Payback is a Bitch

Payback is a Bitch

So there I was, in the middle of the night on the first Saturday of my school holidays driving halfway across town to pick up my older sister Clare. Having just gotten my p’s there was still a novelty in driving by my self, but not enough to keep me from being very pissed off. My older sister was almost nineteen and had managed to score a job babysitting the kids of a long time family friend. Seeing as how she didn’t have a car (or a licence for that matter) my parents had said that one of them would pick her up after work and take her home. I had been right in the middle of jerking off to some really good porn when mum had called and ordered me to get my sister. That was the way things worked in our family, Clare was the big important idol and was just some kid. If I got told to do something and didn’t do it straight away I got in strife, where as she could easily get away with murder. She had known that from our youngest days and always used it as a way to get me in to trouble, you know the kind of sibling that over flows the bath on purpose, blames you and you end up grounded for a month. The worst part of it was that my olds had always seemed to buy it and sometimes I would lay awake at night just wishing there was some way to get back at her for all the bull shit I’d put up with.

I pulled up out on the street in font of the Derren’s place, turned off the lights and walked to the front door. The kids my sister was looking after were only about five or six years old so they went to bed real early and she just sat around watching cable on their plasma screen. Mrs. Derren was a total witch who was so paranoid that the only reason Clare got the job was because her and our mum went to school together, Mr Derren on the other hand was pussy whipped so badly that I actually felt sorry for the poor guy.

As I reached the front door I heard a strange sound coming from my right, it was a repetitive noise that intrigued me so much that I had to have a look. I walked around the side of the house and saw that the light was on in the kitchen so, being as quite as a cat burglar, I crept up and looked in on something I had never expected to see.

My sister was totally naked, bent over kitchen the table, throwing her head around and moaning wildly as Mr Derren drove his cock up her ass. I realised then just how good looking she was; her 5’8 frame gave her gorgeous long legs that were at this moment spread wide on either side of Mr Derren’s. I could only just see her tight round ass, that was spanked red raw, and her amazing double D tits were madly flying back and forward behind a long curtain of thick red hair as she thrust her hot hips backwards again and again. Mr Derren, however, was not the vision of beauty Clare was, he was fat, balding with a tooth brush moustache and the look of someone who hadn’t had a good fuck in years. Just then I got a brilliant idea, you know, one of those ideas that just blossoms in you brain like a flower that seems so obvious you wonder why you didn’t think of it straight away. I quickly wiped out my phone and turned on the video camera, pointed it at the window and started to film. I made sure that I wasn’t getting any reflection and zoomed in on the scene. By this point my sister was moaning and howling in ecstasy so loudly that you could easily hear it through the glass and I wondered why the kids didn’t come out to investigate. Her arms went all ridged and her whole body shook as she made savage gasping, howling noises. Mr Derren grunted loudly and pulled his cock out of her and she eagerly spun around and started sucking him off with such vigour that it was as if she enjoyed this more then the root. Just then the memory filled up on my phone, but I still managed to snap off a few still frames of him coming all over Clare’s face and her licking it up. By this point I had a raging hard on and wished that I had had a chance to finish my wank earlier. But none the less I stashed the phone in my pocket and walked out to the car, I sent her a text to let her know I was there, then all there was to do was to sit and wait for her.

As I sat there I wondered about what best to do with this situation, I mean, I had over a minute of film and some pictures of my older sister, the most popular girl in school, the one that everyone, the guys, the teachers, even the lesbian chicks would sell their right arm to get with, senselessly fucking the shit out of some old ugly dude. I could put it on the networked computer school, let everyone see it and make her a laughing stock, but that didn’t really get me anything, did it? Show it to Mr Derren, he’d freak and give me anything I wanted, but then again, he didn’t really have anything I wanted. Give it to Mrs. Derren, she’d openly threatened to kill Clare if she ever fooled around with her husband, but as much as I hated her, I didn’t want my sister dead. There was no use showing it to my parents, she was their little angel and I’d probably just get in trouble for perving and I didn’t want that. What did I want, I asked my self, and my thoughts drifted back to Clare’s insanely hot fuck, her amazing body, and the boner still present and accounted for in my trousers. Then, all at once, I knew what I could do that would pay back my sister and get me something every guy at our school wanted.

