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Authors name: Anonymous NixPix Author 1994
Story title : Blackmailed Sister

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Blackmailed Sister (Mm+/f-teen, blkmail, inc, beast, reluc)
By Anonymous NixPix Author 1994

***

Mark lay on his bed, on top of his hastily made covers, 
and roamed his own Naked body. His hand slowly moved down 
to his hard cock and wrapped around the shaft. Slowly, 
moaning softly, he began to stroke it up and down, 
lingering on the head and squeezing harder, before moving 
down again.

Only one image, one girl, filled thoughts 24-hours a day. 
He wanted her. She filled his every desire. Her face 
danced before his eyes as his stroking increased. He saw 
himself fucking her, using her body that he had to see, 
to touch, to taste. He felt that familiar churning in his 
groin and increased the rhythm.

He heard the front door slam shut and looked to his open 
bedroom door. Even as footsteps started up the stairs he 
didn't get up or try to cover himself. He knew who it 
was. The only person it could be; the object of his lust 
and desire.

He heard his sister reach the top of the stairs and 
started to beat his cock with a fevered pace. She walked 
passed his room, not even glancing his way as she walked 
to her own bedroom down the hall.

He was beyond the point of no return, grunting softly; he 
brought the orgasm to its fulfillment. His teenage cock 
erupted, spewing his cum over his chest, stomach, thighs 
and hands. His hand slowed as he stroked the last few 
beads from his dick.

With a morose sigh he looked towards his open door. She 
had missed him once again. How many times had that 
happened this summer? Four, five? Both his parents worked 
late, and never came home early. Having watched his 
pretty sister develop from an early age, Mark had begun 
to lust after her in a very unnatural way. They were 
never close, not at all, and whatever small amount of 
guilt at having those feelings was easily consumed with 
his need to fuck her.

*

Left alone with her in the same house, forced to be 
around her as she wore next to nothing all too often, 
Mark finally had to put a scheme into play that he had 
long desired. He was going to fuck her. So far, his plan 
had failed. Leaving the door opened while he masturbated 
had accomplished nothing. And she had never shown any 
interest in him. She would never fuck him freely, he now 
knew. So, there was only one resort. He would have to 
make her do it.

He didn't want to rape her. Well, he did, but that wasn't 
an option. He was only twenty-two, home for the summer 
from college, and had his whole life ahead of him. Going 
to jail for rape was not what he planned for his future. 
He wanted to force her, but she had to make the final 
decision. And he knew how to do it.

Only nineteen, Anne was still young enough to be fixated 
on a single goal, and quite young enough to get herself 
into trouble. She was the baby of the family, daddy's 
little girl who could do no wrong. She had saved up 
enough money to spend the last three weeks of summer in 
the Bahamas with some friends, but their dad had already 
made it quite clear that he did not wish his baby girl to 
go on such a trip.

They had made a deal; if she could spend the first part 
of the summer proving she was the perfect angel her 
father thought she was, then she could go. One slip up, 
and it was all over. Mark had made it his duty to make 
certain she slipped up.

At first it was hard. He had a job, and couldn't spend 
his days following her around. But she worked as well. It 
was the nights that he prowled, following her about with 
a video camera in hand. 

For two full weeks, he followed his sister from place to 
place, house to house, party to party. Through it all she 
didn't take one drink, didn't smoke one cigarette, and 
didn't use a single drug. She was, apparently, daddy's 
little angel.

He filmed her anyway, using prize shots of her bending 
over as masturbating material. He was about to give up 
entirely when one weekend night he finally caught her 
committing a crime far worse than any of the others.

He watched her leave a party and sneak into the trees 
behind the house. And she wasn't alone. Mark moved closer 
to get a better look, when he recognized the person she 
was with. His name was Dave, and he was supposed to go 
along on the trip. A good kid, his father had been told, 
very responsible. Mark got close enough to make certain 
both their faces were visible in the dark light and sat 
back to film.

Mark watched in awe as his sister slowly unzipped Dave's 
jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. She dropped to 
her knees in front of him and pulled his shorts down, 
letting his cock spring free. She looked at it briefly, 
before taking the bobbing member in her mouth. Mark had 
already opened his pants and was jerking himself off as 
the lewd scene unfolded before him.

Mark had to concentrate to keep the camera on them as she 
worked his dick over. He came quickly, long before she 
was done with Dave, and was able to relax and enjoy what 
he was seeing. She sucked him hard and deep, taking 
almost the whole of this prick down her throat. He had 
never imagined that she was so skilled. Her head began to 
bob in quick, sharp motions, and Dave's knees buckled as 
he shot his load into her mouth. She didn't spill a drop.

As Anne and Dave made their way back to the party, Mark 
strolled back to his car as happy as he had ever been. He 
had her now.

*

Totally unsuspecting, Anne sat in her bedroom and brushed 
out her long, brown hair after a long shower. It was 
Friday afternoon and her parents had already left for one 
of their many weekend escapes. She had a full weekend of 
parties all planned. It would start tonight at the house 
party. She smiled to herself when she thought back to 
last weekend's house party and her little escapade with 
sexy Dave in the bushes. Tonight, she fully planned to go 
one step further.

She stood up and walked in front of her full-length 
mirror to watch herself brush her damp hair. Her thin, 
damp, robe clung to the curves of her breasts, and she 
noticed that her nipples had hardened while thinking 
about Dave's cock in her mouth.

She couldn't wait to have it in her cunt. Anne loosened 
the belt and opened her robe. She looked over her exposed 
flesh and smiled to herself. She did have a nice body, 
she had to admit. Only 5 and a half feet tall, her body 
was kept trim by a regular visit to the gym. Her tits 
were not huge, but at a C-cup, they were a nice hand 
full.

She put the brush down and cupped her tits, pushing them 
up and together, enhancing the cleavage. They were so 
nice. She let them drop and watched in erotic amusement 
as they bounced on her chest. Tweaking the nipples to 
make them even harder, she closed her eyes and swayed 
slowly. One hand moved slowly down over her firm stomach 
and traced a path down over her hip to her thigh. Slowly, 
her fingers moved in between her legs and brushed at the 
moist opening of her slit.

She moaned slightly and started to wiggle the tip of her 
finger inside. Through a barely noticeable crack in the 
door, Mark watched the lewd display of his sister 
touching herself. His eyes were wide and his cock 
throbbed as he watched the scene unfold. He had spied on 
her before, but he had never seen anything like this.

As he watched her reflection in the mirror, he took that 
moment to slowly back away and head downstairs. It was 
either that or he would have to jump her then and there. 
Once safely downstairs, he called out.

"Hey, Anne," he yelled, trying to sound annoyed. "Come 
down here, now!"

Anne snapped herself out of the moment as she heard her 
brother yelling at her. With a sigh, she slipped her 
finger out of her yearning hole and closed her robe. 
Opening the door she yelled down the stairs.

"What do you want?"

"Come down here!"

"I'm busy. I have to get ready to go out."

"This is about you going out!"

Anne furrowed her brow nervously. Even at 19 and free to 
make her own choices, her parents still left her older 
brother in charge of things. He had never bothered her 
before, but had the authority to royally screw up her 
life if he ever chose to. Nervously, she started down the 
stairs and found Mark waiting for her in the living room.

"What is it?" she asked, trying to sound angry at this 
intrusion. "I'm going to be late."

Mark just looked at her and shook his head. "Look, we 
both know that Mom and Dad want me to keep an eye on you 
when they're not around." Anne rolled her eyes and Mark 
had to fight hard not to break out into a vicious smirk. 
"Usually, I don't give a shit what you do, but I have 
something you better see." He picked up the remote and 
pressed play on the VCR.

She flashed Mark a confused look and turned to the TV. It 
was dark, and at first she wasn't certain what she was 
supposed to be looking at. But then the scene zoomed in 
on the face of Dave. It was still dark, but his face was 
clear. The camera panned over slightly and she saw her 
own face.

Her eyes widened in sudden realization of what this was. 
She watched herself drop to her knees in front of the guy 
and start to suck him off. Her face turned red with anger 
and fear, and she didn't even notice the rhythmic 
bouncing of the camera.

