Authors note: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Enjoy! D
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Michael sat chewing his straw as he wondered about the mixture of longing and disgust he felt as he watched the group of girls on the other side of the canteen. It was a bright day and the shine from their finely cared-for hair and skin gave them a cinematic glow that made them all the more captivating. His twin sister, Brittany, was with seated amongst them, seemingly just another beautiful face in the crowd of beautiful girls.
As he watched her interact, he noted that it was only for the chameleonic way that she blended into the crowd (an effect he had worked hard to master) that caused Mike to be ever so slightly awed as she subtly took control of the group and gradually focussed their attention on her. As she did so his plainly beautiful sister began to shine, as though feeding on the attention being lavished on her by everyone else and for just a moment Michael knew what other guys saw in his evil twin.
To her right sat her best friend, Suzanne Demico. Suzanne was black with smooth milk chocolate skin, big brown eyes and lustrous long black curls that fell from her head to a deliciously curvy body. Unlike his Aryan American-dream sister she stood out to Michael like a diamond in the dirt. Being one of only two ethnic minorities to make it to the beautiful crowd certainly helped, but Mikes longing gaze had been aimed her way ever since kindergarten. Now his eyes traced over every inch of her, pausing at the full bosom that threatened to burst from her top at any moment. Just then Suzanne laughed at something his sister had said and playfully smacked her arm. Although alarm bells from the bulge forming in his trousers began to sound in his head, Michael was utterly powerless to move his eyes from the jiggling, bouncing mounds that fought with Suzanne’s flimsy little bra. His sister said something else and Suzanne punched her arm in mock outrage causing more laughter from the girls at the table.
Michael’s attention wandered briefly back to his sister and he contemplated how someone so bitchy could be so popular. So she was slim and athletic. So she had long shiny golden hair that hung to her waist. Though lacking Suzanne’s blatant “curvaciousness,” Brittany’s breasts and behind were perfectly proportioned, “in an average looking white girl sort of way” he thought to himself. She was a candidate for the (totally overrated) title Ultimate Cheerleader if ever there were one, with bright blues eyes and the cutest prettiest face you ever saw, but she was still a total bitch.
“It must be the hair,” muttered Michael under his breath.
They were both 18, supposedly twins, but Michael had always wondered how any twins could be so different and how one could seemingly hate the other one so much. Michael himself was shorter than the average guy, making him a match in height for his sister. His hair was dirty blond and his blue eyes were not quite as bright and blue as his twins. He had a very slight build and his sister would often tease him about how he was meant to have been a girl twin instead of a “wimpy half-boy”. It was a joke that had managed to make its way around the whole school and along with other jibes from his popular and powerful twin it had sealed his fate as a social outcast all through high school.
Michael was roused from his reverie by another burst of laughter from his sister’s table. He looked over and saw them looking back, no doubt laughing at another of his sister’s jokes about him. He could feel, to his relief that the dawning erection he’d felt before had withered prematurely. Thinking about his sister would do that to him. Quickly Mike finished his food and with his usual grim resignation to life at school he headed off to the library.
History, Michaels most hated subject. It was the class where he sat between heaven and hell. On his right across the isle sat Suzanne Demico, his walking wet dream. On his left sharing the same table sat his sister the sibling he tried to forget. “The devil always sits on your left shoulder,” he thought as he remembered something their grandmother had said. Mr Knowles stood at the head of the class droning on steadily in his monotone voice and as one the class drifted off into a steady daydream. Mike’s dream, as ever, was of Suzanne. He leant back with his hands behind his head and imagined unclasping the bra that restrained her bountiful breasts. He started to see himself wrapping his arms around her from behind, his cock resting between her ass cheeks as he pulled and stroked her nipples. He let his eyes close, and saw her moan as he entered her sweet tight chocolate pussy and slowly began to fuck her over the desk…
Something grabbed Michael’s leg through his trousers and he jumped suddenly banging the desk. Some quiet sniggers emanated from around the room but Mr Knowles droned on oblivious. Suzanne was looking at him and he felt his cheeks start to redden. He looked around at his sister who watched him with a huge grin on her face. She made a fist on the desk with her perfectly manicured index finger extended but limp. Then she raised it slowly until it was pointing stiffly upwards. She could barely contain her joy. He knew his cock wasn’t showing yet, he was very careful not to make that mistake, but he noticed that the bitch wasn’t grinning at him. His head snapped around and he saw Suzanne looking back with a mixture of nervous shock and embarrassment on her face. She quickly looked down at her desk as his eyes met hers. Mike felt the blood rising in his own cheeks as well and he looked back to his sister and whispered coldly, ‘I’ll get you Brittany!’