Just then the porch light came on and Clare strutted out all proud and confident as usual. I pretended to be napping and when she saw that the door was locked the pounded fiercely on the window while I unlocked it.

“What are you doing here, shit for brains?” she snarled

“The olds sent me to pick you up, their working late.”

“Oh great just what I need, some little prick parking us up a tree”

“Just cause you can’t drive”

“Why do I need to when I have a whole house of slaves to do it for me.”

‘You just keep thinking that bitch’ I said inwardly as I drove home through the cold night with Clare constantly trying to grab the steering wheel so the car would get damaged and, consequently, so would I.

As soon as we got home I belted upstairs to my room and pulled out me phone, I could hear my sister watching TV downstairs, but she had a habit of just barging into my room so I had to be quick. I e-mailed the video and pictures to my computer and marvelled at the quality, you could really tell it was Clare sucking and fucking some old guy, good thing I hadn’t cheeped out on a phone. Then I copied it to a couple of floppy disks, CD’s and a flash drive, all of which I hide I different part of the room. I then put one set on the favourites of my computer and hid another in the depths of the hard-drive in my porn folder titled ‘System Configuration’. I checked the clock and saw that it was only 9:30, my olds were big important accountants at some firm and when they worked late they weren’t usually home till midnight, that is to say mum wasn’t. Our parents were divorced and though they hated each other they still worked together and dad was around quite a bit. I then prepared to follow through with my philosophy of ‘fortune favours the bold’ and got ready to do the boldest thing of my life. Pulling up the original photos and movie still on my phone and sent them directly to my sister’s phone. Knowing that she always kept it on it would only be a matter of seconds before she got the message. I sat there quietly counting backwards from ten and as soon as I hit zero there was an ear splitting shriek from the living room followed by pounding footsteps. I turned to the door, doing my best to look nonchalant, just in time to see Clare burst through. She was wearing very very tight jeans and a bright red button up top that clashed magnificently with her hair. Her bright green eyes and luscious red lips were ablaze with fury and she screamed: “Where did you get these?!”

“Where do you think?” I shot back, cradling my phone and trying to keep a straight face.

“GIVE ME THAT FUCKING THING!!” she screamed and made a lunge for my hand.

“I’ve got copies!” I shouted and she froze halfway between me and the door. “You lay one hand on any of them” I continued “and this goes to every one, the Derren’s, our parents, the entire school, everyone.

I must admit, it was very satisfying seeing the rage and hatred drain right out of her face to be replaced with pure abject terror. She started to shake and withdrew her hand, standing in the middle of the room breathing heavily and looking at her feet. I could tell that the wheels in her head were turning as she examined the situation from every perspective, trying desperately to find a way out.

“What do you want?” she finally whispered in a voice the suggested she was about to burst in to tears.

“Well you see Clare,” I said folding my arms in the same business like manner dad used to use when talking about accounting “I’m a guy. And as a guy I have certain things that need to be taken care of. If you help me with them, then this can all stay between you and me.”

“You want me to do your chores?” she said in a puzzled voice.

“I think you know what I mean.” I replied and saw her eyes fall to my crotch, where the hard on I was sporting from earlier that night strained against my jeans. Her eyes brows flew up as she realised what I was talking about and a look, some where between fear and surprise crossed her face. But before I had a chance to take this in she flew at me, I though she was going for broke and trying to get the phone back, but instead of going for my arm her hands flew to the waist band of my pants and in one swift movement she tore them all the way down to my knees.

Now I’m not one of those guys who goes around bragging about the size of my cock, but Peter North would cry if he saw it. At full stretch it cracks on just under eight inches and is pretty wide to boot, I may only be seventeen, but believe me this guy had met a few young ladies. After a moment of shock Clare wrapped both hands around my shaft and started jerking me to attention. It didn’t take her long, one of her smooth, silky hands moving up and down the shaft with a practised ease and the other gently massaging my balls, until I stood fully erect. With a quick look at the door to make sure we weren’t being watched she took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide and gobbled half my cock at once.

