Feature Writer: Punky Girl AKA Shannon

Feature Title: SUBURBAN GIRL 8

Published: 17.11.2008

Story Codes: Fetish, Young, Snuff, Zoo, Domination, Sin

Links to other stories by Punky Girl: https://www.asstr.org/~Forbidden_Fantasies/stuff/mystories.htm

Synopsis: In the suburbs of Cleveland, Ohio a young girl discovers that masturbation is a sin. But when she breaks a promise to God to stop her immoral actions she begins to see the Bible’s list of sexual restrictions as her most basic and carnal desires. Because for this 13-year-old suburban girl, sin and her wanton sexual needs go hand in hand as she struggles to endure a body built for sex, abuse, and constant orgasm. Inspired by the classic UseNet story “Farm Girl” by Dark Dreamer.

 

Suburban Girl 8

The day after the gang initiation I stayed home from school. Physically I was just too sore to consider going so I told my dad that I was sick. I was so emotionally drained by the previous day’s events that when I asked I sounded as meek and miserable as I felt. My dad called me in without any objection.

On Friday I felt better. Physically, the wounds I sustained during the court-in on Wednesday had been mostly superficial and were already healed. The soreness from fucking all those gang members was also mostly gone and I could actually walk and sit without wincing. On the outside I knew I looked like my normal pretty, timid self and that made me feel better inside. What made me feel even better than that was a plan I’d come up with on Thursday while laying in my bed and feeling miserable.

The plan was simple: I was going to just pretend nothing depraved or perverted or sexual had ever happened to me. None of it. Nothing about the gang, nothing about Amy, and especially nothing about my time as a sex slave to Daniel. All of those recent experiences, while sexually exhilarating, were wicked and wrong and made me feel terribly dirty inside. The answer was to just pretend that none of them had occurred, that I had never stopped being the innocent girl I had once been. From now on, I promised myself, I would stay away from dirty movies and magazines. I wouldn’t flirt with strangers and I wouldn’t fantasize about doing anything with them. If for some reason I got too horny to restrain myself I would just masturbate in the shower. That was all I would do. I wouldn’t even masturbate in bed anymore. I would return to being shy about my vagina, rubbing it only in the privacy of the bathroom and biting my lip to hide my cries and moans. It would be my only form of sexual pleasure until my wedding night someday. Until then I would be a good Catholic girl again– I’d dress appropriately at all times, say my prayers, read my bible, and study hard in my classes. Most of all I would think pure thoughts and forget all about the past couple of months and all my depraved and dirty experiences.

This strategy of denial helped me get to sleep Thursday night and made me feel great the next day at school. I studied hard in class and even chatted with Melissa a little bit between the classes we shared. It felt good to return to my old ways of behaving– I was even wearing panties for the first time in weeks– and I decided that after doing my homework when I got home I would get rid of the Book of Sins and any other evidence of my former, wicked ways. I would burn them, I decided, the book and everything else. It would be like purging my soul of all its wicked sins.

First, though, I had to do a load of laundry. When I got home I raced to do just that, bringing down my hamper from my bedroom to the basement. As the washing machine filled with soapy water I dropped in my light colored clothing, one piece at a time, examining each to make sure it would fit with my newly restored life of innocence. Some of the tops would have to be thrown out, articles of clothing that Daniel had either really liked or had personally purchased for me. Others simply brought back bad memories. I decided I would wash them first then donate them to the Salvation Army.

Everything was going great until I came across a pair of panties. I almost dropped them into the machine without thinking but before they slipped out of my hand I froze. I brought the garment closer to my eyes to inspect them as a feeling of dread ensnared my heart. I held the underwear out and looked closely at the light gray silk material with the little bow in the middle of the back waistband. Something was wrong. After a pause I knew what it was, too.

They shouldn’t have been there. I hadn’t been wearing underwear, in accordance with Daniel’s orders, for weeks. So why was it in my hamper? It didn’t make any sense. I turned the underwear around and examined the front and that’s where I saw the stain, a light milky color right where the fabric would cover my pussy. It was a stain I was familiar with, after weeks of being Daniel’s sex slave, a stain I’d had to scrub out of many an outfit after Daniel fucked me as he sometimes had while I was still wearing my school uniform. It was a semen stain, it was obvious, and I gasped out loud at the realization.

My mind clouded over as the implications of this hit me. The underwear slipped out of my fingers, which had gone limp, and fell into the churning washing machine below. I stared in confusion as the sudsy water swallowed my panties up and finally hid them from my view. I went onto tip-toes, unconsciously trying to catch a glimpse of my underwear again, but it was impossible. I felt numb all over as I returned to my hamper. My hands shook as I picked through the remainder of my soiled clothes, dropping the light colored garments into the machine again as I had before, terrified that I would stumble across another pair of panties. I didn’t.

I closed the machine and walked back upstairs on numb legs. I didn’t stop walking until I was up the next flight of stairs and safely in my bedroom. I forgot all about my homework as I fell onto my bed and thought about the gray silk panties with the semen stain being cleaned out of them in the basement. How had they gotten into my hamper? How had the stain gotten on them? What the heck was going on?

I fought against the truth for a long while. I tried to convince myself that maybe, maybe Daniel had told me to wear panties one day. Or perhaps I had brought them with me to his place and he’d used them to clean off his prick after fucking me. Maybe I’d just forgotten about it. After all the last few weeks had been crazy. The part of me that wanted to lead a new life of innocence and purity wanted to believe there was a good explanation for the panties and the stain.

It was no use. Deep down I knew that had I worn any panties since Daniel had ordered me not to, I would have remembered. I sure as heck remembered the one time I had defied him and pulled on a pair before my dad spanked me a couple of weeks earlier. Except for the “special” pair he’d made me wear to church as punishment, that had been the last time I’d worn any. I also remembered washing them that week during my normal load of laundry. All of my underwear, then, should be clean and folded in the top drawer of my dresser.

But they weren’t. There was one pair, in the basement, tumbling around inside the washing machine. They had a semen stain on them, too. That could mean only one thing: someone had stolen the panties from my drawer, gotten semen on them, then hid them in my hamper thinking that I’d never notice. I wouldn’t have, either, except for the fact I hadn’t been wearing underwear the last few weeks. Whoever had done it hadn’t known that. Also, whoever had done it had access to my bedroom.

A chill ran down the back of my spine as I squeezed my thighs together. The feeling of the panties I was currently wearing suddenly felt suffocating. I pulled up my pleated skirt and without a thought pushed my underwear down my slender legs and kicked them off my bed. I left my skirt pulled up around my waist and squeezed my legs together again, feeling better now that there was no underwear there. My mind raced with images of one of my brothers, or even my dad, sneaking into my bedroom and stealing the gray panties. I imagined them, each member of my family in turn, holding the silk fabric to their nostrils and inhaling the faint scent of my pussy. In my head I pictured them wrapping the small piece of underwear around their cocks, jerking themselves with it, groaning as they came. I wondered if they’d been thinking of me while they did and knew that they must have. I felt a shameful, perverse pleasure at the idea and realized I was wet between my thighs.

Forgetting everything about my plan to be nothing but innocent, pure and chaste, I reached down and began to rub myself. The touch of my finger made my whole body shudder and with my free hand I began to squeeze one of my small breasts through my shirt. I slipped my finger between my slender labia and found my clit and pressed there and groaned. All thoughts of innocence, of even wanting to be innocent, disappeared as I pictured my brothers, my own flesh and blood, jerking off with my panties. It was so wrong and twisted that it stirred all the carnal and depraved wantings in my soul. It didn’t take long for me to cum and when I did I screeched out with perverse delight.

Time went by slowly following the orgasm. I laid in my bed, my legs naked save for my white socks. My thighs were still splayed wide with my hand between them for what seemed like hours before I pushed them together again and pressed back down my skirt. I licked my lips with my eyes closed as the lingering images of my brothers and father faded away. Shame and desire and satisfaction wrapped around me like a blanket. A thick, comforting blanket I had missed for less than a day but miss it I had.

Never had a self-induced orgasm felt so important. I didn’t want to suppress my feelings anymore. Something had clicked inside me and it felt good. Even the perversity of one of my own family members masturbating with my most private clothing felt good. Maybe it was just the feeling of finally accepting what I was, but it was real. My feelings were real and I just had to embrace them. I enjoyed sex too much to just stop having it, to wait for a wedding night someday. I enjoyed masturbating too much to do it only while thinking “safe thoughts” while cuddled up in the corner of the shower. No, I had to be what I was.