‘Promises, promises!’ was all she replied.
The last class of the day was Gym and all the guys and girls filed into the massive sports hall and found an activity to practice. It was less of a class and more of meat market where the popular guys and popular girls could show off to each other while everyone else simply tried to stay out of their way. Michael wasn’t a great sportsman and when on the basketball court, guys only ever passed to him as a last resort. Consequently he had plenty of time to spy on the girl’s game. His sister and Suzanne were on opposing sides today, and Michael watched as the girls’ chests bounced in their sports tops. When Mr Alder called change over halfway through the period the teams broke up and grouped themselves around the hall in order of social status for the few minutes of rest they were allowed. Michael sat by himself on the benches opposite the locker rooms. The cool kids were stood around the locker room entrance, guys flexing muscles and teasing their adoring fan club of hot cheerleader girls. Michael’s eyes wandered over them. He despised the muscular athletic guys who stood around flexing and preening. He knew his distaste was more to do with jealousy than any resentment of their teasing; after all, if he looked like them or had the power they had he’d probably abuse it too. At one point he caught his sister’s eye, but she turned back to the group without acknowledging him. He let his eyes wander over his one true love again. Though built like the proverbial “brick house,” Suzanne had toned legs that seemed to go on forever and Michael could not take his eyes off them.
He vaguely noted his sister tip-toeing up to the ear of Tyrone Jenkins, the biggest blackest boy in school. 6’4″ of pure muscle wrapped in dark ebony skin and as luck would have it, he was Suzanne Demico’s boyfriend. Michael had never spoken to him, but his reputation was well known. At just eighteen, Tyrone was said to have three children by three different women, the most recent of which had been Mrs Angela Meerson, the newly hired, newly wed and soon to be newly divorced English lit teacher. The other rumour that went around about Tyrone was that he had a 10.5-inch cock that all the girls he met fell in love with. Michael always felt sick to his stomach when he saw Tyrone and Suzanne together.
There was a blur of orange as Michael’s head turned and registered the basketball travelling at mach 2 towards him. Then it went dark.
Michael’s head floated atop the soft pillows of Suzanne’s chest. He smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around her. For some reason her body seemed harder than in his dreams. Then he noticed the faint sounds of laughter and conversation. He opened his eyes to find that he was laying flat on the floor. Tyrone was squatting over him saying something about a ‘bitch-boy’ like him looking at his woman. Michael’s head hurt too much to fully register the words. Through the ringing that had been awoken in his head one sound managed to pierce his skull with crystal clarity. He didn’t need to look up to see his sister covering her mouth and convulsing in fits of laughter. He knew it was her who had pointed Tyrone at him and fired him off like a guided missile. He could’ve lived with that day just fine up until that point, after all it was no more than he usually expected from a day at High school. Then as his head rolled to the other side to evade the spittle from Tyrone’s verbal assault, he saw Suzanne turning away with the same embarrassed blush she’d had in history class. Slowly he picked himself up off the floor and moved to the bench where he would be out of the way.
The day was over. On the whole it’d been no better or worse than any other day at high school, except for the last two periods. He didn’t feel like going to the photography club after seeing that expression on Suzanne’s face twice in one day. At least there wasn’t much longer before he would graduate and he could pick a college far, far away from his evil twin. Michael strolled dejectedly down the suburban street. He only lived a few blocks from school and he enjoyed the peace of his solitary walk home. When the voice called out to him he froze on the spot. He knew whose voice it was but had lost hope of ever hearing it call out his name. He turned his head and saw Suzanne Demico bouncing up the path towards him. For a brief instant Mike’s thoughts flashed a string of romantic fantasies, before settling on the most likely idea that Suzanne just wanted to apologise for Tyrone’s high-speed hook shot earlier. He rubbed the bruise on his right cheekbone as the girl of his dreams stepped up in front of him.
‘Mike,’ she said, ‘we need to talk.’
‘Ok’ replied Michael hesitantly. Her tone was a little stern for an apology, and Michael could not think of what he may have done to upset her.
