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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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June 13th, 2013 – Kim Penor – Bonney Lake, WA

“I’ll be back later,” my brother James said. “Going to play D&D at Mark’s house.”

I glanced at my big, hairy brother—he was practically a Sasquatch, which is why all his stupid friends call him Quatch—and saw his eyes were fixed on my body. Inside, I smiled as his eyes lusted at my tight figure clad in a frilly bra and a wispy pair of panties. On the outside, though, I glowered at him. I faked indignant that he would dare pant after his little sister. He flushed, a bulge forming in his pants that he tried to casually hide.

He was so much fun to tease.

“Have fun with your stupid game,” I said, rolling my eyes. He was thirty-seven and still playing that childish game. He’d never grow up. It was embarrassing having a brother that was twelve years older than you—I was an accidental child—who had a fucking toy collection. “And stop perving on me. I’m your sister.”

“Then stop wearing just your underwear,” he snapped back, his eyes still hungry.

“Why? I should be able to prance around naked without you getting turned on.” I fixed him with my most scathing, disgusted look even as I thought that would be the hottest thing in the world to do. “Fuck, what kinda pervert are you?”

His jaw worked as he struggled to say anything. He swallowed, then he turned and fled. The trailer’s door crashed shut behind him, rattling the flimsy structure.

A wicked giggle burst from my lips.

“God, that was fun,” I moaned as I shivered. My poor little pussy was so wet. So aching to be touched.

Why not? My brother was gone.

I jammed my hand into my panties and slid my fingers down through my trimmed bush to my vulva. I shivered as I reached the wet lips of my snatch. I stroked up and down my hot petals, tingles racing through me. I smiled. The idea of a nice, leisurely jill sounded like the perfect thing right now. I would have my brother’s trailer to myself for a few hours.

I knew where he hid his porn.

Teasing my brother was the only thing that made living with him bearable.

If only I hadn’t caught my asshole ex-boyfriend, Trevor, bent over our couch, his best friend balls-deep in his ass. Turned out, my boyfriend was gay and hadn’t been ready to come out to his parents. His “best friend” was his real lover, and I was his beard that he could trot out to his friends and family.

I was still hurt and pissed about it. Trevor made me cum like no-one I had ever fucked. How could he be gay? He loved my pussy. The cock-sucker would spend hours eating me out. I thought we were in love. I thought we were going to get married. When I lost my job six months ago, he let me move in and supported me.

So why did he have to lead me on and make me waste my time on him?

I knew why. He was a selfish, cowardly asshole, that was why. It was the fucking 2010s. No one had to be ashamed of being gay any longer. Hell, the asshole could have fucking married his “friend” since last November.

I hadn’t gotten laid in two months. The dating scene was too depressing in Bonney Lake, a small town in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains. It was a forty or more minute drive to anywhere that had a fun nightlife, and my unemployment checks barely covered my food, my cell phone bill, and my salon visits. I didn’t even have the money to fill my gas tank up every week.

I should have moved in with my friend Michelle, even if it meant living with her boyfriend, too. He was a creepy perv—far worse than my brother. Shane would probably try to get in my panties whenever Michelle was out the apartment. But I could handle that. She, at least, lived in Seattle where I could find some cute guy to rescue me from my problems.

Someone fun, handsome, intelligent, who knew how to treat a girl right…

I rubbed my pussy harder as I wandered out of the living room. Pleasure tingled through my body as I entered my small room. I headed to my dresser, the closest thing I had to a lover was in there.

It was so pathetic.

I found my vibrator, Danny, rattling around in my underwear drawer. It was a small cylinder made of a silvery metal that turned on by twisting the bottom. His surface was a little marred by a few minor scratches, but I had him since I was sixteen. I paid a college girl to buy him for me. I don’t know why I called my vibrator Danny, it just felt… right. The first time I hesitantly stuck him inside my twat and felt that wonderful vibration igniting my nerves with passion, I moaned, “Oh, Danny! Fuck me!”

The weird part, I didn’t even know anyone named Danny.

Next I entered the pigsty that was my brother’s room. Dirty clothes, filthy dishes, and food wrappers dotted the floor. I strode through the sea of filth to get to the shelf where a pile of hentai—Japanese animated porn—lay strewn next to a moldy plate. The whole house was like this before I moved in. I spent the first week browbeating James into helping me clean the kitchen, living room, and bathroom.

