I peeled the sealed and sterile
packs of '02 and '04 needles open, freeing up several
for immediate use. Karen leaned into us as I focused
on her left breast and Suzy on her right one, her body
shuddering with masochistic delight when that first
needle from my attention broke the flesh on the first
side of its entrance before breaking out on the exit
side below, her breast in my hand feeling so full and
ripe and perfect and her reaction being one of distanced
observer instead of active participant as Suzy also
worked her needles into our friend and lover and my
dearest sibling.
"My cunt, Speed, do my cunt!"
Leaning back Karen wantonly exposed her sopping-wet
sex to us both, the blisters from the cigarettes all
over her body smelled and the open ones from the birching
bleed sometimes a clear blister fluid sometimes a mixture
of that and traces of blood as my hand now practiced
a little pinned needles through her cunt lips on either
side of her labia as Suzy watched for a moment before
grabbing an '04 with a "ready now for the big one?"
asking for effect and not permission as she pegged Karen's
clit completely through not just with that one but with
two more forming as a star-pattern that made her clit
visibly throb as blood trickled down the thin wire barrelshafts,
Karen finally passing out from pain and her breathing
becoming more shallow with each breath.
I prayed, I literally silently prayed that God and
Death would go ahead and take her then and there and
as much as I guiltily was enjoying doing some of the
things I had been doing to her I did love her so much
as my sister and friend and lover and simply didn't
want to see her suffer any longer even though I knew
the stuff Suzy and I had been doing to her wasn't pain
for her but was pleasure instead. But God didn't, not
then. Two or three hours later, her breath rate increased
as she snoozed inside the tent, and she came out to
the fire where Suzy and I were sitting together, Suze
leaning into my back as I leaned back on a pile of gear.
"I'm ready for more now, you two'?"
Not having any more cigs to put focus blisters on
her with, Suzy and I used small branches put into the
fire enough to redhot-coal-out at the end before using
them for more pelasurable torture on her, the firepokers
sometimes opening up a needle wound or two where we
had put the needles in too shallow previously. Stopping
for a moment, we lovingly and erotically pulled each
and every needle out of my little but not-so-little
any longer sister Karen, Suzy giving me the honors of
removing the needles she had pierced Karen's clit with.
After that we had several more rounds of belt beatings,
paddle paddlings, dildo work, more needlework, tie-up
and dom' sex games, another birchrod session, and finally
a couple of hits with a stungun that Suzy gave her because
I didn't have the heart to but which Karen, God bless
her painslut desires, absolutely begged her to do. Again,
she passed out, and again I begged God to take her,
but while she did sleep the most restful sleep that
night as Suzy and I held her close between us in our
thin combined and rezipped sleeping bags, nope, she
didn't die, but did awake to see another day. Her last
one.
Karen had oozed a crusting of blood and puss and urine
all over us and inside the sleeping bags. We didn't
care. We were going to burn the sleeping bags just in
case before we left anyway.
"Good morning, Brother Speed-ee-oo Dear....what
a fine and glorious day it is!" my sister chirped
lively as she seemingly welcomed her last morning on
this earth. We three hugged and kissed and smooched
some and with every movement a different blister would
break open or birch wound would begin slowly oozing
new blood and Sis would wince in pain but then she'd
embrace me and Suzy that much closer and harder. Her
left eye was fixed from the cancer eating at her brain
at a thirty-degree angle down and to the left but her
right one freely moved to fix her gaze on to my and
Suzie's. Her breasts pressed into my chest as her oozings
smeared and stuck to my chest hair as she turned to
kiss Suzy one-on-one for a moment before rising to meet
her Day OfRelease.
Suzy and I didn't feel like eating even though Suze
did break a few eggs and scramble them up with some
bacon bits and fix some toast on the wirerack toaster
over the bed of coals in the campfire pit. Karen walked
down to river just barely within eyesight of us from
our campsite atop the rolling bluff and patted herself
a little with healing waters from the Northeast Cape
Fear but was too sore to plunge neck-deep into the three
knot-flowing current and take a soapless bath. The morning
cold made our naked flesh goosepimple. We donned jackets
to shed the chill but no pants or shoes as Karen walked
back up the hillock smiling a smile so wide that if
she had just been told she had won the Powerball Lottery
she couldn't have been happier.