‘I was talking to your sister just before History class today Michael. She told me how you think you’re madly in love with me or something; how you have all these twisted fantasies of us together and how you’re always daydreaming about me in History classes and jacking off thinking about us together when you’re home.’
Rule number one: when backed into a corner, deny everything!
‘She showed me a page from your diary Michael!’
His whole body went cold. Right there on June 6th at 1519 hours, Michael Ashton died.
The rest of the conversation was just a monotonous blur; the words sounded more like nails being hammered into his coffin. She told him the thought of him made her sick. That she could never be with someone like him. She told him if he thought of her as anything more than some sex object then he wouldn’t look at her again while they were in school. Then she left.
Michael lay in his room in an emotionless daze. Despite his pubescent fantasising, Michael knew that he had really loved Suzanne, ever since he met her in kindergarten when they had become best friends, and even after his sister stole her away from him in the 4th grade there had always been a genuine undying love. A love that gave him hope, silly and romantic though it may have been, it was hope none the less.
His thoughts moved again to Brittany. The Bitch! He wondered what he had ever done to her that she had to torment him so. When they were little she had been the shy quiet one of the two. When did she become the evil hateful little bitch that had turned his whole world against him, and why did he keep letting her get away with it? The History class incident came back to him unbidden. The little whore had shown him up in front of the one person in high school he cared about and all she had to say about his threat of retaliation was, ‘Promises, promises’.
They were the only two words she’d spoken to him that day.
Mike looked at the clock. It was 4:15 pm and there was no sign of his sister. A small smile curled the corner of his lips and steadily the numbness by which he’d been consumed was twisting its self into driving purpose. Michael picked up the digital camera he’d been given for his birthday and hurried out of his house.
It had been around two months ago when he had been taking a walk in the forest half a mile from their home and stumbled upon his sister and her ‘friends’. At the time there had only been her and two guys, but she had drunkenly bragged to him once of doing as many as five guys at a time. Some were guys he knew from school, some were college guys and friends of friends. The core group, however, were all people who Brittany had dirt on, enough dirt for them to make sure that word never ever got out about her sordid little pastime. Until today she’d had his fantasies of Suzanne as well as plausible deniability to keep him in check. After all who would take his word over the popular pretty cheerleader’s? But more than that he realised he’d always been afraid of going against his sister. With nothing to lose and a fool proof plan all the fear had finally gone.
The clearing was bordered by a fallen oak tree on one side and a random arrangement of bushes and logs making a rough square shape. There were three guys with her today. He recognised Adam and Mark, two white guys from the popular crowd in the previous senior year. They had graduated and gone to the local college, but evidently they still kept in touch with some of their former schoolmates. The third figure was unmistakable and seeing Tyrone Jenkins’s huge hulking form caused Michaels eyebrow to rise and his humourless smile began to reappear. There were empty beer cans strewn all around and it seemed as though the main event had only just begun. In the centre of the clearing the bitch was already on all fours with a thick white dick in her mouth. The muscular jock knelt in front of her and worked his hips steadily back and forth while the taller more slender Mark tugged his already swollen cock from his jeans. Michael began taking pictures.
Brittany was already topless and her skirt was up around her waist. Her firm full c-cups trembled beneath her the small pink nipples already hard with arousal and Michael found his head shaking in disgust. He was transported back to the first time he’d seen her here, when the two guys had been jacking off onto her face and tits to a soundtrack of filthy come-ons emanating from Brittany’s mouth.
Michael focussed himself back in the present and guided his lens over his sluty sibling’s body as she crawled around the dirt for her customers. He zoomed in on the innocent white cotton panties that covered her pussy and ass. Her mound was visibly swollen and the soft fabric that stretched tight against her flesh outlined her pussy in exquisite detail. A large dark patch on her panties signalled just how horny all the attention had made his sister. Without a word Tyrone moved along side her and his long black fingers started rubbing her through the wet spot . Brittany moaned and started working her ass back onto his hand as her head nodded in agreement with the oral fucking she received from Adam.