But what if, I wondered, my yearnings and perverse desires got me into trouble again someday? Well, I would just have to get my pleasure in the safest, least harmful way possible. I sat up in bed and sighed. Tears had been trickling down my face, I was surprised to find. I wiped them away with my dry hand and made up my mind about what I was going to do.

After dialing Lee’s number on my cell phone I began to have second thoughts. What kept me from hanging up before he answered was the realization that I needed him. It wasn’t just for the sex I so desperately needed. It was more than that. I needed him to keep me safe from my own perverse, carnal desires. I had just masturbated while thinking about my brothers. What had been a fake confession to Father DeGrazia almost a week ago was now reality. There was no way I’d ever be able to be pure or innocent, not with a mind like mine. If I didn’t find someone to fuck, someone safe, eventually I’d go back to doing crazy and fucked up things. It was how I was wired. There would be another Daniel, or something similar, if there wasn’t a strong and safe hand in my life to both pleasure me and guide me. I needed Lee to be that hand.

“Lee here.”

I spoke quietly with him on the phone, my voice breathless and lustful and childlike all at the same time. He seemed to understand what I was calling about without me ever having to come out and say it. He kept saying, “Uh huh,” to things even I didn’t understand. I went on and on, talking sort of erratically, and leaving out specific details or requests. But by the time I was done blathering he seemed to get it.

“Girl, like I said the other night, you more than welcome at my crib anytime.”

I could hear him smiling through the phone and I felt wonderful. Unfortunately, before I could say anything else he told me that he was out of town on business and couldn’t see me that night. It was like being told my best friend had died, for a moment, but then he said, “How ’bout tomorrow, girl? I can pick ya up around noon, have you home for bedtime. How’s that?”

My heart, which had been breaking, now swelled with joy. I said, “Yes, that’s … great. Thank you … thank you so much!”

He chuckled. “We’ll have a good time, hang out and smoke some and who knows what else.”

“That’s perfect,” I whispered with a stupid grin on my face. I agreed to call him back the next day to arrange being picked up before ending the call. When it was over I fell back into my bed again with a sigh as I imagined Lee’s huge penis. He would be my salvation, I thought. I couldn’t be pure but at least I could refrain from doing anything stupid so long as I had him to satisfy my horny urges. I was convinced that he would.

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Dinner that night was pizza, as was our Friday tradition.

It was my first Friday evening home since being Daniel’s slave and my father wondered why I wasn’t out with friends. I told him that none of my friends could hang out that evening and thankfully he believed me. As normal I had difficulty lying to my dad, but tonight was even worse.

I was always meek and shy around my family, especially when my father was around. What made things worse that night was that I kept feeling everyone’s eyes on me. My brothers’, my father’s, all of them. While setting out the plates and napkins for dinner I kept wondering which one of them had jerked off with my underwear. I kept wondering if the culprit in the room was picturing me naked right now. It made me regret the old yellow t-shirt I had on since I was positive at least the outline of my black bra was showing through. It’s all in your head, I repeatedly told myself, but it didn’t help. The thought of my brothers and dad hiding erections while eating their pizza made me feel both embarrassed and aroused. I don’t think I ever stopped blushing.

Tyler, my eldest brother, arrived late to the meal. He’d had to work late that night and made his apologizes while grabbing a beer from the fridge. He was the only one my dad let drink other than himself. He said, “That prick Todd made me service one last truck before letting me off.”

“Language at the table,” my dad said in a stern voice, interrupting him.

Tyler’s eyes glanced over at me. I was the reason for the no-profanity rule, I knew. I was sure my dad and brothers cussed all the time when I wasn’t around. “Sorry, sis,” he mumbled. Looking back at my dad he said, “Anyway, good news is I won’t have to work that shift tomorrow after all. So I can make it.”

My dad smiled, his mouth full of food. He waited until he had swallowed then said, “That’s great. That’s f- … just great.”

Something was going on. My dad looked around the table with that broad smile on his face. Jason and Ron looked as confused as I was. Our father said, “I have some good news, guys. I decided one last trip to the lake would be a lot of fun this weekend. Getting a might chilly out there, but weather’s supposed to be fine. I was just waiting to see if Tyler could make it before breaking the news.”

Ron immediately said, “Sweet!” At 15 he was my youngest older brother and probably the one most in awe of my dad. I knew he enjoyed those fishing trips a great deal.

“I bet the wall eye’ll be biting for us this time,” Tyler grinned. Like Ron, he emulated our father’s passions for camping and fishing. Now that he was nearly ready to move out and start his own life, though, he wasn’t always at our dad’s beck and call anymore.

“Damn,” Jason muttered under his breath.

He was sitting right next to me so I’m sure I was the only one who heard the curse word. Otherwise my dad would have gotten mad. Instead he just looked confused. “What’s wrong, boy? Thought we had fun last time.”

“Nothing,” Jason moped. “Just … I had some plans for the weekend.”

Jason was my second oldest brother. At 17 he was the one who most often rebelled at our dad’s idea of “fun”. His personality was very similar to our dad’s but his hobby preferences were almost the complete opposite. I knew he usually dreaded trips to the lake.

Our father shrugged his thick shoulders. “Cancel ’em, then. You’ll have plenty of more weekends before fishin’ season returns. Becky,” he said, turning his eyes to me, “fetch me a beer. Please.”

He was annoyed with Jason, I could tell, but I didn’t let that stop me from being the obedient little daughter and going to the fridge for him. I took my time there when I heard my dad hissing across the table at Jason. His voice was too low for me to hear but I was sure Jason was getting a mouthful. My dad hated being crossed. I waited until the hissing stopped before returning with my dad’s beer.

The rest of our dinner my dad spoke only of the weekend. Ron and Tyler were as excited as he was but Jason looked really annoyed. He kept glaring at me, too, as though it was somehow my fault. I guess he was mad because I got to stay home and he didn’t. Since Jason was the brother I liked the least I would have usually glared back at him, even at the supper table, but not on that night. My mind was filled with too many emotions, anxiety chief among them. Plus, I couldn’t stop thinking that Tyler, especially, was spending way too much time glaring at me in a different way. At my chest. Maybe he was the one who’d masturbated with my panties. The thought made me blush and shudder.

It’s all in your head! I repeated over and over inside. Just don’t think about it!

After clearing the table and cleaning up the pizza boxes I ran the dishwasher and then finished folding my laundry. My dad found me while I was doing this in my bedroom and gave me the same speech he’d given a couple months earlier. About how I’d be expected to behave over the weekend while he and my brothers were gone. About how I had to do my chores. He reminded me that I was to call Mrs. Sanford across the street if anything happened. But then he did give me some good news: I was allowed to hang out with friends and stay out until 10pm!

“No friends at the house, mind you, but I let Mrs. Sanford know about your curfew. You can expect she’ll be keeping an eye out,” he said. After that he gave me his credit card so that I could buy food and spend “no more than $20 on movies and cokes”.

I nodded to him and smiled my thanks. It was what a good and grateful daughter should do, I thought. I had to hide the hammering in my chest: I’d still be able to see Lee the next day! And maybe I could even sneak him into the house, too. Maybe we could hang out here. How would my dad ever find out?

I think he misread the look on my face because he said, “Look, Becky, these trips to the lake … they’re for the boys. You’re too young to understand but trust me, you wouldn’t have fun. You’ll have more fun here, alone with your studies.”

“I know, Daddy,” I whispered. I dared not speak too loud. “I’ll be good. I’ll be safe. You guys just have fun.”

He kissed me on the forehead after that. It was awkward: my dad’s affections were always awkward. He was too hard and stern of a man for affection to come through naturally. Yet he forced it that time and it made me feel weird.

I lied in bed knowing for a fact that night that the person who had stolen my panties from my drawer, the one who had jerked off with them, could not be my dad. He thought that I was too pure to do that with my underwear. It was why he was so stern with me. He saw it as his job to keep me pure and chaste. He might not love me, exactly, but he felt a duty to keep me the little girl he saw me as. It’s why he kept me in a Catholic school. It’s why he was so hard on me whenever I screwed up. It’s why he hid profanity from me and tried his best to always use his manners around me.

