My Sister's Innocence

Kayla and Tristan’s Punishment

Their mother had not stopped screaming since she had caught them. She had only taken five minutes away from them, long enough for them to put their clothes back on their bodies, and long enough for her to call into work telling them there was now an emergency at home she had to attend to. She then sat her children down on the couch, on complete opposite ends of each other, and began screaming at them for their foolishness.

Tristan was receiving the largest part of the blame. Their mother could not believe that Kayla, sweet, innocent Kayla, would ever do something so smutty. Kayla could not hide her flush, but Tristan never ratted her out. He had respect for his sister, in that sense. He was old enough to take their mother’s punishments; Kayla still had three more years before she could escape the thumb of their mother.

From upstairs three other brothers stood listening, all silently thanking the Gods that it was none of them that had gotten caught. They had all come in during the peak of their mother’s anger, and had immediately been sent upstairs, with their mother thinking she was saving her other children from embarrassment, not realizing everyone in the house had known but their other.

What if their mother had walked in while they had all been taking advantage of her, on the dinner table? What if they had seen Grant’s initial molesting of her on her bed while they had been studying together? Worse, if she had seen the twins, Brent and Bryce, fucking her in the car.

The whole thing was turning out to be a mess, and their mother could not stop screaming, until, slowly, she stopped talking. She started to take control of her breathing again, slowly working herself out of her tizzy and back into a substantial state of mind. She looked down at her eldest son and youngest child and crossed her arms over her chest. “I see only one solution to this,” she said, her voice thin and even. Kayla and Tristan both waited in anticipation.

Their mother turned to the children, staring Tristan straight in the eye, and told him, “You are moving out.”

“What?” he cried out.

“You’re old enough,” his mother snapped. “You have a job, you go to college, why not move into a dorm there? I’m sure it is not too late for me to bribe your way into a college dorm, since school starts next week.”

“But I only go to college right down the street,” he snapped back.

“It does not matter,” his mother’s nostrils flared as her anger began to peak once more. “You and your sister can not be… copulating. It is against the laws of God. You will move out, and until the day when the dorms open up you will stay with your father.”

“But Mom,” Kayla began, ready to argue this point, “he’s your son…”

“And you are my daughter,” she snapped, “and what you have done is unthinkable. I wonder if it is too late to put you in a private school…”

Three boys in the upstairs hallway were praying that their mom would do nothing that drastic like sending Kayla away, but sending Tristan away… they suddenly began to see the advantages of this.

Their mother’s decision was final, and Kayla and Tristan were both sent to their separate rooms. Their mother, at her wits end, told the twins to watch after Kayla’s room and to make sure that Tristan went nowhere near her. This suited Brent and Bryce perfectly fine and they sat outside Kayla’s door, seemingly taking turns while their mother busied herself in the kitchen, explaining she needed to do something with her hands. She forced Grant to sit in the kitchen with her, she needed someone to talk to, and her youngest son seemed the perfect choice.

Bryce stood at Kayla’s door while Brent entered the room, sitting on the bed next to a sobbing younger sister. Kayla’s face was hidden in her pillow, her sobs very loud and obnoxious, and Brent took a small sigh for a moment. He rubbed his hand over her back, soothing her calmly.

“I’m not in the mood,” she mumbled to her pillow.

Brent was slightly taken aback, pulling his hand away from her back and gazing down at her in shock. “I wasn’t trying to-”

Kayla sat up, her make-up barely even smeared from the crying, water proof was a great thing, and she was good never to rub her eyes, and she glared at her brother. “I’ve just had sex, then been reamed out by mom, and now you want to come in here and calm me down, so you can fuck me again?”

That had been exactly what Brent had planned, actually. He had not really been thinking about her having had sex with Tristan just a few hours ago, after all she had fucked all four of them on the kitchen table within an hour once. He had just known that he needed her, and with Bryce as watchmen, it was the perfect time to take her, for all of her noise would be thought of as sobs.
“Do you like Tristan better than me?” Brent asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kayla sniffed back her sobs and stared into Brent’s face, then she smiled a bit. Her hands were faster than he expected them to be. She pushed him onto his back on the floor of her room before he could even think straight. She straddled him, running her hands over his body as she stared at him with cold eyes. “You’re my brother,” she said, enunciating the words in hard tones, “I love you all. Let me prove it to you.”