Mike watched transfixed as Tyrone slowly peeled his twin’s underwear from her firm rounded ass. When they were rolled just a few inches down from her soaked blond pussy he stopped and admired his prize. Flawless pale skin flushed a gentle pink, with not an ounce of fat on display. Her puckered anus twitched invitingly and her soft glistening cunt pouted hungrily, silently promising to devour anything it was offered. Tyrone pressed a single long dark digit up through the wet cotton that was stretched between her thighs and rubbed the sodden fabric against her clit. Brittany dropped the cock from her lips and moaned long and loud. Her spine curled and flexed as she tried to grind herself on the panty-clad digit that had electrified her so.
Mark knelt down in front of the gyrating blond while slowly masturbating the slim cock that poked from his shorts. Brittany saw him and dived on him swallowing his length whole. She wrapped one hand around his waist as she bounced her lips up and down the full length of his meat. Adam’s swollen member began poking and prodding Brittany’s bulging cheek like a pet seeking attention from its owner. Without missing a beat Brittany’s lips slipped off one cock on the backstroke and straight down onto the other, devouring the dick like ice cream to a starving child. A stream of obscene noises came from the clearing and Michael wished that he could record sound along with those pictures so everyone would hear as well as see how much of a slut she was. He continued to creep around the bushes, trying to get as much detail into each shot as he could. It wasn’t long before he was watching his bitch sister getting fucked in her mouth and her pussy by the two white studs while Tyrone slowly stroked the massive bulge in his shorts.
Her appetite for cock was amazing. The two horny college studs were using his sister like some cheap whore and there could be no doubt, she loved every second. When Mark would slip from her mouth she would strain her neck to swallow him up again. When Adam’s cock slowed it’s pounding, Brittany would slam her body back on his thick prick like she was scared of what would happen if he stopped. Their hard paced fucking went on for an age before Adam finally pulled out and with a loud cry covered the milky buns of Brittany’s ass in hot creamy spunk. Brittany let Mark’s dick slip from her mouth and held onto him for dear life as Adam let rip with his seed. For a moment there were no sounds but the panting of the group. Brittany writhed and ground her ass against the air, until suddenly Tyrone got down on his knees and began licking the cum from Michael’s sister’s ass. As he did so Brittany began to orgasm loudly and Mark began pounding his dick with his fist. By the time his sister started to quiet Mark was shooting wad after creamy wad of hot cum on her face and chest. Brittany knelt for a minute basking in the warm afterglow of her cum shower and the noisy ministrations of Tyrone’s probing tongue. Then as if Mark had never been there she turned and fell upon Tyrone, pulling his huge manhood from his shorts and stuffing it in her mouth.
As Adam and Mark began making their way out of the clearing Tyrone and Brittany ignored their goodbye’s and fell straight into a deep and sloppy 69. Michael continued to take pictures. His dick was tenting his pants; this was going better than he could have dreamed. He made sure to zoom in when Tyrone’s giant dick finally split the bitch’s overworked pussy wide open; the huge black shaft stretched his whore of a sister more than he’d imagined possible. The big black stud was squatting over Brittany and pounding his manhood down into her cunt, her legs were over his shoulders and his huge hands held onto her tits like they were safety bars on a roller coaster. His sister was growling now, her body’s only movements were the shockwaves sent through her when his hips made impact.
The two of them fucked like the wildest of animals pounding and slamming and grinding against one another with a ferocity Mike had never seen before. There were no words spoken between them but for the grunts and cry’s of their exertion, and their scrambling position changes were like brief battles for dominance that though hard fought her stud would always win.
When Brittany pushed herself up into a seated position on the fallen tree Tyrone was quick to follow. His cock-head felt the chill of the evening air for only a second before it once more speared Brittany’s waiting cunt. She leaned back from her seated position, gradually giving her stud more access to her inner depths. Before long Michael was watching his sister get fucked over the tree with her feet planted on one side and her hands planted on the other.
Tyrone took her on all-4s. His giant horse-cock was disappearing completely into the whores tight little pink hole for the first time and the short fast piston-like pounding had given way to slow withdrawals and long deep pile driver thrusts that made both of them cry out. Mike zoomed in as that thick ebony pole tore its way into his twin’s body over and over again. Then Tyrone pressed her head down into the dirt and with his other hand slowly screwed a long slender digit into her gaping asshole…
His camera was running out of memory, but that didn’t matter he had more than enough shots for his purposes. He waited until he had just three shots left before taking his finger off the capture button. He knew, like every good photographer, that there was one magic shot that had yet to present its self. When finally it came he knew it had been worth the wait: Tyrone had his slut of a sister lifted completely off the ground and impaled on his mighty black shaft. Michael used all his skill and knowledge of photography to capture how passionately he kissed her then and how ecstatic she looked as his thick ebony lips pushed the sensations of her pole ride over the line into a screaming thrashing explosive orgasm. As he listened to her cries muffled by Tyrone’s lips he allowed himself the indulgence of releasing his cock and slowly masturbating. As he stroked his dick he checked the images he’d taken in the camera’s view screen. Finally, when he had finished, his humourless smile had at last got the joke. He left the clearing to prepare for phase two.
