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..."
