My Sister, My Slut

Chapter 14


It was Kelly’s resurgence of caution that caused Marcus to call Jasmine and invite her to join him for an evening at the Norrington Hotel after she finished with her chemistry lab. James almost managed to talk him out of the endeavor, but then Marcus found himself unable to even get a glimpse of his sister past her hired muscle and his temper flared. Since their last meeting, his twin had hired three more men, telling their father she thought there was someone stalking her.

There was almost a feeling of guilt as he set up the hotel room while James sat on a plump chair in the corner and stared out the window. Marcus knew that Jasmine did not deserve the treatment or the humiliation he was giving her. She was just a stupid girl that should have been getting knocked up by her even stupider boyfriend or something equally cliché.

Unfortunately, she was proving herself to be the one bit of leverage he had with Kelly. His twin could not seem to keep her head when she found out he had been with Jasmine.

“I can’t believe you even got the same room,” James mumbled, continuing to stare out the window while Marcus inspected the set up of the cameras hidden around the room.

In spite of the fact that he had agreed to help, Marcus knew his friend was not entirely pleased with the situation. James did not like the idea of humiliating a woman that had never wronged either of them, even if she would enjoy every moment of it.

With Nelly Harrison, there had been a reason.

Mr. and Mrs. Tucker were always looking for a convenient marriage for their only son that would enhance their wealth and circle of influence, which was how James ended up engaged to Miss Megan Harrison, second daughter of an oil magnate.

In his place, Marcus would have been furious with his father for trying to marry him or his sister off to gain power. James, however, had grown up knowing how his nuptials would be decided. As long as the perspective spouse understood he would always share his bed with Alyssa and would have many, many indiscretions, she would be allowed to do the same.

During the brief engagement, Megan did the one unforgivable thing when she found out about Alyssa. She flew into a rage, calling James a pervert and a pedophile and demanded that he send Alyssa back to Thailand or she would expose him. Oddly enough, it was Alyssa’s presence in the room that prevented James from choking Megan to death. He prided himself on never being violent in front of his lovely Alyssa.

Instead, James turned to Marcus for help.

Marcus easily seduced Megan’s older sister, Nelly, at a party held at the Norrington hotel. He slipped one of Alyssa’s concoctions into Nelly’s tonic water, a little something to lower her inhibitions and heighten her sensitivity. Then he led her upstairs to the room where James was waiting.

When she saw the video of her sister’s wild night, Megan threw up at the sight of her sister moaning in pleasure and humiliating herself. She begged for all evidence to be destroyed and promised she would never mention the matter of Alyssa again, that she would do whatever it was that James wanted.

Lucky for her, all James wanted was for the engagement to be cancelled and her and Nelly to move to Paris, never to be seen again.

It was more charitable than Marcus thought he ever could have been.

“While you’ll never admit anything, I was under the impression that in this little game with your sister, you currently have the upper hand,” James said, distracting Marcus from his reverie. “If you’re in control, isn’t this overkill?”

“Kelly hasn’t returned me calls for over a week,” Marcus replied, knowing how petulant it sounded.

“If your mind is made up, I can’t change it at this point. The only thing I can do is help you, but you should know that this will bite you in the ass if you do it,” he said, giving Marcus a pointed look. “She’s not the fluffball she used to be. Kelly may not know how to play at your level, but that doesn’t mean she’s helpless.”

“My sister doesn’t have the stomach to do something like this,” Marcus said, sitting down on the bed and looking at his watch. “Which is why I’ll always win.”

James crossed his arms over his chest and smirked a little. “I’ll try not to say I told you so when this really does bite you in the ass.”

“I appreciate your restraint,” Marcus said, wondering where Jasmine was. She should have been finished with her class over an hour ago. “Where’s Alyssa tonight? It’s odd not seeing her wrapped around you.”

“Gymnastics, and then to see Kelly, I believe,” James said, giving Marcus another look that said he was missing something of vital importance. “I don’t like her with me when I do this sort of thing.”

There was a knock on the door before Marcus could respond and he went to answer it. Jasmine was standing nervously in the hallway, dressed in a shimmering silver dress. Her hair was pinned up and her make-up was perfect, which accounted for why it had taken her so long to arrive.

“Look,” she said, sticking out her tongue to show the piercing. She proudly told him she was using all the jewelry he gave her when he called her.