Anne turned and faced Mark, ignoring the TV. She didn't 
need to see anymore. Mark watched the scene for a few 
moments longer, a smirk dancing on his lips before he 
pressed the stop button.

"As you can see, we have a problem.," Mark almost 
laughed. "I'm not too sure Dad would care much for you 
going away this summer after he sees this."

Anne looked like she was about to faint. The possibility 
of her father seeing this only just then occurred to her. 
And Mark was right. He wouldn't let her out of his sight 
if he saw this. She looked at her brother and her lip 
curled in anger.

"So what do you want, Mark?" she demanded, realizing that 
there was going to be some heavy price for this to be 
kept secret.

"I don't know," he answered coolly. "What do you have to 
offer?"

She felt lost. She was totally at his mercy and she knew 
it. But she also knew that Mark already had something in 
mind. She could see it in his eyes and it made her shift 
nervously.

"Look, whatever you want from me, you can have it. Just 
give me the tape." 

Mark held all the cards, but a lifetime of sibling 
rivalry wouldn't let her back down without a fight.

Mark just smiled. "Well, it's simple. I want you." Anne 
frowned in confusion. He moved closer to her, towering 
over her. "Give yourself to me from now until Sunday when 
Mom and Dad get home, do everything I say and ask of you, 
everything, and we'll forget this ever happened."

She wrinkled her nose. "What do you mean."

Mark started to get angry at her arrogance. "I mean I 
want you to be my slave for the weekend. Do everything I 
want." Anne took a step back. The lust on his face as his 
eyes moved down to her body was unmistakable.

"I don't think so!" she yelled at him.

Mark smiled and shrugged. "Your choice." He walked over 
and ejected the tape from the VCR and handled it idly in 
front of her. "Better have fun tonight then. Don't think 
you'll be seeing much of your friends, especially in the 
Bahamas, after Dad sees what his little girl has been up 
to."

Anne just stood and stared at her brother. She knew her 
life would be over if her father ever saw the tape. But 
the thought of being her brother's slave chilled her to 
the bone. Mark stood passively in front of her, offering 
her no support or opportunity. She ran the options 
through her head, unsure if she really understood them.

She could just walk away and risk Mark giving the video 
to her father, which she was certain he would, and 
effectively ruin everything. Or she could do what Mark 
wanted and be his slave. From the way that he had looked 
at her moments ago, she wasn't certain what that really 
meant. He didn't want to have sex with her, did he?

The thought made her shudder involuntarily. No, not even 
Mark could be so twisted. He would probably just spend 
the weekend humiliating her, making her do demeaning 
chores. She didn't like it one bit, but she knew she had 
no choice in the end. It was only a weekend, after all. 
The consequences were too great. At last she nodded.

"Alright, Mark, I'll be your slave for the weekend." She 
sneered at the last part, but Mark paid it no mind. He 
knew he could expect a lot of that kind of attitude all 
weekend and was ready for it. He just smiled and took a 
step closer.

"Good. I knew you'd see it my way." He smiled sweetly. 
"As a show of good faith." He handed her the videotape. 
"I still have the original, of course. You can have that 
too when the weekend is done, but only if you've been a 
good girl." She shot him a venomous glance as she took 
the tape from him.

"Okay, what do you want me to do, drive you around all 
day?" she demanded.

"No, nothing like. Not right now anyway. Come with me." 
He led the way back upstairs, Anne hesitantly in tow. He 
stopped briefly to grab a package from his room before 
leading her to her own. He threw the package on the bed.

"First, I want you to cancel all of your plans. Call your 
friends and tell them you are going away for the weekend. 
I don't want any of them calling here at all for the next 
few days. If they do, I might just forget about our 
little deal. Understood?"

Anne nodded. She knew.

"Good. When you're done, I want you to put on what's in 
the bag. And only what's in the bag. If you're wearing 
anything else, well, you know the deal." 

Anne nodded again, this time more confused.

"You have twenty minutes to get this all done. When 
you're dressed, come to my bedroom." He smiled a strange 
smile she had never seen him wear before and left her 
alone.

Anne sighed and shook her head, wondering what she had 
gotten herself into to. She knew she could still back 
down, but that would get her nowhere. She called as many 
of her friends as she could think of that called her on a 
regular basis and told them that she was taking off for 
the weekend. They gave her their best wishes, telling her 
they'd miss her at the party and such. She would miss 
herself for not being there too. When she was done, she 
picked up the package curiously.

Resigned to continue forward, at least for now, she tore 
open the package. She looked in confusion at the 
contents. Inside was a black and white French-maid's 
outfit, the low cut kind with the lacy frills and apron. 
It was obviously designed to be extremely sexual, and she 
doubted it would cover much of her ass or tits. Also, 
there was a pair of her black high heels. She shook out 
the dress, but to her dismay found no bra or panties.

Did Mark really want her to wear this without underwear? 
She recalled what he had said, and he had been clear. 
Nothing but what was in the package or the deal was off. 
Well, if things started to get too freaky, she could 
always back out later and risk her father's wrath.

Mark Sat on his bed and idly flipped through a magazine. 
He wasn't even certain what magazine it was, his heart 
was fluttering so rapidly. This was it. This was going to 
happen. All those months of penned up sexual frustration 
were about to come to an end. His eyes were ever shifting 
to the clock, and as the appointed minute got closer, he 
got and more nervous. What if she backed out? No, she 
wouldn't. She couldn't!

A soft tap on his door caused him to drop the magazine. 
He quickly retrieved it and pretended to be engrossed in 
the contents. "Come in," he said at last, trying to make 
it sound like he didn't know who was there. His eyes 
nearly jumped out of his head as the door opened and his 
sister stood there nervously in the maid outfit he had 
bought for her just for this occasion.

He started at her feet and moved his eyes slowly up the 
shapely flesh of her naked legs. They were well shaped by 
her workouts, and her almost fanatical tanning made them 
an unflawed, golden brown. The short, black shirt barely 
covered the tops of her thighs and his eyes moved up past 
her waist and to the tight fitting, low cut top.

Even braless, her firm breasts swelled against the flimsy 
material. His eyes lingered on the visible cleavage and 
tops of her tits. Finally, her drew his eyes higher and 
swept up across her chest to her cute face. Framed by her 
long, brown hair, she was pretty. In the outfit, she was 
as sexy as he had ever seen her. He smiled as she stood 
there glaring at him shifting nervously under his 
scrutiny.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" she half demanded, 
half whined. He had always liked her whine, and had often 
wondered what it would sound like while she was being 
brutally fucked.

Mark put down the magazine and looked around. "Clean my 
room," he said. She looked at him like he was an idiot, 
which made him smile even more. "Make sure you pick 
everything up and tidy it good. And bend over all the way 
when you do."

She shot him a venomous glare but slowly started to work. 
This was degrading, but it could be worse. Maybe this 
would be the worst of it. She started by the door and 
moved her way in, grabbing dirty laundry as she went.

"Ah!" he snapped at her. "I said bend over all the way!" 
If looks could kill... She bent herself in half at the 
waist to pick up an errant sock. "And turn your back to 
me when you do."

She froze and thought about backing out. But Mark's smug 
look made her want to do what he commanded, if for no 
other reason to prove she was better than he was. She 
turned her back to him and bend over, then fully over, to 
pick up a piece of paper that had missed the garbage can. 
She felt slightly queasy at the thought of what she was 
doing. She knew that she was exposing her bare ass to his 
leering inspection. And even a bit of her pussy must have 
been showing.

Mark, on the other hand, was enjoying every second. His 
cock twitched and strained against his tight jeans every 
time Anne bent over. He was rewarded with several 
excellent views of the firm, shapely globes of her bare 
ass cheeks, and was happy to see no tan lines. In one 
view she had bent over in just the right way to let him 
see the perfect view of her luscious pussy. He rubbed 
himself as he watched the erotic scene.

Anne sighed with relief as she picked up the final piece 
of dirty laundry. Thankfully his room wasn't that dirty. 
Now that she thought about it, the stuff she had just 
picked up almost seemed to have been placed strategically 
about. She turned to him sharply when she realized his 
ploy.

"That it?" she demanded, feeling disgusted with him and 
herself. He continued to rub himself through his jeans 
even as she looked one.

