The Best Birthday Present Ever Ch. 01-03

Chapter 1

"Seriously, is this some kind of a joke?" I asked, looking for the camera somewhere, but the look on Wendy's face was in earnest.

"Oh, no, bro, I'm quite serious! Don't look for a camera, because there isn't one. I have a major gift for you and it's waiting for you in the living room. Trust me, babe. You'll love it! It's far better than any other gift that I've ever given you before. You'll love it, I say! Come on, Wayne! Let's go home, so you can unwrap it!" Wendy told me as our breakfast date ended at the same greasy spoon where my sister and I always ate on Saturday mornings.

"A cutie like Brittany over there?" I pointed to our waitress, a platinum blonde with baby blue eyes and a farmer's tan, who repeatedly flirted with both of us.

"Yes and no. You'll see what I mean soon enough. I also got me a present, but it's on the credit card that you gave me, the one linked to your account, so it will be a mutual twin birthday gift to each of us. Don't worry, Brittany will still be waiting for the moment that you decide to give her a tumble, a week from now, I dare say. Do yourself a favor sometime, take her out back behind the shop soon, and do her hard from behind. I know that you don't trust women's body language, but that's why you need me.

"I'm your wingwoman, if you will. I can already tell that she's bi and would love to fuck both of us. She gave me her number, said that it was for both of us, but for now, trust me, you want to wait until after you receive your birthday present, Wayne Patrick Murphy," Wendy promised me, her green eyes dancing as they rested in her pale, freckled face beneath her coppery hair.

"It's Wayne's birthday?" Brittany perked up, sauntering over to us with some serious swagger now.

"And mine," Wendy told her, "we're fraternal twins and we just turned twenty-three. We've also been humping since we came of age. Yep, that's right. We do the incest, a lot in fact. I climbed into his bed when midnight struck on our eighteenth birthday and I haven't left him alone ever since. It's a wonder that we don't have kids yet. Maybe I'm barren or he's sterile. Care to test that theory sometime?"

"Mother may I?" Brittany laughed as I paid the check and tipped her rather well, "anytime either or both of you want into my pants, including today, call me up. I mean it. You got yourself a rather eager booty call, starting today. That's MY birthday gift to the two of you. How about that?"

"So, what does your boyfriend think of that?" I teased her, curious as to her answer.

"Which one? I'm dating every busboy in the cafe! Take your pick and ask 'em what they think of it all. Don't worry about the boss. I suck his dick and bend over now and then to keep him nice and happy. I'll be blunt here. I'm a slut! I love to fuck! I like cock. A lot. I like pussy, also a lot. And I like ass, guess how much?" Brittany moved her hips just right to grind against as I stood up at last.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say a lot?" Wendy broke in to remind anyone who might forget about her absence (as if they'd forget a ginger).

"Ten-four on that, babe. Hell, I love ass! Especially spreading a woman's cheeks to slide my tongue down her crack! It's the sweetest treat in the world!" Brittany told us in a stage whisper by now.

"That's ... very good to know. Remind me NOT to lose this number, sis! How old are you again?" I inquired, making Brittany blush.

"Nineteen, babe and yes, I know all about that Steely Dan song. I'll gladly take you along when I slide 'em down!" Brittany swayed a bit more as she brought us our receipt and reached out to grope both of us in front of her busboys.

"Well, that's a promising start to the day. I can only imagine what this gift might be that would be worth holding off on Brittany and her magical booty. A gift to both of us, you say? Sweet!" I chuckled, holding hands with Wendy rather brazenly as we walked back to my truck.

It was a relatively quiet drive to back to the old family home, one that my family has owned for three generations now. We had been lovers as well as friends and siblings for a while now, sticking it out through thick and thin, through plenty of breakups with other people, too. After my girlfriend dumped me during the prom itself for standing up for my sister, Wendy led me into a darkened ladies' room and we fucked for several minutes, barely avoiding notice. Her own boyfriend wasn't too thrilled that she ditched him, and this led to a very abrupt end to their relationship on his part. Her attitude was that she regretted having to do it, but for her brother, she'd do anything.

