Sacrifice

Sacrifice

Twincest, Het, bondage

Christian and Christina are the closest of twins, the closest of friends. They do everything together . . . and I do mean EVERYTHING . . .

~10 years old~

Christian, called Ris by his twin and other family members, was laying on his bed one summer day, bored to death. His sister, Christina (called Ting), was away at one of her friends’ houses. He could’ve been at his friends’ house, too, but his friends were either at summer school or at camp. And his parents were at work.

He sighed. Ting knew how bored he was. The least she could’ve done was to stay with him. ‘Yeah,’ he thought. ‘Why didn’t she stay with me? I would’ve stayed with her!’ The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

He looked over at her bed in their shared room, and glared. Ting was nothing but a traitor. He’d get her back.

%%%

Ting let herself into the house, her face flushed and her mind racing. “Ris has got to see this!” she said aloud, racing up the stairs. She briefly wondered why the house was so quiet, but dismissed the thought from her mind.

“Ris!” she yelled, thumping up the stairs. It didn’t matter how much noise she made. Her parents were at work. Ris didn’t answer. “Ris!” she called again. Not even a TV was on.

She opened the door to their bedroom and looked around worriedly. The least he could’ve done was to leave her a note. “Where are you, Ris?” she called, her voice echoing in the empty house.

Suddenly, the door behind her slammed shut. Ting whirled around in surprise. “Ris! What are you . . .?” she stared at him, trying to register what she was seeing. “What are you wearing!?” she asked, staring at him in disbelief.

He was wearing a brown loincloth, and that was it. Then, he had weird symbols painted on his face and chest in watercolor paints. With his naturally dark hair and electric blue eyes, he looked like an escapee from some exotic foreign country. He was beautiful.

“You abandoned me, Ting,” he said, glaring at her. “Now you have to pay. Lay down.” He advanced on her slowly.

Ting grinned. They played these sort of games all the time, so she knew exactly what to say. Ris was apparently mad at her for something, and now he was going to “sacrifice” a part of her body. Not really, but he was going to make her feel some sort of pain. In the past, he had cut her hair, fractured her toes, and once, he had even broken two of her fingers. Ting didn’t mind. She was a strange little girl. And she loved pain.

Obediently, she lay back on her bed, and stretched out her arms and legs. Ris hovered over her for a moment. Then, without warning, he started to unbutton her shirt.

Ting’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?” shked,ked, locking eyes with him. “Why are you taking my clothes off?”

“Don’t talk during the sacrifice!” he hissed, anger and excitement mixing in his eyes. Ting shut up quickly. She had talked before, and he had made the pain almost unbearable.

Ting didn’t wear a bra yet, so soon she was shirtless and stripped down to her underwear. Ris’s eyes sparkled as he slid them off of her legs. For a second he just stared at her nudity, then he brought his eyes slowly back up to hers. Ting shivered in anticipation. No one had seen her naked since she was five years old.

Ris didn’t smile. “The sacrifice demands that I touch you wherever I want. You deserve to be hurt bad.”

Ting nodded. She did. She deserved to be hurt very bad. She closed her eyes as she felt Ris’s small hands touch her nothing-breasts. They squeezed and pinched at something that had not yet grown in. His hands continued to violate her body, until he reached her private space. At first, he just touched it with his hands, poking and prodding at it. Then, she felt something wet touch it, and she gasped.

“Shut up!” he growled. Ting’s eyes snapped open. She stared down her body. Ris was . . . licking her down there. And . . . sucking, and licking, and sucking harder, as if he couldn’t get enough . . .

Ting bit her lip so hard that she drew blood. There were sensations running through her body . . . sensations she had never felt before.

Without warning, Ris sunk his teeth into her pussy. The pain was overwhelming, but she couldn’t scream. She couldn’t . . .

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

~13 years old~

Ting stared at the ceiling of her room. Ever since that incident two years ago where the twins’ mom had burst in and caught them, they had had separate rooms. Ris hadn’t demanded a sacrifice since then, either.

She sighed. She wished he would, already. Secretly, she had loved the last sacrifice and she had wanted him to do it again. But they were twelve now. Maybe they were getting too old for “sacrifices.”

Ting slid out of bed and padded down the hallway, catching a glimpse look of herself in the hall mirror. Yes. She was definitely growing in the chest area. She adjusted her nightie and wondered if Ris had noticed any differences. She took a detour on her way to the bathroom, and slid her tiny tank top down to expose a lot more cleavage. Then, she raised her fist and knocked on Ris’s door.