"Almost," he said. "But you see, now I have this problem. 
Watching you bending over in front of, displaying 
yourself like that, has got me horny as Hell. I think you 
had better take care of it for me."

Anne stood and stared at her brother as if realizing for 
the first time the plight that she had allowed herself to 
become trapped in. "What do you mean?" she asked 
fearfully.

"I want you to give me head, Anne," he said matter-of-
factly, surprised at his confidence. Until that very 
moment he wasn't certain if he would ever really be able 
to go through with it. "Suck me off until I blow my load 
in your mouth." He smiled sweetly at her. Anne remained 
motionless, fear in her eyes. "Come on, Anne," he yelled, 
anger in his voice. "We both know what's riding on this. 
Get over here and suck me off!"

Fear started her into motion, but anger and disgust made 
that motion slow. How could she go through with it? How 
could she suck on her own brother's cock? Maybe if she 
just closed her eyes and sucked real fast it would all be 
over quickly.

She stopped at the edge of her brother's bed and looked 
down at him. He rubbed himself through his pants and 
finally popped the snap and unzipped them. He lifted his 
ass off the bed and scooted out of the pants, kicking 
them off onto the floor. His shirt and socks came off 
next, so that he lay before her in only his underwear. 
The bulge of his throbbing cock strained against the thin 
fabric, begging for release of the tight confines.

"Take them off," he ordered. He was surprised at Anne's 
compliance. He could see the disgust on her face, but he 
could also see a distance. She was doing everything she 
could to pretend that this wasn't happening, that Mark 
was someone else, Dave perhaps. He didn't care, as long 
as he got what he wanted. Anne bent over him and grabbed 
the waistband of the shorts. Mark raised his hips again 
and she peeled the shorts from his waist, over his thighs 
and finally off altogether.

She stared for long moments at the bobbing, twitching 
cock. If it had been someone else's, she thought, she 
would have called it beautiful. It was over seven inches 
long and a good thickness with a smooth, purple head. But 
it belonged to her brother. She would do this, this one 
time to be free of him. As sick as it all was, she knew 
she had no real choice.

Mark didn't have to encourage her anymore. She knelt 
beside the bed and positioned herself over his waiting 
cock. Her long hair brushed his naked stomach sending 
shivers up his body. But they were nothing compared to 
the feeling off her hot breath on his cock as she lowered 
her head and opened her mouth. She closed her lips over 
the head and licked out with her tongue, testing the 
flavor and texture. She started to gag, but more from the 
thought having her brother's cock in her mouth than from 
sucking a dick.

Composing herself, she went to work. She opened her mouth 
wider and plunged her head down on his throbbing penis. 
It was hot in her mouth, and felt good. She loved sucking 
cock. But she did her best to think this was Dave, not 
Mark, and settled quickly into a fast, steady rhythm, 
hoping to bring him off quickly.
Mark marveled at the fabulous sensations that were coming 
from his electrified cock. He knew from watching the tape 
of her and Dave that she had quite a bit of skill in this 
art, and that she was trying to her best to bring him off 
quickly. 

She was a little rough in her urgency, occasional 
scraping her teeth or letting him slip out from time to 
time. Never the less, he soon felt his balls churning. 
Waiting months for this very instant, the moment and the 
superior skill being used on his dick were becoming too 
much for him. He opened his eyes and looked down at the 
top of her head as it bobbed up and down. An occasional 
slurp could be heard, exciting him all the more. He 
moaned and writhed under her skilled mouth, trying his 
best to resist pumping his cock into her mouth, wanting 
to savor this as long as possible. But he was quickly 
losing the battle. He was going to cum, soon.

He reached down and stroked her hair before placing his 
hand on the top of her head.

"I'm going to cum, Anne," he whispered hoarsely. "You're 
going to make me cum." She put her hand around the base 
of his cock and tried to pull her mouth away, but he 
pushed at her head, keeping her on him. "No, I'm going to 
cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow every 
drop."

She tried to push away, but he grabbed her head with both 
hands and began thrusting, fucking her mouth as she 
gurgled and tried to scream at him. His ass cheeks 
suddenly clenched and he thrust into her, hard, filling 
as much of her mouth as he could. First one, then two, 
then three globs of hot cum shot out of his shaft into 
her waiting mouth. She choked and tried to spit it out, 
but he held her firmly in place.

"Swallow it all!" he gasped. "Suck my balls dry." She had 
no choice but to swallow, but she refused to suck on him 
any longer. "I said suck!" he yelled at her in angry. 
Fearful, she increased the tension of her lips around his 
shaft and reluctantly sucked on his softening cock. 
Another spurt and a few more beads of his pearly cum shot 
into her mouth. She swallowed it all, not spilling a 
drop. At last he let her go. She fell away, choking and 
gasping for air. She shot Mark a look of pure hatred. 
Mark lay on the bed and looked back, his face a mask of 
satisfied lust.

For Mark it was everything he had imagined. As a sexual 
experience, it had felt amazing, but knowing it was his 
sister who had performed it made all that much better. He 
sighed happily and looked over at Anne. His sister was 
still sitting on the floor, breathing heavily and glaring 
at him. For her, the experience had been less that 
enjoyable. She didn't know if it had been worth it, if a 
month in the Bahamas was worth drinking her own brother's 
cum, but she was determined to forget this whole this 
whole thing, and soon. But Mark had other ideas.

He looked over at his clock and smiled. It was only 7:00 
p.m. He still had the whole weekend in front of him, and 
it was going to be one hell of a time. Anne slowly stood 
and started to leave, snapping Mark out of his reverie.

"Where are you going?" he demanded as he grabbed his robe 
and threw it on.

"I did what you wanted," she sneered. "Now leave me 
alone."

Mark shrugged. "The deal was you would be mine for the 
whole weekend. Its still only Friday night." Her eyes 
widened as she looked to the door for escape. "And right 
now, my little maid, I want you to do my laundry. Come 
along now." He smiled sweetly and started for the door. 
His command had been so idle, so calm and casual, that 
she felt compelled to obey. With a sad sigh she grabbed 
the newly filled basket of clothes and followed her 
brother to the basement.

Mark grabbed a chair and dragged it into the laundry 
room. Without a word, he sat down and watched. Anne 
glared at her older brother, but set to her task without 
complaint. What could she do? She had come this far. To 
quite now, over laundry, seemed ludicrous, all things 
considered. Thankfully, it was only one load.

Mark's eyes drank in her body and it moved and jiggled 
beneath her skimpy, sexy uniform. He wanted to run to 
her, tear off her clothes, and fuck her against the 
washing machine. Even having just had himself sexually 
satisfied, his cock still twitched and threatened to rise 
at the thought. With some restraint, he contented himself 
watching. Anne threw the remainder of his clothes in and 
started the machine, looking expectantly to Mark for 
further orders. Instead, he just stared at her. She 
shifted nervously.

"Why don't you hop up onto the washer until the load is 
done," Mark told her. She looked at him, somewhat 
confused, but slowly pushed herself onto the machine. 
Facing Mark, she crossed one leg over the other to hide 
his view from her naked pussy. In a few moments she 
realized that her pussy wasn't his immediate focus. The 
machine started its wash cycle, agitating visibly, and 
Anne rocked gently on top of it. She could feel her 
unrestrained tits bouncing inside of her top, and looking 
at Mark, suddenly realized he had a great view of the 
tops of her tits bouncing with the machine. She tried 
several times to uncomfortably cover herself better, but 
in the end, gave in to his stares. At least he wasn't 
touching her.

The cycle of the machine seemed to take forever as Anne 
sat and displayed herself to her brother. When the washer 
finally stopped, she quickly hopped off and started to 
transfer the load to the dryer. So exhausted from the 
ordeal so far, she didn't even think as she bent fully 
over in front of her brother. 

Mark's eyes bulged as he saw his sister's bare pussy in 
the best shot he had seen yet. He smiled at her 
carelessness, a new wave of lust creeping over his loins. 
Anne set the dryer and turned back to her brother.

"Now what?" she sneered. "You want me to sit on the 
dryer?"

"No," he said as he got up from the chair. "I'm hungry. 
Make us dinner." He smiled at her and led the way to the 
kitchen. She choked back her anger, but followed behind.

