The Sibling Bond

TEN Linda had slept soundly for a long time after Joe left her that morning. She woke up around eleven, feeling somewhat refreshed but still stiff and sore from the night of bondage and beating. She felt glowingly fulfilled nonetheless, and each ache carried its memory of pleasure. For a few minutes she lay in bed, too lazily relaxed to want to get up and dress. But she was hungry too, and finally she decided to go downstairs and find something to eat. It was nice to have the house all to herself, especially someone else's house; and there was the delicious guilt of not being where she was supposed to be, in school. She smiled to herself as she got out of bed, moving a bit stiffly. She still did not feel like putting her clothes on, so she found an old terry-cloth robe of Joe's and slipped into it. Then she went downstairs. When she had nearly reached the bottom of the staircase she looked across the hall through the door to the living room, and stopped short with a startled gasp. There was a woman sitting in the living room. She was a slim, petite but shapely woman in her early twenties. She had a round, rather pretty face, framed by her short brown hair. She wore a neat rust-colored dress. She was sitting in an easy chair, smiling calmly at the girl on the stairs. "Come on in, honey," the woman said cheerfully. "I've been waiting for you to get up." Nervously, not knowing who the woman was or what she was doing there, Linda descended the rest of the staircase and entered the living room. The woman watched her closely. "Well, now, you are a good-looking young thing, aren't you?" she observed. "Who--who are you?" Linda stammered. "Oh, I'm Audrey. Little Joey's big sister, you know? Ah, but Joey's not so little any more, obviously." "But...I thought..." "I know, you thought I was far away in the big city. Well, I do come home from time to time--I just don't always announce it. So I got into town last night and hied myself to the ol' homestead for a bit of rest--and my goodness, the things that were going on!" Linda felt herself flushing. "You mean...you..." "Oh yes, honey. I heard. Hell, I listened. I mean, I couldn't possibly sleep with all that racket going on. Anyway, it was damn interesting. I had no idea my little brother was into that kind of stuff." She shook her head. "Whooeee!" Linda felt weak. She did not know what to say. She gulped. "I--we just--I mean--" "Oh, listen, don't sweat it, hon," Audrey said. "Everybody to his own thing, I say, what the hell. But godDAMN! And you're such a pretty kid, too. You really dig the s&m bit, huh?" Linda was silent. She felt self-conscious and awkward standing there in Joe's robe, and embarrassed by the fact that Joe's sister had been a secret audience for what had gone on during the long night. Had she peeked through the keyhole or something, and seen as well as heard? Ordinarily the idea might have excited her, but right then she wanted only to get out of there. She decided she would just go upstairs, get her clothes on and leave. But before she could move, the woman spoke again. "Well, sure you do," she said, answering her own question. "That was obvious. God, I never heard such yelling. What the hell was he hitting you with, anyway?" So she hadn't seen. Linda hesitated, then took a deep breath to get a grip on herself. She looked the woman in the eye. "His belt," she said. "His belt, huh? I thought it must be a cat-o'nine-tails or something. Still, I guess a belt must hurt quite enough. Must leave real marks, too. Does it?" "Yes," Linda said. "Let's see them," Audrey said. Oh-oh, Linda thought. What had she gotten into? She didn't feel like finding out just then. "Excuse me," she said politely. "I'm going to get dressed now." "But I want to see your marks," Audrey said. "Look, I have to leave, okay? Nice meeting you and all that--" "Honey," the woman said. "What's your name?" "Linda." "Linda, would you like me to let your dear ol' mommy and daddy know what I heard last night? Not to mention Joey's mommy and daddy, who of course happen to be mine also. Would you?" "No," Linda said. "Then be a good little girl and let me see your marks." Linda stood still for a moment. Then, with a sigh of resignation, she turned around so that her back was toward Audrey. She undid the sash of the robe and slipped it off her shoulders, lowering it to her waist and holding it there. Audrey gave a long, low whistle. "Jesus!" she muttered. "You do love to take punishment. Too bad I'm not into that stuff. But I'm strictly straight--well, more or less. Are there more? Lower down?" "Yes," Linda said. "Show me." Linda dropped the robe. "Shit, that's even worse!" Audrey said. "My little brother ought to get a dose of that himself sometime. See how it feels. But you sure have a pretty ass, honey. Turn around now and let me see what else you've got." Linda turned. "Oh, yeah." Audrey's eyes glittered. "You are some little girl, all right. You know, I'm not really a Les--I get off on men better than anything. But I know when I see something I like. Come on over here, hon." Slowly Linda crossed the room. She was not really in the mood for this, but if a little sexual activity would keep Audrey from making trouble for her and Joe... As the blonde girl walked toward her, Audrey hitched herself up slightly in the chair and pulled the skirt of her dress up over her rump. Her legs, like the rest of her, were slim but nicely curved. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed them down and off. Then she scrunched down in the chair, thrusting her crotch forward, and pulled her legs up so that her heels rested on the seat of the chair, her knees spread wide. "Do me a little favor, honey," she said to the naked girl who now stood before her. "I'm sure you know how to do it." Linda knelt in front of the chair. Her head moved between the outspread thighs. Her tongue came out and went directly to Audrey's clitoris. The woman in the chair gasped. Linda's tongue moved skillfully. "Oh, yes, you do," Audrey moaned. "You do know how...Ohh, that's fine...just marvellous...keep it up, dear...." Linda kept it up. Before long, Audrey was squirming in the chair and panting like a racehorse. her hands came down to clutch at the girl's hair, holding her head in place. Linda's tongue found every niche and crevice of her cunt, delved deep into its recesses, explored its top, bottom, and sides, and always came back to the little quivering button which was the source of so much erotic delight. Audrey's hips arched from the chair, mashing her cunt in the girl's face. Her body twisted uncontrollably. She screamed and came. Her body flopped back in the chair. She gasped for breath. She released Linda's hair, but when the girl started to get up, she stopped her. "Not yet, honey. That was so great. Do me some more." "Wouldn't you like to do me?" Linda said boldly. Audrey shook her head. "No way, honey. I told you, I'm not really that way. I just like to take it sometimes. Hey, but don't worry--I think I can fix something up for you." What did she mean by that, Linda wondered. But Audrey was pushing her head back between her thighs. Obediently, her tongue went to work again. "Terrific," Audrey breathed. "You're the best, baby. Don't stop now, okay? I just have to make a phone call." She heard the woman pick up the telephone that stood on a little stand beside the chair, and punch in a number. She went on with what she was doing. "Hello," Audrey said. "Hello, Darryl? Hi, sweetie. It's me.... Oh, pretty good, and you?... Yeah, got in last night. Hey, listen, baby, you're not gonna believe this. Guess what I'm doing right now...." She laughed. "Well, that's close. I'm getting my cunt sucked....Yeah, no shit....But by a girl--and, listen, a doll you would die over....Yes....She's just your type, too. About seventeen....Long blonde hair, blue eyes....No, I'm serious....And a figure that's just fabulous!...Never mind, it's a long story....Sure, that's why I called you. It's a birthday present....So what? Celebrate it now....Yeah, come on over, you know where it is. See you later." She hung up abruptly, because Linda had pulled away from her, beginning to protest. "Hey, wait a minute--" "Take it easy, honey, it's okay," Audrey said. "This guy's a great friend of mine, you'll dig him. He's really cool. We'll have a ball, the three of us. Doesn't that sound good?" "But I don't--" "Sure you do. I know you're a little sexpot. I heard you last night, remember? And you want me to keep it mum, remember?" "It's blackmail," Linda muttered, but she had to admit to herself that the situation was beginning to get to her. Sucking Audrey's cunt had aroused her, and she no longer felt as indifferent to the idea of fun and games as she had earlier. Twenty minutes later Audrey had come twice more, and Linda was still sucking, when the doorbell rang. "That's Darryl," Audrey panted. "Go let him in, honey. No, don't bother with that," she said as the girl reached for the discarded robe. "Go as you are. It'll be a nice surprise for him." Linda felt a sneaky, squirmy snake of excitement crawling inside her at this humiliating demand. As she walked naked to the door her heart was beating rapidly, with anticipation as much as embarrassment. She opened the door. The man who entered was about thirty, of medium height, with fashionably styled brown hair, and very handsome. He stopped short just inside the door, his dark eyes shining as he gazed at the naked girl who had just let him in. "Well, well, WELL," he said softly. "What have we here? You ARE a beauty. And so young!" He raised his voice. "Audrey? Where the hell are you?" "In here, babe. Bring him in, Linda." Linda preceded him into the living