"Thinking back to the prom, aren't you? Yeah, Vanessa was a real cunt and so was Allen, but to be fair, we were cheating on both of them with each other, weren't we? I still think that it's funny that both of them came crawling back to us and dated us a couple more times before college ended all of that jazz. I just know that Vanessa was used to being queen bee and also jealous of our close sibling bond, though she never seemed to catch on to our true relationship. Allen was very insecure and paranoid himself, anyway," Wendy laughed as she unlocked the front door and walked directly into the living room.

I was immediately confronted by the sight of my ex-wife, Tamara, collared, bound, naked, and gagged on the floor. She saw me and began fighting all over again to break free of her bonds, but it was useless and the electrical shock from her collar zapped her back to her senses. She also had a barcode on her bosom and some kind of chastity belt on her lower half, with the key now pressed into my hands by none other than Wendy herself. I noticed that there was an opening in the back of the belt to permit sodomy, much to my amusement and delight.

"Happy Birthday, bro! How many guys get a personal cumslut for their birthday gift, from their own sister, no less? For that matter, how many girls get a personal slut boi for their birthday present, from their own brother, right?" Wendy then led out her own captive, a rather tall and lean fellow with a full head of hair and a medium tan brought on by the Arizona Sun.

This guy looked somewhat familiar as well, with haunted blue eyes and a clean-shaven face (how odd these days, when shaving facial hair had fallen out of use among most men). He reminded me of a classic preppy, yuppie kind of guy, in fact, the sort who wore polo shirts before it even caught on, not to mention had country club memberships. He struggled desperately to get out, but typically, he had the same exact alpha characters on his bar code that Tamara had, marking both of them as convicted felons who were sentenced to penal servitude instead of prison. This meant a fixed term of indenture and there was no early release from that.

"Remember Jordan Marvin, dear bro? The jerk that tried to ruin you fired for sexual harassment. Seems that Tamara and he got hitched, and then he committed some major securities fraud and other crimes of a white-collar nature. Well, you know as I do that the voters stopped coddling the rich, Wall Street type of criminal some time ago, and now, here he is, along with his wife, your ex-wife, Tamara. Seems that they were both involved in a narc ring, too.

"I found them and purchased them at auction. They're ours for the next decade, so they might as well settle in for a while. I personally doubt that they'll ever get their freedom back, but time will tell. Here's the certificate of ownership, of course," Wendy gave me that document as well as the leash for Tamara's collar, just in case.

"I see that you got an early start with Jordan here," I pointed to the mostly nude man in her custody, whose good looks shone through even the bondage gear.

Jordan Marvin wore handcuffs, a shock collar, a bar code with the typical convict-slave's letters on his bar code, a cock cage complete with a key, a ball gag, and a ball harness attached to a leash that Wendy pulled with her. She smirked as she kissed me very hard on the mouth, much to Tamara's horror. Then she licked her lips as she produced a butt-plug, forced Jordan's cheeks apart, and shoved it up his asshole. She produced two remote controls and an identical butt-plug for Tamara to wear if I so chose. I grinned as I pried Tamara's buttocks open and slid that toy into her lovely ass.

"I bought some of these toys ahead of the slaves, of course. I wanted to be ready for them. I simply loved the shocked faces that they showed when their hopes raised by being bought together completely dashed upon learning that it was me who took them off the State's hands. I imagine that they knew that they were in trouble when the sister of the man that they mistreated so much had paid for them. It was even scarier for Tamara when she found out that I purchased her for your own use and transferred ownership to you," Wendy clarified while yanking on the ball harness leash to Jordan's considerable discomfort.

"So, tell me, Jordan, it really was a trap, wasn't it, buddy? Well, payback's a bitch, isn't it? You used my bisexuality against me, set me up to look gay so that you could get Tamara to leave me. Well, as you can see, my cheating wasn't limited to men. You went to a lot of extra work for a very small pay-off, didn't you? The false sexual harassment claim against me, all that jazz. I understand why, though. Tamara's got a very sweet tush and her pussy's outstanding, too. Worth the revenge that I'm likely to take on you, though? I have a feeling that's not so much the case.

"Planting all of that gay literature and porn on me, too, that was a trip, making it reinforce your narrative that I was really gay about to leave her. Cute, but stupid and very ignorant, buddy. I did enjoy the smut, though. It was very hot twink action. You got my number there. I do love me some twinks, as you'll discover the hard way, if my sister stays true to form," I commented as I tested the effects of the butt-plugs on both of my new playthings.