It was amazing I tell you. Her tongue whipped around the head, all the way down the shaft then back up again as her head bobbed back and forth, while her hands kept perfect time with her face, taking what her mouth couldn’t. Shaking her head back and forward like a dog and letting my cock push up against the side of he mouth was one of the best feelings ever as her tongue began to flick back and forwards on the tip and base of the head. But as she started sucking with the force of a vacuum I realised that she was trying to make me cum as quickly a possible so this would be over. My suspicions were confirmed when her hands trailed down, taking one ball each to role around in the their palm and she deep throated my entire cock at once, swallowing it all the way up to the hilt, her hose nestled in my pubes. She held this position for a good ten seconds, before sliding back out and licking the head like a lollipop. She repeated this twice more and it was almost too much to bear, I knew I was on the verge of coming, but I still wanted to try and do something more to get back at her. Looking past the bright red hair I saw that the act of kneeling down to suck me off meant that her ass was straining against her jeans, and what an ass it was! In light of this I did the only logical thing I could think of. When she deep throated me for the third time, I bent forward as far as I could, raised one hand and slapped her across the backside. A deep moan vibrated up her throat and right through my cock and looking down I could see her eyes rolled back in her own pleasure. So I slapped again, harder on the same cheek and she groaned even louder. Now this was too much for me to take and I leaned back in my chair, preparing to cum, my balls rumbled and my dick expanded. But instead of pulling my cock out of her mouth and jerking me off all over her face like all the other girls I’d been with, she slid back to the last inch or so and started thrashing her tongue around and using her hands jerk off my shaft. I started coming and felt her suck and suck like she hadn’t eaten in weeks until I finally stopped.

Gulping down the last of my sperm she stood up, shaking and panting like she was the one that had just come and said in very coy voice “Is that what you had in mind?”

“That’s exactly what I had in mind” I said, felling my whole body finally begin to relax.

“So can I have those copies back now?”

I sat there and though for a moment, her unquestioning eagerness to suck off her little brother over that material showed me that this meant more to her then I even could have imagined. Not to mention the fact that this had, with out doubt, been the best sex experience of my life.

“No, not yet,” I said, pulling my pants back up “You think one lousy blow job is enough to buy me?” Her face fell and I could tell that that was just what she had thought.

“You mean you want more?” She stammered.

“Lots more,”

“As in…like…you want…to…to…” she stammered, I can not tell you how good it felt to see Clare like this, with some else having power over her instead of the other way around.

“I mean that when I ever need something like this taken care of, you help me out,”

“As in you want to fuck me?” she whispered

“Yes,” I said without hesitation “but not right now, later. Do these things, and all this stays between us two.”

“For how long?”

I just smiled and pointed to the door. After Clare left I showered, got changed and lay down in bed, thinking of how long it would take her to work off her debt of all the crap she had put me through. But also thinking of all the things I could make her do for me.


I slept in late the next morning and got up about ten, showered and went downstairs to fine some food. Mum had already left for work and after wolfing down some cold pizza I went into the lounge room and found my sister siting on the couch watching some crappy soap.

“Clare,” I said in a singsong voice and she turned around in fright, having not heard me behind her.

“What do you want?” she asked, maybe a bit more politely then usual.

“What we talked about last night,” I replied, glad to see her face drop as I flopped down in one of the arm chairs “Now get over here and do you thing.” But just as she got up and approached me a really wicked idea crossed my mind.

“Wait, get naked first.”

She paused for a moment, but all I had to do was raise an eyebrow and her top was off and lying on the floor next to me. As she undid her bra I saw that her tits really world class double d’s, with a smooth round texture and bright pink perky nipples that were diamond hard already. She slid off her cargo pants and panties all at once and I was treated to the sight of her pretty shaven pussy and long athletic legs.

I gestured with my finger and she glided over, undoing my pants, to reveal an already solid cock, and wrapped her whole mouth around it at once, going straight for the deep throat this time. Once she started to run out air, however, she pulled back and began slowly bobbing her head up and down, flicking her tongue in out of the eye whenever they were aligned. I also mixed things up a little, placing both hands on the back of head and applying just enough pressure to control how fast she was moving, so that I was effectively fucking her face.

After about two minutes of this I started to pre-cum and she lapped it up noisily, making slurping sounds as it mixed with her saliva and she swallowed them both. I figured that it was now time to move on to the main event, digging my hands in under her bright red hair I pulled her face back off my cock. She was still gasping, straining forward trying to get it back in her mouth; this girl really loved to suck dick!

“Lie down on the floor and pull back your legs.” I said in as a commanding voice as I am capable of.

“But come on, I...I’m you sister.” She stammered, even though I could see a faint look of anticipation on her face mixed in with the fear.