“Very nice,” Marcus said, leaning forward and kissing her on the cheek before leading her inside and locking the bolt. Jasmine looked around the room in amazement as she walked further inside, before catching sight of James and freezing in her tracks.

“Hello dear. I’ve heard a lot about you,” James said, charming her with one of his kindest smiles. It seemed to work as Jasmine slowly moved further into the room.

“Jasmine, this is my friend James. He just came back from Thailand a few weeks ago,” Marcus said as he walked past her and to the table where the glasses and champagne were waiting. “I thought you’d like to join us for the celebration.”

“Oh, thank you,” Jasmine said, trying to hide her disappointment.

Marcus popped the cork on the champagne and let it fizz over onto his arm and soak the cuff of his shirt before he set it down. “Jasmine, would you be a dear and lick that up,” he asked as casually as possible, holding out his hand.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as she trembled and glanced over at James. For a moment he thought he would have to ask again, more forcefully, but then she stepped forward and bowed her head to lick the champagne off his hand. The feeling of the metal brushing over his skin along with the soft warmth of her tongue was intoxicating, and he could no wait for the day when Kelly would be doing the same.

“Thank you,” he said after a moment, pulling his hand away and pouring the champagne into glasses. He handed two to Jasmine and she dutifully went over and gave one to James, who grinned and thanked her.

“I guess we should toast to being in the States,” James said, standing up and raising his glass.

“The States,” Marcus said, and Jasmine repeated a moment after as they touched glasses and then drank. He watched as Jasmine drained the glass.

“I couldn’t help but notice you have a tongue piercing,” James said, setting his own glass aside even as he took the bottle from Marcus and refilled hers. “Was it painful to get?”

“N-no, not really,” Jasmine said shyly, her cheeks turning bright red as she twisted the glass in her hands and looked at the ground.

“Were any of the others?” Marcus asked, going over and sitting down on the bed.

Jasmine’s head shot up and she gave Marcus a distressed look before returning her eyes to the floor. “It wasn’t so bad,” she mumbled into her chest, setting the glass down and crossing her arms over her breasts.

“You have more piercings?” James asked curiously, leaning down to try and meet her eyes. “Where?”

Marcus was surprised when she answered without his prompting.

“M-my nipples and – and down there,” Jasmine managed to say, not daring to raise her head as the color rose to the tips of her ears.

“My partner has a trapped bead piercing for her left nipple,” James said conversationally, as if they were talking about the weather. All the while he was carefully positioning himself so that every time Jasmine took a shy step backward, she was moving toward the bed where Marcus was watching.

“R-really?” Jasmine said politely.

“I gave Jasmine curved bars,” Marcus said helpfully, glad the woman’s back was turned to the sadistic grin he couldn’t keep from his lips. Her entire body seemed to twitch at that.

“Ah,” James said, nodding as if he hadn’t known. “Do you think I could see?”

Jasmine was forced to come to a stop as the back of her thighs came in contact with the mattress. She looked over her shoulder and Marcus wiped the expression from his face as she met his eyes, pleading for help. “We’re all adults here. I don’t see why you wouldn’t show him,” he said with an uninterested shrug.

“I-I guess,” Jasmine agreed, turning away and carefully keeping from looking at James’ face as she pulled her dress down over her shoulders and removed her bra with shaking hands. Marcus moved to get a look at the u-shaped bars that penetrated the budlike nipples on Jasmine’s large breasts. It was good look for her, though if he ever did have Kelly’s nipples pierced it would have to be with a different kind of piercing. His twin’s breasts would not have been able to do the bars justice.

“Nice workmanship on these rings,” James said, reaching out and pinching the curved bar piercing Jasmine’s left nipple between his fingers. He tugged on it and twisted it slightly as he examined, eliciting a soft cry from the woman. “Are they custom made?”

“Of course,” Marcus said as he made himself comfortable against the headboard of the bed and watched James work.

“Very nice,” James said as Jasmine bit her lip and shut here yes. He let go of the nipple piercing and cupped her breasts gently, nodding in approval before he pulled his hands away. “Would it be all right if I saw the other?”

Jasmine’s eyes opened and she looked back at Marcus in panic. “I’d like to see as well,” he said, leaning forward and patting the mattress invitingly.

“O-okay,” she said in a meek little voice, slowly moving to get on the bed and casting looks at Marcus in the hopes he would stop her. He only smiled encouragingly as she lifted her dress with shaking hands, until the dress hung around her waist like an oversized belt.