That failed.

Then I started dressing skimpily, and he was more then happy to follow me about the house staring at my ass and tits—the pervert. But it got the house clean, and I found out just how much fun it was to get him all hot and bothered, knowing he couldn’t do anything about it because I was his sister. My own petty revenge that helped to take the sting out of living with the slob.

Prize in hand, I headed to the living room and the TV. I popped in the DVD and, while the FBI warnings played, I shimmied out of my panties. I plopped down on the blanket I spread out on the couch, wiggling my naked rump against the ticklish cloth, ready to cum.

With a twist, Danny hummed to life.

I shuddered as I rubbed the buzzing tip around the lips of my pussy, teasing myself as it took the hentai a few minutes to get to the good stuff. My toes curled and my pussy grew hotter and wetter as I caressed my labia, ignoring my clit for now.

“Ooh, here we go,” I groaned as the heroine was caught by a nun.

I shuddered as in moments, the young girl was being spanked by the nun, her animated ass reddening beneath the stiff hand of the older woman. I pressed the vibrator hard into my labia, licking my lips at the wicked sight while my pussy buzzed in delight.

It was so… exciting.

I shoved the vibrator inside my cunt, savoring every delicious inch of Danny sinking into my depths. The buzzing delight hummed through my snatch. My cunt clenched down on Danny every time the nun’s hand fell on that girl’s ass, making her rump glow.

I licked my lips and wondered what it would be like to be spanked. Not by a woman—I was into cock, not cunt—but by a man. I imagined a strong hand cracking down on my rear, the air filled with the stinging slap of flesh. The bimbo in the hentai seemed to be enjoying it as the nun’s blows fell on her round ass.

I worked the vibrator in and out of my pussy, my silky flesh drinking in the delight, and moaned, “Mmm, spank my ass! I’ve been soooo bad!”

On the screen, the girl gasped and squeaked while the nun called her a dirty slut.

“Yes, yes, I’m such a dirty slut,” I moaned, pumping the buzzing toy faster in and out of my cunt. “I’m such a cock-tease to my brother. I prance around practically naked, daring him to touch me. I’m so wicked. Punish me!”

I gasped when the slapped the girl’s shaved vulva. My pussy squeezed hard on my vibrator. When the nun drew back her hand, juices dripped from her palm. The girl moaned, but not in pain. She loved it. She bucked across the nun’s hips and cried out her passion.

God, what would that feel like?

I pulled the vibrator out of my pussy, so curious, and gave a light, experimental slap on my pussy. A stinging sound echoed through the living room, rising above the hum of my sex toy. Pain flared through my labia. I shivered and let out a little whimper.

It hurt, but… It felt nice.

My poor little clit was sore, so I aimed lower.

SMACK!

I landed a stinging blow on my vulva surrounded by my close-trimmed, black pubic hair. The hit electrified my snatch. Pleasure rippled through my body. I jammed my vibrator deep inside my cunt, back arching. The toy churned me up, driving me wild

I spanked my clit.

SMACK!

I worked the vibrator in and out of my cunt with my right hand while my left spanked my bud again and again. Not hard, but just enough to enjoy the stinging slap on my sensitive bit. I squirmed on the couch, my juices pouring out of me.

SMACK!

The vibrations churned from Danny met the shower of sparks from my clit. My pussy convulsed. Little mini-orgasms rippled through me. Each strike sparked off a new one, giving me such delight. The ecstasy bathed my mind.

“Oh, fuck!”

SMACK!

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

That wonderful, humming piece of metal stirred my passions into a maelstrom inside me, a giant orgasm that would drown all the little ones my slaps produced. My hand cracked down. My body shook.

My orgasm swept through me.

I howled wordlessly as I writhed on the couch, lost to the currents of rapture Danny and my slaps brought me. I wiggled the vibrator inside of my convulsing pussy and spanked my clit one final time. My eyes bulged.

My orgasm surged even hotter through me, smothering my mind in ecstasy.

I became a leaf flowing down river and finding rapturous rapids. The pleasure threw me this way and that. The ecstasy tossed me in circles of lust, spun in eddies of passion, and tumbled me through cataracts of rapture until finally I was free of the rapids.