Mark took a seat at the kitchen table and positioned 
himself to watch the full of the kitchen. Anne stood 
there for a time, waiting for him to say something. 
Finally she sighed.

"Well, what do you want?" she demanded, slightly angry.

"Make some spaghetti. I think there's sauce in the 
freezer."

She glared at him, but set to work. Searching through the 
freezer, she found a small tub labeled sauce and tossed 
it into the microwave to defrost. Anne set a large pot of 
water on the stove to boil and turned to Mark, keeping an 
eye on him. She still believed, deep down, that she held 
some sort of personal control over the situation. Mark 
simply sat and stared at her in total silence. Anne 
shifted nervously under the cold scrutiny, waiting for 
him to say something, to do something. But he did 
neither, choosing to stare in silence, his eyes eating 
her body.

Mark was smiling on the inside. He could see exactly how 
much he was getting to her, and he loved every moment. 
But his heart was thudding against his chest, threatening 
to burst. And that wasn't all that was going to burst. 
His hard cock throbbed painfully, needing release, 
needing a hole to explode into. He was surprised he had 
been able to hold out as long as he did, but he would 
have to move soon. He watched his sister closely, waiting 
for the right moment. The right moment to take her.

It seemed like an eternity to Anne, but the water finally 
started to boil. She turned thankfully from the haunting 
stare and pulled the pasta from the cupboard. Grabbing a 
handful, she tossed it into the boiling pot and began to 
stir it idly, unaware that Mark had moved in behind her. 
In one, swift motion he grabbed her by the shoulders and 
forced her chest down onto the counter.

Anne shrieked in terror and tried to push herself up, to 
fight free of his grip, but it seemed hopeless. He was 
much stronger then she was, and the way he had her pinned 
prevented her arm muscles from resisting him.

"What are you doing?" she screamed at him, her voice 
tight.

"What I've been dreaming of for months," Mark snickered 
in her ear. "Now hold still. You might enjoy this."

Mark tugged at the knot on his belt, letting his robe 
open at the front. His stiff rod swayed as it sought out 
the object of its affections, now so close at hand. Anne 
whimpered into the counter top as her brother's hand felt 
its way under the short skirt and onto her ass cheeks. He 
plied and kneaded at the soft globes until his middle 
finger found its way in between the mounds. The finger 
rubbed and wormed its way around, at last finding the 
entrance to her sweet cunt. She cried softly, causing him 
to smile even more. She didn't resist as he kicked her 
legs apart and dragged her hips slightly back, 
positioning her for entry. Licking his lips, Mark took 
his cock in hand and aimed it at her pussy lips.

"Stop," she screamed as she felt the head of his dick 
press against her pussy lips. She pushed off the counter 
but Mark caught her before she was able to turn away. In 
one, quick stab he thrust half his cock into her 
partially dry cunt. 

She whimpered and cried but he held her firm. Mark put 
one hand on her hips, and with the other he pushed her 
head down and slightly to the side. Through tears, she 
saw the boiling pot of water and pasta getting closer and 
closer to her face. Sucking in a hot breath of fear, she 
tensed, then forcibly relaxed, trying to accommodate 
Mark's size in her unlubed cunt.

Mark held her head above the steaming pot, and sniffling 
in defeat, she slowly reached down and began to finger 
her clit. Mark grunted and laughed in her ear, and began 
to move his cock around inside of her as best he could. 
From the combination of the stimulation to her clit and 
the action in her pussy, Anne felt her juices begin to 
flow and lubricate around Mark's penis. Mark felt it too. 
With A handful of her hair, Mark squeezed her tits 
through her blouse and stared to thrust up into her. She 
closed her eyes and tried to leave her body, to let her 
brother rape her without feeling it.

Scalding moisture brought her abruptly to her senses. 
Mark began to batter her with quick, hard thrusts. His 
body was locked on one, solitary purpose: filling this 
cunt with his sperm. As his thrusting became more and 
more ferocious, Mark began to push on her head, forcing 
her closer and closer to the boiling water. 

She panicked. She tried pushing, twisting her way free, 
but it was no use. With his orgasm near, she could never 
escape his grasp now. The heated steam turned from 
irritable to painful as it began to scald her face, to 
burn her skin. She had no choice. In a desperate act she 
began to thrust back against him. Mark moaned as she 
started to milk the muscles of her pussy around his cock 
with each thrust.

He couldn't believe how good it had felt before. Now that 
she was fucking him back, he knew he couldn't last. He 
pulled her away from the pot and slammed her face back 
into the counter. Grabbing her shoulders, he pounded into 
her several more times before at last erupting into her 
cunt. Blob after blob spurted deep inside her belly. His 
cock twitched and slowly started to soften.

Mark licked the side of her face and pulled out abruptly. 
He wiped his cock on her apron and left her crying on the 
counter as he returned to the chair, totally satisfied. 
That had been far better than he had ever imagined. Anne 
slumped against the counter and sobbed. Her pussy was on 
fire and face burned from the near scalding. She could 
feel her own juices and her brother's sperm dripping down 
her inner thighs. She felt so far away, that this 
couldn't be happening. She couldn't even remember what 
she had done that could be so awful as to allow her own 
brother to rape her.

He watched her from his chair, letting her cry silently, 
for several minutes before tapping the table impatiently.

"Anne, I think the spaghetti is ready now," he said 
matter-of-factly. "You better serve it before it gets 
mushy."

She turned and glared him with pure hate in her eyes. 
Mark smiled back at her. She knew, now, that her torment 
had only just begun. She said nothing, but took out two 
plates and silverware and set two places. With an angry, 
distant expression she served out two helpings, smearing 
sauce over each and sat down. Mark couldn't believe what 
was happening. She seemed to have become his willing 
slave. He could barely eat as he stared at her with a 
newfound lust.

Anne, in fact, was not so willing. Crying into the 
counter top opened her eyes to the realization of what 
she let herself into. She had sucked her brother off, 
drank his sperm, and let him fuck her. It wasn't too 
late, of course. She could walk away. But what would be 
the point, now, after she had been put this much. 

She would get through this weekend, get that tape and 
destroy, and plot her eternal revenge. For now, she would 
have to get by. She didn't look at Mark as she forced 
herself to eat, but she could feel his eyes walking over 
her. She cringed but finished as much as she wanted. When 
she looked up she noticed Mark's plate was empty.

"More?" she sneered at him.

"No, I'm fine," he replied pleasantly. "But you know, I'm 
a little sore. I think I need a massage."

He got up and started to walk upstairs, not even 
bothering to see if Anne would follow. She hesitated, but 
slowly got up and climbed the stairs after him. She found 
him naked, face down on his bed, his lean, well-defined 
body displayed for her. She frowned, but found herself 
climbing onto the bed beside him. She started at his 
shoulders, rubbing them awkwardly. Mark sighed.

"That feels good," he moaned. "Straddle my hips."

Anne slowly swung a leg over his body and settled down on 
his ass. Mark groaned as he felt her bald pussy lips 
brushing his skin. He could still feel the wetness of her 
juices and his cum mixed within her. She worked over his 
neck, shoulders and back as best she could. Mark moaned 
in appreciation from time, but said nothing, letting her 
work. For half and hour she kneaded and rubbed, working 
out his muscles. By the end of it, Mark was laying on yet 
another raging hard on.

Anne pulled herself off of Mark and started to move off 
the bed when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her 
down. Moving quickly, her forced he on her back and 
climbed on top of her, pinning her smaller frame beneath 
him. She squirmed against him and pushed at his chest, 
trying to push him away.

"Mark, no!" she screamed at him as she beat at his 
shoulders feebly. Mark grinned down at her. "Got off or 
I'll scream."

She opened her mouth to let out a bellow but before she 
could finish taking a breath Mark smashed his lips into 
hers, filling her mouth with his tongue. Her eyes widened 
in shock. She lay there stunned as her brother kissed 
her, exploring her mouth. She snapped back to her senses 
and bit down on his lip. The salty taste of blood hit her 
tongue before Mark snapped his head back and howled at 
her.

