My fiance and I are looking forward to a relaxing vacation. Hopefully there's no any nerdy, bratty little sisters around to ruin our alone time...
My fiance knelt below me on the tile floor, her head tilted back and her tongue hanging from her mouth. Steamy water poured over shoulders, running down her breasts and dripping off her nipples in rivulets. Lena waited. I waited.
“You’re sure?” I gripped the base of my cock, semi-erect. Lena nodded.
Aiming the tip, I relaxed. My piss leaked out slowly, then gained to a thick stream. Urine splattered onto Lena’s tongue, running down her chin and onto her titties. She closed her eyes and retracted her tongue, allowing the piss to puddle in her mouth before spitting. Eyes still shut, she leaned forward, allowing my steam of clear piss to coat her face, stopping at her hairline. Less than a minute later, I was empty, and the stream of urine dribbled to a stop. Lena blinked as the shower water washed her clean.
“Well?” I asked.
“I don’t… know.” My fiance reached a hand to my cock, jerking me slowly.
“You don’t know if you like watersports?” I laughed. Lena sucked on the tip of my cock, rubbing me with her tongue to make me harden in her mouth.
“Yeah. Not sure,” she gasped.
I let her suck my cock for a few more minutes, her black hair clinging to her face and fat titties bobbing. Her lips were warm and soft and I simply leaned back and enjoyed myself.
“Give me something I know I’ll enjoy drinking,” Lena licked the tip, then stuck her tongue out again. I gripped my shaft and jerked, aiming at her tongue. I came in her mouth, laying strands of white across her tongue. When I was fully spent, I rubbed one last droplet of spunk onto her lip from the tip, then backed away. Lena closed her mouth to collect the semen, then showed me a mouthful before swallowing.
After the shower, Lena sat on the tub while wrapped in a towel. She scrolled on her phone while I leaned over the sink shaving.
“Let’s see. Ropes, yes. CNC, yes. Spit, yes. Swinging, yes. Piss… I’m gonna go maybe.” Her fingers flew over the phone screen.
“What have we got left to try?” I dragged the razor across my cheek, making eye contact in the mirror.
“We still have lactation, anal, incest, exhibition-...”
“The swingers club definitely counts as exhibition.” I interrupted.
“No, because other people were having sex too. Exhibition needs to be for people who aren’t participating. On a webcam or… maybe in public.” She raised her eyebrows in the matter-of-fact way usually reserved for explaining controversies in her university program. I decided not to push back.
“How are we doing incest?” I cleaned my razor in the sink.
“I told you, I’m working on my cousin.”
“...Yeah.” I cringed, remembering her short, nerdy college-freshman cousin. The girl was nothing special in the looks department (unlike the lovely Lena), but she was very open-minded about sex. The two women shared everything, including Lena informing her cousin about our Fuck-it Bucket list.
“Okay. Well, don’t pressure her too much.”
“She thinks you’re cute. I can for sure get her to blow you.” Lena stood, wrapping an arm around me from behind. “She’s already said she’s interested,” My woman cupped my testicles while I leaned closer to the mirror.
“That would be fun, but that’s not quiiiiiiite incest.” I smirked.
“We’ll figure it out. I can lick her tit while she’s topless or something. Once we get her there, the rest will happen naturally.”
“Sure it will,” I rolled my eyes, then changed the subject. “Are you packed?”
“Mostly,” her hand traveled up my shaft. Lena lifted the tip of my cock with the pads of all five fingers.
“We’re leaving in twenty minutes,” I grinned. She stuck her tongue out at me, gave a soft squeeze, and went to finish packing.
-
Dust from the rocky gravel road coated the car. I squinted over the steering wheel, bumping and jittering as the tires kicked up rocks. Lena had her feet on the dash, bumping her knees.
“You’re excited,” I winked.
“Two weeks of isolation out in the country. Trev, I might not put clothes on at all.” she moaned.
“You will definitely want to wear clothes for feeding the cows.”
“Okay, duh,” Lena laughed, “I meant in your stepdad’s house. You don’t think he has like, cameras in the bathroom or shit like that, do you?” I reached for a donut from the box, and Lena slapped my hands away. “Breakfast only!” she scolded me.
“I think Dan probably closes his eyes during sex,” I reached for a donut again, playfully persistent, and Lena caught my hand, biting my thumb gently. “He’s a deacon and there’s Bible verses all over the walls.” I concluded.
“Oooh, kinky. I’ll be the sluttiest sinner-girl ever to step through the door. Or… would that be your sister?”
“Haven’t spoken to Billie since she went off to college.”
We rattled across a cattle guard, and Lena sat up. She didn’t care if the windows were closed, she needed to talk to the 40-odd head of cattle for the entire drive up the mile long driveway.
“MOOOOOOO!” She shouted at the window, and I laughed.
-
I came in with the last bag and dropped it on the kitchen floor. Lena sat with her feet beneath her body on the living room couch, typing away on her cell.
“We don’t have a ton to do,” I grabbed Dan’s chore list. The open floor plan of the ranch house let me talk to my fiance in the other room. “There’s afternoon feeding, which will be the big chore with the tractor. Some morning chores for the chickens and just… keep the place up. He says help yourself to the… deer jerky,” I squinted at the bottom of the hand-written note.
“This is awesome,” dropped her phone in her lap, “It’s like a free vacation at an animal safari.”
“You’d have to be a veterinarian post-grad to think farm animals are anything like an animal safari. I’d rather be in Brazil, and Dan and Mom be here.”
“But… we can play as much as we want.” Lena grinned coyly and let her legs spread apart on the couch. She laid a hand on her jean-covered pussy, smiling at me across the room. With tunnel vision, I happily stumbled over to the couch.