It was 11:30 pm when Michael’s slut sister finally came home. Their parents had gone to the mountains for the week so Brittany knew she could break the rules without any hassle. She moved slowly up the stairs, her body sore from all the sex and lacking her usual grace due to the copious amounts of alcohol her and her friends had drank as the night went on. The light was on in the hall outside her bedroom so she figured her low-life brother was still up. She passed his door without a word or a pause until she reached her room. On the door to her bedroom was a paper sign with the words ‘So you like big cocks huh?’ Beneath the sign was a picture of her on her hands and knees on the forest floor, her face screwed up as Tyrone fucked her from behind. The image looked as if it was taken from three feet in front of her. Brittany was enraged. She stormed back to her brother’s bedroom and kicked the door open. He was sitting in front of his desk, his chair turned to face the door as though waiting for her.
‘What the fuck is this you little bastard!?! Are you spying on me??’
Michael stood up and walked slowly to the doorway stopping a few inches in front of Brittany.
‘This is revenge sis,’ said Michael, ‘I told you I’d get you, and tomorrow the whole school is going to be treated to a show of just how much of a cheap and dirty, piece-of-shit whore you really are. Now get out of my room!’
With the last he shoved his sister hard sending her slamming into the opposite wall in the hallway. He looked at her with a satisfied smile on his face as she grimaced and held her shoulder in pain. Then he shut his bedroom door and locked it.
For a couple of hours he could hear his sister banging on the door and begging him to talk to her. He even heard the bitch crying more than once. He had his music up to make her think he wasn’t listening, but he was, and he loved every minute of it. However it wasn’t until the second time he heard her sobbing outside his door that his real plan finally took shape in his mind. It had always been there he realised, hidden away in the recesses of his fantasies, buried under layers of fears and inhibitions; but hearing her weep that time as he reviewed and edited his collection of photo’s, he suddenly noticed that his cock was as hard as a rock, harder even than it had been in the woods.
That night Michael slept very peacefully indeed.
It was 5:58 am when Michael woke up, two minutes before his alarm. He didn’t need to look down to know his cock was rock solid once more. He turned off his alarm and used the bathroom and then he walked casually into his sister’s bedroom where he found her laying asleep on an unmade bed still in her clothes. He shook her gently with his hand until she woke up, and dropped a sheaf of papers on the bed.
‘Take a look through those then go get cleaned up and come talk to me’ said Michael. Then he turned and went down to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.
Around 6:15 Brittany walked slowly down the stairs and joined Michael in the kitchen. She was just wearing her pink dressing gown and droplets of water were still running down her skin. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her look so crest fallen and he had to hold back the urge to smile. For the first time Michael felt like a man around his sister, and soon she would feel just how much of a man he had become.
She stood silently for a moment looking down at the dining table. Michael’s eyes never left her but he said nothing. Eventually she spoke, her eyes still on the table.
‘Michael, I’m sorry ok. I’m sorry for showing you up in front of Suzanne and the others, I’m sorry for being such a bitch to you. I don’t know why I did it but I promise you it will stop. From now on I won’t let anybody say a bad word about you, just please don’t spread those pictures around, I’ll do anything!’
‘Anything?’ asked Michael.
‘Anything!’ came Brittany’s earnest reply.
There was a pause. Michael knew exactly what he wanted from her, he’d been rehearsing this in his head from before he went to sleep and right up until his sister came down stairs. Everything had to be perfect, but he was straining so hard to maintain a hard demeanour when all he really wanted to do was laugh at the stupid little whore in front of him. He didn’t.
‘Then anything it is. Go to your bedroom and get the red shoe-box you have under your bed.’
His sister looked shocked and froze at the mention of her ‘toy box’.
‘Did I stutter?’ said Michael.