%%%

Jumping at the knock on the door, Ris snatched his hand from his pants. Hastily, he wiped away the pre-cum on his sheet and flipped the covers over. The last thing he needed was for a member of his family to find him jacking off. He glared at the closed door of his room, annoyed. He was a horny, growing boy, with a horny, growing body. Didn’t he deserve to relieve himself, too?

“Yeah?” he yelled.

“Can I come in for a second?” his sister asked from the other side.

Ris rolled his eyes. Figures, he thought. “Yeah, come in.”

The door opened to reveal his sister in the tiniest shorts and the tiniest t-shirt imaginable. Her hair, she same exact color as his, cascaded down onto her luscious breasts. Ris felt himself jumping to attention again. He tried to slide his pillow across his lap, so she wouldn’t notice.

“Wh-What do you want?” he stammered, trying not to stare at her breasts.

“Is mom going to be here, today?” she asked, sweetly, stepping closer to him. Was it just him, or was she purposely leaning over to expose more of her . . . cleavage?

He gulped. “Uh . . . I don’t think so,” he said, shifting. His hard on was starting to become almost painful.

She was standing right in front of him now. She leaned over so that her breasts were directly in his face. “Good,” she breathed.

For a second, they stayed like that, with Ris staring at her chest and his sister just plain staring at him. Agonizingly slowly, she turned to go, and suddenly pitched forward, pushing him back on the bed and landing on top of him.

Much to Ris’s embarrassment, his pillow slid off of his lap and his hardness was pressed against his sister’s entrance. His chest was pressed up against her breasts and her nipples were now definitely noticeable through her shirt.

Her breathing was increased and so was his heartbeat. For a shocking moment, they just stayed like that. Then she whispered, “Ris, what’s that?”

He didn’t answer.

%%%

When he didn’t say anything, Ting gently traced her hand downwards until she found the source of her discomfort. Ris gasped, and her eyes widened in shock. She was clutching her brother’s “instrument.”

~16 years old~

Ris turned red, remembering. Ting had run out of his room that humiliating day with a horrified look on her face. As she should have, Ris scolded himself. You’d be grossed out if she was aroused by the sight of your body, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you?

“Wouldn’t I?” he asked himself. He shook his head, disgusted with himself. No, he wouldn’t. He was attracted to his dear sister. Sexually attracted.

He groaned at the realization. He was a pervert. Ting had a fabulous body – everyone at school agreed with that – but they weren’t related to her. He couldn’t agree with them. Bu did did.

Even now, as he watched her engaged in her cheerleading practice, he thought about seeing her naked . . . getting into her pants . . .

“Hey, Christian, what’s up?” someone said from behind, startling him. “Are you waiting for your sister to finish?”

“Yeah,” Ris said, turning to face a petite brunette. He didn’t even know her name, but he recognized her from a few of his classes. “How are you?” he asked politely. She wasn’t such a bad looker. In fact, Ris might have probably even dated her if he hadn’t been so obsessed with his sister.

“I wish I was a cheerleader. I tried out, you know. But I didn’t make it,” she said, conversationally.

“Oh, really?” Ris said, tearing his eyes away from his sister for a moment.

“Wow,” the girl gasped. “You really do look exactly like her. Same hair and eyes and everything.”

Ris grinned, and clasped his hands. “Really!? I wasn’t so sure, but everyone seems to think so.”

“Well, you do!” the girl replied excitedly, completely missing his light sarcasm. He fought the urge to roll his eyes. Okay, so maybe he wouldn’t have dated her. He needed to get this girl away from him before he lost a brain cell.

“Hey, is that a three-eyed deer galloping across the field!?” he exclaimed.

Like an idiot, she looked over, and then her expression turned into a frown. When she turned back around, he was well on his way down the bleachers.

%%%

Ting looked up to a commotion in the bleachers, and spotted a girl chasing after none other than her brother. A strange feeling went through her. Well, it was only natural, right, for girls to be chasing after him already, she thought, dejectedly. He was hot, after all. Ting immediately froze. What!? No, he’s not hot! He’s your brother idiot!

“Um, Christina, are you okay? You look a little green,” a girl beside her, said.

Ting forced a smile. “Fine. I’m fine.”

“It’s alright, I can end practice a little early if you want,” the head cheerleader, Kelly, said.

“No, I’m fine. Really. And besides, we only have five minutes left, anyway. We can go through it one more time, right? We have to get it right for the game tomorrow,” Ting insisted.

“Oh, Christina, I’ve been working you all from dawn to dusk. You deserve a break. It’s alright,” Kelly said, smiling.

“No! One more time! Please?” Ting pleaded. “I need to get it perfect in my mind. Please, girls? Please, Kelly?”

The girls all groaned, but moved back into position. Kelly rolled her eyes, but moved back into position also. Ting allowed herself a tiny smile. They all adored her. It was nice to be loved. Ting pushed start on the boom box and moved into place.

Then the music started, her mind disappeared, and her body took over.

%%%

Ris watched from the bottom of the bleachers as his sister shook her stuff and jumped around like a Goddess. Her perfect breasts were bouncing around with her and her cute ponytail topped it all off. Ris stared intensely as she moved with the music. He loved it when he watched her cheerlead. She would totally let herself go.

The routine ended all too soon for him, and he watched the girls hug and break up for the weekend. Friday practice was over.

“Finally,” he said, as she came over to him under the bleachers after everyone else was gone. “You took forever.”

“Oh, please,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “You know you loved it. All those sweaty girls jumping around . . . I bou cou c bar barely contain yourself.”

Ris glared. “I ‘contained myself’ very well, thank you,” he growled. “Now, let’s go.”

She stopped and grinned at him playfully. “Do we have to go, now?”

“I’m not in the mood, Ting,” he said in a low voice.

“Oh, come on. I was just playing with you. Speaking of which, who was that girl that was hanging around you all during practice?”

“No one,” he said, quickly. “Just some girl. I don’t even know her.”

“Sure, you don’t,” she said, narrowing her eyes. She whirled and stalked away from him. Ris groaned inwardly. He had forgotten how easily Ting got jealous when it came to anyone hanging around him, girl or boy.

He ran forward and grabbed her arm. “Wait, Ting!”

“No!” she yelled. “I’m not talking to you! Why don’t you go talk to her!?”

He spun around, and before he could stop himself, he had her pinned up against the wall with his body holding her down. Forcefully, he brought his lips down upon her, and pushed through her mouth entering his tongue. All the blood rushed down to his groin and his head was pounding.

Suddenly, she shoved him away. “WH-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” she shrieked.

Ris’s eyes widened. He had just . . . he had just kissed his sister . . . “I-I . . .”

“YOU’RE MY BROTHER, CHRISTIAN! THAT’S DISGUSTING!” She was backing away from him in horror.

All the blood rushed back up to his face. “You . . . I . . . W-We used to d-do it when we w-were k-k-kids . . .” he stammered, trying to hide his erection. Unfortunately, she noticed and gasped.

“R-Ris . . . w-were not kids anymore,” Ting said. She was visibly shaking now. “I-I thought you had gotten over that.”

I thought you had gotten over that.

%%%

Ris stared at himself in his bedroom mirror. His fwas was tear-streaked. He looked like a short-haired version of his crying sister. And indeed she was crying. He had to listen to her sobs for two hours straight after they had gotten home. Plus, she had cried the whole way there in the car. Lucky for him, she wasn’t crying anymore.

“Have I ruined it?” he whispered to himself, shivering. “Have I ruined the bond we share?”

%%%

Ting shivered and picked up the watercolors. She could feel it. She could feel his uneasiness. She could feel his pain. She felt for him . . . and she wanted to feel him.

Ting slid out of bed. But he deserved to be punished for what he did. That . . . kiss . . . it was . . . electrifying, yes, but also strange and just plain weird.

“And it’s not weird that you wanna go do him?” she asked herself out loud. Grabbing a belt, she headed down the hallway.

%%%

Ris tried to turn over. He wasn’t quite awake yet, but for some reason . . . wait, he was laying down, wasn’t he?

“Ris! Wake up right now!” a voice whispered in his ear. His eyes snapped open, and the world righted itself. His hands were tied behind his back, and somehow, he was now sitting up. And he was also completely, utterly naked.

“What the hell-?” His eyes widened.

Ting’s face and the part of her body that weren’t hidden by her robe were painted in watercolors, like she was a part of some strange tribe . . . she was absolutely beautiful, and for some reason all of this seemed utterly familiar . . .

“Don’t talk during the sacrifice!” she demanded.

“The sacri-”

“Shut up!” she hissed. “The sacrifice calls for you to switch places with me . . .”

Trying not to appear too anxious, Ris walked over to the door where she was, and she walked past him to the bed. Suddenly, her robe dropped, and his twin sister was standing in front of him in all her nude glory.

Immediately, his member jumped up. Ris blushed, and was pleased to notice that Ting was blushing also. Good. He wasn’t the only one completely humiliated this time.

She lay her body carefully back onto his bed, and spread her legs and arms wide. “The sacrifice calls for you to . . . touch me wherever I want . . . with your mouth and tongue only.”

Ris stared at her. Was his sick, perverted fantasy coming true, or what?

“NOW!” she yelled.

Ris practically stumbled across the room in an attempt to get there so quickly. He knew what he wanted . . . what his tongue wanted. He wanted that taste that he had gotten six years ago, when he was ten. He wanted to taste his sister’s sweet pussy.

But first . . . he leaned down over her, and stared at her luscious mounds. They were finally his . . . to eat, to devour. He climbed on top of her, stradding her waist. He licked her hesitantly at first, until she moaned and leaned up to pull hisd dod down onto her. Then, he began biting and sucking. She was moaning and twisting under his naked body.

Every time she shifted, her sweet sex brushed up against his penis. He groaned with her after about the hundredth time this happened.

Finishing with both of her breasts, he licked a straight line down to her vagina. Her pussy was clean-shaven. Just for me? Oh, you shouldn’t have, he thought and smiled in anticipation. At first, he just let the tip of his tongue touch her folds.

“Ris . . .” she moaned.

That definitely encouraged him. He licked her vagina in one sweep, lavishing the entire thing with his tongue. She moaned louder and spread her legs wider. “More, Ris . . .” she demanded.

He darted his tongue in and out of her folds, and massaged her clit with his tongue. He suddenly wished he could touch her. He started to ask, then remembered that there was no talking during the sacrifice. He feared having to stop too much to ask her anything right now.

He licked her desperately. She was rocking under his masterful tongue, now. He had wanted this so bad for years . . . for years. He licked, and sucked . . . and licked . . .and sucked . . . harder, harder, harder . . . then he bit down on her, drawing blood.

She screamed. “Ris!”

She was shaking now. Her climax was close. Ris could feel it. He sucked her and licked her, and sucked her sore pussy some more. He wanted to bury himself inside of her.

“Suck me, Ris! Suck me hard! Suck me dry, Ris!”

Ris complied to her wishes as best as he could, and then, and then . . . She exploded. Into his mouth. Ris swallowed slowly, then he grinned and licked her some more. Her cum was delicious.

His dick was throbbing now. He needed a release. Badly.

%%%

Ting pushed his head down onto her pussy with one hand. “Eat it up, Ris! Eat it all up like a good boy! Eat it up! Eat up your sister’s cum!”

She was going to cum again. She knew it.

“Ahhhhh! Ris! Ris! Ris!” With her other hand, she was busy massaging one of her breasts. Every few sds sds she would switch breasts. She was beginning to wish she hadn’t tied him up, after all.

She came again, into his face. He ate it all up again. It seemed like he couldn’t get enough . . .

“I-I n-need a r-release, Ting,” he said. He was shaking and looking up at her.

She suddenly grinned. “Too bad.”

“W-What?” he said, his eyes widening.

“No, Ris. This is your punishment . . . this is the sacrifice. Maybe if you weren’t such a bad little boy, sissy wouldn’t have had to tie you up. If you want to relieve yourself, go do it. But no more cum tonight for you if you go.”

Ris stared at her in amazement. “But . . . but I l-love your cum. It tastes so good.”

“I know. I’ve tasted it myself,” Ting said. “Lick me once more, Ris. Lick me and then go relieve yourself. Go eat your own cu
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And he did as he was told.

%%%

The very next night, Ting got back from her big cheerleading tournament all sweaty and exhausted.

She let herself in her room half asleep, then someone slammed her down onto the bed. She stared up into the lustful eyes of her twin brother.

“You’re late, Ting,” he growled. “And don’t talk during the sacrifice.”

~swiss miss~

my very first sex story ever. Nothing short of amazing, I might add.