So it was one of my brothers. I couldn’t sleep until nearly midnight, and it wasn’t because I was thinking of Lee. I was thinking of sweet Ron, asshole Jason, and overconfident Tyler.

Which of them had done it? Whoever it was, he saw me as a sex-object. How else could he do that with my panties? Could it be all of them? The thought made me shudder.

Three horny brothers, I thought. I felt humiliated and trapped and horny.

I masturbated late that night and felt dirty afterward. Even so, I fell asleep with a smile when I finally did think of Lee.

He’ll keep me safe, I thought as I drifted off. He’ll keep my horny urges sated. He’ll protect me from myself.

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The next morning I awoke early. Without dressing out of my pajamas I ran downstairs and checked the driveway. My dad’s SUV was gone. He had said they’d be leaving at 5am and so, as it turns out, they had. I felt myself smiling from ear to ear as I fixed myself a bowl of cereal.

Alone. It was so much fun to be alone, so relaxing. I drank a glass of orange juice and decided to get to work on my chores right away. I was filled with energy, eager to make the time pass as quickly as possible so that noon would arrive and Lee would come pick me up. Or come to stay the weekend with me, maybe. I would definitely ask him when he called at 11am. Once I finished my breakfast I ran upstairs, changed into a long-sleeved red turtleneck shirt and my overalls. I was still so used to not wearing underwear that I didn’t think to put any on.

The first thing I did was walk the dogs. I was surprised to find that only Marshall and Ike were in the kennel. My dad usually only took one with him to the lake. Oh, well, I thought. It’ll be that much easier to walk them!

They were eager to go for a walk, and eager to see me. I only ever saw them during my Saturday chores ever since my dad had started loaning them out for breeding purposes. I knew it was stupid, but the fact that they were getting regular sex from a real bitch sort of made me jealous. I forced myself not to think about that as I attached their leashes, though. I didn’t want to start down that path again, the path to fucking them. My plan was to have Lee satisfy my sexual urges. I knew he would. I just had to put off my dirty, depraved thoughts long enough to see him. Only a few hours. I could do it.

The walk was brisk and the dogs set a quick pace. I took them all around the neighborhood but avoided Jody’s street. The last time I had taken them down that way I’d run across her and she and the rest of my former friends had been so mean to me. I didn’t want to relive the experience anymore than was necessary.

When we got back to the house I put the dogs in the fenced-in area attached to the kennel and decided to get myself a bottle of water before I went about cleaning out the kennel. I hated that weekly chore more than anything but getting it out of the way now would be a good idea. As I stood in the kitchen greedily drinking down the bottle of water, though, I suddenly had an idea.

It was like time had slowed down as the idea entered my head. I was alone with the dogs. I still had smooth peanut butter hidden upstairs in my bedroom. And all the thoughts I’d had about Lee during the walk had made me horny. Well, hornier, actually. I’d awoken horny.

No, I thought to myself. But already the idea was making my pussy tingle. I stared out the window with the plastic bottle against my lips while memories of those massive mastiff tongues on my cunt filled my brain. It’d been so long. Since before I became Daniel’s slave. What if, just one more time…

I inhaled deeply and made up my mind. I was alone so there was no risk. And I could use Marshall, he was always so gentle. What was the harm?

Leviticus 18:23, my Catholic brain quoted to me, “A woman must not offer herself to a male animal to have intercourse with it; this is a perverse act.” There was also the fact that I had promised myself to wait for Lee, that I didn’t need to do anything sick or depraved in the meantime. I debated the decision a little bit more then said out loud, “Fuck it!”. It felt good to curse, something I never did, especially not in the house. I giggled as I finished the bottle of water and headed toward my bedroom.

I trembled during the walk back downstairs, out into the slightly overcast and chill Autumn day. Yes, a woman shouldn’t offer herself to animals for intercourse. But I didn’t want intercourse. I just wanted a little doggy-tongue on my clit. There was no harm in that, I rationalized. Besides, a good orgasm would leave me primed for better ones later, with Lee.

I wasn’t thinking logically. I never did when I was horny. The thought of getting off right now with Marshall made me very horny and I just couldn’t help myself.

One last time, I thought. One last little licking from Marshall. What’s the harm? Later I’ll be with Lee, and maybe become his girlfriend even, and I won’t have to resort to any kind of wickedness again…

When I entered the fenced-in area I had no problem leading my favorite dog back into the kennel. Maybe he knew what was coming. I felt sort of bad about that since I definitely wasn’t going to let him fuck me. That would be too much. I couldn’t fuck a dog the same day I first fucked Lee! That would be totally against my plan.

I slid the huge door of the kennel shut and he panted with his tongue out at me. It was like he knew exactly what was about to happen.

He followed me to my dad’s work area and started to whine, a happy sound, as I undid my overalls after taking off my dirty old work-boots. I sat down on my dad’s chair, relishing the memories of what that meant, and unscrewed the lid off the peanut butter jar. I was naked from the waist down. I’d left my red turtleneck shirt on because it was a bit chilly today. I made a mental note to turn on the kennel’s heater once I finished with Marshall.

After smearing a handful of the peanut butter over my shaved cunt I urged Marshall over. He didn’t take much convincing. Even though it had been awhile the 175-pound animal seemed to remember what to do. He began to lick up the butter and I screeched with delight the first time his rough-tongue rasped across my young twat.

I was in heaven. It’d been so long since I’d had any of the dogs do this that I’d forgotten how good it could be. My mind began to fill with memories of being fucked by them, too, but I shook those off. I would not offer myself for intercourse with them. I couldn’t do that, and I wouldn’t. But animals were made to service man, God had given us dominion over them. If I wanted him to eat me out then I could make him eat me out and not return the favor. And boy was he eating me out.

I spread my smooth white thighs farther apart and clutched Marshall behind his big, floppy doggy-ears. He didn’t need any encouragement. The peanut butter was gone already but still there was that constant lick-lick-licking of his rough tongue, now drinking up my juices. I groaned and moaned and flipped my head back in ecstasy. Somewhere in the background I heard an electronic click-click-clicking sound, but it didn’t register at first over the sounds of my own intense breathing and Marshall’s sloppy tongue. I was too lost in the feelings the large canine was giving me, his tongue lapping against my slit, slowly pressing my lips apart, squirming at my hole…

It felt so good, so deplorable, so wrong, that I cried out with pleasure before I heard my brother’s words.

“Wow!”

It was Jason. He was standing just a few feet inside the kennel, the huge door slid open only just wide enough to let him enter. His left hand was gripping his chin, a look of pure joy and surprise on his face. In his right hand, which was extended out in my direction, he held his cell-phone.

He was taking pictures with it.

“NOOOOO!” I cried, even as Marshall’s tongue continued to lap against my womanhood.

Jason laughed, turned, and shot like a bullet out of the kennel. I watched him go with nothing but dread and panic in my heart. Even in the midst of that feeling of terror, though, there was still the tongue licking me, and I was nearing an orgasm, and for just a moment I almost gave myself over to it.

Then reality hit. Jason, my second oldest brother, had just seen me being eaten out by one of our father’s beloved mastiffs. Why was he home? Were they all home? Would Tyler and Ron soon enter the kennel? Would my dad be next? The kennel door was still open. I was still naked from the waist down. There was still a giant dog’s head between my thighs. I felt mortified and panicked like I never had before in my life. All the ecstasy I had been feeling seconds before flooded out of me in an instant.

“Marshall, back!” I cried.

My voice was filled with fear but the dog obeyed after I pushed at his head and repeated the order. He rested on his haunches, his mighty tail wagging behind him in the dirt. He was looking up at me expectantly, probably thinking I’d get on all fours for him now, that I would become his bitch since I was obviously in heat.

“No!” I cried again, my voice desperate. I jumped to my feet and nearly fell over. My legs were weak. Somehow, in a blur, I pulled on my overalls. I didn’t bother with the boots. I stumbled out of the kennel and both Marshall and Ike followed me, whining all the way, until I reached the gate that led out of the fenced-in area.

“Shoo, shoo!” I stammered at the mastiffs. That kept them back even though both of their tails were wagging like crazy.