"Fucking bitch!" He wanted to fuck her long and slow, but 
now she would have to pay for that. He forced her legs 
apart and thrust his cock in between her thighs. Anne 
fought and twisted, kicking with her legs, trying to 
break free, to not let him inside of her again. He 
grabbed both her legs behind the knees and pushed her 
wide open. In one thrust, his cock found her opening and 
buried itself deep inside. She screamed in terror more 
than pain as Mark wrapped his arms around her shoulders 
and ground her body into his own. Her cunt was still 
slick from the last fucking, and burying his face in her 
hair, he began to brutally pound into her.

Anne grunted as she took each stroke, one direction 
filled completely, another nearly emptied. Mark was in 
pure heaven as he attacked her cunt like a wild animal. 
He could feel her hot body beneath him and was slightly 
sad that he couldn't feel her bare breasts against his 
naked chest while he fucked. Oh well, plenty of time for 
that later. For now, he fucked her like a man possessed.

Anne closed her eyes and tried to be far away, but the 
pounding cock in her pussy kept her too close to reality. 
There was nothing she could do this time. Pinned beneath 
her brother, her legs spread wide while his hips and ass 
pumped in and out of her, she couldn't even move, let 
alone try to help the process along. It didn't matter, 
though. Within minutes she heard him grunt and felt his 
entire body stiffen as his cock plunged in to the hilt. 
She felt his hot cum fill her pussy for the second time. 
Mark grunted again and moaned with pleasure. 

His cock twitched and spasmed inside her. He just fucked 
his own sister for the second time in one night! He 
started laughing to himself and unceremoniously rolled 
off of her. Anne remained on her back, eyes closed, 
breathing heavily.

"That was good," he laughed, turning his head to look at 
her. Her nose crinkled in disgust. "As a reward, you may 
have half an hour for yourself to take a shower and get 
cleaned up." She looked over at him and sneered, but got 
to her feet and headed thankfully to the bathroom. "And 
Anne," he said a s she reached the door, "make sure your 
dressed again properly when you're finished." She didn't 
even turn to look at him as he spoke, only nodded and 
continued on.

Marked lounged in bed, humming idly to himself, as he 
heard the water start to run. He smiled happily. This was 
going to be a great weekend. No doubt Anne would use the 
entire half-hour, but that was okay. He was spent for the 
night, and content to merely lay back and recall all the 
wondrous things he had experienced that day.

The ringing phone cruelly snapped Mark out of his 
revelry. He rolled over and reluctantly picked it off the 
receiver beside his bed.

"Hello?" he half snorted.

"Hi, is Anne there?" Marked ground his teeth. He 
recognized the voice. One of Anne's friends, one of the 
girls who weren't supposed to call this weekend.

"No, didn't she tell you she went away for the weekend?"

"She said that she might be, but wanted me to call her 
tonight to make sure."

"Oh, well I'm sorry. She's gone until Sunday night."

"Okay thanks, bye." Mark slammed down the phone. That 
bitch! She would pay for that one, too. Mark jumped up 
and started for the bathroom, then stopped. An idea 
filled his head, and idea so much better than another 
hard fucking. He threw on a pair of shorts and headed 
downstairs to prepare.

Anne turned the water off and stepped out of the shower 
only with the greatest of grievances. Disgust ran through 
her body. She had allowed her own brother to fuck her, to 
cum inside her mouth and pussy. She had almost scrubbed 
herself raw, trying to wash away the filth she felt 
inside. It didn't help. She glanced at the clock and 
sighed. She had only five minutes left. After seeing what 
Mark was capable of, she didn't want to risk any of his 
wrath by being late. After drying herself, she pulled 
back on the sleazy French-maid outfit and brushed out her 
hair. She slowly opened the door and looked out. Mark was 
not in sight. She sighed and headed slowly for his room.

"Anne, come down stairs, please." The pleasantness in 
Mark's voice reminded her of a snake about to strike. But 
she found that her feet were already heading down the 
stairs. She passed down the hall, but he was nowhere in 
sight. When she rounded the corner into the living room, 
her eyes fell on the old, wooden armchair that used to be 
in the dining room. She noticed that several straps had 
been attached to it. Before she could think about the 
strangeness of it, she felt a pair of hands grab her from 
behind and toss her roughly to the floor.

Stunned by the sudden attack, she was too dazed to react 
when Mark grabbed her again and hauled her into the 
chair. She thought about fighting back, but before she 
could react, Mark had already fastened one of her arms 
securely in place. She jumped at him, swinging her free 
arm wildly, but Mark had already forced his weight into 
her. Practically sitting on her, he forced her other arm 
down and tied it securely. Once in place, she gave up. 
Her legs were tied at the ankles and knees, forcing them 
apart, and another strap was secured across her waist. 
She was his captive, beyond all doubt.

Mark towered over her, staring down.

"One of your friends called while you were in the 
shower," he said, shaking his head. "I'm so disappointed 
in you. Well this is what happens when you cross me."
He bent down and kissed her hard on the lips before he 
slipped a black pillowcase over her head. He secured it 
around her neck with a small belt and patted her on the 
top of the head.

"Night, night, Anne," he laughed. "Sleep tight."

Mark slept in late through the morning. He lounged in 
bed, lazily stretching and twisting as images of his 
dream-like night filled his waking mind. He felt a brief 
moment of guilt, not just for the forced sex, but also 
for having sex for his own sister. But that brief moment 
of guilt was quickly and utterly replaced with a stirring 
lust. He smiled and headed down the stairs naked. He 
found his sister still tied to the chair, her head 
slumped to one side in what was no doubt an extremely 
uncomfortable position. He could see the curves of her 
body through the tightness of her outfit.

He knelt down in front of her and placed his hand on his 
sister's knee. She didn't stir. He smiled lifted up her 
skirt, getting an eye full of her sweet pussy. It looked 
so thoroughly delicious as he slid his hand down her 
opened thigh and gently rubbed the lips. Anne shivered 
and stirred at his touch, her head rolling forward as 
consciousness grabbed her.

Anne groaned as the stiffness of her neck shot slivers of 
pain through her back and head. She slowly opened her 
eyes and started to panic as a strange darkness filled 
her vision. Slowly she calmed down as the events of the 
past night caught up her. She remembered the fucking, the 
humiliation, and finally being tied to this chair and 
left there all night. It had taken her hours to try and 
fall asleep, and at last exhaustion found her. It had her 
still, but something had awakened her, was keeping her 
awake. And she felt it in her cunt.

She soon became aware that she was not alone. It was 
Mark, she knew, that was kneeling before, one hand 
massaging her thigh, the other plying at her cunt. His 
fingers rubbed around her lips, moving slightly up to 
tweak at her clit, and back down again to slowly push 
into her abused hole. Had this been anyone else, under 
any other circumstances, she would be enjoying herself 
greatly. But even with the intense stimulation, she 
refused to acknowledge pleasure.

Mark could take it no longer. It just looked so good, he 
had to taste it. He reached around and untied the belt at 
her waist and pulled at her hips. She had enough slack to 
allow her ass to be dragged to the edge of the chair. 
Mark wasted no time. His hands firmly gripping her hips, 
he plunged his face in between his legs. His tongue 
snaked out, lapping and licking at the lips of her cunt. 
She tasted good, so good he forced her lips apart and 
sank his tongue deep inside her. Anne moaned and twisted 
in disgust and helplessness. She knew at that moment that 
her humiliation could not get any worse.

Mark would have been quite content to sit before her and 
eat out his sister all day, but he only had a weekend. 
And after he was through with her, he knew that he would 
never have a second chance. He had to make the most of 
it. Reluctantly, he took one final lick and pulled back. 
His hands slid form her hips and moved up her sides to 
cup themselves around her breasts. He suddenly realized 
that he had yet to see her tits and give them the proper 
attention they deserved. He smiled at his own neglect. 
Grabbing the top of her blouse, he yanked, shredding the 
thin material and pulling it to the side.

Anne jumped in surprise, feeling all the more vulnerable. 
He stared at her tits, marveling at their curves, at the 
small, perky nipples, the full, firm shapes before his 
hands cupped the naked flesh for the first time. His 
hands and fingers roamed and probed and squeezed at her 
tits with abandoned lust. They were simply marvelous. He 
bent his head forward, burying his face between the mound 
and squeezing the flesh into his cheeks. His mouth locked 
onto one nipple, sucking and biting until it hardened. He 
slobbered and kissed at it, leaving a glistening trail as 
he licked across her chest to the other.