room. She knew he must be noticing the belt marks on her back and buttocks, but he said nothing. "Audrey!" The woman rose to meet him and they embraced, then kissed passionately. Audrey held him tightly, arching her body against him and squirming in his arms. "Hey!" he said finally, pulling himself away. "Take it easy, woman. How am I supposed to concentrate on this gorgeous little girl if you get me all riled up for your sweet little body?" "You're going to have to concentrate on both of us, lover. I'm giving you this little crumpet for a side dish, but I want my share too. And I know you can do it." She turned to Linda. "This man has not only got the biggest cock in the state, he's also got the most fantastic control of anybody I ever saw. He can just go on forever, if he wants to. So here we are, baby. Do your thing." "I can but try," Darryl said. "But I haven't heard a word from Blondie over there. With the lovely face and the gorgeous tits and the pretty red stripes all over the back of her. What's the story here, anyway?" "Tell him, Linda," Audrey said. So she told him. "Well, I'll be damned," he said softly when she finished. "A real, full-fledged masochist. How lovely." "I thought you'd like it," Audrey said. "I love it. I just love it. And there she is, all naked and trembling, ready to sacrifice her body to me if you don't give away her secret." "Bullshit," Audrey said. "She's practically coming already just from the idea of being forced into this. She's probably more excited than you are." Darryl smiled. "Good," he said. And he began to take off his clothes. When she saw his erect cock, Linda gasped out loud. It was by far the largest she had ever seen, even larger than Chuck's huge member. It appeared to be as thick as her fist, and its length seemed to go on forever as it jutted massively into the air. She felt weak in the knees, and the snake in her belly squirmed again. She wanted to fall down and worship it, wanted to crawl to it and pay it homage. She wanted it deep inside her, all the way, filling her, stretching her, tearing her apart.... "I told you, honey," she heard Audrey say. Darryl turned to the brown-haired woman. "You're overdressed, lady." Audrey skinned quickly out of her dress. Her body was compact and curvy, with a springy suppleness that gave her figure a sensuousness that was not apparent when she was dressed. Her braless breasts were small, but perfectly rounded and extremely firm, like two overgrown apples. "Sexy as ever,"Darryl said. "Yeah, but your dick is really yearning for the young stuff. So go ahead, baby--I'll just watch for awhile." "How is she at cunt-licking?" "The greatest! I came three times." "Then presumably she should be at least as adept with the opposite sex." "If she can get her mouth around that telephone pole of yours!" Darryl pointed his incredible phallus at Linda. "You like this, Linda?" The girl gulped. Her heard was pounding. She nodded weakly. "Then bring your sweet little mouth over here and see if you can eat it," Darryl said. Linda began to walk toward him, but the weakness in her knees had spread to her whole body, and her legs were shaking. She did what she had wanted to do anyway--she fell to her knees and crawled. "Lovely," the man murmured. She crawled on all fours across the room, keeping her eyes on his fantastic prick, breathing harder as she came close to it. She had to have it--down her throat, up her cunt, in her ass; she didn't know if she could take it in any of those places, but she had to try if it killed her. When she reached him she flung her arms around his legs, moaning as she nuzzled the gigantic thing against her face. She kissed it, slid her mouth along its length, licked it with her tongue. She kissed and licked his balls. She wanted it inside her, but she couldn't, it was too big.... "Swallow it," Darryl said. "I--I can't...It's--" He suddenly pulled away from her. She sprawled on the floor. He crouched down beside her. "Linda," he said intently. "Listen to me. You like to be hurt, don't you?" She nodded helplessly. "If I hurt you, will it make it easier for you to suck my cock?" "Yes," she breathed. "Yes." "I want to hurt you, Linda. You have beautiful breasts. I'd like to hurt them. I'd like to mark them the way your back is marked. Would you like that?" She closed her eyes. Her head was swimming with unbearable excitement. "Ohh yesss..." she moaned breathlessly. Darryl turned to Audrey. "Find me something to use. A belt is too inaccurate. Something solid, but not bulky. Not too long. A ruler. Yes. Your brother should have one someplace." Audrey went. Darryl ran his hands down Linda's back, feeling the welts Joe had made. The pain made her gasp. She wanted more. Audrey returned, holding a ruler, a thin, narrow piece of wood a foot long. Darryl took it. He swished it through the air experimentally. It