They can smell my pussy, I thought. It was one of a million random thoughts I had as I entered the house. My heart hammered in my chest with blind fear until I got to the front window and looked out at the driveway.

My dad’s SUV wasn’t there. That was a huge relief, but it only calmed me down a little. It just suggested that my dad, Tyler, and Ron really had left for the lake. But what about Jason? He was still here. He was definitely here.

“No, no, no,” I whispered to myself. I was still shaking all over.

I stood there at the window for a few minutes, willing myself to believe that I’d only imagined Jason had seen me. It was just my guilty conscience, I told myself. But I couldn’t believe it. He really had been there. I’d seen him. I’d heard the camera-phone.

What am I going to do?!? I wondered.

I was in full-blown crying mode when I got to his bedroom door. First I tried the doorknob but it was locked, as always. I banged against the door. “Jason!” I cried. “Please, Jason! Open up!”

“Just a minute!” he yelled back in a cheery voice. “I just need to finish uploading one more picture…”

“JASON!” I yelled, my voice breaking in panic as I banged on the door again, “PLEASE! We need to TALK!”

He ignored that. I stood there, outside his bedroom door, trying to catch my breath in silence. I banged on the door one more time and whined, “Jason? Please? Jason!”

I heard movement in the room and finally the door opened. There was my brother, all smug and full of himself, holding the door and the door-frame with either hand. He said, “Yes?”

At first I didn’t know what to say. I stared at him in disbelief and terror for so long that he made a fake yawning gesture. Finally I sobbed, “What are you doing here?” Tears were rolling out my red eyes down my red cheeks. “You … you…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, sis,” he said. There was nothing apologetic in his tone. “This morning I convinced Dad that I wanted to stay home because I had a hot date planned. Don’t know why I never thought of it before since Dad always says good pussy is hard to find. Anyway, he bought it, and that’s why I’m here. But if you’ll excuse me, I have some pictures I want to share with some friends and family…”

He began to shut the door.

“No!” I stammered. He wouldn’t really do it, I thought, he wouldn’t really send out the pictures he’d taken to his friends and God knew who else. Would he?

“What, Becky?” he asked, pretending not to know what I was so upset about. “You don’t want me to send pictures? Why?”

“Please,” I begged. “Can we talk? Please?”

He sighed. “Fine,” he said in a sarcastic tone of voice. “But make it quick.” He opened the door for me.

I entered his bedroom cautiously. It’d been a long time since I’d been inside. Like the rest of my brothers he had a lock on his door, effectively banning me from entering when they didn’t want me inside. Jason, more than all of my brothers, never wanted me inside.

His bed was nestled against the far wall, in the corner, a large Metallica poster hanging above. His sheets and comforter were a mess and it looked like he hadn’t made his bed in days or weeks, even. On the floor were a scattering of magazines, dirty clothes, and other random junk. It was nothing like my own bedroom. It was dirty and boyish where mine was orderly and girlish. It sort of smelled weird, too. But what instantly got my attention was his desk, to my right, where his computer sat. On the computer monitor I saw an image of me, frozen with desire as my dad’s gentlest dog pressed his snout between my splayed thighs.

“Oh no, oh no,” I said. I began to sob again.

“Who should I send it to first?” Jason said as I whimpered just across the threshold to his room. He was sitting at his desk. “Maybe my friends. They’d get a kick out of this. They all say you’re hot but I bet they’d rather have pictures of you naked. This might sort of disgust them. I mean, damn, Becky, a dog? A few of them might like that but … nah, I bet sending it to Dad would be best. They have Internet access up there at the lake, you know, and I he brought his laptop…”

My legs gave out. I lost all the air in my lungs. There were a million things I wanted to say, a million things I wanted to beg, but I was just too horrified to speak. All I could do was cry.

He really would do it, I realized. In fact, I think I’d known it all along but had denied it to myself until that moment. He was supposed to be my brother but Jason had always enjoyed getting me into trouble just for the sake of it. He’d always loved teasing me and being mean to me, knowing that if I fought back in any significant way our dad would take his side. He had always been an asshole to me for reasons I’d never understood. Now he would, I was positive, make good on his threat to send the obscene picture of me and Marshall out to the world.

“What?” Jason said. He was next to me now, and speaking in a gentle but sneering voice. “Would you rather I keep this a secret?”

That got my attention. I flipped my head up, sending my hair flying over my back. He was on one knee and gently touching my chin. After a moment I managed to control my crying. I choked, “Please…”

He grinned. “Come over here,” he said. “I want you to see my favorite.”

My tall, 17-year-old brother helped me stand. He had to help me walk over to his desk. Without protest I allowed him to drop me into his lap when we got to his chair. “Look, this is the best one,” he whispered in my ear.

The image he was talking about was another one of me being eaten out by Marshall inside the kennel. This one was less blurry and the angle revealed a bit more of the action. He zoomed in a little to make his point very clear. After the zoom all that showed was my mouth wide, my eyes shut tight. My tiny hands gripping Marshall behind his floppy ears. My red shirt, its turtleneck hiding my throat. And my legs naked and mostly wrapped around the giant canine’s body. It was clear, in the zoomed-in image, that I was being eaten out by a dog. And that I liked it.

“Get rid of it,” I managed to sob. “Please!”

He took his time to do so but eventually Jason closed the image.

His arms went around my slender waist. He waited as I continued to cry, but I stopped once I felt his erection against my ass. He was wearing jeans and I was in my over-alls but I didn’t have on any underwear. It was definitely a hard-on. His hard-on. My eyes widened and my heart simultaneously leaped and groaned when I realized there was a possible way to keep him from sending out the images.

“You’re my little sister,” he whispered in my ear. “I don’t want to bust you with Dad. But what can I do?”

I gulped. He was sort of grinding his pelvis against me. I said, “Wh–what do you want?”

His hands left my waist and went instantly up to my breasts. Involuntarily I leaned back into him. As conditioned as I was to being submissive I still couldn’t believe how instinctively I gave into him. I never tried to stop him. I didn’t even whimper. As horrible as it was to be groped by my own brother, it was also arousing, too. That made the already existing tears in my eyes burn as I shut them tight in shame.

There was also the fact that doing what he wanted me to do might keep him from sending out the incriminating pictures. When his groping got really rough and minutes passed in silence I found myself whimpering again when he slid his hands under the overalls. He was still touching me through my red shirt but even so, his touch was more urgent now. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I felt everything my brother did and my whimpering only stopped when I feared it would start to sound like something else.

He was my brother. My older brother. I was just a girl, a horny and submissive girl. I was weak, he was strong. I was horny and he was satisfying those urges. Dark and carnal urges. Urges that Lee could never satisfy fully, I realized. The outline of Jason’s hard cock was throbbing underneath my tight little ass and I felt my pussy tingle and it felt sublime. For a moment I lost myself in everything.

He hissed, “I think we can make an arrangement, li’l sister.” He pinched my nipples and I gasped involuntarily.

As soon as I finished gasping, though, a flash of Scripture jumped into my brain. I’d read it recently, in the Book of Sins Daniel had given to me. It was Leviticus 18:6 and read, “No one is to approach any close relative to have sexual relations. I am the Lord.” The realization made me feel awful, and used, and evil, and violated. Yes, the arousal was definitely still there. And yes, I wanted desperately to stop Jason from sending out those photos. But what he wanted, clearly, was incest. It was worse than bestiality as far as I could tell. I mean, God gave man domain over animals, but He specifically forbade the act of incest. It was a terrible, awful sin. There was no way to rationalize that kind of crime in His eyes. Absolutely no way.

He continued to grope me through my shirt and I was on auto-pilot, grinding myself down on his erection now even as I thought these things. I was still really worked up from my interrupted session with Marshall and getting hornier by the second. Knowing how sinful and terrible it would be to do something with my brother made it that much hotter in my warped 13-year-old brain. But then I remembered the Bible again, I remembered those fleeting thoughts of wanting to be pure, I remembered my fake confession to Father DeGrazia about this very brother the past Sunday, I remembered the images in my fantasy the night before of my flesh and blood, my fathers and brothers, jerking off with my underwear. That last thought made my eyes snap open.

I jumped up from Jason’s lap. The action was so sudden he had no chance to respond. My face was red and teary-eyed but I spun around and pointed an accusatory finger at him. Without thinking I said, “It was you! You … you … you were the one!”

