Submitting With Sister

Skeg's daughter clearly enjoyed watching and feeling you capitulate yourself down there. The obviousness of your inexperience perhaps only adding to the fun. It seemed to encourage her to shed some pearls of wisdom down upon you. Play teacher to this little boy on his knees in pigtails and his sister's bra and panties.

"Just because you're confident, doesn't mean people will never take advantage of you.... Just look at your sis. She clearly loves to just hand someone else the reins and let 'em ride her into the ground."

A long-nailed hand slid down, to stroke you behind an ear. "I know: when you're one of the naturally anxious it can seem like everyone who's more self-assured must have all the answers... but life's not so simple as that. Even the most heel-strutting bitch around finds there's things she shouldn't want, but does... people she'd get on her knees for and beg. 'Confidence' is just learning to accept what your heart's really telling you it wants."

It was strange, looking up at her from your lowly position beneath the table. In a dimly-lit room that smelt of stale cigarette smoke and engine oil. With the taste of several men's cocks still cloying in the back of your throat and an altogether different flavour dancing against the tip of your tongue. Strange in that you didn't feel so out of place, anymore... So awkward and embarrassed to be wearing your own skin, as you had almost always felt at home, in school, or even in some of those sacred times alone with your sister. The whole situation was so utterly absurd, and against everything you had ever been told you had to be, that it just didn't seem to matter anymore. You could just switch off and let the circumstances unfold. Was that what Nancy meant? Was that what Jenny had gone looking for, all those times she skipped out on classes? Was this, at last, where you truly belonged?

The ideas that the answer was yes... or no, opened up like two gaping jaws. But you staved them both off wilfully. It didn't matter. She had won. You were just another part of her prize.

Chapter 28

"What went wrong... between you and your dad?" You couldn't help the question slipping out, despite all your efforts to hold it in. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to!" Was the terrified follow-up, ashamed to be prying when your mouth was clearly supposed to be attending to other matters.

The drunken beauty gave you a long, hard look. Then simply stood up and away from your lapping tongue. You were abysmally afraid that a line had been crossed... until a curt, new command came: "Sit there. Drop the panties again."

You sat in the chair she'd just exited, feeling its warmth against your uncovered behind. Feeling possibly even smaller than you had on the floor, as she stood over you with legs out wide and skirt bunched up around her hips. With a gasp, you realised what she intended only moments before it happened... She descended into your lap. The fearful erection her intimidating presence had instilled and inflicted upon you, suddenly finding itself becoming wrapped in warm flesh. You had never been inside anyone before. Never felt this embrace of your manhood that was supposed to be all a teenage boy craved. Yet she had claimed that virginity from you with barely more than a sigh. The warm, wet embrace of this older woman being just another notch among many, for her.

She towered over you still, your head barely level with her still-clothed breasts... and seemed content to just sit there, impaled on you. For now. She started talking again, granting you the story that you sought.

"I guess you've heard the reason him and mom broke up... when she threw us both out. I'd never got on with her... and I guess at the start, trying to flirt with dad was just one of my ways at getting back at her. Only, it went further and further... and eventually I sort of realised I'd genuinely fallen in love with the ugly, old goof. We used to fix things together and drink beer and go round Rod's to watch the game. When we ended up alone... it just seemed natural to move in together and start acting like a real couple."

Nancy had pulled up her own top, peeling it over her head. Closely followed by a lacy, red bra that made yours look like the feeble prop it was. She pulled you in close to be buried amongst the flesh now uncovered and trap you in a world of only mammalian glory. Everything seemed soft and pink and it became very hard to tell which way was up... but still, the story continued:

"Only... knowing that it was all a bit fucked up to begin with just sorta... makes it easier for things to get out of hand. Both of us just started pushing the limits of what kinda kinky shit the other would agree too... and neither would ever say no. He'd go out drinking and meet some guys and bring them home to fuck me and I'd just do it in a heartbeat. Rod and Dave and sometimes Arjuun just became my daily list of vag-guests. Dad used to say he loved to watch the smile on my face as another man fucked me, the smile that said: I wish this was you Daddy... but I know you'll give me more later."

