Tabboo

TABBOO

Part Four

A crop lashing and an offer.

Chapter One

       Face to face with each other, both wet and naked, both with their crossed arms harshly bound behind their bowing backs, their rock hard nipples the size of quarters brushing back and forth across one another’s from their symmetrically round mounds the size of grapefruits tightly tied with slender nylon ropes disappearing against their outthrust breastbones.  Both with red ball gags stuffed between their spread lips, both with their dark hair tightly braided in single tails swaying behind their arched backs, they tiptoe on the balls of their feet to relieve the pressure of the stretching ropes reaching toward the ceiling of the garage rafters from their up-stretched breasts.

       Twisting, slowly turning the nozzle to the hose off, stepping beside the drenched pair, watching the water streaking off their bare breasts, dripping from between their freshly shaven pubic areas, he gives a harsh smack across his older sister’s round rump.

‘Smack!’  A grunt, her breasts flattening against her sister’s, she continues to tiptoe as her naked body twists, straightens out.

‘Smack!’  The younger sister grunting, her fingers interlocking behind her back as the red palm print instantaneously rises across her pushed out butt cheek, she too twists on her tiptoes as her breasts flatten into her sister’s.

Stepping around them in a slow deliberate arc, watching their virtually matching bodies trembling, their hollowing stomachs flexing as even their quivering thighs press together while they simultaneously tiptoe as their breasts grind together, he’s impressed at just how similar they are, from the conspicuous gaps between their upper thighs to their incredibly large but naturally firm breasts.  Even with the few years’ difference in their age, they’d nearly pass as identical twins.

Having them both, their tanned bodies completely naked and bound face to face, his to do with as he desires, he feels the pulsing sensation between his own legs as he slips his hands between their pressing bodies, slides a thumb between each girl’s thighs, probes inward past the moist cuntlips, jams upward until the web of his hands presses across their swollen clits as he clenches his fingers shut across the pulsing nubs.  Moans, grunts from their bright red mouth gags as they’re forced to tiptoe ever higher, sliding his hands away, stepping back, retrieving a skewer from the shelf across the back wall, stepping back between the pair of now wide eyed sisters still grunting, shaking their heads back and forth, he cups the younger girl’s breast, squeezes, watches the dark areola bulge with a bead of moisture dripping from the thickening nub.

Smiling to himself, slipping his fingers away, cupping his older sister’s bare breast, glancing into her staring, almost squinting eyes as she grunts, shakes her head back and forth, he again squeezes, watches her titflesh bulge, the nipple swell as he probes the sharp point against the edge of the thick nub drawing a tinge of blood dripping across his tightening fingers.  A harsh grunt from her gag, a jerk of her naked body as the tip of the skewer disappears, glides firmly into her titflesh, he hears the ropes creaking, tugging at the ceiling’s rafter.

Jerking awake to the sounds of the creaking ceiling, the shuffling bed scraping the floor above him along with the obvious grunts of his kid sister as the snapping of leather striking bare flesh mixes with the rest of the sounds, he lies back against the pillow, another fantasy cut short, just a dream once again.  His cock hard and throbbing in his grip, he gazes toward the vibrating ceiling as he lies on his back naked, strokes, listens as he can only imagine the sight of what’s happening upstairs.

The latest dream so real, so vivid, the picture burnt in his mind of both sisters bond and at his mercy, he slides out of bed, leaves the room to softly climb the stairs toward the hallway.  A quiet turn, stopping, kneeling in front of the keyhole as the whimpers become even louder, the leather snapping across what must be damp flesh continuing to reverberate time and again, he stares into the black hole, covered now, the room concealed.

Nearing frustration, building up the nerve, finally tapping on the door, taping on it a second time just a little louder, the sound of the whipping ceases as he hears the footsteps approaching, the knob turning.  The door slowly opening a few inches, his older sister glancing out, her face glistening with perspiration, hair mussed with her matted bangs clinging to her forehead, he sees the gleam in her piercing eyes, a slow nod and the door swinging open as she steps aside, splendidly naked herself.