“Huh?” he asked. The hard-on in his jeans was as obvious as the confusion on his face.

“You jerked off with my panties! You’re the one whose been stealing them from my room!” I said. I wiped my nose and took a few protective steps away from him before I continued, “You’ve … you’ve been masturbating into my underwear, you pervert!”

He looked shocked at first. Then he did the last thing I expected: he laughed.

His laughter was so long and loud I started to doubt what I had felt was a certainty a moment before. I crossed my arms protectively across my chest, even though I was clothed, and chewed on my lower lip. Unconsciously I squeezed my thighs together and when I realized I was doing so I stopped, feeling ashamed. I stared down at my naked and muddy toes and waited for him to stop laughing.

He took so long I was close to just leaving before he said, “Wait, wait! Someone’s been jerkin’ it into your panties? You sure?” He started laughing again, but not as long this time. When I didn’t reply he blew out a deep breath, smiled, and said, “Sis, I don’t have the slightest clue who’d be doing that shit. I doubt anyone is. But you are one paranoid fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“Shuddup!” I yelled, angry now and a bit embarrassed for telling him about the panties. It definitely wasn’t him, I realized, and that made me feel stupid. But I knew Jason well enough to know when he was lying. He wasn’t.

“Look, look,” he said, holding up his hands in a calm-down gesture. “Maybe someone is. My money’d be on Ron. He’s a good kid but I know for a fact he ain’t touched real pussy yet, so maybe he just got too desperate and wanted to … I don’t know … get close to a real one?”

His laughter returned and I got angry. “Ron wouldn’t do that!”

“He wouldn’t?” Jason said, standing from his chair. He took a step toward me and I flinched. All humor was gone from his voice as he said, “Think about it. You know Tyler’s been getting laid since he was your age. I bagged my first bitch around that age, too. You think either of us would need to stoop so low as to jerk off into our own sister’s panties?”

I groaned inwardly. He was right. But then a thought occurred to me. Feeling courage rising inside me I stared unflinchingly into his eyes and said, “But you just ‘stooped so low’ as to grope your own sister’s tits! That’s even worse!”

He shrugged. “Not the way I see it. Tits are tits, sis. And it didn’t seem to me like you weren’t enjoying it either.”

He took a step forward and I took a step back. I felt utterly weak and vulnerable, like he would lash out at me at any moment, but he took just the one step. I whispered, “Fine. But … I wasn’t enjoying it, you know. I was just … scared. You’re my brother, Jason, even if I did like it I…”

“Shut up a minute,” he said, his voice channeling our father’s authority. I froze. “You know you’re way too quiet most of the time except when you really need to be. Like right now. Or the other night when you told that bullshit story to Dad about falling while rollerblading.”

“Wh-what?” I said.

“Give me a fucking break,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Tyler and I at least knew you were full of shit, rambling on like you were. Dad’s too fucking blind to see it and maybe Ron’s too young but don’t think you can fool everybody. You’ve been acting weird lately and the rollerblading thing is the least of it. Now I think I know why.”

“You … you do?” I whispered. He was real close to me now but I was no longer backing away. Guilt was washing over me, and maybe a little relief, too. Could it be that Jason knew about everything I’d been up to? It would be awful, of course, but in a way it would be a huge weight off my shoulders to have one or maybe two of my brothers aware of what I was really doing. What I’d been going through. Maybe, wasn’t there just a chance, that they could help me? That even Jason, asshole though he was, could offer me advice? I was his little sister, after all.

He touched my chin and lifted it until my eyes met his. It seemed as though he had read my mind when he said, “You’ve been really horny lately and you don’t know what to do about it. You need help. I understand. Shit, sis, I went through the same thing when I was your age. I can help you. If you want.”

I tried to blink away more tears but I had an endless supply. For the briefest of moments I thought I’d been all wrong about him. For the briefest of moments I dared to believe that Jason, my most hated brother, actually loved me and wanted to take care of me. For the briefest of moments hope filled me from head to toe, hope that Jason was about to make some sort of suggestion or offer some piece of advice for how to handle one’s horniness in an appropriate way. I managed to choke out, “Y-yes, please … I need help!”

He smiled. “Then go take a shower. While you do, take real good care of that pussy of yours. Get rid of all that dog spit. Come back here, after, and I’ll help you really good.”

He let go of my chin and without a thought I turned and walked toward the door. My mind was numb but my feet moved on their own. I was almost to the hallway when he said, “Don’t bother wearing anything when you come back, sis. Next time I see you you’d best be naked.”

I froze at his words. My mind cleared up somewhat. I turned in place at the doorway, my heart filling now with suspicion and dread. I said, “Uhm … what does being naked have to do with anything? I mean … how are you going to help me, Jason?”

He grinned and there was an evil in his eyes I’d seen before but not from him. He said, “I’m going to make it so you never need a fucking dog again to get off. I’m going to show you how a man’s tongue is so much more skilled.”

Once again, near the very same place as before, I collapsed to my knees and fell to my side near his open door. I started to cry as the ramifications of his words rattled about inside my confused young head. He was beside me in an instant, though, and said, “Don’t be such a baby! I ain’t gonna hurt you. I’m just gonna teach you why doin’ it with dogs is sick and why doin’ it with men is awesome…”

“You’re my brother!” I sobbed. To my surprise he was holding me and petting my hair as I blubbered. “The Bible, Jason, incest is sin! It’s wrong! We can’t do it, we can’t, please don’t make me, please… !”

“Shh, calm down, sis, calm down,” he whispered. “It’s just oral. That’s not incest. It’s not like we’d be fucking. You know what oral is, right? What you were doing with the dog?”

He was talking to me like I was a baby and I didn’t mind. I sniffed and said, “Yes, I … of course, but … you’re not going to fuck me?”

He laughed. “You’re my sister!” he said. “Fuck no I’m not gonna fuck you. I’m just going to punish you a little, then show you heaven. But only with my tongue.”

I didn’t like the sound of the word “punishment” very much but I pushed that away. The news that I wouldn’t be having actual full-on sex with my older brother was too good to believe. I said, “Really? Just … just that?”

“Becky!” he said in disbelief. I wasn’t sure but it almost sounded fake. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, though, when he continued, “I just want to take care of you. Teach you a few things. Show you why having a dog do it to you is stupid. Once you see how good real oral is you’ll never go back to no fucking dog, I promise.”

I sniffed. I’d been eaten out by Daniel before, of course, but I didn’t want him to know that. In a voice as soft as cashmere I said, “But … but you want me to come back naked?”

“Can’t do it clothed,” he shrugged. “Plus, like I said, tits are tits. I’d really like to see yours. I sort of feel like I deserve to since I’m giving you a huge break, not telling on you and all. And for helping you.”

I considered that. “And the pictures?”

“I’ll punish you for that on Dad’s behalf. He doesn’t ever have to find out about that shit,” he said. He actually sounded sincere and reassuring. At least I thought he did. He reached a hand down to me after standing up and helped me do the same. “Deal?”

There was no other option. “Okay,” I whispered.

“Good,” he said.

I walked out of his room after that and went straight to the bathroom.

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The shower felt quick and it wasn’t until the water turned cold that I realized I’d been washing and scrubbing myself all over for far too long. Without a thought in my confused little head I’d washed and re-washed every inch of my skin, going back to my worked up pussy many times, too many times. Jason had told me to pay attention there but his order had almost made me cum. I resisted each time, though. Each impending orgasm made me feel dirty about what I was about to do with my older brother so I just pushed away my carnal urges and moved to another area of my young body.

Only when the cold water rained down upon my hair did I realize I still hadn’t shampooed and conditioned. I did that under frigid streams of water. Even so it felt good, rejuvenating in a way. The cold water made my nipples hard and my mind clear. It washed away the tears from my reddened eyes and I even opened my mouth to drink some of it when I heard pounding on the bathroom door.

“Almost done!” I yelled.

I dried quickly. I had to get back to Jason’s room soon for punishment and … help. Help meant he would eat me out. My own brother. The thought made me shudder even more than the cold water had but I didn’t care. I was desperate in so many ways at that point. Desperate to get off. Desperate to be saved. Desperate that Jason could do both.