"I'm ready, now, Speedy, Suze, let's begin..."
And so it began. First, a good overall maul and bitchslap
session to get Karen warmed up. Grabbing her from behind,
I held her firm to me as Suzy began slapping her face
repeatedly, slapping her tits, grabbing and mauling
her tits, grabbing her pubes and pulling her cunthair
out by the roots, slapping her blisters and birchrod
trails and even the two sets of dark marks where the
stun gun had brought her a kind of masochistic ecstasy
yesterday that I could only try to imagine for her.
After Suzy had had her "fun" with her, then
it was my turn. My breath choked in my throat as it
began. Taking a thicker rod off of the nearby willow
tree with my large Buck Bowie knife, I made the most
precious thing in my life crawl around on all fours
on the cold ground, ordering her to try to avoid the
blows as the branch in my hand struck and struck and
struck her back and butt and openly splayed cunt until
she started gasping for breath, panting hard, begging
me to stop. I didn't stop. No safe words, no stopping.
Closing my eyes as I did, I kicked her hard in her ribs,
my leg rocking back and forth before landing its blow
squarely to her ribcage as she tried crawl away from
on all fours, the force of it sending her flying onto
her back for a moment as my gestapo beating of her continued.
Almost all of her cig and burning twig blisters were
open and leaking now, as were most of her needle wounds
and birching zips. Aiming squarely for her nipples,
the rod in my hand peeled an edge of her left nipple
free as it tore into the weakened flesh where the needles
had perforated the day before. Blood gently pumped from
underneath its fleshledge as it tried to clot and Sis
tried to cover herself from the blows really, really
begging me to stop but her pleadings only served to
fire my desire to finish things right then and there
and spare her continuing.
"Stop!....Stephan, my God, you're really REALLY
hurting me, please STOP!!!"
She moaned as I kicked her in the same spot on her
ribcage where I had dropped her a few moments before.
She writhed back and forth in very real pain her arms
and elbows tucked tight to her totally naked vulnerableness
as the blows from my Rod Of Release continued to shower
down on her breaking physical shell as Suzy stood by
just a few feet away actually smiling and seeming to
enjoy the show. I kicked her legs open and landed an
open blow from the near-wrist-thick branch directly
on her cunt.
"AAAIIIiiyyyeeeahhhhaaaaa!!!!" she screamed
from a deeply primal place before passing out. I smiled
a smile of relief, thinking her so-wished-for death
had finally and belatedly taken her. But it wasn't to
be. Bruises showing black from where I evidently had
cracked two or more of her ribs with my kicks, her chest
still lightly heaved from breath as she and we all breathed
the warming air of that perfect Sunday morning.
Picking her cancer-wasted lightweight frame back to
the campfire, Suzy and I just held her and lightly patted
her bruises and bleeding sores with damp washcloths.
The sun felt warm and warmer on our naked hides as it
poked its way through the canopy of leafy shade around
us. Sis just breathed some irregular shallow breaths
as the weight of her head nestled it close to mine.
For a longish few seconds or even maybe a moment she
stopped breathing altogether and I thank God for her
release. But it wasn't to be. She started back breathing,
waking up an hour or so later as I refused to let her
go, Suzy's admonishings to the contrary.
Waking up from her near-coma her one good eye searched
mine for any fear, any doubt, any thing which would
preclude me from keeping my word to her. I swear, I
swear on a stack of fucking Bibles that if she had asked
me to take her place and she finish me instead I would
have right then and there. But she didn't.
"Speedy...thank you, thank you so much, brother
that I love so much..."
"You're welcome, Sis, you're welcome..."