She was not wearing panties and her thighs were damp as she slowly spread them before pulling the labia apart. The bar pierced her vertically just over the clit, so the ball on the end of the bar would rub against it.

“Very nice,” Marcus said after he looked and moved to sit behind Jasmine, trying to rub some of the tension from her shoulders. She did not relax.

“Is that real silver?” James asked, sitting down on the bed and leaning close for further examination. Marcus did not answer as Jasmine shook her head silently in uncertainty. “Well, if you don’t know there’s only one way to check.”

James dipped his head between Jasmine’s legs, earning a squeal of surprise that brought a smirk to Marcus’ face as he moved his arms around to grab Jasmine’s knees if she attempted to snap her thighs shut. He was pleased when she parted them further and let out a little cooing noise, thrusting her hips to what James was doing with his tongue.

“These feel nice,” Marcus whispered against Jasmine’s neck, nipping at the clasp of the choker as he began fondling her breasts, twisting the metal penetrating her nipples between his fingers ever so gently as she trembled.

He blew against her ear as James continued his ministrations and Jasmine’s breath began to quicken, coming in gasps as she began to struggle against them. “Oh, God,” she breathed between pants, twisting her hands in the coverlet as her body went tense and she let out a cry of pleasure before going limp and collapsing back against Marcus. Women never lasted long against James.

“Tastes like silver,” James said as he raised his head from between Jasmine’s legs and licked his lips. He patted her thigh gently as she shakily looked at him. “Marcus is good to you. That’s high quality.”

“The piercing or the pussy?” Marcus asked, letting go of the nipple piercings and massaging Jasmine’s breasts as she relaxed against him.

“Both,” James said cheerfully, with one of his most charming smiles.

Marcus smirked and bent his head to whisper low and seductively into Jasmine’s ear. “You know, I think you enjoyed that little taste test,” he said as his hands moved down over her stomach and began removing the dress hooked around her waist. “Silly little slut. I bet you want James and I both to fuck you, don’t you.”

The dress was discarded a moment later, leaving Jasmine only in her boots, thigh high stockings, and the diamond-studded choker. Her eyes flickered between James sitting at the end of the bed and Marcus leaning over her shoulder as his hands caressed her body. “Yes,” she finally said in a hesitant, quiet voice.

James exchanged a looked with Marcus and got off the bed and began to undress, letting clothes fall to the ground as Jasmine watched, her eyes fixing on his bare chest and arms and then falling to his stiff cock. Marcus himself sneering a little. It was almost disgusting what a little cock-slut the bitch was.

While she was staring at James’ body, Marcus managed to take off his own clothes with Jasmine leaning against him. He shifted and made sure his own erection was noticeably pressed against her back when he settled her into place.

“Is this what you want?” Marcus asked, making sure his voice was loud enough to be picked up on the recording. “You want to service us both at the same time? Only whores do that. Are you a whore, Jasmine?”

“Yes,” Jasmine said, trembling as James moved onto the bed. “I’m a filthy whore-slut!”

“You are indeed,” Marcus agreed, smirking a little as he imagined Kelly’s reaction when she saw this. “What else are you?”

“Your bitch,” Jasmine answered as Marcus tugged on the choker.

“You can do better,” Marcus said, nipping at her ear as James leaned in and began trailing kisses over Jasmine’s collarbone. She let out a gasp as his hands moved over her sides. “Tell me what you are, how this is your fantasy. C’mon, get us in the mood.”

Jasmine swallowed hard as James moved down to her breasts and began nipping and licking and the piercings as his hands moved lower and caressed her hips. Marcus licked the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine before he began sucking at her neck, leaving a trail of love marks. His hands moved along her arms gently as James trailed even further over her thighs.

“I, uh, I’m a c-cunt,” Jasmine managed to say, her cheeks flushing as she spoke. “A c-cock hungry whore. I wa-want hard cocks sh-shoved inside.” She gasped as James tongue circled her nipple and Marcus bit down on her shoulder. “I want t-to be f-f-…”

“Say it,” Marcus whispered.

“I want to be f-fucked by two har-hard cocks!” Jasmine shouted, just to get the statement out.

Marcus grinned against her neck and raised his hand to her lips, brushing his thumb over her lips and smearing the red lipstick. “I know you want to give back the pleasure James gave you,” he whispered. “Go on, you can tell him how you want his cock.”

Jasmine nodded, her jaw trembling in such a way that it was no wonder she stuttered so badly.

“J-James, I-I want t-to suck your c-cock,” she managed to say, causing James to raise his head from her breasts to press a little kiss against her jaw. In Marcus opinion, James was entirely too sweet on women, especially the ones that were supposed to be his victims.

“I would love to have your sweet little mouth on me,” James said, and then added in a low whisper. “I’ve enjoyed testing your piercings. The nipples were especially delightful, but I look forward to seeing the tongue in action.”

Jasmine averted her eyes as her cheeks and ears continued to redden in embarrassment. Marcus helped her position herself on hands and knees, and she didn’t even look back at Marcus as she grabbed hold of James’ hips to steady herself. Marcus moved himself behind her, grabbing hold of her hips and pressing his penis against her inner thigh.

She was shivering a little as she began lapping at James’ erection with abandon and Marcus thrust himself inside her soaking pussy, already wet from James’ earlier attentions. He gripped her hips tightly to keep her from falling as she let out a sound of delight and pushed back against him. It was almost disgusting how much Jasmine simply gave into his every whim without an ounce of fight. She really was nothing more than a slut.

The way she eagerly swallowed James in a single movement only deepened the sudden and growing feeling of revulsion, though he was gratified the little whore had a talent other than being a warm body and a taunt to his twin. The sounds coming out of Jasmine as she sucked on James were delightful, the wet sucking and the moans chocked back in her throat.

Marcus closed his eyes and tried to imagine Kelly making such sounds as he began pumping in and out of Jasmine. His hands gripped her hips tight enough that she was certain to have bruises in the morning and she squirmed, shaking her hips in protest. He tried to ignore it and imagine his sister’s body clenched around him as she struggled.

But Jasmine’s body wasn’t Kelly’s.

It did not fit him perfectly and Marcus felt a flash of rage that he had to settle for a stand-in. He opened his eyes and let go of Jasmine’s right hip and reached out, snatching her long hair and pulling on it hard.

A hand grasped his wrist, and Marcus met James’ eyes. He let go of Jasmine’s hair and James let go of his wrist.

Marcus’ felt his lips twist into a sneer as he began thrusting into Jasmine without mercy or concern for her pleasure. His movements were painful for the woman, but brought him closer to his climax and that was all he was concerned about. He was done with this travesty and annoyed with Jasmine for letting it continue.

What he wanted was Kelly. That was all he had ever wanted. And now that he’d had a taste of the real thing, substitutes were not going to do any longer.

When he caught Kelly this time, he was not going to let her get away.

With a final thrust deep inside Jasmine, Marcus came with a grunt of frustration more than pleasure. He pulled out and let go of her hips, noting the red marks his fingers left and the bit of blood on her thighs, but he ignored it as he got off the bed and went to pour himself another glass of champagne.

It was only a little while longer before James pulled out and came on Jasmine’s face, holding her shoulders pulling her up into a gentle embrace. “You’re a good girl and that was delightful,” he said softly as he stroked her hair. There were tears in her eyes and once again, Marcus felt a slight pang of guilt.

“I-I need to shower,” Jasmine said as she pushed away from James, nearly falling off the bed and stumbling into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her.

“I realize rough sex is part of your kink,” James said with a hard tone as he picked up his clothes from the floor. “But don’t ever get rough with a woman I’m having sex with again, unless we’ve discussed it first. Spanking little young things over my knee is as rough as I want to be involved in.”

“Sorry,” Marcus said very unconvincingly as he poured more champagne into his glass. “I owe you for this. Kelly is going to be furious.”

“I imagine she will,” James said as he pulled on his shirt. “If she asks, I’m telling her it was all your idea. I don’t want her to be pissed at me.”

“I doubt Kelly will be mad at you,” Marcus said, setting the glass down before he poured himself another. “She’ll be too furious that I was messing with her friend again.”

James gave Marcus a look and shook his head. “This was completely unnecessary.”

“Hm?”

James didn’t respond as he finished dressing and went to knock on the bathroom door. Jasmine did not answer. He made a phone call to see if Alyssa was back at home yet. Closing his phone he looked over at Marcus.

“Kelly used call me, since you wouldn’t let her have any real friends to confide in,” James said as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I always told her I thought you were just being difficult, but now I realize you are completely fucking oblivious. I just hope you don’t destroy what you already have.”

Marcus furrowed his brow as James turned and left the room.


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[Okay, next chapter has lots of Kelly! :) Review if you please!]