Glancing toward the bed, his eyes becoming instantly transfixed on his kid sister, she’s virtually naked and contorting in practically a full arch on her back side.  Her arms drawn behind and down between her curled and spread legs, he sees her wrists are tied with a rope stretching down between the crease of her butt cheeks and toward the bottom of the bed.  Her ankles hoisted up to either side of her waist, bound and stretched in ropes toward the headboard, her bent knees spread wide while bound to the sides of the mattress.

Her beleaguered nude body appearing to sporadically spasm, reddish stripes crisscrossing her torso from her ribcage to her shoulders, layers of welts covers her spreading breasts, the bruised nipples jiggling, pointing upwards toward the ceiling.  Feeling his older sister’s fingers flittering across his cock, glancing toward her, her nude body shimmering, her stomach flexing with each forced breath as perspiration drips from her own breasts, he sees her grin, the gleam in her piercing eyes as she glances back toward their kid sister.

“Like…… The… Welts?”

Hearing her voice, a hint of exhaustion, glancing closer toward the globular mounds jiggling above his kid sister’s torso, he’s struck by the bruising, the welts, the discolored layers of whip marks crisscrossing the firm flesh.

“This… Riding…… Crop… Did that.”

Again the voice forced, seeing the crop held up in front of his face, the willowy leather glistening, the black crop tinged with a light crimson coating, he realizes the severity of his kid sister’s flogging, what was being used.

“Her tits… Will be sore for a… Week.”

Glancing into his older sister’s eyes again, the piercing expression, the sadistic satisfaction obvious, he can hear the moans in the background, see the contortions on the bed as his kid sister appears to feebly struggle in her bindings.

“Her cunt now… It’s next… Bubby.”  He listens as the fingers tighten across his pulsing shaft; begin softly stroking back and forth.  “You like the way I’ve got her looking now… The way I’ve worked those titties standing up there, huh?... Come, take a closer look.”

Feeling himself being passively led by his cock, submissively stepping toward the bed as he feels the fingernails digging into his foreskin as they halt near the foot of the mattress, he can’t ignore the bruised, reddened breasts standing above his kid sister’s arched torso even as he gets a closer look between her spread thighs, the glistening wet flesh virtually hairless, not yet touched by the lash, her pronounced labium spreading, visibly twitching, exposing her moist clit already appearing engorged.  Sensing his cock being firmly stroked, listening to the pathetic groans through the mouth gag, noticing the crop being handed to him, he grips it, holds it upright, glances at the tinged leather.

“God Bubby… You just don’t know how it feels to whip a naked body like hers… Those big, firm tits… She’s lucky really though… I just couldn’t stop working that rack of hers ‘til I heard you tapping on the door.”

Feeling his shaft being stroked just a little firmer back and forth, fingernails digging into the crown of his cock, squeezing some more, stroking a little deeper, staring at his sister on the bed, he feels his older sister’s damp breasts pressing across his shoulder.  Her free hand sliding up across his chest, his pecks, a fingernail and thumbnail tweaking a nipple, twisting, tugging in sequence with his throbbing cock, he senses the crop flexing back and forth in his grip.

“Wanna’ whip her cunt now Bubby?... Her pussy for awhile?”  He hears her voice, still not back to normal breathing, still raspy.  “Wann’a see how it’ll feel… To flick that leather crop a few times…  Across her bare flesh?... Flatten her clit?”

Glancing into her eyes as she speaks, almost a haze covering the dark pupils now even as she seems to arch her shoulders back, shove her own firm melons outward, his eyes dart down toward her hard nipples, jiggling on the swaying breasts being rubbed against his bare flesh.

“Do it real good.”  She rasps, leaning over and licking his earlobe.  “Hurt her… Whip that cunt of hers with that crop real good and I might let you fuck me like you know you want too… Mount me while I squat right above her face and sit on it while you pound me… Then you can shoot your loud in her mouth when you cum… Okay?”

The swirling in the pit of his stomach, his cock throbbing, he flicks the crop back and forth in mid air, finally lets the tip rest across his older sister’s nipple.  Staring into her eyes, feeling her hand tighten across his cock, become virtually motionless, as much as his kid sister’s spread thighs are so inviting, knowing her swollen breasts are already so heavily bruised they probably shouldn’t whipped any more, he can’t help whispering.  “Sis… That’s… That’s great… Yes… But… But I… I’d rather give a few lashes across those titties.”