I whispered as we kissed and Suzy joined our kiss as
she grabbed Karen's cunt and pulled and yanked some
short and curlies out of what was left of it, Karen
just smiling and thanking Suze as she did so.
"It's time, Speed', it's time...no more stalling...I've
had all the fun I want to have...one last little bit
of fun, and then it will be time..."
I started crying like a fucking baby. I couldn't help
me. Out from left field Karen's arm went back and forward
slapped the living shit out of me. "Get a' hold
of yourself, dammit, now!..." my painslut sister
commanded "me"! "...you promised me,
Stephan, you gave me your word, dammit, and now you
have to keep it..."
"I know Sis, I know..."
"Suzy, Stephan, let's get to it, then...don't
be sad, brother...we'll see each other soon enough on
the 'other side'...I'm a goner in a few days anyway...please...PLEASE
give me my release!"
Suzy and I strung Karen up between two thinnish trees
near the campsite, her arms being strung up and her
legs being strung wide at their trunks. The first scalpel
slice went teasingly in an "S" curve down
and around her chest, just deep enough to part her flesh
so blood would begin leaking like rain rolling down
a window pane. She sucked a breath of pure passion.
My scalpel traced another furrows and another and another
as Suzy did similar vivisections on her back and buttcheeks.
"I don't have much longer, Speedy...minutes perhaps...more,
please, NOW!" she virtually screamed at me.
My left hand grabbed a breast and held it as the thin
edge of the scalpel's bite circumcised her nipple from
her mammary flesh - it falling to the ground like a
torn butterfuly wing. Karen just smiled a true smile
of masochistic bliss as blew me a kiss as my edgework
did Dakota-cuts vertically on her right breast opening
it up so her life's blood could flow freely to the river
which warbled its waiting welcome nearby. Cocking my
hand back it flicked forward slicing her right nipple
off taking just a bit of subdermis with it, blood now
gushing from a subdural vein pricked open.
Suzy meanwhile was kissing Karen's earlobe from behind
as her own pre-death autopsy of my Sister Dearest, her
hook-bladed scalpel hooking and tearing open Karen's
back flesh with such precise ferocity that Karen's involuntary
thrashings from the medieval maeleous welcomed torture
were minimal if hardly any. A slow drip-drip of blood
now spotted the ground beneath Karen's sliced-open back
and buttcheeks where Suzy had accomplished her tasks,
as similar puddles now dripped also from what was left
of her breast-mass. Her eyes now frequently rolling
back into her eye sockets deeply I could tell she was
getting weak from loss of blood and the shock of being
vivisected without benefit of anything to dull her final
masochistic glory.
Mumbling to Suzy she retrieved my large Buck sheath
knife and handed it to me. Karen slumped to her knees
in a heap as her bonds that had war-eagled her for her
final rite of passage were sliced into as so many of
her body parts had been. Her arterial blood refused
to clot the open channels of life's pressure, her heart
pump-pumps anointing me with my most perfect little
sister's unconditional love.
"One last time?...then?" Karen pleaded with
me as she uprighted herself on her knees kneeling before
me.
"Sure, Sis, that's be a perfect end...sure..."
She took my cock in her mouth as I grabbed her head
with one hand and my cock with the other and raped her
mouth and jacked off in it simultaneously as Suzy reached
around finished pulling what loose tissue there now
was left of her right breast flinging it to the side
as she tried to pull the more or less still attached
left breast off the body of our love, a vein feeding
Karen's heart now exposed and a peek of throbbing heart
tissue visible just a little underneath her exposed
ribcage. Karen should have been totally passed out from
loss of blood and shock at this point, but it's like
she was trying to stay conscious as long as possible
to enjoy every last ounce of pain and domination. Slapping
her face a couple of times before grabbing both ears
to shove my cock as far in her mouth as I could to make
her finish and swallow my huge spurting orgasm, I thought
about choking her to death with my cock instead of what
she had asked for but then thought about a possible
hard involuntary bite reflex while she would go through
her inevitable death throughs, and thought better of
it.