I floated down the suddenly gentle river as I panted on the couch, my orgasm dying down.

“Holy shit,” I muttered, pulling the vibrator out of my sensitive pussy. “Holy, goddamn shit.”

What was that? I hoped I wasn’t was turning into some sort of S&M slut.

My pussy felt sore, abused, so I decided a nice, hot, and very long bath was in order. I loved soaking in hot water after masturbating. To relax in the warmth and doze, idly stroking my twat as I luxuriated in the afterglow of my cum, was a true treat.

I drew my bath, sank into it, and…

Drifted into sleep.

When I woke up, the water was decidedly not warm and was instead decidedly cold. I pulled on bathrobe, tied it loosely so my flesh peeked out enticingly, and plopped myself in front of the TV to await James’s return from D&D.

I wanted to have a little bit more fun cockteasing the perv.

I was in the middle of texting a few girlfriends—they went clubbing in Seattle and kept sending me pics of all the fun they were having while I was stuck here, the cunts—when my phone rang. I rolled my eyes in disgust, seeing it was my brother calling.

“Hey, bro,” I answered. “How’s the nerds?”

“Kim, from now on, you’re going to be Quatch’s sex slave,” a deep, hypnotic, male voice told me. It sounded vaguely like Mark, my brother’s best friend. But he never sounded so… compelling before. His voice reached into my soul, plucking the strings of my emotions like a guitar pick; I sang his song.

Of course, I would be my brother’s sex slave—it would solve the problem of getting laid.

“You’ll happily do whatever nasty, depraved acts he wants and do it with a smile. You’ll live to please him.”

“Sure,” I purred. Maybe my brother would spank me… Oh, that sounded wonderful.

There was a rustling noise, then my brother nervously greeted me: “So, um, Kim, what did Mark tell you to do?”

“I’m your sex slave, bro,” I cooed. “I live to please you. You can do whatever nasty, disgusting things you want to me.” My pussy quivered.

“Good, I want you naked and ready to fuck when I get home.”

I gave a throaty laugh, that sounded wonderful. “Yes!”

“Later, bitch!” my brother, my master, snarled and hung up.

I had to get ready to be fucked by my brother. What was I going to wear? And, fuck, my hair was an absolute mess. I should have went to the salon this afternoon.

I flew to the bathroom and set about curling my hair so it would fall in beautifully black waves around my shoulders. That done, I tackled my make-up: a hint of rouge to give me an innocent blush; dark-red lipstick that made my lips so lush and inviting; mascara to make my eyes wide; and dark eye shadow to make myself more mysterious.

I tore my room apart, questing for the perfect outfit.

What would he want me to wear? He seemed to like stockings. I found a pair of black, thigh-high stockings I wore to an office Christmas party my asshole ex-boyfriend took me to last December. I pulled on the black garter belt, trimmed in white lace, and clipped my stockings to it. Then I donned a blue, silk robe that fell to just below my ass and tied it loosely with my tits almost falling out.

“You are going to have a heart attack, brother,” I purred as I stared at myself in the mirror.

The silk robe molded to my body and my nipples were two pronounced nubs dimpling the front. When I moved, the robe slipped, showing a hint of my areolas. It was like I was naked. If I bent over my ass and twat were visible.

This would drive him wild.

I sat down on the couch, full of excited energy, and I waited.

And waited.

Where was he? You’d think he’d hurry home to fuck his baby sister? I mean, why wouldn’t he blow off his stupid D&D game to come home and fuck me? My poor pussy needed his cock. Danny just wasn’t the same as the real thing.

I fought the urge to call him, to beg him to hurry. My poor pussy was on fire. It was so exciting being his dirty, filthy sex slave. Mark’s words felt so right. No wonder I kept cock-teasing my brother. I wanted this. So badly.

Keys rattled. My heart revved. I sprang from the couch and darted to the trailer’s door to pose for my brother. I cocked my right leg, opening the bottom of the robe slightly. I ran my left hand through my hair, the fabric of the robe caressing my nipples.

The door opened.

“Holy fuck,” James breathed when his eyes fell on me while such awe burst across his face.

“Hey, bro,” I husked. I ran my right hand down from my throat into my cleavage, brushing the side slope of my left tit. “I’ve been such a bad sister, haven’t I?”

“Yes, you have,” he growled, a smile appearing in the midst of his thick, black beard. “Prancing about this house barely clothed, driving me crazy with lust! You are a cockteasing whore!”

“I was! But I’m a tease no longer.” My hand moved lower across the silk until I reached the knot of my robe. I yanked it. I shuddered as the smooth cloth slid down my body, revealing my young flesh in all my naked glory. “I’m yours. Take me! Fuck me! Punish me!”

He seized my right tit, groping me with such bold possession. He stared at me and growled, “Punish you?”

I threw my arms around his neck, bringing my lips closer and closer to his. “I’ve been a terrible sister. You should spank me.” I whimpered as his thumb ran across my nipple. I trembled, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. “Spank me so hard. Punish your naughty baby sister.”

I kissed him. I groaned as his beard scratched at my face. It felt so right. So manly. This was my big brother’s beard. I wanted to love every bit of him. To serve and please him. I was his baby sister and his sex slave.

His arms engulfed me in a tight hug, pulling my naked body against him. I felt his clothing rubbing on my nipples, the denim of his jeans on my thighs and crotch. I whimpered while waves of incestuous and submissive heat billowed out of my tight cunt.

I broke the kiss, quivering against him. “Please, please punish me!”

“I can’t believe this worked,” he muttered, his voice sounding strained with awe. “Mark is some sort of genius.”

My cunt was on fire. I didn’t care about his dumb friend right now. “I need to be punished,” I moaned as I ground against him, humping my hot pussy against his crotch. I could feel him hard. “I want to feel your big, strong hand warming my naughty bottom.”

“Okay,” he groaned.

I broke our embrace and took his hand. I led him like a little boy across the living room and pushed him down onto his recliner. He stared up at me, his eyes wide with lust and astonishment. He looked so adorable—a big, hairy teddy bear. I bent down and gave my older brother another kiss. I savored the feel of it. My pussy grew hotter.

I had to act.

I stretched across his lap, my cute ass ready to be spanked. I wiggled and squirmed, my stomach rubbing into his hardon. His hand stroked my naked back as I wiggled and writhed atop him, feeling him so hard.

“Mmm, come on and spank me,” I moaned. “Discipline your cock-teasing, little sister.”

…smack…

His first slap landed so light it was barely a love tap.

“Ooh, you can do better,” I purred, wiggling my rump. “Punish me!”

“Like this?” he asked.

Smack.

“I’ve been naughty,” I moaned. “C’mon, bro! Be a man! Spank me harder!”

SMACK!

I yelped at the stinging pain wreathing across my rump. The heat melted through my rump and into my pussy, my cream flowing. I groaned, my snatch drinking in my brother’s blow. That was a good one. That made me feel his strength. Made me feel my punishment.

“Is this what you want?” he demanded.

SMACK!

He landed a hard slap on my other butt-cheek.

“Yes!” I howled, my cunt clenching, drinking in the bliss. “That’s it! That’s what I need!”

SMACK!

The pain was wonderful, stinging through my flesh right to my aching clit. I humped on his lap, rubbing my bud into his denim. My juices soaked into his pants’ fabric as my rump burned from his delicious discipline.

“Yes!” I groaned.

SMACK!

“I’ve been so bad!”

“You have!” he snarled, his blows landing even harder.

SMACK!

I loved it.

SMACK!

“You’re a bad…”

SMACK!

“…little sister!”

SMACK!

“Prancing around…”

SMACK!

“… in those skimpy panties!”

SMACK!

“Making my cock…”

SMACK!

“…hard all the time!”

SMACK!

My ass was on fire. It was incredible. The blows kept coming. Kept giving more of what I always craved. What I always needed. I was an S&M slut. For my brother. I needed my big brother to spank my naughty rump. To fuck me. To make me his whore.

“I was a little…”

SMACK!

“…cocktease! Punish me, bro!”

SMACK!

“Yes, yes!”

SMACK!

“Keep spanking me! Make my…”

SMACK!

“…ass glow red!”

My rear burned. Heat blazed inside my pussy. I wiggled on his lap, rubbing my clit against the rough fabric of his jeans. The sparks flaring from my little button made me moan like a disgusting bitch. A wanton slut.

Every hard spanking stoked my passions more and more. Every stinging slap added energy to the storm brewing within my cunt. But it wasn’t enough. My filthy, slutty cunt needed more; I spread my legs.

“My pussy!” I moaned.

SMACK!

“Spank my nasty, dirty twat!”

He hesitated for a moment. “Jesus.”

“Yes, yes, spank my cunt! I’m such a whore!”

“You are a dirty slut…” he said almost in awe.

I trembled, squirming, waiting for the next blow to land, hoping—

CRACK!

His hand landed right on my cunt.

I exploded.

“Yes, yes!” I screamed. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt. The pain transmuted into rapture. It swept through me like a tsunami and drowned my mind in ecstasy.

CRACK!

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” I howled as another powerful surge of euphoria swept out of my abused cunt.

My pussy convulsed. My juices gushed out of me, soaking my bush. Agony throbbed in my clit. The pain became rapture, crossing that thin line separating the two sensations. It increased my pleasure. It thrust me into heights of orgasmic bliss I never knew were possible.

CRACK!

His hand landed so hard on my cunt. Pain stung my vulva and clit. The agony fed my orgasm, swelling it harder and harder. I couldn’t believe it. Stars exploded across my vision. Darkness washed across the world as my mind melted into masochist ecstasy.

CRACK!

The pain fed the flames raging in my cunt.

CRACK!

The fire spread and spread through my body, devouring my flesh in agonizing rapture.

CRACK!

I bucked on his lap.

CRACK!

His left hand pressed on my lower back, pinning me in place.

CRACK!

My twat was an inferno of pain and pleasure.

CRACK!

“Fuck, fuck!” I moaned.

CRACK!

“Oh, my God! Oh, my fucking God!”

The fire consumed all my thoughts. My orgasms kept raging through me. They burned down every nerve ending I had. I was an S&M slut. I needed a strong hand to punish me when I was bad.

I needed my brother’s strong hand to discipline me.

I hit such a peak of ecstasy. The heat from the flames carried me into the stratosphere. I tumbled through bliss. Euphoria filled me up. I groaned and panted on him. I whimpered as I floated there for so long.

And then I realized he wasn’t spanking my ass. Instead, his hand was just stroking my burning rump. Not hard, not to inflict pain, but soothing. I blinked as I came down from my orgasmic high, my pussy aching, my thighs feeling drenched with my passion.

“Holy shit, Kim,” he breathed. “How many times did you cum?”

“I don’t know,” I answered. I sat up and shifted around until I cuddled on his lap, my burning rump feeling his hard dick beneath me. “But it was amazing!”

“Yeah,” he groaned, his dick twitching beneath my bruised ass. My abused cunt clenched. I ached to be filled with his incestuous shaft.

I shifted on his lap, straddling his waist while I fumbled at his pants. “I want to ride this cock, bro,” I purred. “I want to feel you in me.”

He grinned. “Incest is the best, so put your brother to the test.”

“What?” I asked, pausing in drawing down his zipper.

“It’s an old saying.”

“Well, let’s put it to the test,” I moaned.

I reached into his open fly, shoved down his boxers, and fished out his cock. I stroked him, feeling his size. It felt nice, not too too big or too little—average. The perfect dick to fuck my pussy after being spanked. I didn’t need my hole stretched. I just needed stimulation.

I shifted on his lap, lifting up my hips and guided his tip to my hungry hole. He stared at me with awe as he felt the kiss of my soaked bush and then my hot pussy lips on his dick. I smiled at the groan he made as I swabbed him up and down my slit.

“I’m really going to fuck your pussy,” he said.

“You really are,” I told him. His cock nudged at the entrance to my cunt. “You get to fuck your baby sister whenever you want.”

His grin made me shiver. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed my brother’s dick in me. I sank my weight down him, groaning as my twat engulfed his shaft. My eyes widened as I took more and more of him in my cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” I panted. “That is wonderful. I’ve missed having a real cock inside me.”

“Yes,” he groaned, his eyes so wide as took more and more of him.

His dick was perfect. His shaft was hard, warm, and throbbing. He stretched out my little hole just right. And it was my brother’s cock! That just made it even more exciting, the silky friction sending incestuous pleasure through my body.

“Holy fuck!” my brother moaned. “I fucking wanted to do this forever!”

“You are such a pervert,” I said then laughed.

“You’re one to talk,” he growled, grabbing one of my tits and squeezing hard. “Getting off on being spanked!”

“I’m a pervert!” I gasped. “You’re a pervert! We’re perfect together!”

My words propelled me into action. I slid my pussy up his cock, squeezing the entire way. He groaned, his hand squeezing tighter on my tit. I swirled my hips when I reached the pinnacle, then I slid my hot cunt back down his dick.

I bottomed out on him, enjoying the pain of my bruised cunt mashing into his crotch. I whimpered, his wonderful cock filling me up. It was all so delicious. So wrong. So taboo. And it was so right to be owned by my big brother.

To be his sex slave.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned as I rode his cock hard.

“Uh-huh,” he grunted, his left hand seizing my ass. He squeezed my bruised rump, pain flaring through my nethers.

My cunt clenched down hard on him.

I whimpered, his thumb rubbing my nipple. Pleasure and agony rippled through my body, speeding up my pace. I rode him faster and faster, reveling in the delight of his cock. My pussy drank in the friction, building and building my orgasm inside of me.

Then I gasped as he went from rubbing my nipple to pinching them. His fingers tugged on it, abusing the nub. My eyes widened, my pussy squeezing down so hard on him. I slammed my cunt down his girth and moaned out in delight, my aching labia grinding into his groin before I rose again.

“Yes, yes, abuse my nipple!” I moaned. “My body is yours to enjoy!”

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Work that cunt up and down my dick. Yes, yes. I’m going to cum in your cunt.”

That made me shiver. I wanted to please him. It made me hotter as he grunted and groaned. I drank in the bliss my pussy gave him. I worked my cunt up and down his dick, giving him such bliss. My orgasm swelled faster and faster.

I wanted his cum spurting in me. His incestuous seed. It was so wrong. Which only made my cunt hotter. My pussy gripped him. I bounced faster and faster on him, my head tossing back and forth as I fucked my brother.

Loved my brother.

“James!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, this is amazing! You’re right! Incest is the best!”

“Goddamn, I love your cunt!” he moaned. “You dirty whore! Faster! I want to fill you to the brim with my cum! I’m fucking my little sister!”

“Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes, you are! You’re fucking my tight cunt!”

I rode him with all my passion, working my hips to get us both off. My climax neared, a violet burst of passion swelling within my pussy. My brother’s cock felt so wonderful inside my sopping cunt. So thick and hard. The friction…

God, it was amazing!

I humped faster, eager for my climax. This was so wrong. He was my brother. I loved it. We were both perverts. I slammed my cunt down his dick over and over then had the joy of sliding back up him, my pussy clenching the entire way.

“Cum in me, brother!”

“I am! I’m gonna pump so much incestuous spunk inside you, you’ll be leaking it for a year!”

I quivered. “That sounds amazing!”

My back arched. I gasped as his beard scratched at my left breast. His mouth found my nipple. He sucked it once, then he bit it. The exquisite pain shot through my nerves like a bullet fired from a gun. It raced down through my body and stroke the explosive inside my pussy.

My climax detonated.

Pleasure surged through me in mind-numbing waves. My entire body electrified. My cunt spasmed about his dick as I gasped and moaned. I slammed down his cock, engulfing him in my writhing sheath. Rapture slammed into my mind.

“Oh, fuck, your cunt!” he moaned around my nipple. “Holy shit! It’s milking me!”

“Goddammit!” I screamed, buffeted by passion and pain. The dual sensations drowned my mind as my orgasm kept rippling through me.. “You fucking, wonderful brother! Cum in me!”

“Oh, Kim! Oh, Kim!”

With a grunt, his incestuous seed flooded my cunt, adding to the explosion of rapture ripping through my body. I felt every blast of his forbidden seed spurt into my pussy. My snatch writhed about him, rippling about his cock, so hungry for his cum.

He held me tight, pulling me against him. I quivered as my orgasm peaked through me. My pussy wrung his cock dry of all his taboo seed. His hands gripped my burning ass, adding that last flare of pain to ripple through my climax.

Then it passed. I panted against him, mewling as his cock softened in me. That wonderful afterglow suffused my body. I loved how solid his body felt against me. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay like this.

“My sister-slave,” he whispered.

His words lifted my face to stare into his eyes. I saw something amazing. “My brother-master!”

We kissed. My mouth melted against hims. It was wonderful. Loving. Tender. I had never felt its like before. No guy I had ever kissed brimmed with such passion it made me feel so wanted. So cared for. My brother truly loved me and…

I was his. He owned me. Mark was so right.

After a while, a horny ache swelled in me. I crawled off my brother’s and luxuriated in the feel of his seed leaking out of my cunt. I swayed across the living room to the hallway that led to the bedrooms and bathroom.

“Come to my room,” I purred.

“Why not mine?”

“Mine is…” Clean. “…romantic.”

I sauntered down the hallway, my master following like a puppy.

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Sunday, July 27th, 2014 – Kim Penor

“Attach the nipple clamps,” I ordered my master.

“Sure, Kim,” he answered as he knelt before me.

Pain exploded from my nipple, a numbing agony that crossed over into rapture. I moaned in pleasure. A silver chain dangled from the clamp, tipped with an opal teardrop. I loved the constant, dull pain wearing clamps gave me.

It kept me randy all day.

We were getting ready for Chris’s wedding this afternoon. James’s D&D friend was marrying his six busty girlfriends. They were all great girls. I wished Chris well keeping those horny vixen’s satisfied all the time. That dirty, freakish whore, Sam, was keeping him supplied with her magical Viagra and, in exchange, Chris was letting her titty fuck any of his fiancees.

“Now the other one,” I ordered.

“Yes, Kim.”

My Master was always eager to obey me.

He grabbed it off the tray and was about to reach up and attach it when his phone rang. “Shit,” he muttered. “Sorry, Kim.”

“It’s okay, Master,” I sighed, pinching my unclamped nipple hard; pussy cream leaked out of my twat. “Just make it quick.”

“I will,” he agreed. He picked up and said, “Oh, hey, Mark.”

I didn’t pay attention to their conversation, amusing myself by pulling on my nipple clamp. The pain went straight down to my pussy, keeping me nice and molten. I reached my other hand down to slide through my shaved lips. I was so horny. After a year being my brother’s slave, I still ached for more.

I needed to cum.

Was there time to have James eat me out before we had to leave? Even though he was my Master and I would do anything he asked, my brother was still easily manipulated by my body.

“What did he want?” I asked, realizing James had stopped talking to Mark.

“He offered me a job,” he answered, sounding unsteady.

“What?” I asked, handing him the other nipple clamp.

“He wants me to rule the Middle East for him.”

I sighed as the clamp bit into my nipple. “Really? Sounds important.”

“We would have to be bound to him though.”

“Bound…” I frowned, pondering that. It would mean selling our souls to Mark, but I would stay young and beautiful for my brother. “Do it,” I ordered my Master. “I would never age! You could always have your hot, little sister-slave to play with.”

“I guess,” he muttered, picking up the final clamp and reaching between my thighs.

“Don’t guess, you should—” I gasped as the clit clamp bit into my sensitive nub. I groaned, my pussy clenching. The agony almost triggered an orgasm. Whimpers washed through me. I shook my head and groaned, “Take the job, and I’ll make you very happy!”

“Really?” he asked.

“I’ll let you fuck me in the ass during the wedding.” I only let him enjoy anal on special occasions or as a reward for good behavior. “How does that sound, Master?”

“Sure,” he eagerly said. “You’re the best slave. I love you, Kim!”

I smiled, my heart melting. He was such a sweet brother. “I love you, too,” I purred and pulled his face into my crotch. “I love my big teddy bear!”

We had time.

I closed my eyes, enjoying his rough beard as he began to devour my pussy. I would get to rule the Middle East. Sure, I’d let James think he was making the decisions, but I would have all the power.

“Mmm, that’s a good Master,” I purred as I drifted off into my fantasies of power. All those dusky, middle-eastern beauties for us to dominate and enjoy… “Eat your slave’s pussy!”

It would be a great life!

The END of Kim’s Tale

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