He was just going to eat me out. No sex, he had promised. That wasn’t so bad, I told myself. The Bible never talked about oral sex in any real or certain way. The whole incest thing, that was referring to the literal definition of sex: penetration. He wasn’t going to enter me. He would just eat me out. He would show me that a man could do it better than a dog. I choked back a sob when I realized, with shame, that my now dried pussy was already getting wet again with my own juices.

There was banging on the door again as I did my best to dry my hair. “Tick tock, Becky!” Jason yelled from beyond.

“Just a minute!”

My hair was still really damp but I knew I was officially out of time. I took my towel, wrapped it around my head, and took a deep breath. I looked at my reflection: I looked small, and pink, and cute. Even my little frown looked cute on my face. There was no time left to stare so I left the bathroom, walked down the hall, and into Jason’s bedroom.

“Took long en–,” he started to say when I entered. He froze in mid-sentence and whistled when he saw my naked body. He whistled. “Damn, Becky, you look … well, you look damn hot. But lose the towel.”

“My hair’s still drying,” I whispered. I was trembling all over and felt both exhilarated and terrified that I was naked in front of my brother. For some reason, the towel in my hair felt like a little protection. I didn’t want to lose it.

“I don’t care.”

I sighed and looked up. He was staring at me with a dangerous look of lust in his eyes. I thought about protesting further but didn’t. Without another word I reached up and unwrapped the towel from around my head. I dropped it to the floor as my damp blonde hair fell around my cute 13-year-old face. I stared down my body, past my tits with their pointy little nipples, and at my now cute looking toes. I felt myself to begin to blush.

Without the hair towel I felt totally naked in front of Jason, my 17-year-old brother. And I couldn’t quite understand how that made me feel.

“You’re damned hot,” he said. He was sitting on his bed and stating fact in a blunt voice. “Turn around for me.”

I did. When I was looking at him again he was smiling. He said. “Okay, sis, first we do the punishment. How do you think Dad would punish you, if I showed him those pictures of you and Marshall?”

My whole body went red. “He’d … I … please!” I said. I couldn’t imagine what my dad would do to me. It would be awful, though, of that I was sure. The mere mention of him almost sent me into a panic attack.

“Jesus, don’t start crying again,” he said in a mean tone of voice. He let me calm down a little bit. “He’d spank you at least, right? Right?”

I was still trying to calm my breathing and prevent myself from freaking out. I managed to nod, though, at his question. I noticed that he seemed to enjoy my heaving chest and that gave me a different kind of thrill. Being a sex object to my brother … hadn’t I masturbated while fantasizing about that just the day before?

“Thought so,” he said. “So I’ll give you a spanking. Come over here.”

Just a spanking, I thought. That was a punishment I was more than used to. As embarrassing as it was to see the look in his eyes as he soaked in my naked body, the body that was his own little sister’s, I couldn’t help but feel relieved. After all the things Daniel had put me through a spanking would be nothing. I’d been getting those my whole life. I walked toward him, bashfully but with purpose, and got ready to lean over his waist.

“Whoa, wait, sis,” he said. “Not like that. Is that how Dad spanks you? Over his lap?”

I nodded, feeling dumb. “Y–yeah…”

“Nah, that’s lame. Get up here, on the bed. Like a dog. Like a little bitch. Sort of fits for the crime, right?” He chuckled.

I continued to blush but I followed his commands. When he told me to keep my knees together as I knelt forward on my elbows I did. When he stood up and started to play with my dangling titties, I bit my tongue. I was well beyond wondering if he would fondle me some more. I just wanted to get this over with. It was taking all my energy not to cry and even more of my spent reserves to keep from giving in to my horniness. I tried thinking of scripture while he ran his hands over my body, reciting prayers and Psalms in my head as he lightly touched my breasts, my ass, my thighs.

The touching went on for several minutes and I could feel myself getting wet. I used every last ounce of willpower I had to keep from giving in to my brother’s light caress but it was a losing battle. When the spanking started I was almost glad, even though it came so suddenly that the pain made me cry out more in surprise than in pain.

“Aww, sweet little sister doesn’t like that?” he whispered after the first blow had landed. I didn’t dare to respond. It was hard enough keeping my true feelings under control. “You know, I’ve been wanting to do this to you for years, Becky. I always thought Dad was way too lenient with you. Just a few spanks now and again, that’s all his precious little girl ever gets. Me and Tyler, especially, got a whole lot worse growing up, bitch.”

His second blow really was painful, but his words were surprising. There was a bitterness in his tone of voice, a sound of hatred mixed with jealousy, that explained a lot. The reaons my brothers, Tyler and Jason most of all, always seemed to resent me. Dad had never hit me in the face, after all, or beat my body black-and-blue with a belt. For some reason it had never occurred to me that they might find that unfair, and hate me for it. Spankings weren’t nearly so bad in comparison, after all.

Jason sure as hell was trying to make sure this one was, though. His next few blows were so violent tears streamed down my cheaks. At the other then, though, I was also getting wet. Once again pain was turning me on. I was on the verge of losing control over myself entirely.

“Holy shit, sis, don’t tell me you shave!” he laughed. He’d paused the spanking to move his position so that he was kneeling behind me, fully clothed, and gripping one of my reddened cheeks. He was pulling my ass cheeks apart and apparently had noticed for the first time I was bald between my legs. “Don’t tell my you haven’t grown any pubes yet?”

“I … trim,” I managed to croak. He responded by slapping my ass several more times. I began to cry harder. He was being merciless.

He beat the hell out of my ass for a few more seconds after that. Then he hissed into my ear, “You ever give a blowjob, sis-slut?”

I cried from both the pain and his vulgarity. Without thinking about it I lied and said, “N–no!”

He slapped me again, hard, then said, “Too bad.”

After that I just blubbered and moaned and struggled not to enjoy the beating he gave my poor young butt. There was a part of me that wanted this punishment and was getting off on it but I resisted until the end. The pain was horrible but I’d gone through worse; the pleasure was dirty and intense but I’d been through better. So I told myself, at least. The fact is, having my brother dole out this punishment was more intoxicating and horrible and confusing than anything I had ever endured. He was my older brother, and he was hurting me, and humiliating me, and giving me such terribly perverse pleasure all at the same time.

Eventually I lost the power to stay on all fours. I bit into his comforter rather than cry out anymore for fear that the cries would betray my arousal. He got off the bed shortly after that and just stood at the side of it, staring at me. When he didn’t speak or resume the beating I finally collapsed onto my stomach all the way and turned my head toward the wall, away from him. He must have watched me sob for nearly five minutes before I lost the energy to continue. After I was quiet for about a minute I felt his hand on my sore ass and I sighed.

“Part of you liked that, didn’t you?” he whispered as he rubbed my ass. “You soaked my sheets with your pussy juice.”

“No,” I lied.

“Whatever. Roll over so I can give you your reward.”

I didn’t hesitate.

My eyes were shut and I was breathing deep. When he said, “Spread ’em,” I once again complied without a word. After all, I was exhausted and in pain but more than that I was horny. Now would come the promised oral sex and I had no doubt I would get off right away. I couldn’t wait for a tongue to be in between my legs. Who cared if the tongue belonged to one of my older brothers? The way Jason had made it sound, he was an expert. At that moment I really needed an expert tongue down there. I needed to get off, to enjoy an orgasm to mask the pain I’d just gone through.

He was on top of me before I realized he was naked. He must have undressed while I’d been sobbing. At first I didn’t mind, figuring he’d eventually wanted to disrobe, too. He’d asked me about blowjobs. Maybe he wanted me to give him one. I didn’t care. I just wanted to get off. A good orgasm would clear up my head. It would make me feel good. I was desperate for either feeling at that point.

But he was on top of me, I realized, and that didn’t make sense. He was supposed to eat me out. One of his hands was pressing down into my right breast, flattening the fat little boob against my small body, and I could feel his long naked legs between my own spread ones. The pressure he was putting on my tit was great and when I finally opened my eyes I saw a smile on his face. I started to put things together but it was too late.

“Jason, what … what?” I gasped. I felt the tip of his dick probing around at the entrance to my cunt. “Y-you said … oral! You promised!”

“I know,” he sighed. “But I’m not walking away with nothing, and you said you don’t know shit about giving a good blowjob, so I’ll take this instead…”

My eyes widened in fear. Scripture flashed through my head. I saw images of Hell as described to me since I was in Kindergarten. “Jason! It’s … no, NO! PLEASE! INCEST IS SINNNNNNNNN!”