Anne remained silent, trying to keep emotionless to the 
attack on her helpless body. She had only to get through 
one ore day of this and it would be all over. She could 
endure one more day. She sighed in relief as Mark finally 
gave up on her tits, leaving them wet and sore, and 
started to untie her. She stretched her cramped and 
aching muscles as he pulled her to her feet. She moaned 
and stretched and reached to pull off the makeshift hood, 
put Mark grabbed her arms to stop her.

In one, shift motion he pulled at the flimsy material of 
her uniform and tore it free, leaving her blind and 
completely naked before him. Mark dragged her by the 
shoulders to the couch and tossed her to the floor. She 
lay there, uncertain of what to do. She was more 
vulnerable than ever and knew she couldn't fight off her 
bigger brother, especially like this. Laying on the 
floor, slumped against the couch, she refused to move. 
Her aching muscles fought against her, fought against the 
torment of the night in the chair.

She suddenly felt herself being bent at the waist over 
the couch. A strap was attached to her right knee and 
pulled taunt. Another was attached to her left, leaving 
her kneeling, bent over the couch with her legs forced 
apart. She didn't bother to struggle when she felt the 
same being done to her wrists. When he was done, Mark had 
her secured to the couch in perfect fucking position. The 
tension on her arms caused her upper body to be stretched 
and lifted off the couch. When he knelt down behind her, 
he discovered, much to his delight, that her tits were 
open and free to be fondled from behind. He positioned 
his cock at her pussy lips and eased it inside of her.

Mark groaned loudly in her covered ear as his cock, 
greased with his own saliva and her natural lubrication, 
slide deep within her. He buried himself to the hilt. He 
could feel the walls of her pussy spasm around his shaft. 
He remained within her, enjoying every sensation, for 
several minutes, his hands working over her breasts. 
Slowly, he eased himself back out of her until only the 
head remained inside. Holding her firmly, he slammed back 
into her. Anne grunted and bit her lip to keep from 
yelling out.

Mark smiled and licked her shoulder as wave after wave of 
intense pleasure coursed through his dick. He growled 
playfully to his helpless victim and eased his cock back 
out, only to slam it in again. Over and over, with an 
ever-quickening pace, Mark battered his sister's ass 
cheeks, filling the room with the smacking of skin on 
skin, his hands never leaving her breasts.

For half and hour he rammed his sister's cunt, mauling 
her body with his hands, abusing her with his cock. He 
was going to cum inside her pussy soon, but that wasn't 
what he wanted this time. He wanted her to swallow his 
cum again. She had given him a fantastic blowjob last 
night, even under order. He couldn't wait to do it again. 
He pulled from her in one, swift jerk, a wet, slurping 
sound accompanying his exit. He started to stand and when 
her looked down at her ass. 

It was a shame to leave her pussy empty while he filled 
her mouth, he thought. An idea filled his head and he 
left the room. Anne struggled to hear what was going on, 
to discover why he had suddenly stopped. She thought she 
heard the back door open, and Mark talking, but she could 
not make it out.

She could feel Mark walk back into the room and stood 
beside her, chuckling to himself. She thought she could 
hear a patting sound and suddenly felt hot breath on her 
naked pussy. She jumped, feeling Mark sill standing 
beside her. Someone else was in the room sniffing at her 
cunt. Had Mark invited a friend over to abuse her as 
well? She tried to twist and fight away from the loud 
sniffing and hot breath that followed her every move.

"You're going to love this, Anne," Mark smirked at her. 
She felt a wet tongue lap across her pussy lips and 
jumped. The tongue felt huge. It seemed to cover her 
entire cunt with each lick. Anne had never felt a guy eat 
her out like that. The huge tongue licked forward and 
filled her up like a cock.

Anne squealed into her hood as she felt coarse hairs rub 
against her inner thighs. Whoever was licking out her 
pussy was doing a job like no other. She couldn't help 
but to feel her body become aroused as her new assaulter 
slobbered and panted around her cunt. Her arousal turned 
quickly to fear and disgust when the sudden realization 
struck her. It was not a who but a what that was licking 
her. And that what was a dog.

Mark grinned as Anne shrieked and tried to pull away from 
the lapping dog. Prince, their massive German Shepherd, 
followed her every move, lapping away at the delicious 
cunt.

"Good boy," Mark praised as he patted the dog's head. 
Prince ignored him, intent on his task at hand.

"Mark, no!" she wailed as the dog continued to assault 
the captive girl's cunt. She began sopping, the depraved 
act robbing her of all of her dignity.

For several minutes Mark just watched in wonder as Prince 
licked his sister. Anne had stopped sobbing, and was now 
grunting with each lick. He listened carefully and could 
have sworn that the grunting was from pleasure, not 
humiliation and torment. He smiled and stood up. Anne 
could feel the belt around her neck loosened and the hood 
was pulled off. She squinted as the sudden morning light 
stung at her eyes, but her vision slowly adjusted. She 
looked behind her as best she could and watched in wonder 
and horror as the big dog ate her.

Mark climbed up on the couch and squeezed himself in 
between her and the back of the couch. Anne opened her 
eyes as Mark grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her 
mouth down on his cock. Her mouth resisted for an instant 
before he shoved the cock head, and the rest of the 
shaft, inside. He forced in as much as he felt she could 
take and started pulling her head up and down on his 
penis, jerking himself off with her mouth.

Anne closed her eyes as the sensations between her legs 
betrayed her mind. It was good. She had never in her 
young life been so thoroughly pleasured orally by anyone. 
She pretended it was someone else, and not her pet dog, 
that was eating her. She pretended it was Dave. Her mouth 
slowly relaxed at the thought. As for the cock in her 
mouth, it didn't really matter. She liked giving head, 
and as long she pretended it wasn't her own brother, than 
it was all right. As he pulled on her head, Anne moaned 
softly and started to suck back, her mind lost to the 
realization of what was happening to her. All that 
mattered was that she was getting the pleasure of her 
life.

From his vantage point, Mark had the perfect view of 
Prince licking his sister with his massive tongue. The 
sight turned him on beyond compare. As he fucked Anne's 
mouth, the idea of her totally humiliation brought him 
closer and closer to orgasm. After the wonderful fucking 
he had given her already, he was close. So when she 
actually started to suck him back, Mark could not control 
himself. In a rush, Mark grabbed the back of her head and 
forced it down on his cock. Hot cum erupted in her mouth. 
She didn't have to be told this time as she swallowed 
every drop. Mark held her head tight, not letting his 
softening cock out of her mouth.

Anne could feel her it deep in her cunt, the growing 
sensation of orgasm. She fought against, fought the 
betrayal of her body. She didn't want to cum by a dog's 
tongue. When Mark's cum flooded her mouth, however, the 
fire increased a hundred-fold. She swallowed his 
incestuous sperm eagerly. She closed her eyes tight as 
Prince continued his vicious licking. Anne suppressed a 
deep moan, letting out a quiet whimper as wave after wave 
of intense, animal sexuality rushed through her body. She 
wanted to cry, to scream, to holler at the top of her 
lungs, but she wouldn't give Mark that kind of 
satisfaction. She whimpered, his soft cock still in her 
mouth, and did all she could to keep from biting down.

The dog lapped at her flowing cum until he was satisfied 
and, tail wagging, went into the kitchen. Mark groaned, 
having just witnessed the most erotic event he could ever 
imagine. Smiling lazily, he pulled himself off the couch 
and, patting Anne on the head, went upstairs to shower.

Anne slumped against her bindings. They stretched at her 
arms and shoulders, but she was too exhausted by the 
whole ordeal to care. How could her body betray her so 
completely? How could she get off on a dog licking her 
cunt? It had been good though. So good...

A wet lick on her inner thigh snapped her awake. She 
turned her head and saw Prince standing behind her again, 
licking at the pussy juice that was dripping down her 
thighs. He moved closer and began lapping at her cunt, 
forcing his tongue back inside her again.