Brittany stood at the table facing her now seated brother. She trembled nervously, her eyes flicking from the box to his cold, cold eyes and back.
‘Open it’ he said.
Brittany blushed as she moved to reveal her most intimate secrets to her sibling. The box contained a small assortment of dildo’s, vibrators and other toys, ranging from a little vibrating egg to a thick 9′ pink latex cock, to a set of shiny metal handcuffs. Michael told her to take the egg and the dildo and then held up the first picture.
‘Michael what is this? We’re brother and sister we shouldn’t be…’ Her words trailed off leaving the most taboo of topics hanging in the air around them.
‘Last night,’ said Michael ‘Something wonderful happened.’
Brittany’s gaze dropped as he continued. ‘I’ve always known you were a total bitch and that we have absolutely nothing in common, but when I saw you on your knees, scrambling after those retards to taste their dicks, I realised that it was all a lie. We’re not related at all, not really.’
It was the last thing she expected to hear and the words felt like blows as they landed at her ears. Michael went on, ‘Really, we are just some freak genetic accident that gave us similar features and the same blood type, but that sluty little cunt in the clearing last night, the sluty little cunt standing in front of me is not in any way that matters, my sister!’
The last was like a knife sinking into her chest. She stood dazed, her eyes welling with tears as she struggled with the feelings of shame, loss and anger that he invoked.
‘Now,’ he said, ‘tell me what’s in the picture’.
Her head snapped up, the anger taking over as he played his stupid hurtful game. ‘I’M GETTING FUCKED!’ she yelled, her eyes blazing fury at him before being hidden by her golden mane as she turned away.
‘You can do better than that,’ he said calmly. ‘I want details, now look again’.
Brittany didn’t move. In her rage she had found the strength to be defiant, but Michael was prepared.
‘Brittany, if you do as I say now, I promise not to release those pictures to the school. If you don’t, I promise these pictures will follow you wherever you go. Just think how quickly word will spread around a small town like this. You’ve never had to live with taunting or bullying, but I can tell you it’s not fun and what I had to put up with will seem like a walk in the park compared to this. You will wish you had never been born. All your friends will leave you; you’ll be forced out of cheerleading and off the track team. Suzanne will probably kick the crap out of you, all the teachers will be looking down their noses at you, everyone will be talking about you behind your back and quite a few will do it to your face. There’s not a man around that will give you the time of day unless they think they can get a fuck out of it. Then off course there’ll be the fallout when mom and dad find out…’
She couldn’t fight him any more, she knew she was beaten and no amount of pride or rage could change that.
‘Now, look again’ he said.
Slowly, numbly, she lifted her head and took in the image in her former brothers hand.
‘I see myself; I’m on my knees naked except for the skirt hiked up around my waist. I’m sucking on some guys cock.’
‘You like sucking cock?’
‘Why? What do you like about it?’
‘I don’t know!’ the frustration and defiance were creeping back into her voice. Michael sighed.
‘Brittany, these questions make up the most important exam you will ever take and I am not giving you any more chances to get them right.’
She paused, looking for some shred of warmth in his eyes. She found none. Her gaze sank once again to the floor, her eyes closed and she began speaking.
‘I am a total slut for cock.’ She said, ‘I love it. I love the sight of it, the feel of it in my hands or against my skin and especially in my mouth. When I masturbate I often just use my hands on my clit and use the dildo you picked to slowly fuck and suck between my lips. I love having my mouth penetrated because it makes me feel dirty and I like that. I love seeing a powerful man standing over me, using me like I’m some kind of sex toy built for his pleasure. I feel totally helpless, totally under his control and I love it.’
‘In that picture I’m sucking Adam’s cock. He’s about 8′ long and very thick. I don’t think you can make it out but he has the veiniest prick I’ve ever seen. I love sliding my lips and tongue across his shaft and I swear when he cums in my mouth I can feel every one of those veins swelling on my tongue. When I sucked him off yesterday, when you took that photo, I wanted to feel his veins bulging and have him shoot his cum down my throat. I was a little disappointed that he didn’t.’
Brittany was trembling slightly now. In her mind she had lived every word she spoke, remembering the first time she had knelt in front of a cock and how last night she’d sucked three men until her neck jaw and throat all ached. She was suddenly aware of her nipples; sorely erect they pressed against her robe and let Michael know that his plan was working. Her eyes opened to look at him and she saw the malevolent smile she had been expecting.