I cried out the last word because that’s when his cock pressed relentlessly forward into my wet 13-year-old pussy.

At first it felt so good that I could only gasp soundlessly and let my young body tense up. My brother had a good sized dick and it sliced into me like Moses through the Red Sea. I shuddered as a small but intense orgasm took me before he’d even gotten all the way in. That passed quickly, though, and I started to groan and struggle against him once the tiny piece of pleasure was dwarfed by the reality of what was happening.

I was being raped by my own brother. A loud, panicked shriek escaped my lips and I began to fight him with all the strength I had left.

“You like it, sis,” he hised into my ear. Now that he was all the way inside me he was using his hands to grasp my wrists, holding them still over my head as I struggled to resist him. “I can tell … ungh, I can tell you, you do…”

I whimpered and fought and kicked my legs but I was just a small child compared to him. He rutted his cock in and out of me quickly at first, seeming to enjoy the way every time he penetrated me I would cry all the louder. He only slowed down when something incredible happened.

First, I stopped resisting. There was no way I could stop him but that wasn’t the only reason I gave up. The real reason was because my body was responding to his fucking like it never had before. A sort of warmth was spreading across me, an enjoyable and indescribable pleasure flowing from my pussy to my tits, from my mouth to the tips of my toes. I was getting fucked by my brother, my own flesh and blood, an insanely evil and deplorable act. But rather than continue screaming for him to stop, I added one word.

“Don’t!” I cried.

He slowed down his fucking. “Don’t … what, sis? What?”

I breathed heavily and stared up at him, a look of sheer carnality in my eyes. “Stop…”

“Don’t stop?” he asked, slamming his cock back inside my body and making me groan with pleasure.

“Don’t … stop… ,” I said again.

That became my mantra for the next ten or so minutes. “Don’t … stop,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop!”

He didn’t. I kept my eyes locked on his and he had an urgent, nasty little smile on his face while he slowly pounded his cock in and out of my twat. Each time he crashed his dick into me I moaned and said the words again and I never took my eyes off his unless he was looking away. Knowing that I was completely his he began to use his hands to squeeze my tits and that only added to the pleasure I was experiencing. I came hard once, twice, three times as he rutted me like that. Never had the missionary position been so nasty and erotic and pleasurable and my dirty teenage mind was trying to be a sponge, trying to soak in every last part of this experience. I draped my hands around his neck and pulled him to me, wanting to kiss him, but he crushed his chest against my face instead. Rather than feeling rejected I loved it, and I licked his naked skin, tasting his sweat and shuddering as my brother continued to fuck me with slow, deliberate thrusts.

It was amazing.

“I’m … fuck, fuck, Becky, you’re too fucking tight … I’m gonna…” he said after nearly twenty minutes had passed.

I was ready for it and wanting it and I pulled his neck down, harder, but he resisted. Instead he arched his back, breaking my embrace, and withdrew his cock from my hungry pussy.

“No! Jason, don’t stop, don’t…” I begged.

“UNGH!” he groaned as his cum spurt out of his cock, thick globs of white goo that coated my belly.

I was disappointed he hadn’t cum inside me. When I realized that I felt a little foolish, but more than that I was still ramped up, still horny and desperate for more. Confusion settled over my mind, though, when he said, “Get … get out…”

“What?” I breathed. I was still underneath him, his warm cum forming a little pool around my tiny belly button.

“Get out of here… ,” he said, rolling off of me, finally. He sat on the edge of his bed, catching his breath, and glared at me. “Get the fuck out! I need to think. Get out!”

Feeling strangely satisfied and numb, I did as I was told.

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When I got to my room I stood, naked, in front of my mirror.

My hair was a complete mess. My lithe young body was sweaty. Jason’s cum was dripping down my belly, the long thick gobs of my brother’s sperm inching down toward my pelvis. I stared into my own eyes and felt a small smile form on my lips. For some reason I felt good. Great, in fact. I had no idea why but I didn’t care enough to wonder. The moment is what I wanted to enjoy, so I did.

I started to rub the cum into my skin and I shuddered at the feeling. Soon I was using both hands to do it, rubbing it deep into the soft skin of my tummy, my breasts, and then reaching around to do the same with my butt. I turned and stared at it and sighed at the sight. It was bright red, shiny now from the sperm-moisturizer, and would definitely end up black and blue. Even that thought didn’t bring me down. Instead my nipples got hard and I started to move my hands around my hips, wanting to touch myself, wanting to cum again. I only stopped because I suddenly remembered my Book of Sins.

My hand trembled as I updated it. Sitting on my bed, I added an entry under the “Incest” page, writing in Jason’s name and the date. I stared at that for a moment and wondered why it turned me on so much. On impulse I then flipped the pages to “Bestiality” and updated it as best I could recall. I’d never written in the category before because I’d never admitted to Daniel that I’d done it. It felt good, though. When I flipped the pages again to “Interracial” I frowned at the out-of-context Bible quote, but dutifully filled in my experiences with the Four-Oh Crew just the same. When I was done I felt a pleasant flutter in my tummy. My Book of Sins was now 100% up to date. I started to leaf through the pages and I wondered if I might be the most sinful girl in the entire world. The thought gave me mixed emotions but I pushed away all negativity and embraced the depraved horniness I also felt.

“What are you doing?”

I hadn’t noticed Jason enter the room. I stared at him for a long moment. I was sitting on my bed, naked, my golden-covered book in my hands. I closed it, tilted my head to one side, and said, “Just reading my prayers.”

He shrugged. “Whatever,” he said. “Look, Becky, there’s a few things I need to make clear.”

He started to pace back and forth. He had dressed in a white t-shirt and boxers, nothing else, and I had to struggle not to smile at his obvious nervousness. I wondered if he’d been nervous earlier and I just hadn’t noticed, freaked out as I was. Maybe he had been. Whatever the case, it was nice to see him acting confused and anxious now.

“First of all, you’re not going to tell anyone about what just happened,” he said. His voice was hard, commanding, but forced. “No one. Not Dad, not Ron or Tyler, not your friends, not the fucking nuns at your school. You hear me? No one!”

I nodded. “I know,” I said.

He paused at my words. “Good. Good,” he finally said. Gaining confidence he continued, “And we’re going to do it again, too. In secret. Got that? I’m going to fuck you whenever I want, any night I want. So, like, sleep naked from now on. Yeah, sleep naked. If you wake up with a cock in your pussy you know you’ll enjoy it so don’t try to stop me. And don’t try to deny you won’t like it. Don’t try and act like you didn’t like what we just did.”

“I won’t,” I said, matter-of-fact.

Again he paused. My cool, casual demeanor seemed to be throwing him off. “Good,” he said slowly. “Because, you know, it’s just sex. You liked it, and I liked it, and who cares if you’re my kid sister, right?”

“Right,” I said with a slight smile.

He nodded. “Another thing, you need to get on the pill. Don’t worry about getting pregnant this time ’cause you can’t the first time. Uh, that was your first time, right?”

I nodded. Might as well keep up the lie, I figured, so I didn’t tell him I was already on the pill.

He grinned at that. “Nice. Too bad your cherry was gone. Did you take it yourself?” After I nodded he said, “Good, I’d hate to think one of the fucking dogs licked it away. Oh, that reminds me, no more messing around with them, okay? That’s seriously sick, Becky.”

I wanted to ask him why incest wasn’t any sicker, but I just nodded instead.

“The last thing is this. I’m not going out like I’d planned to this weekend anymore. Instead you and me are going to hang out and fuck whenever I feel like it. I might even spank you some more, you seemed to dig that and lord knows you deserve some more punishment,” he said. “I mean, Jesus, Becky! I’ve never even heard of anyone as slutty as you! I practically raped you and you got off more than any girl I’ve ever been with, so…”

“No,” I said.

He looked confused. “No, what? That I raped you?”

“No,” I continued, “Not that. But you did rape me and even though I ended up enjoying it, Jason, you did rape me. I don’t care about that, though. What I was saying no to was the whole thing about me staying with you this weekend. I’m not doing that. I’m hanging out with a friend today and I’m going to stay out as late as I want and you’re going to lie to Dad for me when he asks what time I got home.”