made a wicked whistling sound. "Good," he said. Then: "Lie down on your back, Linda." She did so, feeling the rough carpet against the welts. She squirmed her back to make it hurt more. "Put your arms over your head," Darryl said. She raised her arms, stretching them flat on the floor above her head. It pulled her breasts higher, flattening them just a little and presenting their entire surfaces to his mercy. "Are you ready, Linda?" She nodded, panting, her eyes closed. She heard the whistling sound, and then a sharp crack as the ruler came down on her left breast, just below the nipple. And then she was flooded with the most exquisite pain she had ever felt. It was sheer agony and total bliss. She heard the sound of a scream dying away, and realized it had come from her mouth. "More...." she moaned, fearful that he would stop. He brought the ruler down on the same place on her right breast. This time she heard herself scream, was aware of screaming, and of her body twisting with the beautiful pain. She wanted this forever. Even Chuck had never done this for her. "She's too loud," she heard Darryl say. "We'll have to stop. Someone might--" "No!" she gasped. "Gag me. Please!" "You're wonderful, Linda," Darryl said. "Audrey, get me something." Audrey found a small towel. Darryl stuffed it into her mouth. Her moans were muffled. She strained to get enough breath through her nostrils. The ruler came down on the left breast. This time above the nipple. Her scream was like a stifled siren through the towel. Crack! The right breast. As her body heaved and rolled, irresistible instinct made her bring her hands down to clutch at the tormented globes. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her throat was raw with screaming. "Do you want me to stop, Linda?" Struggling for breath, she forced her eyes open, to look at him. She shook her head. "Take your hands away," he said. She put her arms back over her head. The trembling, exposed breasts waited. Like iron spikes about to be hammered down, the hard nipples thrust up from their centers. The ruler found one. And then the other. Linda came. As she went into orgasm, Darryl pulled the towel from her mouth for fear that she might choke herself. But before she had fully come out of it, he had decided she was ready for choking with something else. He lay down on his back and pulled the spasming, sobbing girl over him, pushing her head down to his crotch. "Now," he gritted. "Now, Linda. Now take it!" Linda was more frantic than ever for the feel of his incredible cock inside her. Willingly, eagerly, she opened her mouth to get it there. But the size of it! She stretched her mouth as wide as she could, straining her jaws to get just the head of it inside. Still gasping and crying, her breasts aching gloriously, she wriggled her head, trying to work her mouth down over the ridge of flesh that obstructed it. Finally she managed, and then by very slow degrees was able to get another couple of inches into her struggling mouth. But he wanted her to swallow it! And she wanted to! She had always been such a good cocksucker, able to take even Chuck's outsized tool down her throat. But this was impossible! She tried. She pushed downward, opening her throat as much as she could as the stiff head probed at the back of her widestretched mouth. Her lips strained even wider to accomodate the thickening shaft. She started to choke. She pushed on. Panting through her nostrils, moaning and whimpering and shanking, she ignored the gagging battle her throat was putting up and forced her mouth further down. The thing battered at her resisting esophagus. And then she swallowed it. Her throat was still fighting it; it seemed to be splitting her open as it went in; but it was going in! She had done it. But there was more to come. A lot more. And she wanted it all. Adjusting herself to better align creaking jaws and aching throat, she forced herself down, down over the mammoth pole as the flesh scraped against her teeth and she felt herself stretched impossibly inside, from pharynx to thorax. She would never be able to eat or speak or breathe properly again. And then she was there. She had taken it all. She felt his pubic hair against her face, and dimly she heard him groaning, heard Audrey mouthing exclamations of amazement. She had him. Now she began to suck him. It was difficult at first, carefully moving her head back, and then jamming that thing into her throat again. But it got easier, and she was happy. Happier because it hurt so much. It seemed like hours that she sucked him. She recalled what Audrey had said about his control. She was right. Linda worked harder. She wanted him to come down her ruined throat in torrents, fill her belly with his semen. But he didn't come. She nearly cried when he pulled her away from him. But she only had time to gulp a few desperate