‘Take off your robe’ he told her. There was no thought of compliance in her mind; there was no thought of anything. She felt the robe fall to the floor and she stood before him totally nude. Without another word he put down the photo and picked up another.
‘I’m on my hands and knees, still naked. Adam is fucking me from behind while I suck on Mark’s cock.’ She paused.
‘I remember I could feel my pussy juice streaming down my thighs by the time Adam decided I needed fucking. His cock felt so good stretching me open and every few thrusts he’d slam me so hard I choked on Marks meat. Mark’s dick is just as long as Adam’s but its slimmer, so I can take it deeper. He’s also much smoother and the contrast to Adam always makes me crazy. Its funny, but I prefer focussing on one guy, being owned, belonging purely to one hot cock. But being owned and being used are different feelings entirely. This is me being used. In this photo, at this point last night, I was fuck-meat: nothing but a place for these two studs to empty their ball sacks into. I remember Adam was really fucking the shit out of me and mark wouldn’t let me get more than an inch of his dick out of my mouth. If they weren’t such pro’s they’d have filled me with jizz in 30 seconds or less. It was all about them. They used my holes to get off and didn’t give a shit whether I liked it or not. I suppose that’s just one step away from being raped isn’t it? Being used as fuck-meat? Being used by two horny men. The thought of it makes me wet…’
She’d finally admitted what was plain to see.
Michael stood and moved around the table. He took the little vibrating egg and switched it on and then lowered the toy to Brittany’s pussy and pressed it gently against her clit. Brittany closed her eyes again but didn’t move. The toy hummed quietly, muffled by her flushed flesh and she felt herself responding to its touch.
‘Show me how you sucked their cocks.’ His voice was quiet, barely a whisper in her ear.
She raised the large flesh coloured dildo to her lips. As her hand moved she thought about how utterly powerless she was and how powerless she had been since she returned home last night. She thought about how she had cried herself to sleep last night, and how she had rubbed herself to orgasm in the shower this morning; all because she knew she was totally at his mercy. Brittany opened her mouth and felt the cock slide between her lips. She began sliding her mouth back and forth on it, rolling her tongue around the massive member and sucking and biting the cock like the cum she wanted it to spew would set her free. The pressure of the vibe at her clit made her moan into the dick and she found her hand guiding his movements between her legs. The dick in her mouth was moving faster, pumping harder into her throat. Brittany struggled to take it all, every thrust in her mouth sent waves of electricity down her spine and into her clit and she felt herself gagging as her face got fucked by the 9′ monster. Soon it was being rammed harder and harder into her throat and she felt herself beginning to choke. Her hips began bucking, convulsing of their own accord. Her eyes shot open to look at the man who mercilessly impaled her throat, but all she saw was her own hand holding a dildo. The orgasm she had right then blew her mind away.
Brittany was lost. The orgasm had hit her like some super refined amphetamine. She could still feel it in her system, writhing and growling in the pit of her stomach like some mythical beast in its cave. She tingled from her head to her pinkie toes and the world around her was a blur.
‘Just one more photo, Brittany. Tell me what you see.’
The voice was distant but comfortingly familiar. Slowly she tried to focus on her eyes and what they were showing her. There was a girl, blond with a firm athletic body; her long hair fell about her like a glowing waterfall. Firm flushed breasts with hard pink nipples sat above a taught pale tummy and powerful thighs. Her strong toned muscles were flexing as she strained with exertion. There was a man in the picture too. He had dark skin, black as her favourite bra; his size and strength dwarfed the tiny young white girl. Brittany concentrated some more. He was holding the girl, his dark ebony arms were coiled around her like serpents, one hooking under her thigh the other around her waist crushing her against his chest and suspending her above the ground. A third serpent, a thick tower of ebony flesh rose up from beneath the girl and disappeared inside her puffy red vagina. The man and the girl were kissing. Deeply.
‘Tyrone is fucking me, holding me off the ground and taking me with his giant black cock-meat’ she said quietly. ‘I can’t stop cumming for him. It’s so good and he’s fucked me so long… Even when I fucked the other two, I was really just putting on a show for him. It’s starting to hurt and I want to stop cumming, but I can’t. I’m Tyrone’s little white fuck-doll, his whore, his personal cock-slut. He owns me. I see Tyrone, owning me.’
She gazed deeply into the photo remembering every sensation of the previous day, re-living the feel of her body being penetrated and impaled on that massively thick and long member. She had felt his huge spear tear into her body and mind and destroy her with pleasure. The ritual was familiar to her now, she had done it many times: with every thrust of his body into her he re-asserted his power and with every cry and whimper she had gladly signalled her submission. When he had lifted her off the floor she had left her own mind behind. Completely at his mercy, suspended on the end of his manhood, she became his fuck-doll, his toy. She had felt the total freedom of being his property and when he kissed her it was the final seal of his ownership. When that happened, Brittany could never stop cumming.
She was on her knees in front of him, naked but for the pink bathrobe pooled beneath her knees. The world was coming back into focus slowly and it seemed a painful process. She knew who he was but for the life of her she could not recognise him. He was supposed to be her brother, but that wasn’t true. He raised the photo he held in his hands and slowly tore it in two.
‘That,’ he said ‘is the past. From now on nobody owns you, but me.’
Brittany smiled happily; she knew that now she would be taken care of, just like she always wanted.
Michael’s hands moved to his jeans and pulled open the buttons; he was not wearing any underwear. Slowly, almost ceremoniously he extracted his manhood. Brittany gasped as she saw his hand drawing the seemingly endless serpent from out of his pant leg. Easily as thick as Tyrone’s, Michaels’ cock appeared just as long, yet rather than a solid sword of meat, Mikes cock still swung loose and rope like from his hand as it moved, only semi-hard, from his jeans. With a motion clearly slowed by the weight of it, Michael’s hand swung the giant dick and slapped his little whore in the face with it. Though there was no real force behind it, the sheer weight of the impact sent her reeling. All the taunting she had thrown at him, all the emasculation and humiliation came back to her in that slap and it felt like a hammer coming down on what remained of her will. Brittany the, cock-whore, was awe-struck.
‘Take it Britt, show me how grateful you are that I own you’ he said.
His voice held a quiet power that held her like a chain to a dungeon wall. With both hands the girl took the cock. She marvelled at its weight and the way it slowly pulsed in her hands. Each beat of her new masters heart made it swell bigger, turning it from flaccid rope to flaming steel. She found her hands circling it and stroking it, sliding the full length of his tower in a slow hypnotic massage, her hands drifting up and down the mighty shaft just as though they were always meant to.
‘My God!’ she mumbled as she stroked the dick against her face.
‘Master, will do,’ came the reply.
Brittany’s legs were spread and Michael admired how long and firm they looked, even as they trembled from fatigue. He brought his hand down hard on her firm, glowing butt cheek and her body jumped in response releasing a short cry of pain from her lips. He slid his monstrous prick back into her hole and marvelled at the narcotic effect it had on the bitch. He’d managed to draw this out for nearly an hour, striking her rear at random intervals and watching as her body became rigid after each blow. It never took more than three strokes of his dick in her pussy to melt her back into a writhing moaning little whore and Michael had to fight not to cum every time he thought about what he’d done. He pumped harder, ramming his cudgel into the bitch like he wanted to hurt her. Her cry’s and moans became shorter and more frequent as she gasped for the air that was being fucked out of her lungs. Her back arched and flexed as only a gymnasts could and her pussy turned upwards to swallow what little more of his meat that it could. Brittany was delirious, lost in a blur of sensation and she was starting to cum.
It was right then, as his newly initiated slave began to explode all over his big hard dick that Michael took the large pink dildo and with all his might drove it straight into his sister’s ass.
Michael stood in front of his locker and watched as Brittany entered the hallway. Her eyes were lowered in concentration and she walked slowly, doing her utmost to look normal and relaxed in spite of the thick 9-inch phallus she held up her backside on his order. Michael smiled at his former sibling and even had to suppress a laugh at what he had made of the dumb cock-craving slut. His mighty manhood stirred in his pants and he turned back to his locker before he let the whole school know his not-so-little secret. He glanced back toward his sister and saw Suzanne a few paces behind her. She moved straight to her locker, apparently not yet noticing Brittany. Michael watched with keen interest as Suzanne pulled the envelope he’d left for her off the locker door. A few seconds later, Suzanne ran out of the building clutching a picture in her hand.
When Michael sat down in History class that morning Mr Knowles couldn’t help noticing how strange it was to see Michael Ellery, smiling.