“That is one perk,” I agreed, climbing onto the couch beside her. I kissed my fiance slowly, then played with her tits through her shirt. Lena’s breasts were plump and heavy, pressing against her T-shirt. I lifted her shirt off over her head, letting her tits bounce out. We kissed more while I pulled on her nipples, tongues in each other’s mouths. After swapping spit back and forth a few times, I lowered my head to her right breast, sucking her nipples into my mouth. Lena moaned, grabbing her cunt through her shorts.
“Let’s get fucking naked,” she begged.
“Let’s get a fucking room.” Another woman’s voice answered.
I shot up straight and Lena’s head jerked back.
Beside the living room stood a door which led down into the disused basement. Standing in that door frame, in a set of flannel shorts and a ‘My Hero Academia’ hoody was my little sister, Billie. She held a stack of dirty dishes in her hands. She stuck her tongue out and gagged at us, but didn’t bother to look away.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I used my body to shield Lena’s naked chest. “You’re supposed to be at Ohio State!” Billie leaned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of my fiance.
“Oh yeah, I still live on campus. I just drive sixteen hours to use the shitter.” She rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen. I helped Lena back into her shirt while a cacophony of dirty dishes clattered into the sink.
“Are you leaving soon?” I stomped into the kitchen, gritting my teeth, “Dan called me specifically to watch the place while he was in Brazil.”
“I live here. I moved in downstairs. College didn’t work out.” Lena stood behind me, watching curiously.
“Sup,” Billie nodded to her, then helped herself to a donut from our box. Her greasy brown hair hung around her head in strands, and she ate half the donut in a single bite.
“Hello! You must be Billie. I’m Lena,” Lena waved.
“Yup,” Billie kicked the refrigerator closed, half a gallon of milk in hand. Without another word, she headed for the basement. Lena and I were left standing in shock when the basement door clicked shut.
-
“What the hell do you mean it’s because she’s a girl?” I spat into the phone. On the screened-in front porch of the ranch house I paced furiously, shouting into my cell. “Dan, she’s fucking twenty. I drove four hours and took off work to watch this pl-... What the hell do you mean she wouldn’t do it right?!?” Leaning against the doorframe, Lena winced. I felt the pity in her furrowed brow.
“I took off work for this, Dan. Lena had to get special permission to turn in assignments online. If Billie lives here, then she could have done the chores and saved us the time!”
I was repeating myself. We’d had the same conversational loop three times now. I figured I needed one more good loop of chewing Dan out before I cooled off. Dan, on the other hand, had a good excuse. When the line went dead, I jammed my cell back into my pocket in a rage.
“He had a… dolphin tour… starting.” I frowned.
“He said she couldn’t do it because…?”
“Because she’s a woman.” I shook my head.
“Bullshit!” Lena took offense to the excuse for different reasons.
“It’s fucking weaponized incompetence. He didn’t trust Billie to do it because he knows she’ll fuck it up on purpose. I fucking hate her ass, Lena. I hate her.”
“We can still fuck in our bedroom,” Lena wrapped me in a hug. My arms hung at my side, but I let my cheek rest on her head.
“Little shit,” I cursed my sister.
-
When Lena moved forward, she took my cock deeper into her mouth. When she moved back, the wall-mounted dildo impaled her cunt. Sloppy gagging noises mixed with the groans of pleasure as I pushed slowly forward, giving her less and less room to work. With a half step forward, my hard cock broke the barrier into the back of her throat, mashing her nose into my pelvis. Lena struggled against me, her body shaking and shivering, but she didn’t tap me for a release. Her eyes stayed locked onto mine, her fingernails digging into my hips.
I pulled back. Lena gasped for breath, still halfway in her mouth. Then I began to thrust. Each movement of my hips pushed against the dildo on the door frame, slamming into her pussy. The eight inch silicone cock fucked her until she came, her core tensing and body quivering. I didn’t stop fucking her face, using her mouth like a pussy.
Lena’s legs shook with exertion. She tightened with the surge of another orgasm through her body, and just as she did, I came too, ramming my cock into her mouth and coating the back of her tongue with jizz.
When I backed away, Lena slid off the dildo with a slick, wet slurp and fell to the floor. She moaned and panted, fighting to catch her breath.
“Okay. We got the whole thing.” I checked the laptop screen, seeing our recording in progress.
“Hooooot! Oh my fucking GOD. I want to get DP’ed for real.” Lena rested on her back, legs up the doorframe.
“Next time we’re at the club, love.” I grabbed towels and pulled my fiance off the floor. “Let’s get going. Reservation is at eight.” We hurried to clean up, dress, and rush out the door.
-
“Oh, gross, I left the dildo on the door frame.”
The mosquitoes were fed, the chickens were milked, and whatever other nonsense was needed for maintaining a forty acre farm were complete. We were in bed, back home after a lovely evening in the nearby small town. My eyes followed Lena’s pointing finger. Sure enough, the dark, flesh-colored cock hung from the closet door frame comically.
“It’ll be fine,” I waved her off, clicking through my video editing software.
“You’re supposed to clean them off right after use.” Lena said.
“What’s it gonna do? Melt? Come on, let’s watch the video. I was thinking about it all through dinner.”
“Oooh, yes please!” Lena rolled closer to me in my parent’s bed, laying her head on my shoulder. I clicked play and we watched fifteen minutes of debauchery. I facefucked Lena in 1440p, even pausing to point out a fat glob of spit the camera caught dripping off her chin.
“This is fucking sexy!” Lena moaned, rubbing my chest.
“And once we upload it, that’ll be one more off the Fuck-it Bucket list.”
From the video, I heard my own voice come through speakers.
“Let’s get going. Reservation is at eight.”
“What should we call it?” Lena nuzzled my shoulder and gave me a gentle nip.
“Hot Asian Takes it From Both Ends.” I confirmed.
“Ugh, why mention my ethnicity?” Lena’s nose wrinkled at the idea.