By no means was she ready. She was dry from waiting, and shifting, and sobbing. It was hard to grow wet again when a body has gone that dry, but she pulled down Brent’s pants and boxers in one foul swoop, she moved over him, not even pulling her panties off but simply pulling them to the side, and roughly she slid down his cock, allowing him to enter her body to full capacity. He sucked in a bit of air, the dryness even hurt him a bit, but once he was inside of her he knew no way to complain. He pushed up and watched her move over him, taking him instead of him taking her. He moved his hand towards her clit, hoping it would make her wet, but she slapped his hand away and just continued to ride him.

The two thumped together, uncomfortably. He was enjoying it while she knew she felt nothing but pain in the rubbing, even though with the movement she was inevitably growing a bit wetter. She could not help herself, her body was betraying her need to be fucked. Brent reached forward once more, gripping her thighs. She tried to push his hands away from her, but he gripped on harshly and just continued to move in and out of her, pushing her as far up as she would go on his cock, before sliding back down. He was going to derive all of the pleasure he could from this movement, whether she really wanted to be there or not. She put himself on his hard cock, she was going to ride it out with him.

Kayla’s lips emitted small mewling noises of pain, but this only made Brent harder. He wondered if he was sadistic, enjoying the pain he raged on his sister, but he could not think that hard. He just wanted to be inside of her, over and over, and he would continued to move in and out, in and out, up and down, thrusting her so her breasts bounced up and down, jiggling in a sultry way.
Brent gripped her harder as he came inside of her, and she leaned forward, more exhausted than before. Brent was somewhere between just being satisfied with her, and wanting to comfort her. He lifted her body onto the bed and laid her back on it, her eyes watery once more. Brent ignored it, pulling up his pants and sealing the button, and slipping back into the hall with Bryce, callously leaving his sister behind, and soon sending in the next person who would victimize her for the evening.

“How is she doing?” Bryce asked, peeking through the crack in the door before Brent fully closed the door behind him.

“She’s feeling much better,” Brent lied. He then determined to add a bit of truth, even if it was not the right type of truth to tell. “She was the one who came on to me, after all.”

“Will you watch, so I can go see her?” Bryce asked. He was eager to be with his sister, Brent saw it in his twin’s eyes. He could not deny him, but he could not help the twinge of jealousy that came about. Was this what was to come next? There were four brothers, and all had a piece of their darling sister, if they all continued to want her like this, what else could be impending in their forthcoming?

“Of course,” Brent agreed, unable to refute his brother. Bryce slipped through the door just as their mother walked up the stairs. She did not notice Bryce’s departure, but she did perceive solitary Brent standing at the door.

“Where is Bryce?” she asked him.

“Washroom,” he lied. Lucky for them they had a private washroom in their room, as did most of the rooms but Grant and Kayla’s adjoining washroom. It was needed in a house this size, though logically anyone should have guessed that Kayla should have been given her own private room, but instead she was given the larger room while Tristan, who was barely home anyway, was given the smallest room on the third floor, practically the attic.

“Well hurry him up,” she snapped, her bitterness still apparent, “I want you both watching. Tristan would hit one of you if determined enough.”

She began to stomp past him. Brent could not stop himself from asking, “What are you doing?”

“I am locking the door to the stairs so that Tristan can not come down.” Brent had never seen his mother look so old as she did when she had turned to answer in that acrimonious phrase.

Inside of the room Bryce had Kayla on her stomach on her bed. She had not been so giving with the second twin. She suddenly became vicious and did not want to be used, and she fought, for the first time since Grant had raped her while studying. Bryce had pushed up her skirt, and seeing that her pussy was dry and well used, he had shoved himself into her ass, forcing her wider than she wanted to go. She cried out in pain and Bryce had to cover her mouth to stifle the cries that would alert their mother of what was being done. If Kayla announced the pain she was going through then their mother would most definitely ship Kayla off and away from them all.

Kayla lifted her body a bit, uncomfortable and in pain, but not for the reasons Bryce suspected. She knew he was going to use her body, and she had ever intention of letting him, for it would be the last time any of them would use her body like this. She had made up her mind what she wanted, and that was only one of them.