The sound of his own voice surprising even to him, the desire to whip his kid sister’s already battered breasts almost overpowering to him, even more then her spread vagina, the look in the older sister’s eyes staring straight back into his, he hesitates, feels the steady pulsing in her breast of her heartbeat through the leather shaft.  Sensing her reaching up with her free hand, her fingers gripping the crop just below her nipple, he sees the hint of maybe a smile, then again maybe a smirk as she glances toward the bed, back toward him, bends the tip of the crop outward, lets it bow into a semi-circle, releases it, lets it ‘smack’ across the nub of her own nipple.

‘Thwack!’

“That’s not possible with Sissy… Hers can’t take any more for awhile.”  She grunts as her nipple jiggles, noticeably reddens.  “But, if it’s titties you want to work over… You can, but with a price to pay for that to happen, Bubby… Tit for tat, so to speak.”  Her voice reeking of authority, yet not discarding his offer, she firmly squeezes his cock with one hand, the tip of the crop with the other as she again bows the tip even further back while she rasps with a smile.  “These titties can feel this lash by your hand… But then… Then later on……..”  A firm grip and squeeze of his throbbing shaft, a stare directly into his eyes as she twists and tugs, she offers.  “This here just might have to feel the crop by my hand in return.”

‘Thwack!’

Releasing the flexing leather tip a second time, her nipple again flattening beneath the glistening crop, she visibly twitches as she presses her fingernails into the foreskin of his throbbing cock, pinches.  That sullen stare, she whispers.  “Lash for lash, bro…What do you say?”

Seeing the swelling nub redden, her breasts otherwise untouched to this point, both pendulous mounds jaunting upright above her slender waist, he also feels the steady pumping, milking of his pulsing cock being manipulated between her clenching fingers and thumb.

“Your choice Bubby… What’ll it be?” Reaching out, scooping the crop from his hand, she takes a short step toward the middle of the bed, glances into his eyes.  “Just think.”

‘Thwack!’

A light tap across her sister’s left nipple, a grunt from the mouth gag, she turns, nods.  “That could be my tit… You could be whipping it right now.”

‘Thwack!’

A little harsher, another grunt, the right breast bouncing, she again glances toward her brother, mutters.  “I guess a few more won’t cause much more damage to Sissy’s titties, huh?”

‘Thwack!....... Thwack!”

Left breast, right breast, guttural moans, grunts from the mouth gag, the naked breasts bouncing, swaying as the jiggling nipples discolor to an even darker shade of purple, she again glances toward her brother.  “Well bro… A couple more and we’re done for the evening unless…”

‘Thwack!............ Thwack!’  A pair of harsh, resounding lashings, the young girl’s body arching as saliva spews from her yawning lips, her grunts unintelligible, the older sister still stroking his cock with her other hand smiles toward the minoot crimson beading across the outthrust melons as they bounce, sway above her kid sister’s arching torso.

Knees quivering, the deep swirling in the pit of his stomach, his thick shaft throbbing, the painful curling of the flexing nails digging into his foreskin stretching his shaft in cadence with the lashings, shoving back, tugging again in rapid succession, he finds himself just grunting as he watches the beating.

“If you want, you can whip my tits now instead of hers…  I’ll whip this cock sometime later… Maybe with the two of you bound together… Maybe while you’re fucking her even.”  She smirks, leans over, laps her tongue across his ear again while she tugs him beside the bed as his body trembles, his cock pulses, squirts, spurts, splashes across the side of his kid sister’s face.  Pumping, milking, stroking with a firm grip, smiling as the crop bounces across the floor, she drops her free hand, digs her thumb and fingernail into the swollen crown of his still twitching cock as she stretches it.

“That’s it Bubby.”  She grunts as she smears his cock across her sister’s cheek, eyes.  “Cum on her face… Shoot that jissum all over her… That’s it… Yea.”

End Part Four