He looked stunned for a moment, then he laughed. “Bullshit!” he said. “If I say you’re going stay here, you’re going to fucking stay here! Or…”

“Or what?” I snapped. I stood up from my bed and marched toward him. Thrusting an index finger in his face I said, “Tell Dad? Tell him what? That you wanted me to stay here as your little sex slave for the weekend but I went out instead?”

His nervousness from earlier was gone and he was getting angry. I was a whole lot angrier though and I went on before he could say anything, “Or are you going to threaten me with those pictures again? Is that it? Because let me tell you something. Dad won’t give two shits about those pics if you force me to call the cops and report you for what you just did to me. Heck, I’ll even add a few lies to the truth. The first lie will be that you forced me to do that with Marshall, that you dragged me to kennel and put the dog between my legs. Who do you think the cops will believe? Who Dad’ll believe?”

“He’s never taken your side when we argue, you stupid bitch!” he yelled.

I laughed. “Yeah, that’s true! But when the police examine me and find out I was raped, and when they find your semen inside me and arrest you, do you think the situation will be anything like one of our ‘whose turn is it to watch TV’ arguments? Huh?”

He was starting to look nervous again. I saw doubt and, yes, fear in his eyes. I didn’t know where all my new found strength and confidence was coming from, but I was on a roll and didn’t stop. I said, “They’ll arrest you, Jason. You’re 17 and they’re try you as an adult for raping your little sister! Those pictures of me and Marshall will be used in court against you, not against me! I mean, what kind of brother takes pictures of his sister in a situation like that? I’ll tell them you made me do it and they’ll believe me. You know they will.”

He swallowed hard and finally broke eye-contact with me. “Fine, fine. You can go out. But the rest of what I said stands.”

He was trying to take back the upper hand and I let him. I couldn’t help it. I said, “Yes, of course.”

“Even about the sex?” he said.

I swallowed. “Yes,” I nodded. It felt good to cave in even though just seconds earlier I’d been in his face and demanding. It was too strange and weird for me to be the one in charge, the one making the demands. I wasn’t used to it and even though I was proud that I had, it was also strangely comfortable to back off and let him be in charge once more. Even so I added, “But I won’t be your slave this weekend, Jason, I won’t. I won’t ever be your slave. If you want to fuck me and I’m available, sure. But you can’t just order me around.”

He laughed. “Sure I can,” he said.

I was surprised by the sudden renewal of his confidence. “What?” I asked.

He reached out and boldly groped my tits. I made no move to resist him. He said, “I can do it because you like it. And I can threaten not to fuck you anymore if you don’t behave for me.”

“No,” I breathed. My body was beginning to tremble at my brother’s touch. Both his hands were carefully massaging either of my breasts and I unconsciously pressed them into him.

“Yes,” he whispered back. “Yesterday I thought you were just my goody-two-shoes little sister, but now I know the truth.”

“Wh … what’s the … truth?” I whispered. He was pushing me back, gently, and I was letting him. After a few short backwards steps he pushed me onto my bed. He kept one hand on one of my tits, squeezing it, massaging it, as he pulled his boxers off with the other.

“When you’re not around Dad always tells us that there are two type of women in the world: women made for marrying, like Mom, and women meant for fucking. He says the fucking kind are born sluts and you can just do what you want with them and not feel bad after ’cause they don’t deserve anything but cock. He says Mom was one of the rarer kind, the marrying kind, the good kind. He always says you’re like her, and I always thought he was right, but he wasn’t. No, Becky, you’re just a slut.”

“No,” I whispered, but one of his hands was between my legs and he was pressing his fingers into me and I moaned with pleasure. He continued to do that, massaging my right tit and my pussy at the same time, and I squirmed with desire and stared wide eyed at the ceiling. Then, abruptly, he stopped.

“Fine, then,” he said, getting up off the bed.

“Wh … what?” I asked, confused and breathless. He was pulling his boxers on and heading back to the door.

He stopped and turned back to me. “You said ‘no’, Becky. If you’re not a slut then it wouldn’t be right for me to mess with you.” He had an arrogant little smile on his face.

“No, please,” I said, not thinking. “I … I am.”

“You’re what?” he said.

Swallowing hard I said, “I’m a slut, Jason. Please!”

He smiled in triumph. He’d beaten me by proving his point: he could always just threaten to deny me sex to get me to do what he wanted. I felt a cold thrill of shame course through my body at the realization. Once again I felt dirty and ashamed but, as always, I was too horny to do anything about it. My confidence from earlier was completely gone and I knew that if he demanded me to stay the weekend with him as his slave again, I’d do it. He’d won.

“Get over here,” he said.

Without a word I slipped off my bed and walked to him. He told me to get on my knees and I did and when he told me to take off his boxers I did that as well. He said, “I’m going to teach you how to give a blowjob, little sister, since you’re just a little slut. You are, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I said. It was all I could do not to touch his cock: it was right in front of me and I felt a strange sense of pride that my brother was so well endowed.

“Say it,” he said, “tell me you’re a little slut and then take my cock into your mouth.”

“I’m just a little slut, Jason,” I whispered. Without pausing I then gently gripped his dick in one hand and put it in my mouth.

I did my best to pretend that I didn’t know what I was doing. I tried to remember the first time I’d sucked off Daniel, tried to remember how awkward and unskilled I was. It worked at first, forcing Jason to tell me to use my tongue more, to keep my mouth wide, to take it in deeper. Eventually, though, my horniness overtook me when I saw my reflection in my dressing mirror across the room: me, on my knees, my older brother’s cock in my mouth. I lost control and completely went to town on his dick, then, deep-throating it and choking on it until my face turned purple. I bobbed my head back and forth, then slowed down and used just my tongue around the head of his shaft. I kept my mouth wet and juicy for him and dragged my lips across his dick, loving his taste, my big brother’s taste.

“You’re … a fucking … natural,” he said several times. He kept his hands on his hips, never touching my head except to hold back my hair. He, too, was enjoying the reflection in the mirror and seemed to know that I was watching, too.

After about ten minutes of dick sucking he’d had enough. “Get on the bed, all fours,” he ordered me.

I was amazed at his endurance and once again felt proud that my brother was such a good fuck. Giving orders came natural to him and even after using all my blowjob tricks he was still rock hard and hadn’t cum. I crawled onto my bed, winced at the pain in my butt, and got ready for another fucking.

“This is called doggy-style,” he said.

“OH!” I cried as his cock entered my hot, throbbing pussy from behind.

His hands came around my chest and cupped my hanging breasts as he rammed me, hard, over and over in desperate, brutal strokes. I came when he squeezed my tits so hard they felt like they would burst and he seemed to know it. “Have a good cum … sis … have a good cum?”

“Y-yes,” I moaned.

“Tell me … ugh, tell me you’re a good slut … tell me you like, ugh … fucking your brother!”

“I like fucking my brother!” I cried.

It continued like that for nearly half an hour and I never got tired of it. He told me to call him by name, to call myself a slut, to promise I’d do anything he wanted, and I obeyed him each time. He never slowed down in his fucking and I was amazed at how long he lasted. I’d always heard that teenage boys couldn’t last but apparently some could.

Near the end he stopped groping my tits and started slapping my ass. The painful cries I made were mixed in with delirious pleasure and he laughed at that. “My little sister, ugh, fuck! Such a little slut!” he said before telling me to beg him for more.

“Slap me … harder, Jason!” I sobbed. “P-punish me, fuck, oohhhh!”

He laughed and laughed and fucked me harder and harder, all the while slapping my small round butt that had already received such a punishment earlier. When he finally came he did so inside me this time and the feeling of his warm seed squirting up into my womb made me cry out with pleasure.

It got so quiet after that that all I could hear was the hammering of my heart and a soft, squishy sound as Jason pulled out of me. He got off the bed and I fell to my side, staring at him as he pulled his boxers back on.

“Now you know your place, sis,” he declared. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said, “Go hang out with your fucking friend. Just remember the rules or you’ll never get a fucking like that ever again. Got it?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He left me as I basked in the glorious shame and pleasure of post-orgasmic bliss. After enjoying it for a while I sat up, reached to my night stand, and grabbed my Book of Sins.

I really wanted to keep it up to date.

THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT