TABBOO

Sex, sadomasochism, incest, perception’s reality between siblings.

Part One

Chapter One

       She melds as one with his homemade apparatus, every inch of her naked, shimmering body as she appears to be gaining consciousness.  The taut slipknots of the lithe, brilliant white ropes that a sailor would be proud of, calculated for both efficiency and effectiveness, the series of interlaced bindings painstakingly planned in advance not only offers out, but vividly contrasts with the very parts of her darkly tanned body that he cares to amuse himself with.  Mounted in a semi-arch facing outwards on the harsh surface he’s prepared hidden beneath her as she begins her initial struggles, her breasts’ the center of attention as already firm for their largeness, now the nearly perfectly symmetrical mounds seem hard as grapefruits, the widespread puckering nipples forming the apex of her bowed body as the twin melons seem to raise up on their own, enticingly quivering above her hollowed ribcage with each breath, teasingly beckoning for his attention even as her moans seem forced, both in anger and apprehension.

Again slowly, almost painstakingly stepping around her, testing, flicking each taut rope separately, feeling the firmness of her stretched arms, legs twitching beneath his prodding fingers while she’s bowed back in her spread-eagled arc, he still finds himself admiring her, at least physically.  Her evenly tanned flesh, the absolute perfect curves of her glistening body quivering, reflexively jerking against the bindings, he lets a finger probe her most sensitive spots, a playful tweak here and there as he watches her teasingly squirming for him.  Glancing down toward her face, the bright red leather ‘O’ ring spreading her yawning lips into a stretched, but almost perfect circle, the black satin eye mask contoured to her face reveals just the dainty nostrils of her upturned nose, flailing with each breath.

Even her dark braided hair taut in a slipknot holds her head back just inches above the floor just so, again he’s sure perfectly adjusted for her to service his cock when he’ll be kneeling, using those big titties of hers that she’s so proud of for grips when he thrusts in and out of the deliberately large circumference of the specially prepared ring stretching her mouth to his correct dimensions.  Glancing around the well stocked but otherwise ascetic room of his isolated getaway sheltered in his garage, he’s painstakingly prepared for her, everything’s in place, everything and then some he needs to service her as he still hesitates, debates with himself on where to start, how to pace himself as he senses the stirring in his groin, his relentless obsession of doing this with her finally taking place.  Hopefully his do-diligence before mounting her in this position for his extended pleasure will be rewarded, leaving his week long time frame he knows he has with their mom away, visiting out of town.

As she becomes more animated, contorts, entices him further, he takes another thorough trek around the apparatus, eyeing the trio of inviting orifices offered by her tautly spread body.  Slipping a finger, a thumb into the moist flesh between her taut thighs, then of course flicking the nubs of her nipples crowning the pair of perfect breasts he’s so enthralled with and now being offered out so implacably, he reaches a decision as to where to begin, as if there was ever a doubt.  Reaching out, letting a fingertip glide up across the nub of the closest nipple, just a wisp, another flick or two followed by a wider swipe back and forth across the supple mound of flesh as he watches for the firm bare titties he’s been so infatuated with for so long, to react to the sensation.  Dropping his other hand down across the ‘O’ ring, gliding a twitching fingertip along the edge of the dampening oval and her stretching lips as he feels his own heartbeat noticeably escalating, he feels his cock pulsing, almost aching.

Her outthrust breast quivering but the puckered nipple not yet responding to the tease, just her mouth twitching, her head trying to twist back and forth as harsh grunts emit from the glistening leather ring, he smiles to himself, slowly shakes his head back and forth as he gently rests his palm across the spreading areola of the rounded mound, lets the cupped hand slowly circle against the thickening nub until he finally feels signs of a reflexive twitch.  Also flicking the outline of her yawning lips occasionally with the tip of a finger, her response still muttered, unintelligible grunts, he hesitates for a brief moment, curls his fingers to clamp the hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  Slipping his other thumb and a finger into the leather oval, gripping her darting tongue, a similar pinch and he tugs on both with a firm tweak.

The tip of her curling tongue stretching out through the slot, the nipple elongating, twisting in his clamping fingertips, he watches for her reactions now as her naked body attempts to reflexively arch even higher, but only able to noticeably tremble instead do to his thought out binding process.  A couple more moans, raspier but muffled by his fingers pressing firmly through the drooling saliva circling the  ring, he twirls the nipple tauter, feels the puckering nub’s flesh compressing between his fingernails.  A knowing smirk as he watches, listens to her garbled, yet now obviously pleading grunts, thinking she could have enjoyed a little pleasurable foreplay if she wasn’t being such a cunt, he experiences the rush, the exhilarating sensations of inflicting pain on her arching, twisting body, with so much more to come.

Loosening his grip, wiping his hands back and forth across her breasts, stepping around and  positioning himself between her thighs, he kneels, tweaks her hairless cuntlips between the tips of his fingers even wider apart then they’d already been spread.  Craning forward, tilting his mouth closer toward the exposed nub of her clit partially concealed by the fold of her clit hood, gazing across her hollowing pair of orifices being separated by the narrowest strip of moist flesh, he leans in, presses his tongue outward, flicking it, letting it lap across the instantly quivering divide, up across her puckering rectum.  The taste of her salty moistness arousing his senses as her hips quiver, her stomach ripples in a series of fluttering spasms, he allows his tongue to slip upward from between her buttocks, to press below her clithood and flatten the exposed nub between the puffy folds of her labium.

More wet then just moist, the taste more pronounced as her pinkish vaginal flesh involuntarily quivers beneath his flicking tongue, he’s struck by the actual twitching, the erotic motion of her spreading sex within inches of his eyes as her entire naked body begins to escalate from quivering to noticeably trembling, her nipples thickening, jiggling across her pendulous mounds jaunting freely upwards as a series of moans spew from the mouth gag.   Becoming aroused himself by her responses, sliding the tip of his tongue inward, tilting his face forward, his nose flattening across her pubic mound, sucking inward on the swelling nub, he presses it between his tongue and upper lip.

Sucking the swelling flesh between both lips, clamping gently down with his teeth, he senses the throbbing, pulsing response of her clit as he again tastes her accumulating juices oozing from her gapping vagina.  Manipulating, twisting his head, taking a deep breath, he lets his teeth sink in, bordering on harsh as he feels her naked body lurch in her bindings, shudder as a rasping, unintelligible  screech spews from his bound sister’s oval mouth piece………

A constant loud, on again, off again  blaring drone in the background, turning on his side, eyes spreading open, it’s the alarm going off, awakening him from his dream.  Its morning, his sister’s still snuggled in her bed upstairs in her visitor’s bedroom, just back to spend a few days after a couple years of living on her own in Florida, and looking sexier then ever.  Sitting up with an obvious hard-on, collecting his thoughts, he wonders what she dreamt about last night.  Anyway, time to get up, get ready for work, maybe it’ll be a good day to take off early, catch her at home, alone.

Chapter Two

       Seeing the unfamiliar car in the driveway behind hers as he arrives home early from work after taking the last couple hours of the day off, it too with Florida license plates, he’s disappointed realizing she’s probably not alone.  Quietly walking around to the rear of the house, entering through the kitchen, he softly steps down the hallway toward the sounds obviously coming from her room.  Stopping in front of her bedroom door, silently kneeling, he peeps through the keyhole directly toward her bed.  Seeing her naked, laying back on the daybed, his heart races as he sees a guy as tan as her sitting on a stool beside her with his back toward the door, flipping a belt directly between her arching thighs.

       “Oooooohh!”  Her moan not sounding of pain, her eyes fluttering as her head tilts back, sinks into her fluffed pillow; he watches her fingers interlocking above her raising arms stretching above her as she bows her back, arches her breasts outward.  “The… These titties too!”

Her voice raspy, her breasts firm, rounded mounds gently swaying as she arches her chest outward, hardly believing his eyes; he watches the black leather belt curling above her naked body from the flicking wrist as she braces herself while begging.  “Whip my titties… The nipples too!... Make them hurt before you fuck me.”

       ‘Thwack!’   The sound of the belt flattening her titflesh, her naked body arching even higher, he’s also mesmerized by her tits, big and firm tanned mounds, almost as dark overall as her stretched areolas, he realizes her breasts must of grown a couple more sizes since she left for Florida a couple years ago.

       “Ahhhh… Yes!... Yeeeessssss!... More… And… And harder!... Whip my bare nipples harder with that belt!... Harder!”

       Obviously not even remotely the sound of pain, even discomfort, more of arousal, her voice more like when she was a flirting teenager, he can’t believe he’s seeing her kinky side as he watches her grinding her spreading hips against the bedspread.  Mixed emotions, seeing her with this guy, yet seeing her naked like this, being abused, imagining he was the one using that belt, feeling his cock hardening, gripping it through his pants leg, he continues staring through the keyhole as the curling strap flicks across her nude flesh, snapping back and forth across her responding nipples, lowered to again flick across her freshly shaven slit a couple more times, then back up across her bouncing titties.  Moans, gyrations, her mesmerizing body bowing upwards, glistening as she cranes her neck, sucks on a finger, arches her hips as her feet curl upward to press together, he’s transfixed watching her heels flattening together just beneath her gapping, bruising cuntlips as her breasts also discolor with each flick of the belt across her puffy nipples, like overly ripe melons bouncing, swaying even as she arches higher on the bed to receive the flailing strap.

       ‘Thwack!... Thwack……..Thwack!’  Each sound of leather striking flesh the same. ‘Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!’

       Gripping, stroking himself though his pants leg through the flurry of lashings, finally seeing the stranger beginning to stand, drop the belt across the stool and beginning to unfasten his trousers, he feels a real sense of jealousy almost overwhelming him as his sister’s arms reach out; presses her reddening titties together between them as her open hands provocatively awaits the guy reaching down to slip off his briefs.  Almost angry watching her as she seductively spreads her legs to be mounted, glancing down the hallway, he stands, quietly steeps toward the living room, its front door.  Opening it, he slams it shut as if just arriving.

       “Anybody home?... Mom… Sis?”  Smiling to himself as he steps toward the hallway, he continues in his loud voice.  “Whose car’s in the driveway?... Anybody here!”

       Tapping on his sister’s door while turning the locked knob back and forth, he holds back another chuckle to himself as he hears her frustration while she almost angrily answers.  He’s done what he’s intended to do.

       “Yeh… Yeh Bubby… We’re in here… In here watch… Watching TV… Be right out, okay?”

       “Yeh… Okay.”  He answers, adding a little lie as he presses his ear against the door.  “I think mom’s car just turned up the street behind me, too.”

       “Oh shit!”

His sister’s hushed voice through the closed door, the sound of the daybed springing, her feet hitting the floor as she’s obviously in a hurry; he again smiles to himself thinking that they won’t be doing any fucking now as he heads for the stairs down toward his own bedroom.  Shutting his door and lying on his bed, thinking of his sister, seeing her not only naked again but also being into sadomasochism, his thoughts swirl around reality and his dreams.  Remembering the different times over the years of peeking in on her as a kid, seeing her developing from puberty to now being a real woman, when he first saw her again just yesterday after she returned from Florida, the fantasies started, of forcing her to be his submissive, of tying her up, even hurting her.   Now, if she really likes her tits and cunt being worked over, there’s plenty more that he can do, just like in his fantasies.  It’s time to have a talk with her, make her an offer she can’t refuse.

Chapter Three

“Now, face me Sis… Step toward me.”  He orders, his own legs spread on the sofa in the family room outside his bedroom in the basement.  His knees barely covered by his tattered but favorite robe, he continues.  “Slide your hands up above your head and arch your shoulders back for me, too.”

       Obeying, but hesitantly so, the pair of white towels damp, the fuller one neatly tucked across her breasts, the other wrapping her hair, she turns in front him.  Just out of the shower he ordered her to take, water still beading across her moist flesh, her bare feet leave damp imprints across the carpet of their finished basement as she takes a couple steps forward.

       “Now… Just like I said, mom doesn’t need to know about that kinky shit between that guy and you as long as you do what I say and cooperate… Understand?”  He orders as he reaches out while spreading his knees further apart, motions her closer with both hands.  “Come on… Let me see those tits pop out here now.”

       Another couple steps, feeling her damp thighs pressing between his knees, he watches her turn her head slightly to the side as his fingers reach outward, into the top of the towel.  Her breasts flattening as he tugs the terrycloth back around her, the firm mounds springing outward, sway toward her armpits as he drops the towel to the floor.  Gnawing her lower lip, a hushed, almost angry grunt emits as she interlocks her fingers beneath the other wet towel while closing her eyes.

       “Damn, Sis.”  He mutters as he slips his hands up across her ribcage to either side, lets his thumbs rest just below her pendulous breasts.  “I swear… These things get bigger every time I see ‘em!”  His hands pressing inward, manipulating her, forcing her swaying chest to arch outwards, he also tugs her closer toward the front of the couch as her nipples jiggle, spread apart.

A bitter grunt as her hips press against his robe, he listens to her whining.  “This… This ain’t right Bubby… Don’t… Don’t do that!”

       “Now… Here’s what I want you to do Sis.”  He smiles, ignoring her comments as he lets go, slides his hands down across her sides, spreads his robe apart.  “Straddle me… Straddle this.”  Glancing down toward his swelling shaft as he reveals himself, gripping its base by the scrotum in one hand while slipping his other hand out across her hip, he nods his head.  “Just press that pussy down here across my dick, grind your clit back and forth on it to start with for me, okay?”

       Face flushing, a noticeable pouting expression, knuckles turning white as they remain clenched together behind her neck, she hesitates as his hands pull her forward.  The crown of his hard shaft pressing up between her cuntlips, he feels it flattening her clit while his hand guides her hip, pulling forward, pressing back, the head of his cock spreading her wider as it slips inside her slit.

       “Don’t…. Bubby………… Bubby!”  She whimpers, glancing down toward both his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing between her thighs.  “This ain’t right… Stop!”

       Holding her still, glancing up into her dark brown eyes, he slowly shakes his head.  “That’s enough… One more word and we’re done, I’ll just have a word with mom, let her know how you like those titties and pussy whipped right here under her roof!... Understand?”

       A hint of a tear, a quiver of her lip, she lets her head nod toward the side.  “Okay… Okay, but… But don’t tell mom anything… Promise?”

       “Slide that pussy down here…Work my cock and we’ll see.”  He grunts as he slides his hands up across her hips, nudges her downwards.  “Come on… Start fucking me… Like you wanted to do him in your bedroom after he whipped these titties!”

       Listening to her moan, watching her body tense as her head shakes slowly back and forth, he feels her hips lowering with his hands, the swelling crown of his throbbing shaft forcing inward, the warm, moist slit spreading, gripping like a tight glove as her knees obediently bow between his.  Stomach churning, actually having her mount him, its better then any fantasy, almost any dream as her firm breasts sway just in front of his face, the soft scent of her fresh bath intoxicating as the dark nipples jiggle.

“Shoulders back further.”  He grunts as nearly half his cock glides between her thighs, his foreskin stretching as her clit flattens against his shaft.  “Let me taste a titty… Push it out here so I can suck on it.”

Spreading his lips, watching her torso arch, twist accompanied by an obvious clicking of her tongue, the fullness of her breast flattens across his mouth, presses against his nose as he flicks the hardening nub with the tip of his tongue.  Tasting her, feeling the firmness, fullness of the globular mound against his face, pulling downward with his spreading fingers across her hips, the feeling’s exuberating.  Burrowing deeper in one slow, long thrust, her vaginal walls compressing his cock, drawing it inward, the damp warmth lubricating his stretching foreskin, he’s certain he’s thrusting past her navel while he glances down toward her visibly puffy stomach, forces her hips to flatten across his thighs, his cock pulsing as she screams………….

The loud, obnoxious drone in the background again, turning over again, his cock aching, he realizes its Saturday morning; his escapade with his sister’s been short circuited by a new day, again.

Chapter Four

       Finishing a half day at work on the weekend shift, only one thing on his mind the entire time, turning the corner to the cookie cutter houses with small neatly kept lawns, he sees his sister in the driveway washing her car in front of the garage.  Hose in hand, soapy bubbles across her bare flesh being revealed by her micro bikini as she squirts the driver door window; he slows his pace as he steps toward the other side of the car.  Her breasts flattening across the wet, streaking door glass as she tiptoes in her bare feet, squirts the roof, her dark hair tied strictly back in a single braid swaying across her back, her eyes remain hidden by the wide rimmed sunglasses.

       The car stereo blaring, her body lithely in motion to the music, one hand on the windshield as she leans over, retrieves the soppy sponge from the bucket, he watches the flood of soap cascade across her bobbing melons as she slides the sponge back and forth between her and the car’s sun roof.  Her drenched breasts again pressing against the glass, the hose’s water soaking her as it splashes off the fender, he notices the nub of a nipple peeking out above her stretching black top at least a couple sizes too small, the tan nub hard, thick as it presses, scrapes across the clear, flat surface.  Staring, he can’t help thinking of the old Cool Hand Luke movie with Paul Newman, when the chain gang got teased by watching a cunt washing her car with her nearly bare titties hanging out for everyone to see, and that no one could touch.

       Knowing she’s obviously ignoring him on purpose while she again reaches down as she sops the sponge in the overflowing bucket, more soapy water splashes across her barely covered breasts, streaking down across her hollowing stomach as she tiptoes, presses her butt up and out, leans across the hood as her lips silently move to the words of the song.  The skimpy material of her thong barely covering the top of her slit below her obviously shaven pubic mound, not covering her buttocks at all as the strap disappears inside her long, glistening crack, he again feels the instant arousal as the pit of his stomach churns.

       Stepping around the back of the car, reaching down, kinking the hose, he watches the water slow; begin to drip from the nozzle.  Seeing her glance at the green garden hose, hesitate, glance back toward him, he smiles, holds the kinked tube up for her to see.

       “Hey, there Bubby… Wanna do me?”  She grins, hesitates before cooing.  “A favor?”  Turning the nozzle slowly, shutting it off, she lets the hose drop across the concrete driveway.

       An obvious teasing play on words as she playfully kicks the curling hose, she sways toward him, breasts thrust out, a tip of a nipple still peeking out.  Turning, she reaches up behind her neck, grips, twists her braid up above her head.  “My fingers are all sudsy, slippery… Untie the top and adjust it for me, okay?... My boobie’s hanging out… I think some of the neighbors are getting a cheap thrill peaking out their windows… I guess I’ve about outgrown this bikini, don’t you?”

       Reaching up without thinking, parting the loosening straps, he feels the weight of her breasts tugging at the soaked cups as he begins retying the strings.

       “Ouch!”  A fake whimper, she bows her back, presses her damp buttocks against his crotch.  “That’s scrapping my nipples, push my boobies inside the cups for me, then tie the strings off, okay bro?”

       Reaching around, cupping both wet cups, pressing the material flat across her firm, globular mounds as she arches her shoulders further back, he can feel her thick nipples, hard as rocks beneath the shimmering cloth as his cock throbs.  Adjusting one breast, the other, taking his time, obviously more then necessary, slowly running his fingers along the strings, his fingers quiver as he ties the ends together, feels her buttocks still teasingly grinding back across his swelling trousers.

       “Thanks Bubby.”  She smiles as she turns back toward him, glancing down above her swaying breasts standing virtually upright, the nipples concealed with just the silhouettes of the hardened nubs protruding, but now the rounded bottoms of the full mounds projected unobstructed from beneath the taut cloth.  “These things can be such a nuisance.”  Fingers still gripped behind her neck, slipping an opening hand downward, giving a ‘smack’ across the breast that was exposed, she scowls.  “Bad… Bad tit… I think a little discipline could be in order… Maybe I can find someone to spank both these titties later… Oh well!”  Glancing up into his eyes, another smile, she turns toward the garage.  “Wanna help me dry off, mister?... In there where the nosy neighbors can’t watch me from behind their curtains?... A girl can’t even wash her car by herself and not be ogled… The perverts.”

Stepping through the side door, flicking the lone bulb ceiling light on, picking up a towel from a laundry basket, wiping her shoulders, her stomach, she glances toward him.  “You’ve missed seeing me, haven’t you?”

A nod, picking up a towel himself, he answers.  “Sure.”

“I mean… You’ve missed watching me… Hiding and scoping me out whenever you had a chance to see my boobies… Or see me naked, huh?”

“Wha………”

“Now don’t give me that innocent shit.”  She grins as she rubs the towel along the side of her face, continues. “I used to get off putting on a show for you… Christ, sometimes I’d run the shower water ‘til it was ice cold knowing you were playing with yourself watching me being all wet and naked.”  Wiping the other side of her face, smiling and shaking her head, her braid of hair, she adds.  “I bet you didn’t realize I knew you were watching through the keyhole while I was getting my tits whipped the other day either… Hey… that’s okay though… Don’t be concerned… It just turned me on more, too… That’s why I got so animated.”  Stopping, staring directly into his eyes she adds.  “A little pain can be a good thing… It heightens the sensations… Besides, it turns guys on seeing a hot chick with titties like these being spanked around… Guys love that shit, you know… I bet you do too… Don’t you?... You’d love to be able to do things like that to me… Things I’d have no control over while you hurt me in special places, huh?”

Practically speechless, just listening to her matter of fact tone, his towel still limp in his hand, he watches her rubbing her towel across her thrust out breasts, drop it back in the basket.

“I’m going to give you a treat now, let’s say a present for my homecoming, okay?”  Untying her top, slipping her thong down her thighs, she takes his towel, drops it down in front of him.  “Drop your trousers, slip off your shirt.”  She orders as she kneels naked in front of him.  “Let’s play a little game I learned, little brother.”

Nervous, excited, pants, shirt slipping off and dropped on the floor without hesitation, he stands in front of her, his throbbing cock swaying upright just inches from her face.

“Lean your back against the wall… Don’t move…  And I bet I can make you cum without touching your cock or you win and get to fuck me right here and now!”  She smiles as he twists, leans back against the shelf.  “Now play along… Watch and enjoy and I might let you squirt your load in my mouth… Now, concentrate on keeping that thing sticking straight out, just like that… Okay?”

Cupping her own breasts, glancing up into his eyes, she begins.  “I feel like cupping that cock right between these melons… I know you’d like that huh?... But not yet, okay?”  Pressing her breasts together, she continues in a sultry voice.  “Yea, I’d squeeze it… Stroke it… Feel it sink into my titflesh… That’ll have to be later though.”  Leaning forward, arching her chest outward, spreading, provocatively licking her lips, she glances up again, adds.  “Hold still, just keep watching my titties if you want… Think about what you want to do to them… How you want to hurt them… To make me beg you to stop when you get too harsh… Okay?... Now, just don’t touch ‘em yet, right?”  Tilting her face toward his crotch, her mouth engulfing the crown of his pulsing shaft, he feels the sensation of her warm breath flowing around his swelling meat.  Her head bobbing gently back and forth, three, four inches of his cock disappearing between her stretching lips, he feels the warm dampness of her saliva, her breath on his twitching rod.

Slipping her head back after several long, slow nods, smiling, she scoffs.  “See… Didn’t even touch that dick, did I?… Still got it to throb though, huh?” Glancing up into his appreciative eyes again, she slides her hands away from her swaying breasts, raises her arms out up over her head, stretches, arches.  “You fantasize taking me, working my breasts, don’t you Bubby?”  She coos as she shakes the firm melons back and forth just under his stiff cock.  “You really liked seeing ‘em whipped with that belt the other day too, didn’t you?... You know I was fantasizing myself that that was you whipping them.”  Glancing down, shaking her chest provocatively back and forth, her breasts swaying toward her armpits, smacking together, swaying back, she seductively rolls the tip of her tongue back and forth across her moist lips, leans forward.  “Let’s go a little deeper this time.”

Yawning, slipping her lips again around his cock, sliding her head forward, she bobs slowly back and forth, her neck craning, breasts jiggling.  Breathing, gently blowing on his cock, her saliva drooling, soaking his shaft, her fingers flex as her hands sway outward above her head while she engulfs another couple inches before slowly drawing back.  A line of drool from her lower lip to the head of his cock, licking the strand in with her tongue, she grins.  “Drool doesn’t count as touching… So you don’t get to fuck me… Yet!”  Lowering her hands, griping a stretching cuntlip between fingers and thumbs, she spreads her slit wider as her knees slide further apart.  “God, I want that thing rammed up my cunt… All the way… Make me feel like you’re ripping me apart… Oh yea… That’d be awesome wouldn’t it bro?”  Sliding her fingers in and out, stretching, tugging at her sex, she continues with a teasing voice.  “To bad I’m your sis huh, that wouldn’t be right, would it?... It wouldn’t be right for you to mount me… Fuck me like I’m your personal whore, your sex slave to do with as you wish, now would it?”

Tilting forward again, tongue pressing outward below his rippling abs, just the curling tip dripping saliva across the throbbing crown, she yawns, lets the cock slide inward trailing her retracting tongue.  Her nose almost touching his pubic hair, his shaft flattening her tonsils, she clamps her lips around his cock, sucks inward.  Lapping and stroking, bobbing her head, she reaches up, grips his scrotum, squeezes.  His knees trembling, his cock pulsing, his hips thrust outward while he leans harshly back, grabs the edges of the shelves to hold himself as he feels his sperm gushing, his cum engorging her throat as she gulps, swallows his load.

Another spurt as her fingers manipulates his aching balls, yet another while she sucks in, pushes outward, twists her head, gnaws on the head of his still throbbing shaft, she allows the glistening meat to slide out, a noticeable gasping sound of air escaping her lungs as her lips unclamp, pull back.

Releasing her stretching labium from between her clenching fingernails, sliding her wet fingers up toward her mouth, she licks her lips, the tips of her fingers one at a time as she smiles up toward him.  Cum drooling on her cheek, across her chin, lapping her tongue in circular motions, she squats, stands, presses her lips across his.  Squeezing his semi erect cock with one hand, her other hand behind his neck tugging forward, she slides her moist tongue between his spreading lips, searches for his while returning their bodily fluids.

Tilting her head back, another smile, a giggle as she manipulates his cock, rubs its crown across her swelling clit, she teases.  “Looks like you win!... I fucking touched it didn’t I?... Damn, think you can get it up for me again bro?... Ram this thing up my cunt now?”  Stroking, jerking, grinding the semi erect meat between her thighs, she continues.  “Fuck me right here and now until you cum again?... Can you do that for me?”

Feeling his arms encircling her, his cock twitching, swelling again as her fingers manipulate the ultra sensitive crown, she feels him he jerking, grunting as her fingernails dig in, harshly twist.  “Guess not… Oh well.” She teases.  “Ain’t wanting to fuck me right now huh?... To bad bro, that was your chance!”  Stepping back, picking up the towel, she wipes her mouth, her breasts, crosses and flattens her glistening mounds with the terrycloth as she ties it off just below her armpits.  “Time for a cold shower, I’m still horny as hell though… Got a date tonight, he’ll get lucky I bet… Anyway don’t stay up for me; I’ll be home late, okay?”  A nod, a teasing smile, she adds.  “Oh!... Want me to leave the bathroom door open while I rinse off, little bro?”

End Part One    

    

            

       

        

       

       

        

      

   

TABBOO

Part Two

Chapter One

       Just after nightfall, a couple of the overnight bags still unpacked stacked in the corner of Sis’ guest bedroom, mom out of town for a few days and the house to himself, he fingers through the first bag finding the ordinary girl stuff.  Opening the second piece of luggage, spilling it out across the bed, a small black satchel drops to the floor.  Picking it up, unzipping it, he realizes it holds business cards, phone numbers, and more.  A closer look toward the front of the clear plastic card holders, a particular card catches his eye.  ‘TABBOO’ in bold black letters centered across the front, below it, a slogan ‘Pleasure In Pain’ with a phone number in gold inlay.

       Sliding the card out, flipping it over, a color print of his sister from just below her breasts up and in scant but obvious bondage gear fills the card.  Stunningly posed with a black leather riding crop clamped between her teeth, arms behind her back, her dark eyes staring piercingly ahead from beneath her strictly tied back hair, she wears a tight fitting black chocker collar around her throat and a micro black latex top revealing the rounded bottoms of her globular breasts.  The silhouettes of her stud pierced nipples obvious through the stretching material with the slogan ‘TABBOO’ in white block letters spread perfectly across the front of her chest, he senses himself becoming aroused just thinking of the card’s purpose as he begins to read the fine print ‘menu’  across the bottom of the card.

       The headlights flashing past the blinds covering the window, the sound of the car pulling into the driveway, he zips the satchel shut, stuffs everything back in the overnight bag.  Dropping the bags back in the corner, heading down the stairs, he hears the front door opening.  Sitting on his bed, thinking of the card still in his hand, he glances at her picture again, at the spelling of ‘TABBOO’ across her practically bare breasts, obviously her business moniker, then the ‘menu’ below. ‘F/F… F/M… M/F… BDSM… SM’

       Cell phone in hand, blocking his number from being identifiable, he almost nervously calls the 800 area code at the very bottom of the card.  A thirty second seductive message obviously his sister’s voice, the obvious push to key into a pay connection, he hesitates, closes the cell phone.  The thoughts of what she’s been doing the past couple years, he can’t help wondering to what extent she allows herself to be used.  Even her card, he wonders if the whip’s for her, or her client.  Glancing up at the ceiling, hearing the heeled footsteps across the floor from above, he lies back on his pillow for the next few minutes, listens to what sounds like a couple voices, one authoritative, the other barely audible, both obviously female.

Hesitating going upstairs, forcing himself to lay on the bed and just listen, he can’t imagine what’s happening.  Finally, hearing the bedroom door upstairs opening, listening to the rhythm of the set of heels walking across the hallway, descending the steps followed by a tap on his door, it swinging open, he’s fixated at the sight of her as she steps in the room.

       “Bubby.”  His Sis’ eyes gleaming, almost the pose of the card but more relaxed, her hair slickened back, bright red lipstick, a one piece form fitting black jumpsuit accentuating every curve, she nods back toward the door.  “I need you, come on, you’ll thank me later.”

Still staring at her outfit, from the obvious silhouettes of her nipples down to the camel toe between the natural slit between her thighs, he sits up, slips the card beneath his pillow.  “Wha… What do you need?”  Barely recognizing his own voice, sounding more like a pre-pub schoolboy, clearing his throat, he tries again.  “What?... What Sis?”

“I just got back from the airport… Picked up someone to spend some time with us.”  A nod as she turns toward the door.  “Come on. I know you’ll want to welcome her.”

Sliding off the edge of the bed, following her swaying butt cheeks up the steps leaving hardly anything left to the imagination, passing through the galley kitchen, the hallway, he waits as she shoves the door open, nods toward the inside the guestroom.  “Bubby, look whose here… And I just got her to change into something more comfortable… For us.”

The provocative backside of a naked girl, a single sleeve bondage glove encasing her arms clear up to just beneath her armpits arching back from her bowed shoulders, the black leather’s tightly snapped shut with a series of silver buckles, her covered hands concealing her butt crease.  Her long brown hair in a single swaying ponytail, her hips, buttocks a little wider then his Sis’, the silhouettes of the rounded mounds of her obviously pendulous breasts sways outward, visible from behind, all in all her curves obviously in all the right places.

“Face us.”  His Sis’ voice firm, the obedience of the girl slow but certain, the bound girl’s brown eyes makes contact, stare hazily toward him from above the black chocker collar as she obediently but sluggishly rotates in the six inch stilettos.  Eyes he hadn’t seen in over a year, he realizes it’s his youngest sister’s even with the bright red ball gag planted deep between her yawning lips.  Her front side virtually naked, her tanned body incredible, breasts jaunting firmly outward with wide spreading areolas, the globular mounds swaying from side to side, appearing much more mature then for a mere nineteen year old, her baby fat’s obviously melted away while she spent the time in Hawaii with her fiancé.

“Don’t look so shocked Bubby; we’ve been in touch for the past few months.”  Stepping beside her kid sister, she adds.  “Sissy’s sure grown up huh?... Anyway she got kinda’ sick, you know, homesick and sick of him… I told her I could fix her up.”  Letting the back of her fingers slide gently upwards across a bare breast, softly downwards across the tip of its responding nub, she cups her sister’s bare melon, gives it a firm squeeze.  “I told her I’d learn her the ropes to working with me… Literally… So, anyway, she agreed and flew in tonight.”  Playing with the firm titflesh with no noticeable resistance, she pinches her kid sister’s cheek, glances back toward her brother.  “Sissy felt kind of cranky from the long flight when she got in, so I fixed her up… Gave her a sedative, you can tell huh?”

Sliding a finger down past Sissy’s belly button as it ripples in response, slowly lower and flicking across the nub of her bare clit, she smiles.  “Just think… The three of us together again and just look what you and me have to work with while I dig in and train her.”  Tweaking the hardening clit, stretching the barely responding nipple simultaneously, she glances up and down at her kid sister’s naked body, back toward her brother.  “Damn, this girl sure does have a rack now doesn’t she, Bubby?… Don’t be shy, feel one of these big tits… You know you want too… Give it a squeeze, they feel like grapefruits… Sissy won’t mind, will you?”  She adds with a giggle along with another twist of the outthrust nipple as she glances again into the glassy eyes.  “Damn, these tits are bigger then mine, I know you’re pretty proud of this body, huh Sissy?”

Another playful glance toward her brother, she adds.  “Come on… She’s going to need to be trained, especially to accept pain like she’s enjoying it, at least until she really does.”  Smacking a breast, watching it bounce, she glances toward the swaying melon, back toward her brother with a beaconing nod.  “Obviously these tits will be the center of attention, but then, her orifices too.”  Reaching down, tweaking, twisting her kid sister’s clit outward, another grin as she forces her to reflexively tiptoe even higher in her stilettos, she again glances toward her brother, adds. “Yea, she’s going to need to learn how to service my clients properly at times to make us successful… That’s where you can help too.”

The sight of both sisters standing close together, one naked and bound, the other’s outfit a second skin, the profundity of what’s happening, being discussed, seems almost overwhelming to him.  Stepping closer, reaching out, cupping the kid sister’s other breast, its firmness surprising considering its fullness overflowing his spreading fingers and thumb, he glances into her remote eyes, unblinking and staring back into his above the drooling ball gag as he senses her torso thrusting slightly outward, forcing her titflesh to flatten into his manipulating grip as their sister pushes her forward with her other hand behind her back.

“Yea Bro… I think the three of us can cover just about any fantasy my clients can come up with.”  He listen’s to his older sister’s sensuous voice explaining her plans as he slides a hand across the younger’s tummy.  “Pain… Pleasure… Threesomes… Just about anything.”  She adds as they both work the barely responding teenage body in front of them.  “And just think, how much pleasure you’ll have practicing our exhibitions before they’re performed for the clients.”

A serious look, eye to eye, she demands.  “You in Bubby?... You ready to help mold her into what I want?... I’ve already lined a place up for us to share if you’re in… It’s perfect, and secluded.”   Squeezing a bare breast, fingernails digging into the base of the bulging titflesh as she twists her wrist back and forth, the first whimper responding from the ballgag and she adds.  “This is serious; Sissy here’s going to feel some real pain… She’ll just have to deal with it ‘till she learns to like… Love it.”  Patting his crotch with her free hand, she smiles.  “Just think Bubby… You can wear her out… Fuck her anytime you want even… And I can teach her to pleasure you in ways you won’t believe.”  Another harsh twist, a louder whimper from the drooling gag in response, she adds.  “I can teach you how to punish this big tittied body… Hurt the right spots till she instantly responds to anything you desire of her to do for you.”

Hesitating, she asks.  “Well?”

Chest pounding, his swirling mind taking in as much as he can absorb even as he massages the naked flesh in front of him, he takes a deep breath himself, overwhelmed with the possibilities, hoping he’s not dreaming as he nods.  “Hell yes!”  

End Part Two……………………………………………………………………..

Below’s another short subject added at the end of a chapter just for fun, with positively nothing to do with the story.  If you care to glance over it, okay, if not that’s okay too.  If you do, picture a cast of guys like dumbed down Soprano characters.  And, don’t look for proper editing; you’ll be really disappointed if you do.

THE PRANK

       Listen up, right?  Now you ain’t going to believe what I’m about to tell you about unless you listen real good, got it?  Now thirty five Grand, large ones, smackers, that’s a stupid amount to pay for a life size sex toy you think, but what the hell, what goods’ the money if you don’t spend it, right?  After all, they claimed they was the closest reproductions ever conceived, I mean get this, with functioning orifices, life like tits, I mean everything’s spot on down to the pouty lips, at least that’s what they claimed on the internet when I first got the idea in my head when I saw them pictures.  I mean these ain’t just those fucking blow up dolls, okay?  So what else could you possibly want for your money?  Okay, I visit this here factory, seeing, feeling the molds, hell more then just feeling the orifices, you get the drift?  Over a dozen variations to choose from, I mean big tits, bigger tits, and faces you’d swear was real.  I mean they got them dolls doing everything but talken’, but hell, that ain’t such a bad idea in itself, right?

       Again, money’s no problem to me and I get this bright idea.  So I make ‘em a deal, okay?  Build me a doll based on my woman, simple enough.  I know a new prototype costs more dough, so what the hell, I bump it up there to fifty K.  Fuck it, sixty if the twat’s the same.   So we agree, same face, same tits, same cunt.  So I get them the dimensions, even pictures of her naked in tanning booths and showers while she don’t know shit ‘bout what’s up, know what I mean?  I want to have a secret friggin twin of her so I have to work real stealthy without her knowing what the hell’s going on, don’t want to piss her off and screw things up and make her think I’m some kind of pervert or something, no way that’ll work.

       So anyway, they make the friggin doll, swear to god it’s her friggin spitting image, right down to the couple discreet private things you don’t talk about to no one, I mean no one, right?  Damn, I mean everything’s just right, like someone from this friggin factory’s humped my old lady before.  Shit, got to get that out of my mind, just the thought pisses me off, the bastards.  Anyway, back to this, this amazing set of coincidences I’m building up too, right?

Let me regress some first, okay?  Now then, I go back to the factory in person and pick up the doll when its finally all done.  Well, its so fucking real I flip them and extra ten large, I mean this doll has it all and then some, okay?  Again dough ain’t shit to me, right?  That’s because I run a waste management company in Jersey, so then I got plenty of dough to spread around, ain’t like I’m starvin’ you know.  I mean this thing even has some sort of heating plant built inside it, set to like 98.6 degrees they tell me, don’t know why that particular number means nothin’, like they can’t get it to an even number for that much dough, anyway, it seems kinda’ hot.  Anyhow, it’s got hair like they picked up my old lady’s off the barber’s floor after getting it cut off, ‘cept of course she don’t go to no barbershops, she’s got class, know what I mean?  She stripped in the fancy joints, chandeliers and stuff like that so she uses one of them faggy stylists, ‘cuse me, I mean alternate lifestyle type guys, that better?   Anyway, even the close crop around her pubes, I mean they got my bitch pegged.  Makes me wonder I tell you, shit!

       Damn, anyway, picking up this doll, I can’t help sitting her in the back of my limo next to me; my friggin chauffer thinks it’s her.  Course, he ain’t really that stupid either, maybe a tad slow, but I knew his mom back when.  Got him off the streets when I gave him his job, okay?  Anyway, his mom was a looker in her day, friendly to me, get the drift?  Now, I don’t forget nothin’, especially where I came from, so I helped ‘em out, I got the dough to do that kind of stuff.  Anyway, before I get distracted, we even drive through one of those hamburger joints as a joke, you know?  A Mac’s, or What’a burger kind of place.  Well, just for kicks, I flip out one of her tits, you know like she’s just sitting next to the open window not knowing her tit’s hanging out, funny huh?  That was actually my idea, you know.

       Well, the cashier girl’s face at the drive-thru window gets all red, and the kid behind her with the headset on filling orders?  Christ, I bet he still has a hard on.  Anyway, I thought it was pretty funny at the time.  Burger was pretty damn good, too.  The fries, that’s a different story, my doll wouldn’t even touch them.  That’s a joke, right?

       Anyway, I got the private glass up between me and the kid driving us back home, you know, its tinted but you can kinda’, sorta’ still make shit out if you stare hard enough.  Anyways, I can’t get the thought out of my head, I mean don’t take this wrong, I don’t think I’m no pervert or nothin’, but I tell ‘ya, I bet your ass, every guy thinks about sticking it in his girl’s pooper once in a while if she’d just let him, am I right or what?

Well, my woman’s got class like I said.  She definitely don’t like no European flair stuff, or is it Greek maybe?  Anyway, the most I ever got to stick anything in her butt was a finger, and she nearly broke it off!  But I’m getting distracted again.  To make a long story short, I got to admit; I go ahead and nail this thing right in her butt, just like she’s my old lady, okay?  Right there on the back seat.  Of course I ain’t exactly stupid, I rolled the window up first, and don’t forget, they’re tinted, okay?  Problem is, I ain’t got nothin’ to compare it too, my finger’s still sore, know what I mean?  Did feel pretty good though, good thing they supply it with that K Y jelly stuff, right?

Anyway, didn’t know what the kid saw, he knows better then to say something stupid though.  If he did I’d… So, back to this friggin’ story.  I got this doll home see, so I hide it away where the little woman ain’t never allowed for obvious reasons, okay?  I mean I dress it up with some of the clothes my woman’s had those classy photos taken in, even a bikini she’d wore on one of our little escapes to the Grand Bahamas when the heat was one, but that’s another story.  Anyway, I swear, with the same pose and everything, there ain’t no frikin’ way no one could tell who was who by just looken’ at those pictures.

Hell, one evening, drinkin’ a little too much, I even snap a couple photos with one of those digital type things, I mean serous shit.  I got this doll naked on her back, my cock in her mouth, and I mean the whole nine inches, okay?  Next, the normal shot between her spread legs before ending up sticking it right in that butthole again, till my balls slapped against it.  Now those where some real pictures, right?  You can bet your ass I kept them hid real good.

Shit, let me think, anyway, yeh, here’s where the story gets strange.  I decide to play a trick on the kid, you know, my chauffeur.  Let me back up a little now.  Okay, I get a little tipsy one afternoon in the back room, we’re talkin, just the two of us at the business, the kid and me in the back room, like I just explained.  We’re kicking back with some serious refreshments.  Well, he kinda’ lets it slip he thought he saw me butt-holing my woman back in the limo that day.  Well, since the kid didn’t run his mouth to no one else, besides like I said, I’d drunk a few too much already; I decides to let it slide, but then again I think he deserves having one put over on him for smarten off, so I tell him I’ve been warned she’s kinda’ got the hots for him, to be careful, keep an eye out, you know?

Now, this scares the shit out of the kid, right?  I mean, we’re alone and I’m fronting him about my old lady, right?  Shit, now in real life a bullet to the head and concrete boots are on the short list, know what I mean?  Well, that ain’t the end of the joke, okay?  I got a thing about taking some jokes a little too far, well, this one’s a doozy.  I tell him I’m pissed at her, not him. Okay?  He still seems kinda’ scared, and for good reason.  Well, pushin’ it a little further, I tell him she needs to learn her place, to be brought down a notch or two, and I want him to help me, being I like the kid, and of course his mom too.

Anyway, this stuff just kept poppen’ right into my head while I was talken’, no shit.  So, I tell him I’m going to sedate her ass that afternoon when I go home, for him to tie her up and fuck her brains out later, I mean the whole nine yards, pooper and all, right?  Well, his friggin eyes looks like saucers, so I can’t help shoveling more shit.  I tell him to give her a real good workout, I mean whips and chains too, really work her over for like maybe the whole night, give it to her real good for embarrassing me in front of the guys with her indiscretions.  The look on the kid’s face, I mean this is some funny shit, you shoulda’ been there I tell ye, he was shitting bricks, especially when I’m emphasizing he don’t need to fuck it up or I’ll really get pissed at him too.

Well, he ain’t got no choice; he has to go along with this shit he thinks.  Me, I know the old lady’s outa’ town for a couple more days, so I figure toss the doll on a bed in the pool house guest bedroom, you know, with one of those fancy workout rooms to boot with all the mirrors and shit to flex your muscles and admire yourself while downing a few cold ones.  Have him sneak in and tie her up and do his shit to her.  Well, obviously it’s gonna’ be funny as shit when he realizes it’s a friggin doll, right?  And, he ain’t gonna be humpin’ my woman after all, just look like a fool in front of the guys when they hear he was friggen’ dupped.

Anyway, to get him all worked up, leery about what he’s gota’ do, I kinda’ emphasize I want him to smack her around, maybe work her tits over; you know do some bondage shit around the exercise equipment.  Now as drunk as I was getting, this was becoming some real funny shit to me, okay?  And knowing my woman’s not going to be back for a couple days, like I said, I can’t wait to bust his balls in front of the guys for abusing a friggin’ doll; at least starting too, before he realizes it ain’t really my woman, like in the limo that day.

Well, headin’ home, putting the doll on the bed, even covering it with a sheet, I can’t wait for him to realize he’s been had.  Checking my Rolex, yea, this one right here, like it?  Like I said, I got the dough to buy shit like this, anyway I see he’s going to be here in a couple hours so I go to get a few of the guys, let them in on this master plan of mine I got while I’m friggen’ half sauced.  Plans always seem better then, know what I mean?

Well, now here’s where it really gets strange.  A cold one leading to a few after rounding them up, me and the guys getting a little tipsy in one of our favorite refreshment center’s back room, so of course we forget the time.  Finally one of my brighter guys brings it to my attention that the kid’s been at my house for at least a couple hours, if he’s still there.

Holy shit, I think to myself, he’s friggin’ gone and we ain’t got to see his face.  Damn, that’ll be the best part too, watching him running from the house or something scared to death or embarrassed as hell.  Either way, we pile in my car, it’s a big Caddy, got those big ass gangster wheels, costs a bunch but who gives a shit, right?  It looks good.  We head to my palatial estate, see his car’s still parked in the circular drive.  Parking ourselves, tiptoeing toward the side of the pool house like a bunch of drunk frat kids, glancing in, the dumb ass kid’s working this doll over, for Christ sake.

I can’t fucking believe it.  Damn, the guys are giggling behind my back, a couple actually snickering to my face as he’s got my sixty friggin’ grand doll strung up by her tits fucken’ her pooper while whipping it all over with a crop, like a horse riding thing.  I mean he’s even naked himself except for his BVDs and a stupid fucken’ gold chain around his neck.  This silly bastard’s going at it, really humpin’ away.  I mean he’s sweaten’, and really abusing my doll in there.  Like I said money ain’t shit, but sixty large, that’s not  just a small amount for someone to be stupid enough to be fuckin’ a friggin doll and beaten on it to boot.  Half trotting, half running, knowing the guys are still snickering behind me and not just at his dumb ass inside, I slam open the door nearly braking its glass, yell at him.

Hey!  What the fuck?  You stupid, I scream, almost forgetting I know his mom and I’m taking care of ‘em.  His eyes, those big saucers again, he stutters, shrugs as he steps away from the mess he’s creating.  My other guys, they got tears running down their cheeks, I mean I bet someone was pissing his pants on my account when I’m swinging my arm back and forth like I’m crazy or something, motioning the sweaty kid to get his ass over to me.  Feeling my face flushing, seeing my doll all fucked up, I try to ask in my most reasonable tone.  You fucken’ crazy kid?  Didn’t you know something was wrong as soon as you flipped the friggen’ sheet off that thing back in the bedroom?

Well, here’s the friggen’ coincidence.  He stutters, stammers and says I… I didn’t.  Again my guys already got me pissed off at them too, they’re fucking rolling on the floor behind me, thinking this is all so funny which really has me hot so I grab his friggen’ chain, jerk his chin up against mine as I give him that stare when I’m really hacked off.  Well, taking a deep breath to calm down some in front of my guys, I says, course you didn’t you dumbass; my tone now not so pleasant, spewing spit, I says, you idiot you’re still fucking it!  Feeling that vein throbbing on the side of my forehead, I mean I’m more then just kinda’ upset. The fucking factory’s going to look at me like I’m a mad man when I ship that doll back to get it fixed.

Anyway, it ain’t over yet.  Now, now here’s the punch line.  I push him away, damn near breaking that fucking chain.  Nearly falling down, the kid’s almost pissing himself as he stutters, tells me, no, no, that he didn’t make it to the bedroom.  Me, I’m standing there, the giggles behind me all a sudden not so fucking loud, so my vein’s pounding in my head, I can feel it, so I says what the fuck you mean you didn’t make it to the friggen’ bedroom?  There’s the fucken’ doll, I point, It didn’t walk there on its own.  Shaking his head, glancing at the doll, back at me, at the doll again, he stutters, mumbles something about my old lady was just getting out of a cab when he got here, so, so he smacked her upside the head and dragged her into this here pool house, and now’s doing what I wanted him to do with her. 

Oh Shit!

Finis  

TABBOO

Part Three

Chapter One

       Well into the evening, stripped naked, contorting, twisting in the tight rope bindings with her breasts thrusting obscenely outward, her globular melons virtually spread out in opposite directions as they sway above her hollowing ribcage, the clamped nipples jiggling with the serrated clothespins clipped deeply across the engorged nubs.  Whimpering, whining, a tear tracing down a cheek, dripping across her flattened sternum, her swollen eyes gaze back and forth from one aching breast to the other standing out beneath her chin as she grunts through the oversized bright red ‘O’ ring crammed between her yawning jaws.

       Saliva mixing with a tear or two streaking down across her naked flesh, its trail glistening down past her flexing belly button, traces across her shaven pubic area, drips from the puffy folds of her bare labium.  Standing precariously on the makeshift crate, legs slightly spread, a semi-lax white rope dangles between her encircled ankles.  Calves aching, tiptoeing with her heels raised above a few scattered carpet tacks tossed haphazardly across the wooden surface beneath her bare feet, she struggles to maintain her balance as her nude flesh glistens under the lone bright bulb swaying from the garage’s rafter as the side door swings open.

       “Well Bubby, We’ve already begun without you… I’ve already spanked her pussy good and hard and started on her tits.”  His older sister smiles, herself practically naked, wearing just her brief bikini thong, its strap disappearing between her but cheeks.  “I’ve got Sissy’s big ‘ol titties really pushed out there for us now, don’t I?”  Cupping her own breasts, her nipples hard, thick as her fingers glide seductively across her own substantial mounds, she nods toward her sister.  “Those clothespins have been on her nipples for quite awhile now… Like how they look nice and deep like that?”

       Closing the garage’s side door as he finally returns from work, a frustrating couple hours of overtime necessary to be allowed a couple vacation days for the next two days, stepping beside the crate, between the girls, he just silently nods at his older sister’s comments, almost dumbfounded by the sight of the pair, both practically naked, his kid sister bound up on the crate, her bare tits forced to jaunt firmly out and appearing even larger if possible then her sister’s.  And, the sight of the jiggling clothespins burrowing so deeply into her puffy nipples just adds to his eager response, the swelling in his trousers.

Checking the bindings across his kid sister’s elbows, impressed by the way they’re forced to flatten together, also checking her wrists bound tight above her curling fingers, reaching up toward her impossibly contorted shoulders forced to arch back seemingly on the verge of dislocating, he finds himself eye level with her pendulous breasts jaunting apart and straight outward as he twists her towards her nude body more toward him.  The pair of wooden clips just inches from his face while being spread painfully apart by her engorged tit flesh, the tips of the clamps pressing harshly into the thick nubs of her jiggling nipples, the sight’s erotic, and even better, obviously quite uncomfortable.

       ‘’Let’s give that tight little cunt of hers something to distract some of her attention from those cantaloupes she calls tits, bro… Spread Sissy’s cuntlips apart… Let me get too that adorable little clit of hers hiding in there… Oh, and now that we’re starting our little company, you guys can go ahead and get used to just calling me by my professional name, Tabboo from now on, okay?”  Glancing toward her brother, she adds.  “I think Sissy will do just fine for the kid… You?... Take a couple days and we’ll figure something out.”

Unable to resist resting a cupped hand on a firm, bare breast, toying with, slightly flexing the squeaking clothespin between finger and thumb, he reaches down with his free hand, spreads the smooth folds of his little sister’s parting cuntlips.  Melding the incredibly firm titflesh with one hand as he tautly spreads the vaginal area with his other, he watches what appears to be a tiny rubber band being stretched, slipped across the protruding nub by Tabboo’s long, dark fingernails.  The brightly coated nails pinching, stretching the band, forcing it further across the tiny mound of glistening flesh, he listens to his kid sister’s escalating whimpers, feels her bare breast twisting in his grip as her naked body trembles.

       “Oomph!... Uumph!”

Rasping grunts as the band ‘snaps’ as it’s released, the nub instantly swelling, enveloping the small ring of elastic rubber, he steps back a step, stares toward his younger sister’s knees bowing inward, her naked body noticeably trembling above him on the crate as she leans forward, her breasts hanging down, swaying back and forth as a line of drool dangles from the mouth gag.

       “Now then… A few more minutes and Sissy will think her little cunt’s on fire too… It’ll be worse then those clamps on those tits even. ”  Tabboo smiles as she glides her fingers across her sister’s swaying mounds, flicks the taut wooden pins as she glances up into the now welling eyes, smirks.  “A while longer, then we’ll take these nasty pins off these titties… I’ve got something else in store for them after these nipples get good and tender, okay Sissy?

       Glancing toward her brother, slowly flipping both clips downward with her thumbs, watching her sister’s nubs painfully twist as she briefly holds them down against the thrust out titflesh, she giggles, releases the pins, watches them spring back upwards, both nipples jiggling beneath the jerking clamps’ prongs.

       “Aaaaggghhhh!... Oooommmpphhh!”

       More then just grunts, rocking on the balls of her feet, a couple tacks adhering to the bottoms of her heels, Sissy’s naked body twists as she continues to try to maintain her balance on her toes.  Tears streaking down her cheeks, saliva tracing between her breasts while she too glances toward her brother, her pleading look’s obvious as she squirms above the creaking crate.

       “Looks like Sissy wants you to help her out, Bubby.”  Another sadistic smile, tweaking a clip again causing another grunt, she glances toward him.  “Go ahead I guess… Have some fun with her… Squeeze her tits till the pins pop off those nipples… Then maybe she’ll quit whining so much for now.”

       Not hesitating, stepping in front of the crate, reaching up, cupping both breasts while glancing back into his kid sister’s welling eyes staring back at him, he senses the paradox of such softness, yet firmness of the globular grapefruit sized mounds being melded in his fingertips.  Squeezing, twisting back and forth, ignoring her pleading eyes, pathetic grunts, he watches at eye level at the clamp’s tongs springing partially open, shutting closed again as her titflesh bulges between his spreading fingers, thumbs.

       “Oomph!... Huuumppphhh!”

       Having her leaning forward once again with her knees pressing together, saliva drooling from her spread lips, he watches the wooden pins continue flexing.   Stroking her bare breasts back and forth like milking them, feeling the youthful fullness, he watches the clamps jiggling under the applied pressure while sporadically sliding slowly outward across the swollen nubs of her discolored nipples as the ends of the tongs flex open, spring closed under the pressure of his manipulating fingers, thumbs.  More moans mingling with a loud grunt or two, tears streaming as the tongs of the flexing pins work their way painfully outward, dig agonizingly deeper into the very tips of her tortured tit flesh, he firmly grips, squeezes the bases of both breasts, twisting forcefully inward toward her thrust out sternum as one, then the other pin ‘plops’ free, leaving their obvious indentations in her tortured flesh.

       “Aaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!”

       “Damn bro.”  Cupping her own breasts, watching the clamps hit the floor, Tabboo takes a deep breath, rubs back and forth across her nipples as she watches her kid sister squirm.  “That had to hurt like hell… Good job though, there’s people who’ll be really interested to watch something like that… Anyway, get her down and face her toward me.”

Again without hesitation he follows her instructions, reaches up and helps her step down after brushing a couple of the tacks away from the soles of her feet and unties a rope from her ankle.  Still infatuated with her bouncing breasts, her glistening naked body in general, he turns her toward Tabboo as she positions herself.

“Sissy’s always been proud of her titties.”  Tabboo smirks.  “Even before they fully bloomed like they are now.”  Reaching out, gripping a breast, glancing into her kid sister’s swollen eyes, she continues.  “ Ain’t I right Sissy?... Then again she was jealous of mine for a long time, huh?”  Tweaking a nipple, cupping the other breast, bouncing it, weighing it in a palm of a hand, she adds.  “Yea, she used to mess with my favorite bras, slip her little boobies in them and pose in front of the mirror… A little cotton didn’t hurt either so she could let the boys think she had a rack like mine when she’d actually sneak a bra from my drawer and keep it for herself.”

Motioning toward her brother, pinching, tugging both her sister’s nipples simultaneously, she grins.  “Different story now though… She’s got these big ‘ol titties now… Looks like they might even be bigger then mine, huh bro?”  Pushing her own breasts outward, giving her sister’s a playful smack; she turns, thrusts her shoulders back mimicking her sister’s.  “Until I do this that is… So… What cha’ think bro?... Which rack you like the most?... Give us both a squeeze… Compare ‘em.”

Glancing from one set of breasts to the other as the girls stand side by side, feeling his cock pulsing, reaching both hands slowly outward, gripping, melding a breast of each sister, the soft flesh so similar, his kid sister’s maybe just a little fuller, his older sister’s possibly a tad firmer, he lets his fingers sink into the rounded mounds, his thumbs tracing across the nubs of their nipples.

“What’s the matter?... Hard time choosing, huh?”

Again ignoring Tabboo’s teasing question as he squeezes, twists, melds the bare breasts, he feels the crotch of his trousers stretching, his cock throbbing.

“I’ve got an idea… Drop your pants… Let that cock stick out there for me.”  Tabboo again firmly speaking, reaching up, gripping, slipping his hand from her breast, she continues.  “Let Sissy kneel down in front of you while I step behind her.”  Glancing toward her kid sister, reaching over, gripping, sliding his other hand from her breast, she orders.  “Go ahead… Kneel down in front of Bubby… Now!”

Glancing toward her older sister, her brother, bending a knee, her breasts bobbing as her shoulders arch back in the single sleeve bondage glove, she hesitantly obeys, kneels on the floor facing him as Tabboo steps behind her.

Stepping behind, unfastening the mouth gag, slipping it from her kid sister’s lips, Tabboo sternly orders.  “Keep that mouth open girl… Eyes too… And don’t say a word or these clamps will be right back on those aching nipples of yours for at least another hour.”  Cupping her sister’s breasts glancing toward her brother, she grins.  “Slap that cock right here between these titties… I’m going to jack you off with ‘em ‘till you cum on her tits… Maybe her face too and if you’ve got a big enough load, ramming it down her throat for her to swallow.”

Hearing a shallow groan from his kid sister, her breasts jaunting outward in Tabboo’s spread hands, he feels his warm meat slap across her pressed together breasts, watches Tabboo’s fingers melding the bulging titflesh, the foreskin of his cock stroking back and forth as he sees her arched back shoved forward, her body pulled back by her squeezed jugs, back and forth, his cock stroking in and out of her manipulated breasts as he begins flexing his hips in rhythm, his older sister’s fingers squeezing, nails digging into the globular mounds pushing against his thighs.

“Fuck these titties Bubby… Just feel her tits stroking that big cock of yours… Fuck her… Fuck our little kid sister’s tits for me… then cum all over her.”

Again Tabboo’s sultry voice ringing in his ears, the sensations of titty fucking his kid sister, feeling his cock pulsing, his knees trembling, glancing into her hazed eyes staring down between her bulging breasts, saliva drooling from her parted lips, he feels the rumble in the pit of his stomach, his cock throbbing, gushing, a thick wad of cum shooting between the squeezed melons.

“Yes… Oh yes Bubby… Keep squirting… In her eyes too.”

The rasping voice of his older sister playing along, feeling her fingers also gripping his cock, jerking the crown upward, another pulsing spurt across his younger sister’s nose, across her eyebrows as Tabboo jerks Sissy’s head back while still stroking, milking his throbbing shaft, the swollen knob being pressed against the yawning lips, grinding past the spread teeth, ramming past her flattening tongue, into her gagging throat, he unloads another, and another spurt of hot cum.  Groaning, reaching down with both hands, gripping his kid sister’s ears, he tugs forward as his cock borrows inward, his scrotum slapping across her chin.

“Ooomph!”  Grunting, hearing the gurgling sounds, feeling her curling tongue, her reflexive throat convulsions, he grunts again, arches his hips back, withdraws his throbbing cock.  Cum drooling from his cock to her lips, dripping across her full breasts, jiggling nipples, he steps back a step, hears the rasping of his kid sister’s stifled breaths.

“Nice titty fuck, huh bro?”  Again Tabboo’s sultry voice as he glances down toward her fingers pressing across, melding the glistening titflesh of his younger sister’s, watching Tabboo massage his cum into the bare flesh, reach up, swipe across their kid sister’s cheeks, eyes, harshly stuff a couple soaked fingers between her still parted lips, again forcing a gurgle as she smirks while stuffing the mouth gag back in place.  “Let’s clean her up… Oh, maybe we should slip that band off her clit, too… Then again, maybe not ‘till after she showers… Say, want to stick your cock in her cunt just one time bro, maybe a long, slow thrust just for kicks, to see how it fits?... Think you can get it up again?”

Feeling the instant adrenaline, watching as Tabboo reaches down, forces his kid sister to stand, her thighs to spread apart in front of him, seeing her swollen nub between her gapping labium, he watches as Tabboo grips the back of his younger sister’s hair, drags her head back, orders.  “Come on if you can do it again… One firm thrust into her tight cunt, okay?”

Eagerly stepping in front of his kid sister’s naked body, her breasts jaunting erotically upward as her back arches even further back in Tabboo’s tight grip, he senses his cock almost instantly swelling; standing upright as he grips its shaft, presses his hips forward as he centers the hardening crown between her spreading cuntlips.  Feeling the moistness, then the firmness, pressing the crown past the engorged nub with the tight rubberband burrowed into its pinkish flesh, his foreskin stretching, her vaginal walls tightly gripping every inch of his shaft as he plunges slowly inward, he feels her body trembling, sees her bruised nipples jiggling, her breasts bouncing toward her armpits as she groans through the drooling mouth gag.

Reaching out, cupping, grabbing the pendulous mounds above her hollowing ribcage, thrusting his hips forward, he senses her tiptoeing, her knees quivering while his fingers, thumbs tighten in his grip, his thighs ramming against hers.  Standing stiff legged, his scrotum swaying, slapping between her inner thighs, he feels himself completely immerged between her quivering legs.

“Ooomph!... Aaaggghhh!”

Her painful squeals, a giggle from Tabboo, he senses his once again throbbing cock pressing against her pubic bone, the top of his shaft hoisting her upwards as he hangs onto her bulging breasts, feels his cock pulsing, encased in her stretching vagina, its swollen crown pressing against her womb.

“Okay Bubby… That’s enough… Looks like you can even hurt her with that thing… Good job.”

Her older sister’s voice almost amusing, feeling his kid sister being dragged back, her moist vagina stretching as it slowly releases his cock, he hesitates, momentarily thinks of thrusting in again as the crown of his shaft ‘plops’ free.

“Time to give her a shower, my style.”  Tabboo smirks.  “Then it’s off to the bedroom to remove that tight little band digging into her clit.”

The quick stroll by the three of them to the bathroom, his bound kid sister seemingly almost resigned to the blatantly sadistic treatment of their sister, yet having to admit the entire scenario’s more then his wildest dreams, literally, he watches from the doorway of the bathroom for the next few minutes as the ice cold, steaming, then ice cold and yet again streaming shower cascades across her virtually naked body as she’s forced to turn, bend over, thrust her breasts outward as the shower’s knobs are manipulated.  The pain of the elastic band burrowed deep into her engorged clit’s also obvious as she reflexively hunches, presses her thighs together with each movement as the wet bondage sleeve keeps her shoulders arched back.

       “Grab that towel, Bubby…  Hand it to me.”  Tabboo orders.  “I’ll dry her off and take her back to my room to chew that ring off her clit, be done with her for the day… You go get your rest… We’ll start bright and early with her tomorrow… You got the time off, right?”

Flipping her the white terrycloth towel, a nod, a final glance at his sisters, he almost frustratingly turns down the hallway, toward the steps down to his bedroom.  Shutting the door, lying on his back across his bed, he listens to the footsteps across the above hallway, the bedroom door above him closing.

The creaking of the bed from above, groans, moans, an occasional painful shriek, he can envision his older sister literally nibbling, chewing the ‘O’ ring from his kid sister’s cunt for the next few minutes.  The thought of the two of them naked on the bed, their bodies curled across one another’s, he slowly strokes himself imagining having the pair of them at the same time, but better yet, with both bound, to use together as he wants.

End Part Three

      

       

TABBOO

Part Four

A crop lashing and an offer.

Chapter One

       Face to face with each other, both wet and naked, both with their crossed arms harshly bound behind their bowing backs, their rock hard nipples the size of quarters brushing back and forth across one another’s from their symmetrically round mounds the size of grapefruits tightly tied with slender nylon ropes disappearing against their outthrust breastbones.  Both with red ball gags stuffed between their spread lips, both with their dark hair tightly braided in single tails swaying behind their arched backs, they tiptoe on the balls of their feet to relieve the pressure of the stretching ropes reaching toward the ceiling of the garage rafters from their up-stretched breasts.

       Twisting, slowly turning the nozzle to the hose off, stepping beside the drenched pair, watching the water streaking off their bare breasts, dripping from between their freshly shaven pubic areas, he gives a harsh smack across his older sister’s round rump.

‘Smack!’  A grunt, her breasts flattening against her sister’s, she continues to tiptoe as her naked body twists, straightens out.

‘Smack!’  The younger sister grunting, her fingers interlocking behind her back as the red palm print instantaneously rises across her pushed out butt cheek, she too twists on her tiptoes as her breasts flatten into her sister’s.

Stepping around them in a slow deliberate arc, watching their virtually matching bodies trembling, their hollowing stomachs flexing as even their quivering thighs press together while they simultaneously tiptoe as their breasts grind together, he’s impressed at just how similar they are, from the conspicuous gaps between their upper thighs to their incredibly large but naturally firm breasts.  Even with the few years’ difference in their age, they’d nearly pass as identical twins.

Having them both, their tanned bodies completely naked and bound face to face, his to do with as he desires, he feels the pulsing sensation between his own legs as he slips his hands between their pressing bodies, slides a thumb between each girl’s thighs, probes inward past the moist cuntlips, jams upward until the web of his hands presses across their swollen clits as he clenches his fingers shut across the pulsing nubs.  Moans, grunts from their bright red mouth gags as they’re forced to tiptoe ever higher, sliding his hands away, stepping back, retrieving a skewer from the shelf across the back wall, stepping back between the pair of now wide eyed sisters still grunting, shaking their heads back and forth, he cups the younger girl’s breast, squeezes, watches the dark areola bulge with a bead of moisture dripping from the thickening nub.

Smiling to himself, slipping his fingers away, cupping his older sister’s bare breast, glancing into her staring, almost squinting eyes as she grunts, shakes her head back and forth, he again squeezes, watches her titflesh bulge, the nipple swell as he probes the sharp point against the edge of the thick nub drawing a tinge of blood dripping across his tightening fingers.  A harsh grunt from her gag, a jerk of her naked body as the tip of the skewer disappears, glides firmly into her titflesh, he hears the ropes creaking, tugging at the ceiling’s rafter.

Jerking awake to the sounds of the creaking ceiling, the shuffling bed scraping the floor above him along with the obvious grunts of his kid sister as the snapping of leather striking bare flesh mixes with the rest of the sounds, he lies back against the pillow, another fantasy cut short, just a dream once again.  His cock hard and throbbing in his grip, he gazes toward the vibrating ceiling as he lies on his back naked, strokes, listens as he can only imagine the sight of what’s happening upstairs.

The latest dream so real, so vivid, the picture burnt in his mind of both sisters bond and at his mercy, he slides out of bed, leaves the room to softly climb the stairs toward the hallway.  A quiet turn, stopping, kneeling in front of the keyhole as the whimpers become even louder, the leather snapping across what must be damp flesh continuing to reverberate time and again, he stares into the black hole, covered now, the room concealed.

Nearing frustration, building up the nerve, finally tapping on the door, taping on it a second time just a little louder, the sound of the whipping ceases as he hears the footsteps approaching, the knob turning.  The door slowly opening a few inches, his older sister glancing out, her face glistening with perspiration, hair mussed with her matted bangs clinging to her forehead, he sees the gleam in her piercing eyes, a slow nod and the door swinging open as she steps aside, splendidly naked herself.

Glancing toward the bed, his eyes becoming instantly transfixed on his kid sister, she’s virtually naked and contorting in practically a full arch on her back side.  Her arms drawn behind and down between her curled and spread legs, he sees her wrists are tied with a rope stretching down between the crease of her butt cheeks and toward the bottom of the bed.  Her ankles hoisted up to either side of her waist, bound and stretched in ropes toward the headboard, her bent knees spread wide while bound to the sides of the mattress.

Her beleaguered nude body appearing to sporadically spasm, reddish stripes crisscrossing her torso from her ribcage to her shoulders, layers of welts covers her spreading breasts, the bruised nipples jiggling, pointing upwards toward the ceiling.  Feeling his older sister’s fingers flittering across his cock, glancing toward her, her nude body shimmering, her stomach flexing with each forced breath as perspiration drips from her own breasts, he sees her grin, the gleam in her piercing eyes as she glances back toward their kid sister.

“Like…… The… Welts?”

Hearing her voice, a hint of exhaustion, glancing closer toward the globular mounds jiggling above his kid sister’s torso, he’s struck by the bruising, the welts, the discolored layers of whip marks crisscrossing the firm flesh.

“This… Riding…… Crop… Did that.”

Again the voice forced, seeing the crop held up in front of his face, the willowy leather glistening, the black crop tinged with a light crimson coating, he realizes the severity of his kid sister’s flogging, what was being used.

“Her tits… Will be sore for a… Week.”

Glancing into his older sister’s eyes again, the piercing expression, the sadistic satisfaction obvious, he can hear the moans in the background, see the contortions on the bed as his kid sister appears to feebly struggle in her bindings.

“Her cunt now… It’s next… Bubby.”  He listens as the fingers tighten across his pulsing shaft; begin softly stroking back and forth.  “You like the way I’ve got her looking now… The way I’ve worked those titties standing up there, huh?... Come, take a closer look.”

Feeling himself being passively led by his cock, submissively stepping toward the bed as he feels the fingernails digging into his foreskin as they halt near the foot of the mattress, he can’t ignore the bruised, reddened breasts standing above his kid sister’s arched torso even as he gets a closer look between her spread thighs, the glistening wet flesh virtually hairless, not yet touched by the lash, her pronounced labium spreading, visibly twitching, exposing her moist clit already appearing engorged.  Sensing his cock being firmly stroked, listening to the pathetic groans through the mouth gag, noticing the crop being handed to him, he grips it, holds it upright, glances at the tinged leather.

“God Bubby… You just don’t know how it feels to whip a naked body like hers… Those big, firm tits… She’s lucky really though… I just couldn’t stop working that rack of hers ‘til I heard you tapping on the door.”

Feeling his shaft being stroked just a little firmer back and forth, fingernails digging into the crown of his cock, squeezing some more, stroking a little deeper, staring at his sister on the bed, he feels his older sister’s damp breasts pressing across his shoulder.  Her free hand sliding up across his chest, his pecks, a fingernail and thumbnail tweaking a nipple, twisting, tugging in sequence with his throbbing cock, he senses the crop flexing back and forth in his grip.

“Wanna’ whip her cunt now Bubby?... Her pussy for awhile?”  He hears her voice, still not back to normal breathing, still raspy.  “Wann’a see how it’ll feel… To flick that leather crop a few times…  Across her bare flesh?... Flatten her clit?”

Glancing into her eyes as she speaks, almost a haze covering the dark pupils now even as she seems to arch her shoulders back, shove her own firm melons outward, his eyes dart down toward her hard nipples, jiggling on the swaying breasts being rubbed against his bare flesh.

“Do it real good.”  She rasps, leaning over and licking his earlobe.  “Hurt her… Whip that cunt of hers with that crop real good and I might let you fuck me like you know you want too… Mount me while I squat right above her face and sit on it while you pound me… Then you can shoot your loud in her mouth when you cum… Okay?”

The swirling in the pit of his stomach, his cock throbbing, he flicks the crop back and forth in mid air, finally lets the tip rest across his older sister’s nipple.  Staring into her eyes, feeling her hand tighten across his cock, become virtually motionless, as much as his kid sister’s spread thighs are so inviting, knowing her swollen breasts are already so heavily bruised they probably shouldn’t whipped any more, he can’t help whispering.  “Sis… That’s… That’s great… Yes… But… But I… I’d rather give a few lashes across those titties.”

The sound of his own voice surprising even to him, the desire to whip his kid sister’s already battered breasts almost overpowering to him, even more then her spread vagina, the look in the older sister’s eyes staring straight back into his, he hesitates, feels the steady pulsing in her breast of her heartbeat through the leather shaft.  Sensing her reaching up with her free hand, her fingers gripping the crop just below her nipple, he sees the hint of maybe a smile, then again maybe a smirk as she glances toward the bed, back toward him, bends the tip of the crop outward, lets it bow into a semi-circle, releases it, lets it ‘smack’ across the nub of her own nipple.

‘Thwack!’

“That’s not possible with Sissy… Hers can’t take any more for awhile.”  She grunts as her nipple jiggles, noticeably reddens.  “But, if it’s titties you want to work over… You can, but with a price to pay for that to happen, Bubby… Tit for tat, so to speak.”  Her voice reeking of authority, yet not discarding his offer, she firmly squeezes his cock with one hand, the tip of the crop with the other as she again bows the tip even further back while she rasps with a smile.  “These titties can feel this lash by your hand… But then… Then later on……..”  A firm grip and squeeze of his throbbing shaft, a stare directly into his eyes as she twists and tugs, she offers.  “This here just might have to feel the crop by my hand in return.”

‘Thwack!’

Releasing the flexing leather tip a second time, her nipple again flattening beneath the glistening crop, she visibly twitches as she presses her fingernails into the foreskin of his throbbing cock, pinches.  That sullen stare, she whispers.  “Lash for lash, bro…What do you say?”

Seeing the swelling nub redden, her breasts otherwise untouched to this point, both pendulous mounds jaunting upright above her slender waist, he also feels the steady pumping, milking of his pulsing cock being manipulated between her clenching fingers and thumb.

“Your choice Bubby… What’ll it be?” Reaching out, scooping the crop from his hand, she takes a short step toward the middle of the bed, glances into his eyes.  “Just think.”

‘Thwack!’

A light tap across her sister’s left nipple, a grunt from the mouth gag, she turns, nods.  “That could be my tit… You could be whipping it right now.”

‘Thwack!’

A little harsher, another grunt, the right breast bouncing, she again glances toward her brother, mutters.  “I guess a few more won’t cause much more damage to Sissy’s titties, huh?”

‘Thwack!....... Thwack!”

Left breast, right breast, guttural moans, grunts from the mouth gag, the naked breasts bouncing, swaying as the jiggling nipples discolor to an even darker shade of purple, she again glances toward her brother.  “Well bro… A couple more and we’re done for the evening unless…”

‘Thwack!............ Thwack!’  A pair of harsh, resounding lashings, the young girl’s body arching as saliva spews from her yawning lips, her grunts unintelligible, the older sister still stroking his cock with her other hand smiles toward the minoot crimson beading across the outthrust melons as they bounce, sway above her kid sister’s arching torso.

Knees quivering, the deep swirling in the pit of his stomach, his thick shaft throbbing, the painful curling of the flexing nails digging into his foreskin stretching his shaft in cadence with the lashings, shoving back, tugging again in rapid succession, he finds himself just grunting as he watches the beating.

“If you want, you can whip my tits now instead of hers…  I’ll whip this cock sometime later… Maybe with the two of you bound together… Maybe while you’re fucking her even.”  She smirks, leans over, laps her tongue across his ear again while she tugs him beside the bed as his body trembles, his cock pulses, squirts, spurts, splashes across the side of his kid sister’s face.  Pumping, milking, stroking with a firm grip, smiling as the crop bounces across the floor, she drops her free hand, digs her thumb and fingernail into the swollen crown of his still twitching cock as she stretches it.

“That’s it Bubby.”  She grunts as she smears his cock across her sister’s cheek, eyes.  “Cum on her face… Shoot that jissum all over her… That’s it… Yea.”

End Part Four

  

  

 

       

TABBOO

Part Five

The Older sister finally has the tables turned

Sprawled across the bed face down, home late after a night of partying, having just fallen asleep in the wee hours of the morning, she’s arched out spread-eagled, lying across the stack of ruffled pillows.  She’s practically naked as her brother slips from the closet out of the darkness, snaps the draw-tight across her wrists, flips her briskly onto her backside, immediately jams a gag in her mouth, the cloth hood down over her head covering her face. Her ordeal’s taken barely seconds to commence, and just minutes before she’s bound and naked, arched out in front of him blindfolded and secured to a post, virtually defenseless to his whims.

She’s teased him enough, he thinks to himself, now it’s time to act out one of his many fantasies with her since she enjoys flaunting herself, doing whatever and whoever she wants, now its time for her to find out who’s boss.  Seeing her naked, spread-eagled on her knees in front of him, he watches those big breasts sway, bounce as she struggles to free herself, grunting, gyrating in the tight bindings.

‘Thwack!’  The sound of leather dances across her bare flesh once, twice in rapid succession.  ‘Thwack!’

       “Humph!.... Ooooohhhh!”  Her voice shrill, almost defiant as she’s fully alert to the pain,  her verbal responses simultaneous with the sounds of leather smacking across her naked skin seems like music to his ears.  Seeing her struggle, grunt and grown as her nude body twists and turns in the ropes, he smiles to himself while focusing on her swaying, jiggling breasts he’s so infatuated with hurting.  Taking a breath, the adrenalin flowing, he’s waited, planned about having her like this for so long, he’s actually nervous about the consequences when he’s done.

Then again, everything’s perfect at this very moment as he allows the whip to dangle as he stares toward her reddening breast, even better then in his escalating dreams, the fantasies so overwhelming to him for so long.  Yes, this time he smiles to himself, it is perfect, because this time, it’s all for real, her naked body right there in front of him squirming in her bondage, a couple fresh red welts already standing out on one of those incredible melons jaunting out to be serviced by the flicking leather crop so tightly grasped in his clenching fist.  Momentarily lowering the flexing whip, waiting for her grunts to subside, stepping toward the other side of the podium; he eyes that quivering breast, its jiggling nipple, again flicks the willowy crop back and forth in his hand lining it up just so, then not so lightly flicking it across her heaving chest, backhanded, then forehanded flattening that areola a couple times in quick succession.

‘Thwack… Thwack!’

“Huuummpphh!”  Her anticipated verbal responses continue to just add to her visual gyrations.  “Aaaggghh!”

Again, so satisfying, intoxicating he thinks to himself as he lowers the crop, stares at her bound body, those bobbing breasts already beginning to glisten with perspiration.  The short chrome pole in the center of the room gleaming behind her, its vertical crossbar covered in contoured black foam padding pressing across the back of her arching shoulders, he again repositions himself off to her other side.

Being forced to kneel, bow forward with arms bound to the bar, the black silk mask loosely covering her head concealing her face, the only orifice in the mask is the double stitched oval slit compressing so tightly around her perched lips circling the ball gag.  Arms tautly outstretched at shoulder level, both forearms tied off just below the elbows with black nylon rope attached to eyelets on either end of the crossbar, the ends of her hair flutter down from beneath the mask, the dark tangled strands curling randomly behind her arching shoulders bowing her chest outward, now sporting the mounting series of fresh whip marks, discoloring welts.

Listening to her mumbling through the stretched slit, obviously perplexed even while bordering on exhaustion, her angered grunts with each labored breath, he’s certain she knows who’s responsible for her humiliating torment.  Nostrils sucking in, expanding the stretching material clinging across her face with each rasping inhalation, the stinging sensation of the series of lashes resonating across her welt streaked breasts are obvious.  Fingers spreading, clenching as her hands flex outward from her twisting wrists, her legs forcefully spread, ankles separated by that chrome pole positioned upright between her feet with both knees pressed flat against the platform, her black webbed pantyhose attached to the matching Chantilly lace garter belt remains the only other semblance of her risqué clothing from her long evening out.

       Stepping away, momentarily catching his breath while off near a corner, he watches, almost mesmerized while laying down one whip, picking out another.  A more ominous choice from a soaking vat he’s stocked for this occasion, he glances back, watches her as her head droops down above her thrust out chest, those teasingly bare breasts standing tautly upright, still so globular, still so firm while jaunting out for him from her arched body, the puffy areolas pointing apart beneath the freshly applied welts, toward the hallows of her armpits.

A short gold chain around her neck holding a dangling set of stylish dog tags sparkling as it brushes back and forth across the valley of her sternum, a new accessory; it’s probably a gift from the past evening’s admirer, probably for services rendered earlier on, he thinks to himself as his fingers tense, twist around the crop’s handle.  Shaking the brine from the lithe, willowy leather whip above the vat, taking a deep breath or two, he watches her secured virtually rigid in her bindings, her flattening stomach sloping outward beneath those enticing targets.  Glancing lower, toward the puffy folds of her labium delicately parting between her extended thighs, the nub of her clit peeks out below her exposed, obviously freshly shaven pubic mound, again likely shaven for her night out, a telling sign she got herself laid.  Sans panties, as with her bra, both discarded when he swept her from her bed just after she got in doing the early hours of the morning, seeing her in the rest of the remnants of her exotic underwear seems even more irresistibly enticing then having her totally naked.

       Flicking the new crop back and forth, up and down, back and forth, listening to it whistle ominously through the air, he glances again and again at the sparkling dog tags, gradually steps toward her while eyeing the handful of initial well placed stripes already visible that he’s just inflicted across the upper curves of those almost perfectly symmetrical mounds surrounding those fucking tags.  The initial lashings not really harshly applied, rather moderately actually, then again meant more to leave some marks, to get her attention, more to piss her off then to inflict any real pain, even to make sure she’s aligned in her bondage just right for the coming workout, he knows those initial welts aren’t even close to what she’s about to receive.

Flexing the stiffer, split-tailed crop, he intently watches as he flicks it across the palm of his hand.  Just the slight snaps stinging as a mist of moisture spraying off his fingertips with each crisp flick, he realizes just how much more effective, and of course painful this vinegar soaked crop will be dancing across that exposed titflesh.  Yes, the ‘smacking’ sounds to come, her responding grunts and more to follow, the visual aspect of the leather working her bare flesh time and again will be infinitely more exciting, even exhilarating to administer her.  Yes, some serious pain with a serious crop for his favorite whore sister.

His mind beginning to race, the tunneled thoughts seem almost overwhelming on fulfilling his countless fantasies involving her as he again approaches the small podium.  Positioning himself in front of her defenseless form, letting the split tips of leather practically waver just out off a twitching breast, looping, circling barely touching the tan oval circumference of the shimmering areola time and again, he watches her instinctive reactions with amusement.  Reaching out with his free hand, palming, cupping, lifting the firm tit flesh upwards, the swelling nipple dangling out from between his spreading fingertips, her entire body begins to noticeably quiver, even tremble.  Her head bowing backwards, forwards with each fluttering touch of leather teasing flesh as he squeezes that symmetrical breast, the outthrust nipple jiggling unprotected, it’s the very apex of his next target as she obviously struggles between anger and uncertainty in her semi-conscious state.

Taking his time while melding her firm titfelsh, he allows his fingers to press into the resilient mound, harshly tweak the thickening nipple to stretch it outward.  Directing an ominous touch of the tip of leather to the hardening nub centered on the shriveling bare oval of flesh so high on the clenched mound brings another noticeable reflexive response of her naked body mixed with a rasping grunt from the slit in the mask, seemingly no longer belligerent, now more of anxiety.  Another wave of the crop across the other jiggling nipple, again her body quivers as she appears to pleadingly grunt through the mask, reflexively arch, obviously sensing that what’s soon coming isn’t going to be all that pleasant.

Enjoying the game, his rules, he slowly grips the handle of the crop firmer.  Squatting, centering himself, the nub of her thickening nipple jiggling, faintly glistening, he glances again toward the dark mask covering her head, then back to that bare breast being squeezed tighter, back again to the cloth drawing rapidly inward around her nostrils as her tummy contracts, expands in what’s become her uncertain anticipation.  Sensing the supple flexing of the crop in his fingertips, allowing just a few more inches of space between swelling nipple and the tips of the crop as he aligns the two just so, taking a deep breath, anticipating what her response will be when the leather burrows into her titflesh, he flicks his wrist, harshly, and watches, listens.

       ‘Swish… Thwack!’

       “Huuuummmmmpppphhhh!... Aggggghhhhhh!”  Her screeches overshadowing the smack of springing leather across her flattening areola just above the swelling nub of the nipple, her fists reflexively clenching, her bound body arching, twisting in the rope restraints, the instant, piercing pain obviously startles her as her supple titflesh momentarily engulfs the flexing leather.  Saliva spewing from her perched lips, inaudible grunts, the whip leaving an instantaneous embedded welt right across the areola, the nub of the nipple, it seems this is going to be the right crop for the job.