“I figure we’d get more clicks.”
“Fuck clicks. I don’t like it.”
On the video, I heard the door latch when we left the room. With embarrassment, I realized I’d left the laptop camera on record after we’d gone out.
“Hot Guy With Gorgeous Cock Facefucks Submissive Slut.” Lena nodded with satisfaction. I wasn’t really paying attention, instead I frowned at the video length. Almost forty minutes of extra footage had been recorded by the laptop, until the software stopped.
“You gotta mention the dildo,” I skipped ahead in the video, idly curious if we’d found anything interesting.
“Submissive Slut Rides Dildo, Gets Facefucked.” Lena suggested.
“Reads like a New York Times headline.”
“Well fuck, Trev, you name it. Just don’t mention race or religion.” Lena scoffed in disbelief.
My hands trembled. My mouth fell open. I couldn’t respond.
“Trev?” Lena checked in with me, one eyebrow up. I simply pointed at the screen.
Billie walked into our closet. She stopped just in frame of the laptop camera, facing the wall-mounted dildo. My little sister hesitated, staring at the sex toy.
“Oh, you little fucker.” Lena laughed. I was sick to my stomach. Billie knelt to the floor, facing the waist-high dildo.
“No.” I squeaked.
She sniffed the dildo. One hand raised slowly, trembling, and slid into the front of her flannels. Her tongue flicked out, barely touching the tip of the cock.
“No…” escaped my lips, this time a whisper.
On the screen, Billie’s breathing picked up to a ragged panting. One hand rubbed between her legs lewdly. With her other hand, she grabbed her tits through the hoody, squeezing her nipples and pulling them. She wrapped her lips around the dildo, sucking halfway down the shaft. Then she began to genuinely blow the toy, bobbing her head up and down.
I sat frozen, my heart thudding and hands cold. I should have turned it off, but I couldn’t look away. Lena didn’t move, her face frozen in shock.
We both watched my little sister orgasm with a mouthful of my fiance’s used dildo. Billie leaned back against the opposite door frame, hand working furiously beneath her pants. Finally, she came to rest, and her breathing leveled off, and her eyes closed. She relaxed.
“Oh my fucking god.” I moved to close the video editing software, but Lena stopped me.
“What’s she doing?” She demanded. I looked back at the screen.
Billie crawled over to my luggage, discarded in a corner of the closet. She dug through the wrinkled laundry, eventually finding a pair of my used boxers. She brought them to her face, pressing her nose into the crotch, and inhaled. The boxers went into the neck of her hoody, and Billie walked out of frame. We heard more rustling, and a zipper.
“My luggage,” Lena pointed to her suitcase, on the floor out of frame from the laptop.
We listened to the recording. A moment later, we heard a deep inhale. Then the door opened, and Billie was gone.
I closed the editing software without another word.
We sat in silence. Outside, crickets sang. The shower dripped. A confused rooster crowed after dark.
Abruptly, Lena stood from the bed. She hurried to her suitcase and dug through it furiously. Finally, after a thorough search, she threw down a pair of pants and huffed.
“The panties I wore yesterday…” she didn’t finish the thought.
“What the fuck?” I shouted, pushing the laptop away in disgust. Lena climbed back into bed, pulling the comforter up around her body.
“I feel so fucking invaded… I kind of like it,” her eyes were hooded, showing intrigue. I clenched my fists, mind racing.
“We have to fucking confront her — this is completely fucking unacceptable.”
“I’m kind of turned on.”
“I’m gonna tell Dan and Mom. They deserve to know what kind of little freak is squatting in… what did you say?”
“I’m kind of turned on, Trevor.” Lena couldn’t bring her eyes up to mine.
“Huh?”
“That was fucking hot. Watching her sniff your boxers, and knowing she has my panties. It’s fucking hot. She’s kind of hot, you know?” Lena kneaded the comforter in her hands, eyes still downcast. I gaped at her without a word.
“You think that little goblin is hot?”
“I mean, she needs a shower, but yeah. She looks just like you. I kind of want to see the body beneath those baggy clothes.”
“Are you… Lena, what the hell are you talking about?”
“We have incest on the bucket list, Trev. This is an obvious ‘in’. And it’s so much better than my mostly-straight, geeky cousin! Billie sucked my pussy juice off a dildo. I bet the little slut knew we were recording, too.”
My heart raced so hard my chest ached. I blinked.
“I… what are you suggesting?”
“I think… you can say no, but I think… we could fuck your sister.”
I thought for a long time. Billie was a fine looking woman, I guess. Her hair was greasy, and she was pale from non-stop gaming. I didn’t think she was ugly, but I’d never considered what she might look like beneath the graphic gaming tees and anime hoodies she wore everywhere.
“I need to think.” I shook my head. My hands shook. I couldn’t calm my nerves.
“We can sleep on it.” Lena suggested, “We don’t have to confront her immediately. We can sit on this for a while.”
“Okay.” I gulped.
That night, I had a wet dream about my little sister.
-
I killed the engine and released the hydraulics, dropping the bucket and parking the tractor. Lena staggered up to me, panting.
“This is hard fucking work,” she groaned, shielding her eyes against the fierce afternoon sun.
“Feeding the cows is the worst part,” I said, “Checking for eggs will take like fifteen minutes. It’ll be like a two hour work day. Not bad for a free vacation.” I winked down at her from the tractor seat, and Lena raised a hand for assistance. She climbed up onto the tractor and straddled me. I cupped her butt with both hands, leaning my head back to accept her kisses.
“I’ve been thinking about your sister a lot,” she confessed. I cringed, turning my head away.
“And?” I asked.
“I want to know what you think. I’m not doing anything without you being one hundred percent on board.” Lena stroked my cheek, smiling at me.