"Prince," she yelled at him. "Bad dog. Go! Go to the 
kitchen!"

The dog ignored her. Without Mark there, he was free do 
to as he wished. And right then he seemed content to lick 
out her pussy. Anne tried again to move her waist as much 
as she could to get away, but the dog's long tongue never 
left its target. It lapped and lapped, sending a new 
current of electric urges through her body. She moaned 
out loud this time, aware of the shower still running and 
her own privacy.

She couldn't help herself and found her ass pushing back 
against the dog's probing tongue. She curled her hips 
until the lapping was centered on her clit. She moaned 
and writhed, her fists tight balls as felt a new climax 
building inside her. Just as she neared the breaking 
point, Prince stopped and moved away from her. Anne's 
eyes snapped open and she looked around desperately, only 
to find Prince at Mark's feet, tail wagging happily at 
its master.

"Good boy," he said, patting the dog's head and 
scratching his sides. "Such a good boy." He looked over 
at his sister with a smile of pure smugness and led the 
dog to the back door and outside. When he returned he 
stood over his sister and stared at her with lust in his 
eyes.

"Told yeah you would like that," he laughed and started 
to untie her. When she was free, Anne stood haphazardly 
up, still stiff and weak from the night in the chair. "Go 
get showered and put on what I lay out for you. It'll be 
ready in your room. You have half an hour. Don't be 
long." He smiled sweetly. Anne glared at him but said 
nothing as she left thankfully for the bathroom.

For the remainder of the morning and most of the 
afternoon Anne almost enjoyed herself. Mark took her out 
to breakfast, and then lunch. He took her to various 
shops and stores, buying her clothes and small pieces of 
jewelry and basically whatever else she desired.

Through it all Mark made pleasant small talk about 
anything and everything. Anne would have thought that he 
might have felt guilty about what he had done to her, 
that it was all over, had it not been that Marks's eyes 
were ever devouring her body. He had chosen for her a 
pair of black high heels and a thin, one piece summer 
dress that was cut low in the front and was hemmed up 
high on her thighs. Every time she thought he was being 
genuinely nice, all she had to do was look at the lust in 
his eyes to know better.

In the late hours of the afternoon he took her to a mall 
on the far end of the city, one that neither of them went 
too very often. It seemed a little suspicious to Anne, 
but there was nothing she could do. He led her to a large 
department store and told her to pick out one piece of 
clothing, anything she wanted. Anne smiled happily and 
dove into the isles, pulling pieces from the racks, not 
equating herself as a prostitute with Mark buying her sex 
with clothes. She escaped to the dressing room, thankful 
that Mark didn't interrupt her as she changed outfits and 
viewed them all in the privacy of the little room.

At last she emerged with a bundle of clothes in one hand 
and a single dress in the other.

"I'll take this-" She was cut off as Mark, seeing the way 
clear, clamped a hand around her mouth and forced her 
back into the small change room. She dropped the clothes 
as Mark spin her around roughly bent her over. Flipping 
the short dress over her ass and onto her waist, Mark 
undid his pants and dropped them to his knees.

Mark pushed the head of his cock into her cunt and, 
grabbing her hips in both hands, forced the rest of his 
cock slowly inside. He moved slowly for a few thrusts 
until he felt her moisten, then fucked her as fast as he 
could in the small room. Anne shuddered and grabbed onto 
the shelf for support as her brother fucked her from 
behind. He jerked in and out of her in quick, short 
thrusts, one hand slipping under her to grab a tit while 
the other balanced on her waist. 

Within a few, short minutes he was sweating from the 
effort but could feel his orgasm close at hand. Pounding 
into her, he came quick and hard, pumping his seed deep 
into her cunt. He groaned as his knees buckled and 
latched onto her body for support. He chuckled and pulled 
himself out as he licked her ear.

"Thanks, sis," he sneered and pulled up his pants. 
Checking to see that the way was still clear he stepped 
out and closed the door behind him.

Anne shivered and slumped against the wall. Mark's cum 
dribbled down her leg. With disgust she realized she had 
to clean herself up and pulled one of the discarded 
outfits from the floor. She grimaced as she wiped his cum 
from her leg and stuffed some of the clothing between her 
legs to sop up the mess and prevent further leaking.

Anne felt a little disgusted, and a little naughty, as 
she placed the dirtied clothing into the pile and left 
them all on the bench. Retrieving the dress she intended 
to buy, she stepped out to find Mark waiting against a 
pole, like a boyfriend waiting impatiently for his 
girlfriend to finish her business. He put his arm around 
her shoulder and pulled her against him when she tried to 
pull away, and led them to the cashier.

Mark led her through the mall, still attached to her like 
a lover. Now she knew why Mark had chosen this out of the 
way shopping mall to take her. They were unlikely to meet 
anyone they knew, and Mark could act however he wished 
with her. She felt sick to her stomach, but let him lead 
her around.

He stopped outside a large shoe store and guided her in. 
"Might as well get some shoes to match your new dress," 
he said as he kissed her ear.

An older man who seemed to be the manager jumped forward 
to take care of them when he saw pretty Anne in her short 
dress enter. He was a medium sized man, slightly balding 
and showing generous signs of age induced spare tire 
around the waist from too much junk food.

Anne took a seat with Mark standing close behind her and 
pointed out several different styles. With each pair, the 
man became more and more bold, his hand resting higher 
and higher on her leg until it reached her knee, then her 
thigh.

She was painfully aware of the unwelcome touching, and 
even more aware that each time he placed a shoe on her 
foot he would lift her leg and stare under her skirt at 
her bald, naked pussy. He began to sweat, though the 
effort was almost nonexistent.

Mark was also aware of the man's attention to his sister. 
The shoe salesman looked up more than once to find Mark 
watching him, but each time Mark responded to his nervous 
glance with a nod and a smile. Embolden even more by this 
encouragement and Anne's lack of negative reaction, he 
licked his lips nervously and slid his hand up her inner 
thigh.

Anne closed her legs before he could touch her pussy and 
squirmed back, but said nothing. Behind her back, Mark 
smiled and gestured meaningfully towards the back storage 
room. The man looked to it, then back to Mark, sweating 
even more.

"This style seems a little uncomfortable," he told Anne, 
trying to retain his professional air. "I think I have 
some in the back with a different toe that you might 
like. If you'd like to follow me." With a nervous glance 
at his two employees the man led the way to the back 
room.

Mark nudged Anne, and she reluctantly got up to follow. 
Mark had to push her twice to get her all the way inside, 
and the man closed and locked the door behind them.

Mark grabbed her from behind and clamped one hand over 
her mouth, just like he had in the dressing room. But 
this time, instead of bending her over, he pulled her to 
the floor.

"You want her, don't you," Mark told the man. The man 
only nodded and stared down as Mark held Anne to the 
floor. "Come on, take her then. She's yours."

At first the man hesitated, uncertain if Mark was 
serious, or if he was just toying with him. But when Mark 
grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up, 
revealing her lovely naked pussy, his mind was made up. 
He stripped off his pants and underwear and moved towards 
her.

It took both of them to hold her down, Mark's hand still 
over his sister's mouth as she screamed into it. The fat, 
sweating man crawled between her legs and took his cock 
in hand. Mark had to keep from laughing as he saw the 
puny thing, maybe 5 inches long, push into her. Mark 
wondered, as the man entered his sister, if he realized 
that it was another man's cum that made the entry so wet 
and smooth.

Anne continued to try to scream and fight, biting and 
cursing into her brother's hand. But when the man lowered 
all of his weight on top of her and started to fuck her 
in earnest, she gave up the fight. Mark removed his hand, 
letting her head roll to the side, and took a step back 
to watch. The large man totally covered his little 
sister. All that was really visible was her legs, splayed 
out to the side of his humping body, and her head, eyes 
wide in disbelief.

The older man didn't have much style, Mark thought 
curiously. His rhythm was all off, and he huffed and 
sweated profusely on top of the trapped girl. With his 
tiny cock and the treatment Anne had received that day, 
he doubted that his sister could even really feel him 
inside of her. And he doubted very much that she could be 
enjoying this. All the better, he thought, because he was 
enjoying it immensely.