“No, right now you’re my bitch,” I shot back “and if you don’t then all your friends are going to get a very interesting video message soon.”

With the look of some one who is about to cry she lay back on the living room floor and pulled her legs back away from her beautiful pussy. I pulled my pants right off and slid forward towards her. Lying down on top of my sibling I reached out and began to play with her breasts. They were big and round so much so that I could barely get my hands around them, with a smooth silky texture just like the hands that had moments ago been jerking me off. I bent even further forward so that our bodies were now pressed against each other and took one of her nipples in my mouth. I enjoyed its rough but smooth texture as I swirled my tongue around it, brushing the tip back and forward while I flicked the other one like a light switch. I heard Clare draw in a deep shuddering breath and her whole chest rattled with the effort. I could tell she was trying not to enjoy this, but really it was all biological by this point.

Taking my hands off her tits I let them stray down to her virginal mound and found the target I was looking for. Despite her best efforts she was soaking wet and sitting back up on my knees I pulled my hips back and in one fluid movement drove my dick in to her all the way up to the base. The result was instantaneous, she threw back her head and shriek at the top of her lungs as if I had just electrocuted her. With her back still arched and face contorted I pulled out half way and shoved the old boy back in again. Her pussy was so tight and it felt like the damn thing was milking my cock, not wishing to disappoint I started picking up a slow rhythm, that involved sliding my cock almost all the way out then driving it in so hard that her ass would scoot forward an inch or so on the carpet. To be perfectly honest I was really enjoying the way the howled and moaned each time I impaled her on my dick, the noises made her sound like she was somewhere between intolerable pleasure and agonising pain.

“Ugh ugh…ahhhh OH YEAH!!” she barked, seaming to forget that this was not what she had originally wanted.

I continued to pump away with both hands on either side of her shoulders to support myself as I hammered the old boy home time and time again. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust and loathing as I began to pick up more speed thanks to the fact that she was becoming wetter by the minute.

“Come on then!” she bellowed at me “You said you wanted to fuck me, huh?! So fuck me already! Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Her whole body shook violently like a paint shaker as she came and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock and begin to ripple. She was slamming her head back into the floor and her hips were bucking like some wild thing. It was all too much. With a final shove I started squirting baby goo deep into her cunt. Due to the intensity of her orgasm she hadn’t noticed this fact, but as soon as she did her eyes snapped open she tore me from her and in one smooth motion flipped on all fours and started sucking my membrane.

I kept cumming for almost a minute, but when the last drop of white gold was gone, well, she was still sucking! Once again I thought that she may in fact enjoy sucking more then fucking, and once again I saw that gorgeous ass protruding out behind her. This time however I didn’t just start slapping her. Taking two fingers I bent forward and slid them back and foward in her juices that were still leaking out. Then I trailed them up to her ass hole and slowly slid them in up to the second knuckle. She started making gasping sounds around my cock that was now once again diamond hard and her eyes rolled back in her head. I slid them all the way in and began to role them around, spreading her hole wider and wider. Clare started sucking me with a renewed vigour while grunting loudly and with my cock in her mouth the effect was so extreme that I started coming again. It wasn’t such a big load this time but none the less she gulped it like lifeblood, swirling my dick around in her mouth till every last bead was gone.

By now I was starting to feel a bit sore, so even while she was still bobbing her head back and forward and sucking like mad I pulled my self out of her mouth and saw her look a little disappointed.

“That’ll do for now,”

She took one final suck the leaned back on her heals, wiping her mouth clean and panting slightly.

“You really love to suck cock don’t you?” I said, watching her face turn red as I did.

“Yeah,” she answered “its just the taste and feel of it that I love, its wonderful”

“Well in that case” I sad “you can come and suck me off every morning, before you shower or anything.”

For once she was lost for words, so instead of uttering some sarcastic remark she just picked up her cloths and walked out of the room, staggering and swaying slightly as she went.

Wow, I thought, this was the greatest.

Things only got better from there. For the rest of the day, every two hours or so, I would find where Clare was hiding and fuck her hard or make her suck me off. We had a pretty big house, but always managed to find her, once she was hiding under our mums bed for some reason and all I had to do was flop my cock under there and let her do the rest. I made it a point to slap her hard on the ass or grab one of her tits every time we passed in the hallway and could see that this form of dominance was having a major effect one her usually huge ego.