My sweetest and dearest kidsister Karen looked into
my eyes, begging me to finish what I had started two
days ago. Begging me to finish her. No, not finish her.
Begin her. Begin to give her her release so her soul
could be free of its ravaged and diseased corpulent
shell. My hands roughly mauled her tits, her blood flowing
freely from their consensual and voluntary wounds dripping
over my fingers splattering to the ground below us as
our eyes met and our lips kissed one last time as Suzy
my wife lashed her back mercilessly with the rattan
cane. Leaning to one side to pick up my large Bowie
knife which was to be the instrument of my dear sister's
freedom, time froze and reality centered as Karen and
I both radared our mutual gazes to the glint of clouded
sunlight highlighting off the razor-sharp edge of the
blade.
One last bit of fantasy fulfillment-turned-reality
for my sister-love, then it would be time. Pushing her
back into Suzy's arms my hands slapped her legs open
as I pinched and pulled her clit out as far as it would
stretch before carving it loose from her body with seven
or eight saw-motions from the Bowie knife almost knicking
my own fingertips in the process. Karen let one last
agony-ecstasy moan of perfect pleasure mixed with perfect
pain out, a "thank you...Brother...Speeedy...I
love....you..."
"I love you, too, Sis...always remember...I love
you...I will always love you forever..." I sighed
as I pulled her to me from the loving embrace of Suze,
holding her close to me as the blade of my unsheathed
knife penetrated her cunt as her multiple open wounds
baptized me with her forgiveness as the kind edge split
her cervix then uterus then lower bowel open as I drove
the handpike home, twisting and bending it inside her
with conical-shaped turns of the wrist, trying to open
her up as much as possible cutting as many veins and
arteries open as possible so she would go ahead and
bleed out be done with her lost pain, her lost hopes,
her lost fears, her lost regrets, her found eternal
love of God and me and Suzy. Blood poured from her reamed
out cunt like a hematoid upside-down geyser, my hand
and wrist and now the puddle of red that we all knelt
in being the color of life, eternal life now as my sister
I loved so much closed her eyes for one last time as
I kissed her lips and Suzy scooted around to join our
kiss as Karen's soul now free of all pain and all bonds
to this earth soared into the sky, a comforting breeze
blowing fifteen or twenty knots strong out of nowhere
in the our partial clearing on the river's bluff a bald
eagle coming into view high atop the thermal currents
now rising from around us the eagle being recognized
as a guide to take my sister home.
Suzy and I didn't say two words for the rest of the
day or for a couple of months after that, either. Suzy
and I bathed the red and pink evidence of us being the
best brother and best friend Karen could ever have off
of our bodies in the warm but somehow chilled water
of the Northeast Cape Fear, her blood being dried and
caked and not wanting to leave the comfort of sticking
to our bodies until it was rehydrated and soft and pliable
enough to be scrubbed off.
Per prior agreement with Karen, we built a funeral
pyre next to the river at the crest of the bluff, placing
her cancer-ravaged and masochistic-healed what-was-left
corpse atop the pile of sticks and branches and a few
trees we had to cut down for the frame of the pyre then
lighting it and playing Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Requiem"
on a portable CD as the flames reduced my sister's evidence
of being in this life to ashes so co-mingled with the
wood ash that except for bits of bone and teeth you
couldn't tell where Karen began and where the tree-pieces
ended. From the earth we come, and to the earth we go.
Then we scooped all the ashes from the pyre area up
after they had cooled a few hours later, poured them
onto a wool blanket we had brought along for this purpose,
adding some rocks for weight that we also had brought
along. As the canoe pushed off of the sandbar below
the hill as we began paddling against the current to
head back to our vehicle left at the put-in bridge a
couple of days before, what was left of my sister was
let slip unceremoneously beneath the mirrorglass stillness
of the river, air bubbles from blanket and ashes burping
up as I turned my head astern for a second to silently
whisper to my sister one last sweet and tender and oh-so
heart-felt "goodbye, Sis, I love you...'bye..."
The End
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