The weight of those hips upon your lap began to lift up and slide down again. Movement you felt keenly through the pillar of pure sensitivity she had taken ownership over. It seemed she was using you to drum up memories of those far-away times... when it had been her first experiencing the joys of human bodies colliding. Though you were sure those lost invasions had been far... girthier... than yours.

"Only there was something else I was starting to think I wanted. More than anything else in the world. If we were going to the extremes of being a messed-up, incestuous couple, then... I wanted him to put a baby in me. I wanted to feel a little brother or sister grow inside my belly. It started to become just this utter obsession for me."

This taboo revelation came with an increase of pace. She was riding you properly now, like a country girl on a rodeo bull. The thirst she had once felt for a bellyful of her own sibling still clearly setting off bonfires of arousal within the depths of this succubian creature. While you were nothing more than the window back to those yearnings. Once again, you had only instigated yourself in becoming a tool for another's pleasure. Yet, the sensations that process began clouding over you, were thick and mind-clogging. You could see the younger girl she had once been, opening her legs for anyone her Daddy asked her to. Could feel the eagerness to delve further down that path, throbbing in her breast. It all began to add up and become twisted in with your own unsuitable desires. No wonder you seemed to feel such a connection with this terrifying magnificence of a woman.

Chapter 29

"We had huge, huge arguments about it. Screaming in each other's faces while in the missionary position and legitimately still slamming our hips together at the same time."

Nancy was still riding upon your lap. The shifting weight of her bounces making the cheap, plastic chair creak beneath you. You couldn't possibly imagine being in such a darkly volatile relationship as the one she was describing. Being the kind of person who could build up and then vent out all their frustrations with the one you loved, while still endlessly slamming your body against theirs. You could feel the memory of that life through the current connection of flesh you were sharing with this woman, though. See the pornographic, sitcom shapes of someone who had introduced herself to you with a bat, colliding constantly with the man who had promoted both you and your sister to your knees.

"Somehow the angry sex just felt even better! But... I started 'forgetting' to take my pill. Or 'losing' the condoms after driving him mad with horniness all day. Until one day, he woke up to find me already riding him like a bareback... just like this."

Now you were the perfect prop. The therapy filler to her reminiscing over mistakes that had felt so good, and cost so much. There was no way you could keep up with that legacy. You were a timid, little cocksucker still wearing a bra... not the soulmate in sin who had made her. You felt the inner muscles of this backstreet princess squeeze tight around your pathetic manhood... and could not help but cry out as it was milked for all its worth. Spurt after spurt of semen shooting out into the centre of her, the third time you'd cum that day... and second that she had let you spill in one end of her, or another. Nancy ground out the experience of stealing your virginal ejaculation, still continuing her story as she took one of her own tits in hand, and squeezed it tightly.

"He had no chance to pull out before cumming buckets, straight up into my currently-ovulating cooch. Filling me up with everything I'd wanted. I guess I figured, once it had just happened... he'd come to terms with it."

She deflated a little then, knowing the tale had reached its peak... and you were past your limit. The twenty-something did not release you yet, though. Continuing to push and pull the emptied length of you trapped within her cooch. Enjoying the friction for her own sake... with little care that you were so drained and tender.

"He kicked me out then and there... Wearing nothing but one of his old hockey shirts and with his spunk still dribbling out of my snatch. I stayed with Dave for a bit, but he still lives above his mom... and was scared to death she'd find out he was keeping a half-crazy, 19-year old nymphomaniac in his 1-room flat. I kept having to hide naked behind the door, half-covered in sweat and jizz. Everytime she randomly popped up to bring him a sandwich or something... which she did like every other fucking hour!"

Nancy reached up to wipe a sweated lock of hair away from her eyes, laughing at the absurdity of these situations she had lived through.

"So then I moved in with Rod and his wife... only it turned out she is way into the kinky BDSM stuff. I got tied up and gagged and whipped and shit every night. Even started getting major muscle cramps from falling asleep still with my ankles behind my ears and with god knows what shoved up my everything. Like... Jill was actually really sweet to me during the day, and I still go back for some fun every now and then but... jeez. I just couldn't go on like that."

She looked down at you, white faced and still buried between her breasts. You were drowning in pity and sympathy for how lost she must have felt, back then. Tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. But... she was not someone who wanted or needed your sympathy. She had taken what she wanted from you, and now was just back to her same, strong-minded self.

"So I found my own place... and got a job at a bar. No baby turned up, despite all my efforts... so I just got on with life. And slowly dad just became one of my ex's, same as everybody's got. We avoided each other most of the time, unless he needed to borrow some cash... Until suddenly you showed up... and I decided I hadn't taken any of the other boy's money, for a while."

Nancy swung one of her long legs up and off of you, then helped you back up yourself. She took you gently by the hand and led you back through the darkened shop. Back in the apartment, you found all three of the others... collapsed haphazardly on, or in, the slumbering shape of your sister. So instead, you found yourself on the couch, under a moth-eaten blanket. Wrapped in the arms of a woman who you were more scared of, and impressed by, than anyone else you had ever met.

Chapter 30

The next morning, you woke up cold to find that Nancy had gone. She'd left the mouldy, old blanket covering you... but somehow emerging into the day without another soul present sent a shiver through you. Ghosts of stronger arms still whispered around your shoulders, reminding how much safer they'd made you feel. The memories of last night returned slowly, unravelling all that had happened at the pace that it had.

You were no longer a virgin.

The thought seemed to echo a lot more hollowly than it was supposed to. The bursting pride you had glimpsed on the chests of other boys in the locker room as they boasted their own triumphs... lost on you completely. The bucking hips of that older woman riding atop you came back as lapping waves; yet you had simply been happy she seemed to be enjoying herself. You're own pleasure barely registering as an afterthought. Was that how it always was? The sound of her rising gasps and catching breaths as she unloaded her story were now a melody you couldn't forget. But the actual physicality of emptying your little balls inside of her was already fading.

Balls...

Lifting up your covering, you realised you were still wearing nothing but a padded bra. Arguably the most useless item of clothing for you, and one which had scarred deep indentations where you had slept on it. You kept it on though, for want to be wearing something. You were going to have to sneak to your sister's wardrobe, or risk scuttling through the shop downstairs to find yesterday's outfit.

Approaching the ajar door to the bedroom, you recognised a familiar collection of soft moans and sighs. Putting your eye to the gap, you spied two moving mounds in the curtained dimness. Only Skeg and Jenny remained, the others having presumably left whenever Nancy did. All coverings discarded, the pair were lying naked side-by-side. Your sister draping back into the loose embrace of your landlord. He was sliding in and out of her in a slow and leisurely pace. The tired, gentle rhythm of two bodies which had been embroiled with each other all night but were still not quite ready to give up this connection.

You could see the glistening wetness of where his flesh entered hers. Could see the staining evidence of multiple previous entrants taking their fill of her, then pouring in a goopy review. It was strangely beautiful... to think of your own sibling flesh and blood providing that same sense of pleasure and fulfillment to three older men, time after time. To see the semi-conscious smile on her face as Skeg made use of her for what was presumably neither the first or last time this morning. You knew this was not a chore to her. That being woken up every few hours to find another man inside of her would be no less than a dream come true. Some part of you still reviled at the thought of others taking such liberties over the one you loved the most... but, if that was her wish... you could never stand against it.

Watching that only half-swollen lump of meat slip in and out of her. In and out. You couldn't help but feel your own flash answer. Small fingers closed around twitching sensitivities. Your own erection much more meagre than the one your eyes were glued to, even though it was throbbing at full mast. Masturbating to the sight of your own twin being penetrated seemed like yet another spoke along the wheel you could not come back from. At this point, though... you were already far beyond stopping. She was magnificent. And somehow, this seemed only the truest painting to capture that essence.

Chapter 31

"You enjoying y'rself, over there?"

The question came like a lightning bolt out of the blue, shattering the walls around you. For a second or two it was simply impossible to register what the words were, or how they could possibly be aimed at you. So focussed had you been in watching that squelching place where their lower bodies met, that Skeg could have been looking straight at you for a minute or more without you noticing. The horrifying reality that you were stood there, framed in the doorway; with everything you had worked so hard to hide held out on display; hit you like a freight train. You were paralyzed with terror and embarrassment. He could see. He could see! He could see!

"Come on... come a bit closer, if you like. Get a good ol' looksee at ya sister 'ere's cooch sucking me in."

These words were an instruction. A command. And your jellified brain could do nothing but reach out and hang on to what it knew: the simplicity of doing as you were told. Your legs began moving on their own. You trembling fingers still gripped tight around your shrinking penis, perhaps subconsciously moving to hide it... but more than aware the damage was already done. A rising babble of half-hearted excuses and grovelling apologies seeming to get stuck in the back of your throat as you could think of nothing that would actually mend this situation. In a matter of moments, you found yourself standing over their still-thrusting forms... knees shaking and with one ankle perpetually trying to hide behind the other. Every nerve in your body electrified, so the scratching straps of the bra you still wore felt like lines of fire across your skin. Scarring evidence of the lie you had been living.

Skeg smirked, toothily. Looking you up and down like a lion might do a dormouse. Wondering how much fun might be worth having with this morsel.

"No need to hide it... You were stroking that puny thing happily enough when you thought we wasn't watching, weren't ya? An I know you let Big Sis 'ere take hand of it whenever the feeling takes 'er... don't ya?"

Blood rushed to your cheeks in a hot, crimson flurry. The man had just effectively admitted his spying on you with the cameras, yet still it felt like you who was on trial. Why would he be ashamed of invading your privacy, when here he was openly invading your sibling right in front of you? He had no moral code to break, so was free to do as he liked. However you, despite it all... still burned with the guilt of having tried to lie to him. It was so unfair! But you couldn't change the basic nature of yourself. In your heart you felt like you owed yet another debt to this beastly man who did little but take.

"Y-you knew all along?" Your smallest of voices leaked out between quivering lips. Ashamed that all your extensive make-upping and nervous shaving had been utterly in vain.

"Knew what?" Laughed your landlord, dryly and callously. "That my second runaway cock-polisher had a few grapes between her legs?"

He shook his head dismissively. "Nah, that was actually a bit of a shock when I first spotted em... You always seemed like such an innocent, little sweetie. Had no idea you was one of them at all..."

"B-but... you didn't kick me out? You still got me t-to-...It didn't bother you?"

Skeg laughed again, long and hard. Clearly enjoying your confusion. "Why would it? Yous dress up pretty and use those soft lips of yours for what they're clearly made for. We might talk a bit rough, an' front up if someone called us 'fruity'. But I think folks 'round here 'd be more suspicious if'n I looked a gift whore in the mouth and didn't shove my dick in there! Might be plenty who'd say they'd not let that tongue of yours near 'em in public... but give em five minutes in an alley wit ya and you can bet ya'd have sore knees and a mouthful."

The man shuddered for a second... letting out a loose groan. It took you a moment to realise he had just cum inside your sister again. Your eyes were once again drawn back to the sloppy tangle of flesh where their bodies met. A trickle of white fluid leaked out around the base of his shaft, presumably due to the quantity of liquid goop already deposited in there. Beneath your concealing hands, you felt another twitch in your own manhood. Why did that excite you so much?! That thought was a squealing lamentation that did nothing but make you more aware of the fact it was fleeing from.