Tamara gave a muffled protest as I slapped her bottom, clearly trying to say something through the ball gag, to no avail, of course. Not in the mood to deal with her bullshit, I kept the gag in her mouth for now. I was pleased to see that Wendy followed my example. It was quite clear that she had kept custody of Jordan, while turning my ex over to me. I was quite pleased at which of us got whom. This division of labor worked very well for me.

"So, you planned this surprise very well, sis. Any idea where we keep our new chattel? Spare bedroom or on the floor in the master bedroom? You know that I'll never kick you out of bed, after all," I smiled as I grabbed my sister's butt, knowing that she was no slouch in the booty department herself.

"I bet they never had a fucking clue all this time, about you and me, did they? Right under their fucking noses, and here they thought themselves so clever! It was a serious case of missing the forest for the trees! Come here, lover, let's fuck in front of them, give them a nice little show that they'll never forget!" Wendy laughed as she bent over for me and took my cock deep inside her coppery bush as far as she could.

"Oh, fuck, sis, you know what your ass does to me ... and your pussy, damn it! Ever since our first time together, and all those times nearly getting caught by Mom and Dad ... fuck, yeah!" I shouted as I drove balls deep inside her juicy twat.

"I bet that this is blowing their minds, isn't it? Fuck me ... fuck me, harder, please! Deeper! Rougher! Make my pussy yours forever! Own this pussy! Claim it! It's yours for the taking, bro!" Wendy panted as she welcomed me farther inside her luscious, dripping wet snatch.

I saw Tamara and Jordan both really strain against their bonds by now, definitely wanting free for some reason. Maybe Tamara was jealous, which would be a laugh for sure. She left me, after all, over bogus sexual harassment claims by a man who tried to ensnare me, getting involved with that very same guy. She had trusted him, filed for divorce, refused to believe me over his bogus, #MeToo sob story, and tried in vain to destroy my business or take part of it for herself. Why she still married the dude afterward, I have no idea, except that he was a slick con artist and she must have fallen for his charms.

I reamed my sweet sister for several more minutes to her delight, taking Wendy to the usual heights of incestuous bliss as we fucked like bunnies. I pulled her ginger curls as always, inflicting just the right amount of pain for her pleasure. I knew my twin well enough to truly understand that she was a little bit of a pain slut at times. I smacked her buns a few times as well, taking her good and hard from behind. I particularly enjoyed grabbing her cheeks to play with her delightful ass as we humped, my every stroke making her squirm and moan with her ecstasy. The sight of her delicious derriere combined with the typical slickness of her soaked slit to excite me to the point of absolute satisfaction.

"Damn, sis, your pussy is always the best ... I love fucking lots of strange cunt, but yours is the best snatch ever, bar none! Amazing that Tamara was married to me for six months and never caught onto our long-term love affair! She was always self-absorbed, which was useful when it came to this, since I couldn't be open about incest, could I? I was basically forced to cheat instead of openly taking you as a lover.

"It's sad that we can never really go public with our love, isn't it? I thought marrying a conceited little bitch from Eastern Europe who needed a green card badly enough would work out for me, but I kinda burned myself a little on that one," I remarked as I bottomed out inside Wendy's slippery twat.

"Well, it turned out well enough, didn't it? I'm surprised that she didn't get deported after that mess, but she must have sucked the right dicks to avoid that. She is rather cute and will make an excellent fucktoy for you, won't she? I'm pretty sure that she's a cheater herself. But you knew that going in, too, didn't you, bro?" Wendy said just before creaming herself on my cock.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure that she was still sleeping with her original sponsor and never stopped. I enjoyed knowing that both of us had pre-existing relationships that we couldn't just shake off, even for marriage. There's a certain fundamental decency to maintaining an established arrangement even past the nuptials, if you ask me, though society would condemn that much as it condemns incest or polyamory or swinging. Or May-December relationships.

"Face it, society is sick, warped, twisted. I didn't mind at all that Tamara banged her sponsor. It seems like a fair trade, help for booty. Quid pro quo. That was honest and honorable in my book. What I minded was her trying to take me to the cleaners and helping Jordan railroad me with his #MeToo crap," I declared as I spent myself inside Wendy at last.

