Sacrifice

I know I haven’t updated in a while, but I forgot my password. Then, I found it written on a piece of paper in an old pair of jeans. Sorry for the wait. Hope this makes up for it.

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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.”

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Christina stared wide-eyed up into the lustful eyes of her brother. “Ris . . .” she whispered, fearfully.

Her brother slapped her breasts hard, making Ting cry out in pain. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Ting. I thought I told you not to talk,” he growled.

“But, Ris, Mom is in the next room. She’s home, Ris. We can’t – ”

“If you shut up,” Ris hissed, angrily, “Mommy dearest will never have to know.”

Ting immediately turned silent. A part of her was scared, but she had to admit she loved the look in her brother’s eyes when he got dominant on her. It made her feel like a child, and she loved the power he held over her.

“You have been a bad, bad girl, Ting,” he said, letting himself off of her. He just looked at her in the darkness for a moment, then he leered. “Now, stand up for me.”

Quickly, she stood up near her brother, who immediately sat down, taking her place on the bed.

“Strip,” he said, grinning evilly.

Ting shivered, and silently began to take her clothes off, starting with her cheerleading top. She knew that he liked the look of her breasts, so she went very, very slowly, teasing him. He growled. Maybe she was going too slow.

Ting lifted her sports bra over her head and let her creamy breasts bounce free. She heard her brotheleaelease a sigh, and she had to stop herself from smiling. She slid her skirt down, bending over in front of him so that her breasts dangled in front of her face.

Without warning, he reached forward and started to fondle them, lovingly. Ting stopped, her skirt halfway to the ground, enjoying the sensations of her brother’s hands on her breasts.

He suddenly squeezed them tightly. “What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes hardening. “Keep taking your clothes off. I want to see all of you. I want to play with all of you.”

Ting started breathing heavier at his words, and hastily dropped her skir the the floor, then ripped her panties off with them, exposing her nicely shaven pussy. Ris immediately stopped what he was doing to let his eyes roam over her body. He let go of her breasts.

“Turn around,” he said, his voice low with desire.

Ting shivered again. The room was cold on her bare skin, and her nipples were hardening but whether from the cold, or her brother’s presence, she couldn’t tell. She turned, a little nervous as to what he was planning to do.

“What are you - ?” she started to ask.

“I said, don’t talk, Christina!” he interrupted harshly. “You’re starting to make me angry, you know. You want this to be enjoyable for both of us, don’t you? Don’t make me angry, dear sister.”

Ting nodded. “Now, bend over, and let me see that silky smooth ass of yours.”

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Ris was veryry hry hard already, but when his sister bent over and exposed her asshole, and her dripping cunt, he could’ve sworn that he had gotten even harder. He pullis tis t-shirt over his head, and yanked down his boxers, so he wouldn’t feel so confined down there.

Then, he smiled an almost evil smile. He had wanted to do this for oh-so-long. The fact that his mother was in the house and would be horrified if she knew what was going on in her daughter’s room only served to make him even more aroused.

He smiled. He just hoped Ting could control herself.

He stood up and leaned over his sister, making sure she could feel his hardness pressing up against her pussy. For a moment, he just reveled in the softness of her backside, then he put his lips to her ear and said very softly, “If you make one sound, Mother will hear you. If you make one sound, I will not hesitate to punish you even worse. I love you, Ting, but you were late getting home today.”

He felt her nod under him. “Good girl. You understand why you have to be punished, then.”

He stood up straight, and drew his hand back. Then, he smacked his sister hard over her milky, white ass.

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Ting gasped as his hand made contact with her backside. The stinging pain that radiated from where his hand had hit her was incredible. Another smack joined the first, exactly where the first one had been.

She clenched her teeth together and tried not to let out any more sounds. It hurt like a thousand hells, but she had to admit that she was most definitely wet now.

Her brother’s hand bounced off of her ass with smack after smack, the pain a little worse each time. Just when Ting thought she couldn’t take another beating, he pushed her down to the floor. She heard him panting behind her.

“Shut up, Ting,” he said, his breath heaving. He suddenly slapped her again. And again. And again. Ting’s ass was on fire. She let out a small whimper. No more. It was highly arousing, but she really couldn’t take anymore.

“I said, shut up, Ting. Every time you make a sound, that’s ten more licks!” he said, meanly.