By the end of the day I had fucked her five times and gotten over a dozen blowjobs so needless to say I was pretty wiped out. I lay in bed thinking how great things had gotten in the last 24 hours then drifted off to sleep remembering that the first thing I’d feel in the morning would be Clare’s hot mouth around my cock.

However when I awoke the next day I was not at the start of one of my sisters million dollar gobbles. My boxers were off and I was lying on my back with my dick pointing to the ceiling, fully erect and splattered with my own cum. She must have come in and sucked me off while I was asleep, needless to say this pissed me off. Even though I was breaking down her spirit she still thought the rules bent for her. I would make her pay for this, oh boy would I make her pay for this. I wiped my self down with a hand full of tissues and set off in search of my sex slave, finding her sitting at the table eating honey on toast and smirking.

“Enjoy your morning, treat?” she chuckled.

“It doesn’t count if I’m asleep.”

“You never said that,”

“Way wrong answer, loose the pants,” I said.

Clare sighed and rolled her eyes before standing up and sliding off her tracksuit pants, giving me yet another look at her gorgeous long legs.

“Bend over and grab the table,” I ordered. As she did what she was told I had another of my sprue of the moment ideas. You see none of my previous girl friends had ever let me fuck them up the ass, they said that it’d hurt too much. None the less it was something I had always wanted to try and here was a hot chick that I could do anything I wanted to; and if it hurt her while making me feel good, well, so much the better.

I stepped out of my boxers and grabbed the bottle of honey off the table. My cock was already hard and I pored some it over myself then half emptied the bottle on to Clare’s ass hole. She must have sensed what I was planing to do because she turned around and looked at me with fear in her eyes. I grabbed he around hips and pressed my dick against her anus. She was so tight that it didn’t give and I had to spread her cheeks apart and really push just to get my head in there, I heard Clare whimpering and her whole body shook as I pushed forward another inch or so. She was so unbelievably tight that it was like I was trying to force my dick into a keyhole instead of an ass hole. It took me a good few minutes to get myself all the way in by which point Clare was shuddering constantly and letting loose a long slow groan. I slipped out a bit then pushed in hard, gyrating my dick so the re-entry would be easier the slid back in again. Clare moaned and reached between her legs and started fingering her self; she started her usual screamer routine: moaning, grunting, gasping and occasionally throwing in phrases like “Harder damn it. Harder!”

She was almost lying on the table by this point so I reached forward and grabbed her hair and dragging her up in to an almost standing position all the while pumping my dick in and out of her with my balls slapping against her wet pussy. Her legs bent and she started to bounce up and down in a sort of squatting position, with me forcing my self in and out of her the effect was that our locked pelvis’s were moving in a sort of circular pattern.

She turned to look at me, eye green eyes filled with an unholy hatred and screamed “Little boy likes to fuck, huh! HUH! HU-UGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!” and with that she bared her teeth in orgasm and looked as if she were ready to rip the table cover in half.

This went on for about five minutes; I was trying to hold off on cumming for as long as possible so as to enjoy the feel of her tight ass. Clare was on what I think must have been her third orgasm from playing with her self and was screaming “Yes yes yes!” over and over so loud I wondered why the neighbours hadn’t come to investigate. But these thoughts we pushed out of my head by the glorious sensation that comes right before you do. I ripped my dick from her with some degree of effort and right on queue she reached around and started jerking me off with her hand while she recovered from her orgasm. I started squirting semen all over her ass, which mixed in with the honey and formed a goo that dripped down her legs and mixed with her own juices. Clare finally composed herself enough to turn around and suck the last of baby cream from me, all the while she was running her hand up and down her thigh collecting the mixture of honey, sperm and love juice that had collected there and in between inhaling my cock she would gulp down a fist full of the stuff.

Suddenly, for no truly apparent reason she stopped both actions. She just stared at her hand, full of our forbidden fluid, with a look of total horror, then, with her other hand absent-mindedly wanking my dick she looked up and said, “Can I go now?”

“But you look like your having so much fun?” I said

“Please?” she begged

“Oh all right then,” I sighed.

She got up and walked out of the room limping slightly and just as she closed the door behind her I heard a small whimper.

There was a brief moment when I almost felt sympathy for her. Then I remembered the time the she had ordered twenty pizzas for her and her friends, told mum that I’d done it and I’d had to pay almost two hundred dollars for the whole thing. Well I may have gotten her back for that by now, I thought, but she’d still wronged me plenty of other times.

But something was still nagging me, she looked as if, in her mind at least, that having the whole world knowing about her and Mr Derren would not be nearly as bad as all of this. I had to get more dirt on her, it was the only way to keep this up.


About an hour after our kitchen ass rape experience I snuck down the hall to Clare’s bed room. Having heard her just got down stairs I guessed that this would be the perfect time to look for more black mail. I crept quietly across the landing and slipped through the door in tho her room. I was immediately knocked back by the odour of perfume and hair spray; say what you want about Clare but she sure smelled like a women. I started to poke around looking for something I could use as leverage, I checked all the usual spots, desk draws, under her mattress, behind books. Finally I decided to have a quick look in her draws then skedaddle before she got back. The first two had nothing to offer, in the third one I found some really cheeky lingerie, which made no real sense, seeing as how she had never had any of her boyfriends over here before. But on the fourth one, jackpot. Sitting on top of a white towel was a tiny pink book with the word ‘diary’ written across the front in gold lettering. I quickly pocketed it, but before leaving I noticed something else, the towel in her draw was lumpy and it sounded as if some thing was rolling around in there. Quickly glancing at the door I decided that there was nothing she could do to me now, so I lifted up the towel to reveal a truly remarkable collection of dildos. There must have been nearly thirty of the damn things, more then any one women could need, including a few of those double ended ones that are meant to be used by two women at once along with a very large black strap on. This puzzled me even more, despite the fact that it was really hot to think of Clare with another girl, maybe something I could now make happen. I decided to retreat and think on this matter before things got even weirder.


After an hour or so of pondering I decided that the one thing that would embarrass Clare more then fucking Mr Derren was her fucking me. I set up my web cam and turned off the computer screen, I figured that if she knew what I was doing it may prove to be the final straw. All I had to do now was hit ENTER and everything in the room would be recorded. However just as I was about to call Clare in to my room when I heard a car pull up in the driveway. My first thought was that mum was home and I’d have to put off this plan until late, but then I heard the door bell ring and knew that it couldn’t be her. I crept out and looked over the rail just in time to Clare open the door to reveal our cousin Stephanie; Clare and Steph had always been pretty tight, partners in crime if you will, and I had a sinking suspicion that I knew what they were going to be talking about. I bolted back in to my room just as they ascended the stairs and slunk into Clare’s room. I gave them a few minutes then snuck across the landing and placed my ear gently against the crack in the door. I could hear sobbing coming from in side and could just imagine Clare sitting on the floor weeping with Steph cuddling her. Carefully as I could I slipped the door open a crack, and peaked through, sure enough there sat Clare in the middle of the room, head in her hands with Steph’s arm around her.

“I juts don’t know what to do,” sobbed Clare, “I’m scared that I’m starting to like it.”

“Do you want me to try and talk to him?” asked Steph.

“It won’t work, there’s only one thing he under stands, I mean he fucked me up the ass this morning. It hurt so much, but it felt so good.” was her reply.

“Well maybe I can use that.”

I shot outta there and made my way back to my room as quickly and quietly as I could. Clare was always the first ask for help and the last to give it. If Steph had offered to help her it was only a matter of time before I saw my cousin. Sure enough I had only been back a few minutes when there was a knock at the door and Steph glided in.

Let me put it this way for you, all the women in my family tree are insanely hot, Steph was no exception. She had raven black hair that was trimmed in to one of those Louis Lane do’s from the old super man movies with big brown eyes to match. She was about a foot shorter then Clare and her tits may have been a half a cup size smaller, but these were made up for by a totally bodacious set of hips and an arse that made Clare’s look like some old lady. It was round and firm looking and stuck out about an inch behind her; even though she was my cousin I had often dreamed about grabbing hold of that arse as I fucked her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a month. I spun around in my desk chair and, in doing so, brushed the 'enter' key so that the web cam started recording. I don’t know why, but something in my gut told me that Steph was here to barter for Clare’s freedom

“Hey cous,” I said in a casual voice that insinuated I had absolutely no idea why she was here.

“Hey,” she chimed “I was wondering if we could talk?”

“Sure, why not?” I shrugged and invited he to sit on the bed, where I quickly joined her.

“It’s about your sister,” she said.

“What about her?” I replied, still acting all innocent.

“I know what you two have been doing and I think you should stop.” She said all this very fast, as if slightly embarrassed by the whole thing.

“And why the hell would I do that?” I retorted “I have needs you know.”

“Well,” she said, gently placing her hand on the inside of my thigh, “maybe I can help you with that.”

Holy crap! I thought, is this for real? I decided to go for broke, figuring what’s the worst that could happen.

“And how do you suppose you could do that?” I asked, still trying to act all innocent like the little kid they’d locked in the closet for nearly 8 hours once.

With that Steph leaned over and kissed me, it wasn’t one of those little pecks on the cheek that cousins normally give each other, this was a full French kiss. Her tough was thrashing around in my mouth like a wild snake and I did my best to kiss her back and let her know I was in to it. While we were at it I let my hands roam her body, she was wearing a tracksuit and my first instinct was to go for that amazing ass of hers. I slid my hands down her back and cupped her cheeks, but something felt…different, like there was something missing. In an attempt to unravel this mystery I pulled back the wast band of her pant and slide my hands down on her bare skin and I suddenly realised that the thing that was missing was her panties, she wasn’t wearing any.

As we kissed she slowly pushed me backwards until we were lying on the bed with her on top. Gently as I could I reached up the back of her shirt and, after a minute or so of fiddling, managed to unhook her bra. She realised what I was doing and sat up, straddling my stomach and unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her perky boobs, they were those long almost pointed kind of boobs you get, with big brown nipples that stood fully erect. With her shirt off she slowly slid down the length of my torso, rubbing every part of her body against my fully erect part, when her face got there she reached up and tugged down my strides, only to get smacked in the face by my hard membrane.

“Wow,” she said, her eyes wide with astonishment, “I’d never imagined…”

“Why,” I asked in a fake concerned voice “is there a problem?”

“No, it’s just I’ve never tried it with one this…big.” And with that she smiled, stuck out her tongue and licked my dick in one slow stroke from the base all the way to the head. Taking the head in her mouth she licked around and started pulling it in, little by little, centimetre by centimetre with agonising slowness. She didn’t go hard and fast like Clare, instead she went top to bottom, taking nearly a minute to make the round trip. This was starting feel way to good; I didn’t want this to be over, not before I had sampled as much of her as I could. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up so she was sitting on my cock again. Some how she managed to wiggle out of he tracksuit bottoms and began rubbing her clean shaven pussy against my ball sack. She didn’t seme to want to let me in so I decided to be a little more assertive and reached around, grabbing her hips, I then proceeded to lift her up, by this point she got the idea and started to help. I put my cock at the entrance to her cunt and pushed to head in so slightly, then, when every thing was in position, I simply let her go and she dropped straight down onto my waiting dick. Her eyes flew open and she let loose a deep moan, the slow sensual Steph was gone and in her place was what I can only describe as a sex crazed maniac whose only ambition in like was to cum as loud and hard as they could. She sat straight up, brought her knees forward and began to bounce, only a little at first, but quickly building up speed and hight till she was leaping all the way to the top of my dick then back down. Her hips were a blur and her fingers were digging in to my stomach, her leaned forward and put her hands on either side of my head so she was effectively kneeling on all fours with me underneath her. Her tits were right in my face so, as any guy would have, I reached out and fondled both of them, first taking one then the other in my mouth and sucking her nipples till the were rock hard.

“Oh yeah!” she moaned as I twisted her tits between my fingers like radio dials. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, DON’T STOP! YEAH-AAAHHHHHHHHHHH-!!” and with that her pussy clamped down on me and she came with long howl. But I wasn’t finished yet, granted I was pretty close but there was still one more thing that I wanted to try first. Steph had gone quite limp after her last orgasm, so I gently pulled my dick out of her and rolled her off me, sliding around so that I was behind her I grabbed her waist and flipped her over. Again she cottoned on and propped her self up on all fours and as I looked down I saw her gorgeous ass presented before me. I slipped the old fella in to the pussy and heard he draw in a slow shuddering breath as reached down to clamp on to her hips. I began a slow thrusting motion, occasionally sliding my hand down her thigh, enjoying its smooth texture as I did. Each shove impaled me deeper and deeper into her and as her torso was driven forward each time she would let out a quick grunt before pushing herself back on to me. I then had a though, something I had done to Clare and had always wanted to do to Steph; I took one hand off her hip, raised it high and slapped her hard across her right cheek.

“AHH!” she cried, more out of surprise then pain, but then a moment later she turned back to face me as best she could and shouted “Harder DAMN IT!”

I was a little surprised by this, I mean I knew some chicks liked being spanked, but I’d never though Steph to be one of them. None the less I was happy to oblige, I stretched out my hands and began slapping her each time I forced my cock into the, her ass was very quickly becoming red raw, but I could tell from the fact that her moans had become long and constant that she was enjoying it. Then for some reason she shifted her weight on to one hand for support and reached back beneath her self. I had no idea what she was up to, not really caring as I was cherishing the feeling of her tight little pussy. Then I felt her hand massaging my ball sack and I damn near exploded into a million pieces. That was all I could take, I shoved into her once more then pulled out and started coming all over her ass. Like Clare she noticed what was up and turned around to take my cock in her mouth and started sucking the stuff outta me like air through a straw, one hand was jerking my shaft, not that I needed and help, while the other was down between her legs fingering herself. This was only the second time that day that I had cum so it was quite a lot, but Steph still lapped it up with relish until I finally started to go soft from exhaustion.

She sat back on her knee and looked up at me with a slightly guilty expression, I guess she didn’t think that she would enjoy this as much as she did.

“So will you leave Clare alone now?” she asked, in a very soft, almost childish voice.

“I’ll think about it,” I said, glancing over to see that the little light on my computer monitor was still blinking.

This seemed to satisfy Steph for now, so with out speaking she gathered up her cloths and proceeded to dress, me watching with glee the whole time. Once she’d left I quickly ducked over to my computer and switched the screen on to see my own face staring back at me due the web cam being on. I clicked it off and skimmed over the film that had been collected over the last twenty minutes. I had managed to capture the whole thing in pretty good detail and decided that if one sex slave was good, then two would be better. Not to mention the fact that Clare wouldn’t want her best mate in the world to go through the horror of having everyone know what she had just done. I burnt a copy to CD then went down the hall to Clare’s bedroom, when I entered I saw the two of them sitting on the bed chatting, I assume about me because they stopped once they saw me there.

“I’ve come to a conclusion about what you asked,” I said to both of them, Clare let a fleeting smile cross her face, thinking this was her moment of freedom.

“And-?” said Steph

I tossed the CD onto the bed next to them “Watch this first,” was all I said. Clare, who must have thought it was the last copy of the stuff with her and Mr. Derren, quickly snatched it up and stuck it into her computer. Steph glided over to watch while I decided to keep my distance, the moment the movie started to play their faces fell, they only had to watch the first few second to know what it was before Steph reached over and turned it off. They turned to face me, identical looks of horror on their faces.

“But how-?” stammered Clare

“I have my ways,”

“So what dose…do…what do you…?” stuttered Steph completely loosing her resolve. I considered making the two of them go down on each other then and there for my entertainment, but I was a little sore from my earlier work out so I just said “Clare will explain to you what I want.” And with that I just turned and left, thinking things couldn’t get any better.


Our Mum got home about a half an hour later, which wasn’t so unusual for a Sunday, Steph hung around for a few minutes to say hi before getting in her car and leaving. The whole car thing was pretty unnecessary in my opinion, seeing as how she only lived about two blocks from our house, but considering that now she was mine I had no real problems with her getting here as quickly as she could. I was a little worried that my plan had failed and that Clare was about to spill the beans to mum as well, so I decided to see what was up. For the second time that day I crept out of my room and snuck down the landing towards Clare’s room; when I got to our parents old room however I saw that the door was open just a crack and that Clare and Mum were sitting on the edge of the bed talking. I couldn’t hear everything that they were saying, so I snuck over and peeked through the door.

“Its okay honey,” said Mum, placing a hand on her shoulder, like any mother would. “I’ll talk to the sisters and see if there’s anything we can do,”

“Thanks mum,” sighed Clare, as if a great weight had jus been lifted from her.

“Hey, what are mothers for,” and with that she leaned over and kissed her, they wrapped their armed around each other and sat there making out like a couple of drunk horny French teenagers and Martiegra.

All I could do was stand there and stare, and although this was pretty hot to see all I could think was “What the hell is going on here?”

To be continued…