Not surprisingly, Mark thought, the older man came quite 
quickly. Looking at his watch he was surprised that not 
even five minutes had passed before he grunted, tensed a 
few times, and went limp on top of her. Smiling, the 
pervert started to lick Anne's face, much to Mark's 
amusement. He could have stayed and watched what would 
have happened next, but he was tired, and starting to get 
hungry again.

"Alright, bud," Mark said as he stepped forward. "Fun's 
over. We gotta go."

The man looked at Mark, slightly angry at first, then 
uncertain as to what to do. Finally, he pushed his sweaty 
body off of Anne and started to clean himself up. Mark 
pulled his sister to her feet, and without even 
straightening her clothes, pushed her for the door.

"Thanks," the man wheezed. "That was great."

Mark smiled and opened the door. All eyes in the store 
stared as they saw Anne, quite disheveled, and for those 
who looked close enough, with a glistening stain on her 
thighs. Mark didn't give them a second look, but paraded 
her out the door.

Anne thought she could die at the moment, and would if 
Mark hadn't taken her straight to the car. Her mind 
couldn't quite grasp what had just happened.

Mark stopped for fast food, which Anne ate without 
appetite, but ate nonetheless. By the time they got home 
it was getting late. Anne sighed when she saw the clock. 
The day was almost over. It was all almost over.

"It's been a great day, Anne," Mark teased. "But pretty 
tiring. Know what would be really great about now?" Anne 
glowered at him. "A nice hot shower. And I think I need 
someone to wash my back for me."

"Fuck you," Anne snapped.

"Oh, I will," Mark sneered and dragged her roughly up the 
stairs.

He pulled her dress over her head and shoved her into the 
shower, turning just the cold on. Anne howled and quickly 
adjusted the temperature, giving Mark time to strip and 
climb in behind her. His cock throbbed as it bumped 
against her wet ass, but he didn't want to touch her with 
the sweat and cum of that old man all over her. He pushed 
her under the water and left her alone.

Anne gratefully allowed herself to be swallowed by the 
warm, soothing stream of water. She accepted the soap 
from Mark and washed all memory of what had happened 
away. Under the water, she allowed herself to be taken 
away to a better place, a place where she was free from 
this nightmare she had allowed herself to get into. She 
closed her eyes and started to cry.

Suddenly there were strong arms around her, holding her 
close. Lips, so full of passion and desire met hers, and 
she kissed them back. She wrapped her arms around this 
person who would protect her, and allowed him to take her 
from the shower and carry her to her room, all the while, 
never releasing their kiss. 

Mark laid Anne tenderly on the bed, all at once surprised 
and amused and aroused. He slipped in behind her and 
nestled her neck, tasting her soft skin. Anne moaned and 
pressed back, her eyes never opening. She allowed Mark, 
even helped him, to lift her leg and slip his cock inside 
of her. He fucked her slow and long in the spoon 
position, his arm around her side, his hand feeling her 
soft breasts, his mouth kissing and licking.

He rolled her over onto her back and climbed on top of 
her, his lips kissing hers, his tongue twisting around 
his sister's. He slid his cock back into her pussy and 
fucked her long and slow into the night. When at last he 
came inside of her, he pulled out and slumped down on the 
bed, exhausted. Like lovers, they fell asleep in each 
other's arms.

Mark awoke with the sun bright in his eyes. He looked 
over and found his sister's head resting on his shoulder, 
her face peaceful and happy. He smiled to himself. That 
look would soon change. On the far side of her he spied 
her alarm clock and almost gasped. It was nearly 11:00 
a.m. Something Mark didn't tell his sister was their 
parents were due back just before noon, which was anytime 
now. Damn. He didn't mean to sleep so long. But he still 
had the chance for one final fuck.

He moved closer and rubbed a finger along her clit and 
down to her snatch. Rubbing at the opening, he slipped a 
finger inside her cunt and instantly felt her moistening 
at his touch. She must be dreaming, he thought. He kissed 
her and she stirred and rolled her head back, opening her 
eyes sleepily.

"Mmmm, morning," she whispered as her vision cleared. 
"Mark?" She blinked, unsure if she was seeing right. 
Memories of last night, of fucking him so tenderly 
flooded back to her. She made a face like she was about 
to throw up.

"Morning, sister," Mark smiled in amusement. "Sleep 
well."

Anne ignored him and tried to climb out of the bed, but 
he caught her arm and dragged her back.

"Where do you think you're going?" He snapped.

"Look, I did what you wanted," she whined to him. "Now 
leave me alone."

"Can't," he laughed. "We made a deal. And the weekend 
isn't over yet. Don't tell me you're going to quit so 
close to the end." She sighed and looked at him 
desperately. "Okay, I'll make you a deal. You only have 
to fuck me once more, and the deal is done." She glared 
at him. "But you have to fuck ME."

"What do you mean?"

Mark laughed and lay back on the bed. "I mean, I'm just 
going to lay here. You have to suck me off, get me nice 
and hard, and then ride me until I cum. That's the deal." 
Anne made the face again. "It's that or we call the whole 
thing off."

She sat in silence for a long time. "Okay," she finally 
whispered. Mark nodded and pulled the covers off of him, 
revealing his limp cock.

Anne sighed and bent over, her long hair trailing on his 
skin. His cock started to twitch already, but her fought 
against it. He wanted to enjoy this. Anne decided that if 
she was going to have to fuck him, then she would make 
damn certain that it was quick. She opened her mouth and 
swallowed his flaccid penis and his balls, taking it all 
into her mouth in one bite. She licked at his balls 
inside her mouth and sucked hard. Against all his will, 
his cock started to harden. She spit out his balls and 
started to bob her head rapidly, making him fully hard as 
fast as possible. He tongue worked over his shaft, 
dancing around his head. It felt so wonderful that he 
briefly considered cumming in her mouth again.

Satisfied that it was fully erect, Anne stopped sucking 
and sat up. She looked down at Mark with disgust and 
swung her leg over his hips. Mark grinned up at her and 
put his hand behind his head to watch as she took his 
cock in hand and guided it to her cunt. Slowly she sat 
down, taking his entire length into her. She moved slowly 
at first, not wanted to be hurt like all the times before 
and started to rock back and forth on his dick. Mark 
looked up and marveled at how beautiful his sister was in 
the morning light.

His hands reached up and cupped at her tits, squeezing 
and kneading at the flesh. Anne worked her brother over 
with every trick and talent she had learned, trying her 
best to bring him off fast. She flexed and squeezed her 
pussy around her his cock. She raised her hips so that he 
was nearly all the way out of her, then tightened her 
cunt muscles and forced his cock back inside. She bounced 
and rutted on his cock with a fury, her breasts flopping 
around in a lewd, erotic display that drove Mark wild. 
Through it all he remained nearly motionless except to 
occasionally fondle a breast or squeeze her hips.

Half an hour later Anne was almost in tears. For her it 
had been a trial in frustration as her brother would not 
give in. For Mark, it had been an incredible screw. He 
was prepared to let her go, to cum inside her and end her 
torment, when the sound of a garage door opening rattled 
through the silent house. Anne pulled of Mark's cock and 
leaped to the window, staring down in horror and relief 
as she saw her parent's car waiting for the slow door to 
rise.

"Get back here," Mark growled. "We're not done yet."

"But mom and dad are home," Anne said, incredulous to 
Mark's statement.

Mark, infuriated, leaped to his feet and flung his sister 
to the bed and jumped on top of her.

"I said one more time," he yelled as he shoved his cock 
back into her. Anne gasped in pain as Mark pounded her, 
shaking the whole bed with his furious attack. He fucked 
her with a purpose, to cum inside her as quickly as 
possible. The headboard banged ad rattled against the 
wall as he fucked her. Anne cried out and grunted in 
pain, but Mark didn't care.

With one, final, deep thrust, he came, filling her again 
with his incestuous sperm. Mark grunted, glared down at 
Anne and pulled away. Flinging his robe on, he didn't 
even look back as he went downstairs to greet his 
parents.

Anne watched her brother leave and curled into a ball, 
very aware of her raw, throbbing cunt. Her breathing 
slowed and she smiled to herself. She couldn't wait until 
Mark caught her doing something naughty once again.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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