“B-But, R-R-Ris it h-hurts!” she whined. She was crying now. Her arms and legs were so weak, and all she could concentrate on was the pain.

“That’s twenty more, Christina!” he growled, hitting her still harder. She let out a quiet sob. He was really hurting her, now. But she probably deserved it. She was a bad sister. A very bad sister.

Just when she thought she might pass out from the pain, he stopped. “There you go,” he said, sweetly. Ting was face down on the floor now, having giving up on holding herself up. She winced, tears flowing freely down her face.

“I really don’t like to do that to you, Ting,” her brother said, sadly. Ting was starting to think he was crazy. His little sacrifice thing had gone too far this time, but she just nodded, not wanting to let him see how much it had gotten to her. “But you deserved it. You were late coming home. Don’t be late again, okay?”

Ting nodded again, wishing now that he would just go away.

“Don’t move, Ting. I’m not quite done, yet,” he said, starting to pant again.

She tensed. He wouldn’t hurt her anymore, would he? Hadn’t he caused her enough pain for tonight?

His breathing started to get shorter, until he was taking gasps instead of actual breaths. That’s when Ting got it. He was jacking himself off.

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Christian was pumping his manhood fiercely, and his chest was heaving. He let out a short cry as warm, sticky cum oozed out of his penis, and landing all over his gorgeous sister’s red ass. He had whipped her so hard that her ass had drawn blood.

He watched lovingly as his cum mixed with her blood and seeped in between her ass cheeks. She hadn’t moved yet, as he had ordered her to.

Ris smiled. So obedient, his sister was. He got down on her fours on top of her and started to lick her clean, marveling in the taste of his own delicious cum. Of course, his sister’s tasted better, sweeter, but his was good, too.

He swiped his tongue in between her crack, tasting some of the blood that was there. He felt her shiver under his tongue, and he smiled, continuing on with his ministrations until he had swallowed up every ounce of cum.

His sister’s own bare skin was delicious in itself. “I love you, Ting,” he said, softly.

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Christina stifled her sobs. “I-I love you, t-too, Ris,” she replied, shakily.

She felt her brother move from over her, then he turned her over, and licked the tears from her face, slowly. She watched his expression of ecstasy, and fought down the sudden urge to smile. He suddenly looked like a little boy, again. She was pleasing the most important person in the world to her, so why exactly was she crying? Ris hadn’t known how badly he had hurt her. He didn’t deserve to be blamed.

He looked down into her eyes and smiled. Then, he kissed her, slowly, gently, with all the sweetness she knew he possessed. Ting about melted right there. No, she decided. Her brother really hadn’t meant to hurt her like that. He had just made a mistake.

So Ting returned the kiss with all of the sweetness she could muster herself.

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“Honey! Wake up! It’s time for school!” Ting’s mom pounded on her door making her wince.

Ting groaned. Her butt was as sore as anything. She didn’t think she’d be able to go to school today, much less cheerleading practice. She swore under her breath as she heard her mother move down the hall to wake her brother.

She could’ve killed Christian for this. There was no way she could go anywhere today, and Captain Kelly was going to kill her.

“Honey, I thought I told you to wake up,” her mother said, opening the door, and leaning into her room.

Ting looked at her, a pained expression on her face. “Mommy, I can’t go to school today,” she whined.

Her mom’s tired look immediately turned to one of concern. “Honey, what’s the matter?”

“My – ” Ting suddenly stopped. Christian was standing in the doorway behind her mother, looking as concerned as she did.

“My tummy hurts, Mommy,” Ting said, meekly, avoiding Christian’s eyes.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine after you take some advil, or something, hon,” her mom said, reassuringly.

Ting brought her gaze up to Ris’s. He smiled. Ting sighed. “I’ll get ready, Mommy,” she said, taking a deep breath. Her mother smiled. Ris smiled wider.

“Okay, Hon. I’ll have the advil out for you. Christian! Go get ready for school,” Her mother said, nudging Christian out of the room. “Go now.”

Her mother was down the stairs when Christian popped his head back into her room. “Last night was fun, wasn’t it, Ting?” he asked, grinning.

Ting forced herself to smile back. “Yeah, it was fun,” she lied.

Whistling a happy tune, Christian walked back to his room to get ready for school. Ting winced. She could barely walk. How she was going to get through the day, she hadn’t a clue.

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