breaths of air down her suddenly emptied throat before he had pushed her onto her back and was on top of her, spreading her legs with his. "Oh yes!" she cried wildly, thrusting her tender back against the carpet. "Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me!!" She felt the huge battering ram at the entrance to her vagina. She spread her thighs as wide as she could, hoping she could take him with less trouble this way than in her mouth. But she wasn't any too sure. But he was. He pushed in steadily and hard while she yelled with the splitting joy of it, pulling back a little when he reached an impasse, then pressing inexorably on. He was obviously very practiced at working his frightening prod into the tightness of cunts. She had never been stretched so far or filled so deeply. And when she thought he must be completely inside her, there was more. Always more. Her head rolled. Her legs flailed the air on either side of his advancing hips. Wild cries came from her distorted mouth. She was on the verge of climax again before he had really started. Finally he was there, piercing her and displacing her insides up to her navel. She clutched at him, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him down against her bruised breasts, howling like a dying animal as she came. And then he began to fuck her. She couldn't believe it. He was a machine. He went on and on, and there was no stopping him. No matter how she tried, or what she did, she couldn't make him come. She came. Over and over again. Until she was a mindless, jerking, gibbering, yelling, sweating mass of sensation, in virtually continuous orgasm. Until finally she gasped out words she had never thought to hear herself say. "No more...please...I can't...." Then he stopped. But he still hadn't come. He pulled away from her, leaving her twitching and exhausted on the floor, floating through previously unsuspected realms of ecstasy. Through a haze she saw him turn his undiminished, glistening pole toward the wide-eyed Audrey, who with an abandoned cry of need fell to the carpet before him. She would never know how so petite a woman could possibly manage to accomodate that elephant-like cock. But the man was inside her in seconds, and pumping away as if he were just starting out. Audrey thrust back at him, her supple, steel-spring body twisting and bucking, a small whirlwind of activity beneath his powerful form. Linda watched as he gradually reduced the thrashing, clawing, squalling woman to the same state to which he had brought her. But Audrey did not plead for respite. Even after she had climaxed with awesome violence so many times that she was nearly beyond feeling, beyond response, unable to make her body function any longer, she lay splayed on the carpet, unmoving, moaning softly, while he continued to fuck her with slow, relentless strokes. Worn out and depleted as she was, Linda's aching loins tingled at the spectacle of this man's tireless strength. She had to be close to him, just to touch him, to make contact with his power. Stiffly she dragged herself toward the unseeing couple, reveling in the pain and soreness throughout her body. When she reached him, she ran her hands eagerly over his rhythmically moving form, caressing the wonderful hardness, feeling the smoothly flexing muscles beneath the flesh. She kissed his body--his shoulders, his back, his legs. Lovingly she ran her mouth and tongue over his pumping buttocks. And then she spread his ass cheeks and laid her face between them, inhaling the funky aromas, uncaring that his rising and falling rear was buffeting her steadily in the face. She found the ring of his anus with her tongue and licked it, then made her tongue stiff and pushed it as hard as she could into the tiny opening. Darryl gave a hoarse roar of delight, and she believed that at last he was about to come inside the panting receptacle of Audrey's body. But instead he pulled out of her, rolling over onto his back, with his thrusting weapon quivering in the air, looking larger than ever, the veins standing out against the taut skin of it as though they were about to burst through. Linda fell upon it, kissing and licking it, stroking it passionately, willing it to release its power. With a whimper of anticipation, Audrey scrambled to join her. There was enough for both of them. Two mouths sucked and nibbled at the straining pole, two pairs of hands caressed him, two bodies pressed themselves against his hardness as they worked frantically to achieve the final benison of his long-whithheld climax. And finally they succeeded. His hips arched from the floor, his colossal cock trembled like a windswept tree, and he gave a savage shout as the thick semen exploded from him in great powerful spurts, shooting high into the air, and then falling in a thick, sticky shower over their eagerly upturned faces.