“...hypothetically…” I wrinkled my nose, “hypothetically, if I were on board with fucking… my… fucking my little sister… what are you thinking?”
“I had a couple of ideas.” Lena announced proudly. She sat up, smiling.
“...Go on.” I set my hands on her hips.
“Idea number one. We confront her about the footage. Then we demand our underpants back, or we’ll tell your parents. When she gives them back, we pretend like we’re convinced she stole more. We make her strip so we can ‘look for more stolen property’. We can both feel her up while she’s naked.
Idea number two. We leave more stuff around for her to find. Plant a camera. See what she does with it.”
“What kind of stuff?” I squeezed Lena’s tits. She lifted her shirts and pulled down her bra so I could grope her boobs.
“Used condoms. More panties. A thumb drive with a video of us fucking.”
“You really have thought about this a lot. We don’t use condoms though.” I leaned forward and sucked Lena’s nipple.
“We could. Leave it somewhere for her. See what happens.
“Okay. Let’s do that.” I agreed.
“Okay?” Lena turned her head to the side, “I thought you weren’t decided?”
“That’s not me saying I want to fuck my sister. That’s me saying we can leave a used condom out for her and see what happens. Those are very different.”
“Yes!” Lena bit her lip. “I’ll run to the gas station. You find somewhere to set up a hidden camera.”
“After we check for eggs,” I insisted. Lena scoffed while putting her tits back in her bra.
-
“Why are you naked?” I scowled suspiciously at my fiance as she cuddled up to me in the bed.
“Because if it’s hot, I’m going to touch myself.” she wiggled her tits, and my cock stiffened partially in my shorts.
“Okay.” I didn’t know how else to reply, so I pulled up the video editing software. The screen displayed a shot of the kitchen, focused on the trashcan. From our vantage point, we saw the open lid of the trash can, and the staged condom on the lip. It was filled with my cum and knotted shut, hanging just out of the bag.
“Where’s the laptop?” Lena asked.
“On the counter, behind a spatula holder and some cook books.” I replied.
“Did we get her in the video?”
“Well, the condom was missing when I came back to get the camera. So something happened.” I set the video to play at sixty four times speed, and we sat for a minute watching.
“There!” Lena cried. A figure had blasted through the kitchen in a flash, so we reversed and watched at normal speed.
On the laptop screen, Billie entered the kitchen. She added still more unwashed dishes from the sink, then pulled open the fridge. She stared at the shelves for a few moments before grabbing one of my beers that I had brought for me (little shit). She popped the to and chucked it toward the trash can. The lid clattered against the trashcan and fell to the floor. Billie stopped when she looked in that direction.
She set the beer on the counter top. She walked over to the trashcan and froze, staring down at the used condom.
“Trev? Trev’s girlfriend?" Billie shouted. She turned, looking towards the master bedroom.
“She’s making sure we’re not in the house,” I said.
“How the hell does she not remember my name?” Lena demanded.
Once satisfied she was alone, Billie snatched the condom. She lifted it to her nose and sniffed, then stuck the long end in her mouth.
“Yeah, 100% she’ll let us fuck her.” Lena moaned. She fingered her cunt while she spoke, eyes locked on my little sister.
Back in the video, Billie tried furiously to untie the condom. Her hands shook, and she breathed heavily as she fought with the slippery latex. Finally she gave up, retrieving a pair of scissors from a drawer. She cut the knot off the condom and turned it up, emptying a mouthful of my cum onto her tongue. I watched my little sister’s eyes close, heard her groan of pleasure as she held my semen in her mouth. She swallowed a moment later, then brought the condom to her mouth again. She stuck tongue into it, lapping every last drop from the interior. When she was finished, she jammed the condom deeper into the trashcan, grabbed her beer, and disappeared.
“I’m so fucking horny.” Lena worked her cunt hard. The bed shook. “Fuck me right now baby. Fuck my pussy.”
I’m only a man. I climbed on top of my fiance and fucked her. The image of Billie drinking my cum played over in my mind. Judging from Lena’s closed eyes and moaning of my sister’s name, it was in her mind too.
When I came inside Lena, I collapsed on top of her. Her fat round tits squashed into my chest, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth.
“I have an idea.” She broke our kiss, a thick string of saliva connecting our mouths.
“That’s never good,” I swirled my tongue around my lips, clearing the air.
“Shush. I know how we’re going to confront your sister.”
“Mmmm…”
“...If you’re one hundred percent on board with fucking her.”
“Just tell me the plan.” I demanded.
“If you’re one hundred percent on board with fucking her.” Lena insisted.
“Just tell me.”
“Say it first.”
“Tell me.”
“One…hundred…”
“I’m on board!” I finally confessed, rolling off my fiance. My flaccid, wet cock slid out of her pussy, and I gripped it in my palm. With the fantasy of lifting my little sister’s grungy Halo 5: Guardians T-shirt up and ogling her tits, I pulled on my cock. Even immediately post-coital, it began to harden.
“You have to say one hundred percent.” Lena narrowed her eyes on me.
“I’m on board one hundred percent,” I huffed, cock stiff.
“Say you want to put your cock inside your little sister.”
My heart pounded with excitement. Every cell in my body told me to say no, that it was wrong. Every cell but the particular ones clutched firmly in my left hand.
“I want to put my cock inside my little sister.” I breathed the sentence, barely more than a whisper. I couldn’t even look in Lena’s direction.
“Yes!” Here’s my plan:”
-
The bare wooden stairs creaked. A stench drifted up from below, a mix of body odor and stale food. I felt like the protagonist of a horror movie as I descended into the total blackness of the basement.
“What do you want?” Billie crouched in her gaming chair. Her hands perched on a keyboard, invisible beneath a tower of fast food cups, empty beer bottles, and empty chip bags.
“Is there a new carpet down here?” I squinted at the dark floor, trying to make out the shapes.