"Alright, boy, time for clean up duty!" Wendy grabbed Jordan by the leash still linked to his ball harness, removed his ball gag, and pulled him closer to her, "lick the folds, but don't you dare stick your tongue in there! I want enough left in me to do the job!"

"The job?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, knocking me up! I'm supposedly fertile right now and I really want to try for a baby!" Wendy smiled as she felt her new boy-toy lap away at her with his tongue, "he might get a chance to do the deed later, but this first one has to be yours, so he can expect to spend a lot of time in chastity for the near future."

"Not so much with her. I want to put that anchor baby in her womb ASAP. I would like to keep my birthday gift for many years to come, not just the next decade. She's safe from deportation as my chattel, but what happens if and when she leaves my custody? I would like to find a way to keep her in thrall to me, you see. Permanently. What about you and Jordan?" I grinned at my twin.

"Oh, definitely. I'm gonna love having a pussy boi around far too much to easily let him go," Wendy laughed as she pushed Jordan's head down to her taint and butt-crack now to make him lick those.

For my part, I grabbed a handful of Tamara's ass and started spanking as well as groping it in earnest. I also turned on the vibrations for the butt-plug inside her tush as she let out muffled moans through the ball gag. I wasn't one hundred percent certain, but I almost swore that the first moans happened when I landed those smacks to her bottom, fondled it, and even pinched it a little. I kept slapping her buns while turning up the vibe levels on the butt-plug, much to her frustration as she squirmed inside her chastity belt. I saw beads of sweat dripping down her tanned, dimpled face. She began biting hard on the gag and flinching as I struck her booty, but she also smelled strongly of intense lust.

"Wanna butt-fuck her, don't ya, bro? Go for it ... she's yours now. Ram that rump good and hard like she deserves! I want to watch you stick it in her ass and sodomize the holy fuck out of her. She's your ex, after all, and who doesn't want to really stick it to an ex? Besides, I have plans for Jordan's butt, too," Wendy encouraged me as she left the room for a moment to grab something.

"How about you, Jordan? Want to watch me shove this dick where the Sun don't shine? She's now your ex-wife as well as mine, but I'm sure that she wants to still be with you. Just as you still wish to be with her. So watch me bugger her right in front of you!" I taunted Jordan as I pulled the butt-plug and eased into Tamara's tightest hole.

I began butt-fucking Tamara with abandon, loving the friction, the heat, the tightness, and the aggressive feeling of domination as I plundered her booty. I also loved how much she squirmed and tried not to enjoy the act as much as I now sensed that she did. I wasn't gentle, either, my thrusts going very hard and rough with her as I invaded her body from behind. Her backdoor was now mine, along with the rest of her, and she fought her urge to climax. Admittedly, the chastity belt helped her resist that need to cum, too, but pride was the biggest factor for her and I could tell that much. She didn't want anyone to know that she enjoyed being taken anally in such a ruthless fashion.

When Wendy returned, she was almost the same in appearance, except for one addition: a massive strap-on dildo with a thigh harness. She pointed it at Jordan's ass and I knew that he was in for it. Pun intended, she had him pegged.

Chapter 2

"Look on the bright side, boyo. You're still getting fucked by a drop-dead gorgeous ginger, and there's nothing that Tamara can do about it! Besides, I happen to know that you love taking it in the ass, don't you? It's where the male G-spot, the prostate, is, you know," I taunted Jordan a bit more while still sodomizing a very much gagged Tamara.

"She looks like she's enjoying it a bit more than she wants the hubby to know, doesn't she?" Wendy laughed as she pegged Jordan so ruthlessly, "tell me, do you like watching your now ex-wife get her ass fucked by my brother?"

"No ... and ... yes!" Jordan groaned as he felt another powerful thrust of that dildo up his butt.

"Meaning that you like it, but you hate that you like it, am I right? It's humiliating, but exciting to watch Tamara get her ashes hauled like that, especially while your own tush is being taken so brutally, am I right? Answer me, pussy boi!" Wendy demanded as she drove deeper up his manhole.

"Yes ... you're right!" Jordan grudgingly confessed, biting his lower lip as he felt more of that dildo shoving itself up his booty.

"Yes ... Mistress!" Wendy insisted, slapping his cheeks and thrusting roughly to assert her rights.

"Yes ... Mistress!" Jordan yielded, not seeing an alternative ... the now independent State of Arizona had duly convicted him and taken away his former liberty.