CHAPTER IX
"Get on the bed." He stood covered in sweat, the folded belt in his right hand
and to his side. "Now," he barked, annoyed by the slowness of his sister's
exhausted movements. He rushed her, sliding his right forearm around her bared
upper chest and his left hand clutching the inside of her large,
pantyhose-sheathed thigh. He hoisted her up and onto the bed, the surprising
weight of her body causing him to strain. Once situated on the bed - laying on
her stomach, her upper body still supported by her upper arms, bent at the elbow
- he straddled her thighs with his lean, jean-covered legs and returned to
whipping her back and shoulders.
There were no more statements, observations nor questions from her at this
point. Together they'd crossed a line into the forbidden - a realm that did not
need to be questioned, nor did it warrant pretense of motive. Rather, it was to
merely be experienced. The question tearing through the air was just how deep
into this forbidden realm would they venture. Neither knew.
As her head remained bowed, he worked to undo her black bra, which he had
exposed by pulling down her blouse. The two ends flew apart once released, and
he ran his fingers over the newly exposed flesh of her back as he felt her body
rise and fall underneath him. Scared? Excited? He cared not. He continued to
lash his sister with the belt, but now - since he was no longer standing a few
feet behind her but was perched above her, he molested her flesh with his free
hand as he whipped her. And her gasps, whimpers and gyrations only confirmed
that she had surrendered to desire and that everything he wanted from his older
sister, she wanted to give to him. She understood, she knew, he thought to
himself.
Placing his knees together, he turned her over violently. The motion caused her
large breasts to fall from the cups of her undone bra. She instinctively brought
her bound hands up to cover them, then hesitated and let them drop back down to
her stomach, deliberately letting her brother see her naked bosoms. As he stared
down at them, she arduously raised her head to look down upon them herself, then
closed her eyes, let out a trembling exhalation, and allowed her head fall back
against the mattress, beads of sweat dripping down her temple.
He did not touch her breasts, but rather reached down and took the hem of her
knee-length, black skirt in his hands. As he laboriously jerked it upward, his
sister raised her buttocks from the mattress so as to make it easier. He pushed
it up to her waist (it was far too tight for a woman of her size, age and
station to be wearing, he thought to himself. Though he was impressed that she'd
worn such a thing for which in public she'd never be caught dead, "for him"). He
began to sink his slender fingers into the nylon of her pantyhose, only to be
distracted by the overt stain that had permeated not only her panties but her
pantyhose. He smiled for a second before he fiercly ripped open said pantyhose
leg that covered her right thigh. His sister reacted as if in seizure: she
raised her knees to the air, though while still keeping her eyes closed. He
forced her legs back down and proceeded to whip the exposed flesh of her thigh
with the belt.
"I... I can't take much more... I'm serious. We have to stop. You have to
stop...," she pleaded desperately.
He turned her over again. However, rather than straddling her body, he sunk his
right knee between her legs, up against where it was most damp.
"Oh my God," she muttered without moving her lips. "I don't want this. You're my
brother..."
He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her body more firmly into his knee.
Continuing to apply force, he commenced to the whipping of her back, now
completely exposed - her blouse having been pulled down to her waist.
She shuttered and twitched with every sting of the lash upon virgin skin,
huffing with a jerk as the lash came down. Finally, she slowly drew her knees
inwards, towards her stomach. With each strike of her brother's wicked lash, her
hips would jolt, sending her body sliding up then down his thigh.
"Sometimes a brother must punish his sister," he said as he watched the wet
streak caused by his older sister's juices against his jeans to intensify. Then
he'd grip her neck firmly and lash her back again.
"WHY," she cried loudly as her body convulsed and slammed itself against his
thigh. Her long, red fingernails digging into bedsheet, the sound of her
bracelets banging against one another as she rocked back and forth against her
brother's torment, sweat from her hair pouring down upon the mattress.
"You know why... SISTER," he growled as he slid his arm under her, taking
special care not to make contact with her nipples. He raised her slightly then
bit into her neck as he whipped her opposing shoulder.
She dropped her head onto the mattress in surrender as she let out a terrified
gasp. Her hips began to pound uncontrollably against his thigh - the velvet
heels of her pumps smacking together as she wrapped them behind her brother's
thigh, pulling it further into her.
"WHIP ME! WHIP ME! KISS ME! HIT ME! BEAT ME... DAMNIT" she yelled as the bed
frame slammed violently against the wall. She began to sob wildly, then
attempted desperately to move her bound hands from before her to between her
legs.
Her brother removed his hand from her breasts and used the heel of his palm to
force pelvic area into the mattress. At the same time he did, in fact, throw the
belt upon her back harder than he had before. Frantically, he also threw his
face into her back and began to devour it with his mouth. Finally, he tossed the
belt aside and used his newly freed hand to ravage his sister in her moment of
crisis, digging his fingers into her skin.
"Who am I, Margot" he demanded.
"JAKE," she gasped, her face rocking against the mattress.
"WHO AM I," he yelled as he slapped her back.
"YOU'RE MY BROTHER... OHHHHHHH MY GOD," she gasped in divine torment.
"WHO AM I!?"
"MY MASTER!" With the words, her body became rigid for a number of seconds. Then
she fell apart: her legs flinging outward upon the bed; her hands pulling the
sheet from the mattress; her mouth emitting an ice-cold air.
Then all was silent. He picked-up the belt and gently stroked her back with it.
"Mmmmm..." she let out as if being pleasantly awoken from a sweet sleep.
Then he hit her with it.
"Oh God... don't start again... NO..." She pulled her knees in again and began
to slide against her brother's thigh. He wrapped his arm around her full stomach
and pulled her into him as he continued to whip her, then he put his mouth on
her back. Immediately, she began to weep and spasm. Seconds later, she collapsed
on the bed, panting.
When she was done, she closed her eyes.