Exhilarated himself with the feel through his clenching fists of crop smacking flesh, the sound of her frenetic screech, the visual response of her naked body really being flogged, he jerks the leather lash away from her flattened breast, grips the end of the crop even firmer while soaking in the sight of her animated contortions.  The harsh leather damp, warm to the touch, he flexes it back as he releases his grip of that breast, ever so slowly steps toward her other side, squats, momentarily eyes the other bare nipple jiggling on that bouncing breast as if awaiting its turn.  No longer just half-hearted smacks to tease her, now the real punishment’s really begun.

In no hurry, his heart rhythm picking up a beat, he’s infatuated with the sight of her vulnerable, perfect body trembling, arching outward for his sadistic pleasure, her covered head emphatically twisting back and forth against the top of the chrome post, the freshly inflicted red welt vividly standing out on the still throbbing breast, that split-tailed stripe so more brilliant then the rest, contrasting so drastically with her bare flesh.  Glancing closer to her stretching lips barely protruding through the mask’s oval slit, quivering, saliva drooling, glistening across her covered chin as she incoherently mumbles something unintelligible over and over, he takes a long, slow breath himself.

       Her tone obviously altered, now anguished grunts even guttural, he’s intrigued, especially noticing the crimson specks glistening along the fresh red welt crossing her shriveling nipple inflicted from the flexing stiff leather wand he’s chosen.  Then again, so many fantasies, dreams, thoughts of having her just like she is now still seems so surreal even as he centers the crop and holds it steady just out in front of the other bare breast, also offered outward, jiggling with each rasping breath.  The flesh so firm, so enticingly presented to be punished, to feel the whip, the tan areola already shriveling, he stares toward the puckering nub almost perfectly centered for the again flexing crop as he cups the quivering titflesh, hoists it upwards for alignment in his palm.

Yes, he thinks to himself as the leather flexes in his centering hand.  Again so much to absorb, to enjoy manipulating with just about every part of her body totally exposed, tautly offered out in front of him for his unboundaried imagination.  The excitement escalating, both sadistically and sexually, he squeezes the tips of his fingers, watches the black shaft uncurling, springing outward in its ominous arc to flatten across, then envelope into that receptive thrust out mound.

       ‘Thwack!’

       “Aaaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!”

       Oh yes… Yes… Yesss, his mind races.  Her enticing scream instantaneous, that harmonic blending of sound of supple leather engulfed by the firm titflesh so perfectly, spattering a hazing mist from that engorged nipple, all seeming to happen almost in freeze frame as the tip of the crop remains momentarily burrowed into her most tender flesh, virtually out of sight, if just briefly.  Heart pounding, throbbing now almost as harsh as hers, stepping back a step, he watches her arms flex, rip at the tight black ropes embedded themselves, her naked body thrashing in front of the unwavering post while the black mask jerks from side to side, flattens against her face with each screeching grunt.

Every tendon, muscle beneath her taut skin seeming to tense, spasm in rippling waves, he kneels directly in front of her, savors the couple minutes or so of her involuntary contractions, the latest inflicted crimson welt rising thick and tall to more then match the other, with maybe an extra speck or so of bright red blood again oozing just below the still jiggling nub of that ripped nipple.  More guttural mutterings, pleadings, her puffy lips protruding grotesquely though the diminutive slit of the mask chafes against the stitched seams, distorts the cloth.  Smiling to himself as brief seconds turn into a couple more minutes, enjoying her pain, immensely enjoying her pain, he listens intently, quietly watching until she appears to finally somewhat collect herself, at least as much as possible under the circumstances as the initial red specks become trickles of blood tracing downward off the rounded bottoms of those welted mounds.

Almost casually sliding down in front of her trembling form, laying the crop down, he glances around for more rope coiled on the podium beside her.  Stretching, wrapping the other lengths of pre-cut black nylon cord around her legs above and below each calve, he stretches, tugs until her knees spread further apart, shuffle even further outward to his satisfaction.  Tying off the ends of the ropes to eyelets in the base of the pole’s oval shaped platform, retrieving the crop, he listens some more to her instinctive, obviously pleading grunts as he allows the leather split tips to glide ominously up across her inner thigh, slide out across one of the taut straps of the stretching garter belt, unsnapping it.  Tapping teasingly across her exposed pubic mound, flicking across a puffy labia fold, then the other, he’s amused at the sight of her thighs quivering, muscles contracting beneath the webbing of her nylons as he flicks back and forth just a little firmer, again and again, somewhat teasingly, somewhat menacingly as her stomach muscles ripple, breasts jiggle, along of course with her unintelligible mumblings.

Taunting her, watching her struggling against the binding ropes while trying to defensively close, press her thighs together as she babbles on, he allows the leather tips to flatten, flex across her clit, shove the nub inward to slowly disappear an inch or so inside her spreading slit.  Again thinking to himself, wondering how she reacted earlier to someone else fingering her cunt, how she gave in to someone else’s touch before being fucked, he presses the tip of the crop a little harsher up between her thighs.

“Humppphhh!”

Hearing her aggravated responses, glancing up toward her thrust out breasts involuntarily swaying, bouncing from side to side on her arching chest as her naked body noticeably shudders, he continues with her torment, slips the crop’s tip in and out of the moist orifice, twisting, thrusting a little deeper a couple more times, each thrust intently dragging the swelling, unprotected nub in and out with it, stretching, tugging at it.  Finally giving a couple light taps, sure she must have an idea of what’s next, he watches her head twisting back and forth as the exasperated grunts escalate through the drooling saliva.

Kneeling closer, pulling the crop slowly back, away as he flexes the freshly damp tips in his fingertips to form a looping circle of glistening leather horizontal to the floor, he draws it ever tighter.  A firmer grip as he centers it between her spread thighs for its most painful effect yet, right out in front of the gapping slit she undoubtedly enjoyed sharing earlier that evening with someone else, he gives an extra twist of the bowing leather, releases it to ‘swish’ through the air in its short but vicious arc.

‘Swish… Thwack!’

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

A bordering on hysterical screech as the leather curls, smacks between the spread folds of her vagina, the split tip flattening the nub, disappearing into the hollowing slit, waiting a brief moment, he draws the crop back from her reddening clit as her naked body seems to shudder, then bounce up and down, gyrating, stretching at the nylon ropes.  Traces of urine trickling down her inner thighs, head curling back, her delicious screams echo across the room.

“Agghhh!... Aaaaggghhh!.... Huummph!”

Repeated rasping gasps of air between contorting gyrations, seemingly continuous pitiful grunts from the mask’s drenched orifice, he’s still infatuated even more with her bruised breasts flailing across her thrust out chest.  Focusing on the perfect pair bouncing, elongating, smacking together as her bucking body arches, bows back as her head twists, slams across the top of the chrome pole, the mask’s cloth sucking in, flailing out around her nostrils, her contorting lips, he continues to anxiously flex the crop back and forth in his clenching fists, now sensing the throbbing between his own thighs as he soaks in her screeches.

“Aaaagggghhhh!... Aaaaggggghhhhh!... Humppphhhh!”

Absorbing those anguished responses, her seemingly on the verge of hyperventilating with wheezing breaths, the cropping of her cunt’s obviously the most painful of the lashings.   The sight intoxicating, again for at least the next couple minutes, even as she finally begins to sag almost limply in her restraints, but now it’s back to her breasts, those perfect globular mounds he’s had countless fantasies of abusing that plays on his imagination.

Positioning himself, a couple haphazard practice flicks through the air, then backhanded, forehanded, the lash slashes across her naked flesh, across the bottoms of the firm mounds, those perfect breasts jerking, bouncing, then another backhand, forehand across the upper curves, the red welts instantaneously standing out, glistening just above and below the thick nipples dripping specks of blood, springing back and forth, her response now becoming muffled grunts, whimpers.

Back and forth, briskly back and forth with the curling leather as he also steps back and forth, one side to the other, then back again, until at least a dozen more strokes overlap her bruising flesh in rapid succession.  Her head slumping forward, her shimmering body still bowed outward now but held upright by the crossbar, her breasts seeming to visibly pulse, those mounting freshly applied reddened welts crisscrossing her shimmering areolas, he finally drops the crimson tipped crop, reaches out, cups the pair of welt marred melons in his upturned hands.  The flesh warm and moist, pliable as he melds what rivals a pair of succulent cantaloupes to him; he presses his thumbs across, into the bruised nipples, forcing the swollen nubs inward as her titflesh bulgess in his palms, between his flexing fingers.

Her breath continuing to be raspy, saliva drooling from her puckered lips protruding from the stitched slit, he melds, twists, stretches her breasts a little further as the dog tags, one with her initials, the other obviously someone else’s, jiggle, stick to her damp sternum.  Leaning forward, a flick of his tongue back and forth across one nub, the other, the taste of her damp flesh exhilarating, especially mixed with the crimson tinge oozing from the fresh welts, he briefly sucks a nipple, the areola in past his lips, between his teeth, firmly clenches down.  Another now barely audible grunt as her chest reflexively quivers, her breast slightly jerking a couple times, he grinds slowly back and forth across the bulging nub, feels its swelling thickness pressing against the tip of his tongue as he clamps down a little harsher, just for a moment, chews down, drawing another unheeded whimper.

Sliding back, standing, stepping behind her, another length of rope, looping it two three time across, behind her shoulders, sensing practically no resistance now, drawing tightly in short crisp jerks with each loop, her back bowing harshly behind her forces those battered but still rock hard mounds to spread even wider apart across her chest as they bounce, sway further outward with each tug.  Finally tying the rope off behind her impossibly arched shoulders as her renewed grunts pitifully gasp through the stitched slit from her quivering lips, her naked body contorted obscenely outward from the post to his satisfaction if not hers, her breasts and vagina more then fully exposed, fully vulnerable, the handful of raising welts glisten in crimson, uneven streaks across her tanned flesh.

As he steps in front of her, kneels, sliding on his knees again to eye level with her, shuffling within inches of the crimson welts weaving across those symmetrical mounds jaunting out in virtually opposite directions, his attention centers on the bruised areolas, the thick nubs of her nipples still jiggling in sequence with each labored breath wheezing through the cloth mask’s slit.  His adrenaline rush at its height, melding both beading mounds, running his fingers across the rising welts, he feels the constant stirring of his stomach, the incredible sensation of an unattended ejaculation mounting, rumbling from deep inside.  Arching back in a squat, pressing between her breasts with his throbbing shaft, pumping his hips, stroking his cock between her stretching melons, his load spurts, gushes up across her chest, across her covered chin, past the slit in the cloth, up across her concealed eyes.  Standing, squirting another spurt, yet another as he randomly coats her bare flesh from chest to head, his hips tremble as his fingernails dig into her titflesh, presses inward, stretches her breasts outward toward his pulsing shaft, swipes back and forth.

Finished, stepping over to the vat, a sopping sponge in hand as he returns, he begins swiping back and forth across her mask, her chest, down her flexing stomach.  The brine splashing, soaking, streaking across her bare flesh highlighting the fresh welts, her body jerks, spasms uncontrollably as the bitter solution penetrates her chaffed flesh.  More guttural screeches, raw and rasping, again the sight and sounds of her reactions are intoxicating as he steps back to the vat, re-soaks the sponge.

Leaning, thrusting his clenching fist upwards between her thighs, pressing the collapsing coral across her cuntlips, back past her rectum, swiping back and forth, plunging his sponge covered fingers across her clit, a few inches up inside her spread slit, again the curdling screeches, again her naked body contorting as the salty solution’s remnants pour down her legs, splashes between her curling toes.

Stepping back a few steps, dropping the sponge in the vat, watching it float, sink between the leather crops, every second’s invigorating.  Stepping back, he circles slowly around the occupied post, scans her taut body uncontrollably quivering, glistening, the vinegar laced water beading, mixing with her perspiration and blood.  The welts, bright red crimson streaks crisscrossing those succulent melons still standing just as upright, spread apart, dripping wet as they noticeably pulse.  Watching the rippling tremors of the rest of her glistening body, her swollen lips quivering, sandwiching the gag between the double seamed slit, he feels his semi-erect shaft already beginning to twitch again.

A smirk spreading across his face, arching his hips forward, swiping his responding shaft back and forth across the mask’s slit, pressing the sides of his cock across her protruding lips; he watches the remnants of his cum dribble across the chin area, drip across her glistening chest.  Reaching for the gag, ripping it from her mouth, he reaches for her breasts, thumb and forefinger slipping across the puckering nubs, squeezes, tugs outward.  Feeling the firm, thick flesh swell as he pinches, twists through the crimson haze, he grins, thinks it’s time to deep throat her for awhile, even if it rips the mask too.

END PART FIVE