“...No, it’s still concrete. Those are like, clothes and shit. What the fuck do you want, Trev?” Billie complained. I squinted at my little sister. She was pale, her hair hanging around her face totally unkempt. Her entire body perched in the gaming chair, her shoulders on her knees. I didn’t realize how tiny the little woman was, but she almost disappeared into her hoody in this position.
“We need to talk.” I stepped forward, fighting for balance as the unevenly piled clothes bent my ankles.
“Well I’m in-game. It’s ranked. I’ll come upstairs in a little while.” Billie ignored me. Her fingers clacked on the keyboard, and her mouse clicked. I watched bright images flash on the screen as cartoon characters pounded each other with multi-colored bullets and swords.
“We’re on C.” Billie shouted.
“C?” I asked.
“No, the fucking tank isn’t diving, that’s why we’re losing. Fucking pussy. Let someone else tank if you’re gonna play like a retard.”
She wasn’t even talking to me. I cringed at the slur. Billie was a nasty little woman.
“Billie, I need to talk to you.” I repeated myself more loudly and firmly, hoping to overtake her game chat.
“No, cause we’re getting fucking raped on the objective. Our tanks are pussies and our healers are fucking fat-titty bimbos-...!”
I cut off her unpleasant tirade with the push of a single button. Billie’s hands dropped off the keyboard. She sat still, for a moment, as if rebooting. Then she turned her head and looked down at my shoe, the tip of which rested on the power strip beside her darkened computer.
“You.. fucking cunt.” she whispered.
“We need to talk.” I demanded, “Where’s the light switch?”
“That was ranked.” Billie ignored me, and I felt along the wall. When I found the switch, an overhead fluorescent tube snapped on, blinding Billie. The room was filthy, piled with laundry, pizza boxes, and half-assembled anime figurines. Trash covered the floor six inches deep.
“Why are you being a fucking asshole right now?” Billie snarled, swiveling in her chair to face me. I held up a hand, clutching a single thumb drive. My foot clicked on the power to her PC, and she restarted it instinctively. I watched her for a few seconds. She was content to completely ignore me.
“Aren’t curious what’s on the thumb drive?” I asked.
“Aren’t you curious what happens after you die, asshole?” Billie hammered in her password and the PC booted up.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I held out the thumb drive, and she snatched it away from me. After jamming it into a USB port on her computer, she pulled up the single video file and hit play.
We both watched the screen as a familiar kitchen scene played. Billie stopped the video and closed the software when she brought the used condom to her mouth.
“...You were filming that?”
Her voice was tiny. No snark, no edge, no condescension, her voice held only a tiny warble and the dash of fear. Her headphones slid off and crashed to the floor as she lowered her forehead onto her knees. The usually pale-white skin of her face blossomed bright pink.
“Come upstairs,” I ordered. “We need to talk.”
With a jolt, Billie’s head shot up. She snatched the USB drive from the computer port and dropped it on her desk. She gripped a beer bottle and smashed the drive, once twice, again and again until the drive was bent plastic and cracked circuit boards.
She breathed heavily, her sleeve drenched in spilled beer.
“Now you can’t show Mom.” She asserted, a little of the old bite back in her voice.
I raised my eyebrows. Billie sneered at me. Neither of us said anything.
“...You have other copies,” she lowered her head.
“Come upstairs,” I ordered.
Billie trudged into the living room like a convict to the gallows. Lena sat on the couch, legs crossed, looking like a proper and perfect fiance. I joined her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. My sister slumped into the chair across from us, her shoulders sagging and head down. After a moment, I broke the silence.
“I don’t need to know why you did that,” I began. Billie said nothing. I nudged Lena. This was her idea anyway.
“Billie, we’re not upset. We’re just very confused.” She held a concerned tone, her brow furrowed.
Billie looked up, eyes red and brimming with tears.
“Please don’t tell Mom and Dan. I don’t have anywhere else to live,” she begged.
“We might have to, Billie,” I tried to sound regretful, “what you’ve done is very invasive. It’s pretty serious.”
“It’s your fault for leaving the fucking condom…!” Billie’s edge crept back into her voice, the sneer working its way onto her face. I silenced her.
“Quiet!” I barked. Billie physically flinched, lowering her head.
“We don’t want to tell Dan and your mother about this, Billie,” Lena said. She held up a flash drive, and Billie’s eyes were drawn to it. “This is the final copy of the video. No cloud copy, nothing on the laptop — just this. And it’s yours… but you have to agree to four terms. Are you willing to listen?” Billie bowed her head, and she nodded. “Good.” Lena smiled.
“Term one: You’ll do all the chores for the farm. Feed all the animals, collect the eggs, milk the goats for the next two weeks while Trevor and I are here. Can you do that?” Lena smiled. Billie stared at her hatefully for a moment, then nodded. My little sister was completely defeated.
“Good girl,” Lena’s voice dropped, low and husky. For a split second, a curious look passed over Billie’s face.
“Term two: Go do the dishes in the sink.”
The room went silent. Billie leaned back in her chair, eyeballing the growing pile of dishes (predominantly hers) piled in the kitchen sink. She turned back to us and nodded. I waited. Lena waited.
“What’s three?” Billie looked at Lena, then at me. Lena scowled.
“Term two was go do the dishes in the sink. Now, you little freak!” Lena snarled. Billie’s eyes widened. She stood, hurrying into the kitchen. I followed my fiance into the kitchen.
I stood in the doorway. Lena approached more closely.
Billie turned the hot water on, letting it spill over grease-caked plates.
“Take your stupid sweatshirt off,” Lena demanded. Billie obeyed, pulling the hoody off over her head. Beneath she wore only a T-shirt. She started on the dishes, scrubbing beneath the watchful eye of the woman I loved.
“Missed a spot,” Lena caught a plate Billie was trying to add to the drying rack. “Gross little fuck,” she added, “I saw what you did with that condom. You’re a sick puppy.” Billie ignored her. My sister accepted the plate, returning it to the hot water for more scrubbing. Lena scowled at her. I tried not laugh. Billie…
Billie was oddly focused. Her face remained neutral, but strained, as if fighting a rising internal pressure. I wondered if she might pop.
“What are these?” Lena tugged the elastic of Billie’s pants, pulling her waistband away from her body and snapping her. Billie jumped.
“Uh, my fucking pants?” She grumbled. In an instant, Lena grabbed a fistful of hair.
“Don’t use that language with me, you little fucker.” Billie’s eyes flashed with anger, and she brought up a hand to Lena’s wrist. Even I stepped forward, shocked by my woman’s ferocity.
“Remember what I fucking have on you?” Lena hissed. Billie froze. “How do you think Dan will feel when he sees you drain that fucking condom down your gullet? You think mommy will still let you squat in her basement like a fucking incel parasite when she watches you swallow a mouthful of your own brother’s cum, you sick freak?”
Billie’s hand dropped back into the sink. She picked up a plate and began to scrub, ignoring Lena’s clenched fistful of hair. When she added one more plate to the drying rack, Lena reached for her pants again.
“No panties.”
snap.
“Little slut.”
snap.
“I bet she still has that underwear she stole too.”
snap.
Billie froze mid scrub. Lena grinned.
“Yeah, we know about that.”
snap.
“Jesus, she fucking stinks,” Lena released my little sister’s hair. Billie refocused on her job, scrubbing a pot intensely. Lena walked over to me.
“Hey Trev, wanna play with my tits?” she asked. I opened my mouth, but froze in confusion. “Don’t worry. If your creepy pervert of a sister so much as turns around, we’ll send that video to your mom. She won’t look.”
Lena lifted her shirt, letting her tits bounce free. My hands automatically groped her. I palmed her soft tits, squeezing until her nipples hardened against the center of my palm.
“I’m watching the troll. She won’t peek. Go ahead and have a suck.”
I bent my head down. With my eyes locked sidelong on my sister’s back, I sucked my fiance’s nipple between my lips. Lena rested a hand on my head.
“I bet you’d love to see this, wouldn’t you pervert. Don’t look, just answer. Do you want to see your brother suck on my titties?”
“...N…no.” Billie stumbled, then dropped a plate. She picked up the dish and tried to wipe it with a sponge, but she missed and had to try again twice.
“Liar,” Lena chuckled. Remember, no looking.”
Slowly, she slid down to her knees. With her tits still popped out of her shirt, Lena reached for the front of my shorts. My heart rate tripled painfully. I looked back and forth between my sister and my fiance, mind foggy with arousal and confusion.
Lena slipped me into her mouth. I hardened. Billie pressed a plate into the drying rack. Lena licked my balls. My sister rinsed a bowl. Lena deepthroated me.
“Finished.” Billie stood before an empty sink, facing the lily-covered backsplash. She didn’t turn around, as ordered. Lena gave my shaft one last long lick, then stood up and stuffed her tits back into her shirt. When I had my pants back over my junk, Lena spoke.
“You can turn around. Ready for term three?” Billie obeyed. She wore a black T-shirt with a skull on it, and grey-black flannel pajama pants to match her mood. A frown pulled down the corners of her mouth, and her eyes filled with hate as she regarded us.
“Sure.” she shrugged.
“Meet us at the washpad.”
-
“You’re crazy. You’re absolutely fucking crazy,” I carried a sponge and a bucket. Lena carried a basket with bottles of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner.
“Yeah, but you love it,” she snickered.
“But I’m fucking scared,” My hands were shaking as we walked across the barnyard. “What if she tells mom about this?” I whispered.
“Then we show your mom the USB drive. And who will she believe then?” Lena made a good point.
“I guess. I just… I can’t believe how far you’re pushing it.”
“Me either,”
We spotted Billie, standing by the washpad. She wore her shirt and flannels still, and sucked on an E-cig.
“But it’s making me fucking horny. I just hope she has a nice body under all that fucking filth.”
“What are we doing?” Billie’s lip curled when she saw us. She eyed the bucket and the soaps warily.
“I don’t know, what were you doing when you drank your brother’s cum, you little freak?” Lena wasn’t fucking around at all anymore. Billie flinched. I gaped at her.
“Take your clothes off. Time for a bath.” Lena dropped the basket of bottles, stomping her flip-flops over to the hose.
“What the fuck,” Billie laughed, “Absolutely not. You’re out of your fucking mind,” She turned to walk away. Lena wasn’t letting that happen.
“I’ll send this shit to your mom right fucking now, and tell her about the panties too. You don’t have a choice, slut.” Billie froze. She turned her head to look back at us, weighing her options. Washing the dishes, even while being abused, had been a no-brainer. This level of humiliation was much harder to weigh against being kicked out of the house. I could tell my little sister was undecided. She was ready to walk away… and I didn’t want her to walk away. With a twist of gut-wrenching fear, I agreed with my fiance.
“Take your clothes off, Billie,” I commanded. Billie’s eyes widened. Her mouth hung open. “We’ll tell her. You know we will.” I demanded.
Her mouth slowly closed. She pocketed her E-cig. My little sister walked over to the center of the concrete pad. Typically, farm equipment would be washed here, coating the surface black and brown with mud. Now, my sister’s pink little body shivered as she disrobed.
Billie peeled off her T-shirt, revealing perky little round tits and armpit hair. She tossed the shirt aside and stood still.
“Enjoying the view?” She sneered at me. I only stared. My sister’s nipples were little pink bumps on her chest, and I drank the view of her perky pale skin unashamedly. Lena had to retake control.
“Pants,” my fiance spoke simply, tightening a garden hose faucet onto the nearby hose pipe.
Billie’s naked body could best be described with only two words: Skinny and white. She was so pale the light blue veins beneath her skin stood out plainly, and so thin that her hip bones protruded angularly from her skin. But she was young and tight, with a crazy bush and unshaven legs. Her hands instinctively covered her vulva, even as I stared. She screamed when the hose blasted her with frigid water.
“Down on all fours.” Lena ordered.
“Fucking son of a BITCH!” Billie shrieked, bringing up a hand to fight of the stream of water. Lena turned it away from her, then barked the order again.
“On all fours, slut!”
Shaking, Billie lowered herself to her knees, then laid her hands flat on the concrete pad in front of her.
“I’m warning you this time, that’s me being nice. But if you keep talking back, I won’t be nice. Here it comes,” Lena aimed the hose and blasted Billie, who let out a shrill scream when the water pounded her skin.
I filled my bucket with water, then added grape-scented body wash and swirled it with the sponge. Lena focused on thoroughly soaking the skinny little woman. When Billie was totally drenched, I approached with my sponge.
“I don’t want to hear anything from you.” I dunked the sponge into the bucket, and set to scrubbing my sister’s naked body. I started on her back, then lathered her sides. I could feel her body shaking beneath me. Slowly, I worked my way around to her front, soaping her tits and belly.
“Lift your arms,” I soaped the length of each arm in turn, including her hairy pits. Then I worked towards her back. Soaking the sponge again, I dragged a line of soapy water starting from her cunt, working up over her gooch and anus, then slid the sponge back down.
My cock tented my shorts so hard I wondered if it would burst the zipper. But I had to focus, pressing the sponge between my little sister’s white, round little buttocks. Over her anus, and down to the pretty pink lips of her cunt.
Eventually, I moved on to her legs, and finally her feet.
“All yours,” I stood up and stepped back.
“Here it comes,” Lena warned her, as promised. It didn’t matter. Billie still shrieked. Once our subject was rinsed thoroughly, Lena thrust the hose into my hands. She gathered the shampoo and knelt beside my sister.
“You really are such a pretty girl, if you’d just take care of yourself.” Lena ran handfuls of shampoo into Billie’s oily hair, lathering in circles. “I’d kill to have this much volume naturally. Ugh, genetics, huh?” Lena said casually. Billie shivered, then gave me a confused look. I smiled. “Hey she’s right Billie. You are a pretty girl. You just need to take care of yourself.” Billie rolled her eyes, trying her best to look silently superior, which is insanely hard to pull off while soaking wet, naked, on your hands and knees, outdoors.
I watched the veterinarian side of Lena come out as she lathered and rinsed Billie's hair, calling her a pretty girl and telling her she was being very good in a sing-song voice. Billie simply endured.
After a final rinse, Lena declared the punishment finished.
“Trev, grab her clothes, will you? I’ve got the bucket and stuff.”
“I can get my clothes,” Billie crumbled.
“No. Trevor has them. You can have them back at the house.” Billie stood up, little titties bouncing.
“You give me clothes back, or I swear to God-...”
“Swear,” Lena flashed the most exaggerated fake smile ever. Billie’s edge was dulling faster every time she tried to push back. When Lena dismissed her, she was dismissed.
“Wait a few minutes until you’re dry dear. Then you can come inside.” Lena waved her hand dismissively at Billie, who looked…
Not even angry anymore. She passed a hand over her left breast, rubbing her nipple. She bit her lip, and her cheeks flushed red.
“Okay,” she agreed.
Was she… enjoying this?
-
“Can I have my clothes back?” Billie stood in the living room, one arm holding the other across her body. She was dry and clean. Her dark hair appeared soft, tumbling over her shoulders and teasing at the middle of her tits. She really was sexy, and I craved to put my mouth on those tits, run my hands over that flat belly, and shove my cock up her furry little pussy.
Lena dropped onto the couch beside me, then melodramatically appraised my naked sister. After a moment of dragging her eyes up and down Billie’s frame, she responded:
“No, I think not. You have one more term to agree to,” she flashed the thumb drive, “then this is all yours. Ready?”
Billie hesitated. My little sister looked at me, then back to Lena and the thumb drive. Finally, she nodded.
“Good,” Lena smiled, “For your last term, you can choose. Either suck your brother’s cock until he cums…”
I gasped. Billie’s eyes flew open and she took a step back.
“Or… say my name.”
The room was dead silent. Billie’s jaw worked without a word.
“Uh… it’s…” She squinted her eyes shut. “...Kim?”
Lena smiled coldly. She shook her head.
“No. Racist, and no.”
I didn’t move. I was waiting for Lena to make the next move. I was shocked when Billie, naked, quivering, and uncertain, took a step towards me. She didn’t make eye contact, instead she moved right up to me and dropped to her knees. Her hands snaked slowly up the legs of my shorts to the waist band, and I lifted my hips to help her drag them down my legs. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was like I was watching this happen on a movie screen. My little sister pulled my underwear down.
My cock stood up in front of her face. Billie was breathing fast, her jaw clenched and eyes fixed on me. Lena leaned in close. She was fascinated, infatuated with the act of incest occurring right in front of her.
Billie licked her lips, hands resting on the outsides of my thighs. She swallowed, then opened her mouth halfway.
“You’ll need to open wider if you want to put your brother’s penis in your mouth,” Lena whispered. I glanced at my fiance. She was utterly enraptured, eyes fixed on Billie. My cock was so hard it actually ached.
My sister’s mouth opened wider. With her eyes on me, she slowly leaned forward…
…and snatched the thumb drive from Lena’s loose and very distracted hand. She jumped up, rolling away from us and standing on the far side of the room. She held the thumb drive in her hand while we watched, shocked. With the tiny piece of equipment clutched in the thumb and forefinger of each hand, Billie held it in front of her heaving chest, ready to snap it in half.
Her eyes locked with mine, then flicked to Lena. Billie clenched her teeth. She stared at the thumb drive, ready to twist.
Her shoulders sagged.
“You dropped this,” Billie fell to her knees in front of me, extending the drive to Lena.
“Thank you,” Lena smiled at me, her chin raised smugly. Billie laid her hands on my thighs, looking up at me.
“The final term,” she whispered.
“Suck your brother’s cock,” I ordered.
My little sister opened her mouth wide, closed her eyes, and took my cock into her warm, wet mouth.
I spread my legs wide, letting my cock hang in the air in front of me. With my hands on my knees, I let my little sister blow me, her head working up and down on my shaft. Lena worked her shirt off next to me, pulling on her sensitive nipples. I turned my head to my fiance and we kissed, tongues flying, while Billie bobbed on my cock.
“Get those tits out and let her suck on them,” I ordered. Lena did, leaning over my thigh and pushing her chest out towards Billie.
I controlled my sister’s head with a handful of hair, pulling her away from my cock and directing her mouth toward my fiance’s fat tits. Billie latched on to Lena’s right nipple, sucking areola and breast deep into her mouth. When she released, saliva coated Lena’s titties. Billie switched tits, then finally I pulled her back to me.
“Open,” I ordered. Billie opened her mouth, and I spat squarely into the back of her throat. I torqued her hair towards Lena, and she gathered a dollop of spit, letting it fall on Billie’s tongue with a wet splat.
“Swallow.” I demanded. Billie closed her mouth, swallowing everything. I laughed at my disgusting little sister.
“There’s no pretense anymore, got it? You’re just our fuck toy now.”
“Yes!” Billie nodded.
“That’s your big brother,” Lena’s voice was husky, she fingered herself while she talked, hand in her pants. “You better remind him who he is when you address him.”
“Yes big brother,” Billie squeaked.
“Suck,” I ordered.
“Yes big brother.”
I sat back on the couch, legs wide, letting Billie work. She slobbered up and down my cock, taking as much in her throat as she could. Lena shimmied next to me, threw off her panties, and spread her legs.
“Me too, slut.” She demanded. Billie moved over, and Lena jerked me off while my sister went down on my fiance. My sister lapped at Lena’s cunt, dragging her tongue up and down the length.
“Back up, whore,” I pushed Billie’s head back, and she fell away from Lena. “Let me fuck that pussy baby,” I turned to Lena.
“I want to watch you fuck your sister.” She protested.
“I will, love, but I want her to suck your pussy juice off my cock first.”
Lena liked that idea. She turned sideways on the couch and lay on her back, legs spread. I penetrated my fiance while my sister knelt next to us, less than a foot away.
“You guys don’t use condoms,” Billie observed. I ignored her, fucking Lena for several deep strokes. When I pulled out, my cock was slick and white with gruel.
“Come here,” I stood up from the couch, grabbing my sister’s head and jamming my cock down her throat. She gagged, but I didn’t let her go.
“Suck it clean and swallow it, you stupid little bitch,” I channeled years of sibling angst into Billie’s mouth, thrusting so hard I bumped against the back of her throat over and over. Finally, she did gag enough that I had to stop. Once she recovered, I spit on her face again, then dragged her to the couch. I sat down, and Billie begged.
“Please fuck my cunt, big brother,” she squeaked.
“Climb on me,” I commanded. Billie scrambled up onto the couch, straddling me. My erection bumped against her butt cheeks until Lena grabbed the base of my shaft, aiming me into my sister.
“Sit,” my fiance ordered. My little sister lowered her pussy onto my cock. I wrapped my arms around her body and crushed her against mine. Billie moaned with pleasure. Our mouths crashed together, brother and sister, and we made out while I fucked her.
I didn’t allow Billie to do anything. Even though she was riding me, I lifted her skinny little body, enjoying the bounce of her tits as I lifted and dropped her on my cock, slamming into her. Lena came up next to me, pressing her big, gorgeous nipples into my face.
“Do you like fucking your little sister?” My fiance asked.
“Mmmmph,” I moaned, my mouth full of Lena’s nipple.
I could feel my orgasm building. Billie was squealing and shrieking, convulsing with pleasure on my dick, and her tight little body gripped my cock. I railed into her over and over until I came, bursting loads of seed straight into my little sister With a few more thrusts and a few more pumps, I felt cum pouring from her pussy and running down my balls. Lena was quick to jump in for cleanup.
Lena licked my balls, drinking the frothy mixture of cum and pussy juice that flowed down my shaft. I lifted Billie off of me slowly, letting more and more leak out, until finally Lena placed her lips directly against Billie's little hairy cunt, drinking my semen straight from her pussy.
I lifted Billie one last time and dropped her on the couch. Then I turned over on top of her, pinning her beneath my body. She tried to say something, but I shoved my tongue into her mouth, both of our eyes fully open. Lena pushed her way in besides me, both of us crushing Billie into the couch. We tongued her mouth for as long as we wanted.
-
“Okay. I think I’m ready.” Lena reached behind herself and pulled out the butt plug, tossing it aside. She approached our toy, then turned and presented her asshole. Our toy leaned forward, pressing her face between Lena’s butt cheeks.
“She’s lubing me up,” Lena confirmed. The toy’s hand stroked me, ensuring my cock was fully covered with lube.
Lena presented her ass. Our toy moved out of the way, and I prepared to mount my fiance.
“Here we go, last item on the list,” I smiled. Lena smiled back over her shoulder.
“Well done, pet,” she moaned.
“Yeah, just finish up. I promised the guys I’d be on for ranked in like ten minutes,” our toy rubbed her cunt, frustrated but horny.