Loading...Plot teaser: Jake shot Steven a look as Ryan left the room, and he leaned over to talk to him, too quietly for Ryan to overhear. “Serious, man… without knowing it was her, he’d so tap that,” he speculated, cockily.
*The following is a description of characters. I tried to edit in the descriptions to the story, but if you’d like to read them anyway, here they are. Otherwise, feel free to skip the note and continue to the story.
Meet Ryan Formatto, age 20. He’s just completed his freshman year of college and is coming home for the summer. His school is in a warmer climate, so he’s tanned a bit earlier than anyone else. His skin of southern Italian descent starts off a little more olive colored than most, but it’s been enhanced already by the California sun. Back home, the people are just starting to shed their winter and spring skins for a nice coat of summer. He has dark hair that borders between wavy and curly and his eyes are a light coffee color, hazel in certain lights. He’s a relatively light hearted person, though he’s quick to become emotional when defending those he loves or is close to. He is of average height and build, but has shed few pounds on his meager college diet.
Hayley Formatto – similar skin, though paler (naturally) with very dark naturally wavy hair that falls to mid-back. Eyes are green, taking after their father. Just under two years younger than her brother (18), she’s entering her senior year of high school after this summer. She’s been relatively sheltered as the only daughter and youngest child of the family. She’s dated and had sex, but it was vanilla and done more for the sake of doing it than because of some strong passion. She’s well-liked, but regarded at school as quiet and well-behaved (nothing exciting). She tends to fade into the background, despite her stunning facial structure and excellent figure (a relatively new development in the last year or so). At home, though, she’s louder and more spontaneous. She has a friendly rivalry with her brother, but they tend to laugh about it, especially since he moved away. She’s petite, but her figure is well-proportioned to her height, making a smooth hourglass with barely a pooch above her bikini bottoms.
Steven (a tall, leanly muscled – blonde hair and blue eyes) and Jake (shorter and a little rounder, but more stocky than anything else; broad shouldered with brown hair and eyes).*
Ryan and Hayley
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It was a relatively quiet Sunday around the Formatto household. The parents of the family were taking their yearly long weekend off for Memorial Day and would be gone until late Monday night. At about 11:30, Ryan awoke half-hungover from a night of fun with his friends, Steven and Jake. The three were close as could be in high school, but lost touch a bit during that first year away. Friday and Saturday night had been about catching up socially; today they would catch up more personally, with a baseball watching session at Ryan’s house.
Ryan moseyed slowly down to the kitchen, yawning on the way, stretching a bit, his long, tan, olive-toned arms nearly brushing the ceiling. The cold kitchen tiles sent a bit of a shiver up his toes, through his sole, to his heel, up his calf, to his hip, and finally up through his chest and head. He shook in place for a second, scratching a hand through his mess of black bed head, then tried to adjust his “morning wood” so it was out of view of his sister, in case she was around. He kind of hoped she was, because he hadn’t much of a chance to catch up with her, either.
“Morning,” Hayley called over her shoulder into the kitchen. She was sitting – or rather lounging – on the couch in the family room, watching reruns of America’s Next Top Model, clad in a cami, pj shorts, and her favorite bunny slippers, the same black hair as her brother tumbling down her back. She didn’t look into the kitchen, but turned her head slightly to speak to Ryan. “You were out late last night,” The smugness was evident in her tone, though it was more playful than anything, “How’s the hangover?”
“Oh, it’s just wonderful!” Ryan replied with all the sarcastic cheer he could muster. “It’s fun for the whole family,” he added, the pep stopping after the “for”, deflating the statement. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and sat down with Hayley on the couch, shifting her legs out of the way to sit and then replacing them on his lap. “Still got those slippers, huh?” He looked to the silly-looking slippers with the fangs sticking out of the dulling red mouths, “I didn’t think they’d survive my first year!”
Hayley gave him an incredulous look, “Are you kidding? The great killer bunny slippers? Never gonna let these go.” To emphasize, she kicked her feet around a bit, jostling him, but not enough to spill his drink. “What about Steven and Jake? Not dead from alcohol poisoning, I hope.” Now she was just making conversation – attempting to politely kill time until she went out to a matinee movie with her friends.
“Hey, watch the OJ!” he warned, playfully smacking her ankles, his coffee-colored eyes dancing, “If you get out of line with these things, I’ll just tie ’em up!” he added, chuckling. He rolled his eyes at the mention of his friends. “Yeah, they’re alive. Barely. They’re coming over to watch the game at twelve, so they should be here soon. What are you up to today?”
Hayley glanced at the clock, and stretched slightly, her petite frame making none of the threats her brother’s arms made to the ceiling, tucking her cami up under her breasts in place of a bra as she stood up. “Actually, I’m catching a movie at 12:30, so I have to go take a shower.” She turned to go to the staircase and paused, turning back, her green eyes narrowed though she still smiled, “You left me some hot water, right?” She accused, jokingly.
Ryan held his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart and squinted at the space between them. “About that much, Hayl,” he informed her before she climbed the stairs. Just a few minutes later, once the water was on, Steven and Jake arrived in just as good (or bad) a condition as Ryan. They groaned hellos and sat down, Steven – tall, with lean swimmer’s muscle and typical all-American blonde hair and blue eyes – sitting next to Ryan on the couch, and Jake – thicker, more solidly built with broad shoulders and dark hair and eyes – sprawled over the arms and cushion of the love seat next to it. They shot the shit for a few minutes, discussing nothing of major import.
“How’s the family?” Steven asked out of obligation, not interest.
“Fine as always, I guess,” Ryan shrugged, indifferent.
“What about Hayley? She around?” Jake chimed in, politely.
“Yeah, she’s upstairs in the shower, then she’s heading out so we’ll have the house to ourselves for the whole game.”
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Hayley rushed through her shower, and as soon as she was out was blow drying her hair back into its usual loose waves. She put on her regular makeup – she didn’t used to wear any, but lately she found a little dark eyeliner, gold shadow, and mascara could go a long way – and, wrapped in a towel, hopped over to her room to change. She was excited to go out with her friends – they’d just gone shopping for summer clothes, and they were going to show them off by hanging around the square after the movie.
She slipped on the black demicup she’d just purchased, admiring the way it enhanced her pleasantly sizable cleavage, and then let the soft fabric of the loose bronze tank slide over her. She’d taken to the common summer trend of other girls at her school: treating their bras as bikinis that could show a bit under a loose top. She wriggled to fit into her minishorts, nearly hidden under her tank while she stood. Finally she slipped on her gold gladiators and grabbed her old leather satchel, glancing at herself in the mirror. She smiled, feeling a swell of success: she managed to look like a California model – a little bohemian, a little vintage, and with a relaxed sex appeal that was growing on her. Slipping her aqua raybans over her eyes, she nearly skipped downstairs, popping into the living room briefly. “I’m going out,” she informed Ryan, pausing to endure the inevitable interrogation.
The game had started promptly when Hayley entered the living room and spoke, so Ryan did the one thing she hated most: he held his hand up, asking her to wait, pretending he was ignoring the last thing she said until the pitch was delivered. Not breaking his gaze on the game, he asked her the particulars – where was she going, with whom, when would she be back, etc. He took notice of her clothes, realizing her style had matured a bit since he’d been gone. “You look nice,” he said, plainly but sincerely.
“Yeah, definitely,” Steve added.
Jake nodded in agreement. “Our little girl is all grown up.”
True, the two guests at the house had been like relatives to Hayley and Ryan. There was something in their eyes, though, that was a bit unsettling to Ryan. They were traveling up and down his sister’s body a little too intently for his liking, so he called their attention back to the instant replay in a divided effort: half to get their eyes off his little sister and half to increase her mild annoyance.
Annoyed at his immature behavior, Hayley rolled her eyes and stepped in front of the TV, to the perturbance of the boys, though Jake and Steve seemed to be somewhat entertained by her childish rivalry as well. In a loud, mocking voice she answered her brothers questions, adding “Don’t forget you have to replenish the liquor cabinet before mom and dad get home.” She looked at him pointedly, crossing her arms under her chest for a few moments until she was sure he got the message. Putting on a sweeter face, she turned to Jake and Steve, “And thanks,” she added, gratefully, before turning on her heel and making her way out of the house.
“Well isn’t she a bit of a brat?” Ryan observed, half playfully.
“Aw, no she’s just being a little sister,” Steven shrugged.
“Not so little anymore,” Jake’s comment was partially under his breath, but Ryan shot him a disapproving glance that Jake caught from the corner of his eye. He elected not to turn, though, and kept his head fixated on the game. After a minute of silence, Steven chimed back in.
“Yeah, that body’s not little anymore, man,” he agreed, “Better watch out before she gets the chance to break too many hearts…or get hers broken!”
Ryan put his hands to his ears, imitating “hear no evil”. He didn’t intend on getting brotherly advice from his only child friends.
“Protective, Steve?” Jake raised an eyebrow, joking. “I bet you wouldn’t mind breaking her heart, would you?” He jabbed his foot over the arm of the loveseat, kicking Steven in the arm.
“Nah, man, I’d rather break her!” Steve responded, with a ‘ha-I’ve-got-a-comeback’ attitude.
Jake laughed at him, “That has to be the worst pun I’ve ever heard,” his raucous laughter simmered down to a chuckle. “Not that I’d argue,” he added, conspiratorially, smirking.
Ryan threw his hands up in a shrug and pointed to himself. They saw him. And ignored him.
“I mean, man,” Jake kept going. “When she put her hands under her chest like that… Where did that rack come from?”
Ryan was about to speak, but Steve cut him off. “Well, no more baggy clothes for Hayley. And damn am I glad about it. Ry, I’m gonna be at your house a lot before we go back in August!”
“Guys, shut the fuck up. That’s my little sister,” he reminded them, annoyed, “Don’t talk about her that way…at least not in front of me. I mean, I’m glad for her that she’s grown into herself and all, but seriously, I don’t need to hear it!” He huffed a bit and left the room, feigning that it was just to go get a drink, but secretly fuming. He could hear them giggling like boy scouts still in the other room.
Jake shot his friend a look as Ryan left the room, and he leaned over to talk to him, too quietly for Ryan to overhear. “Serious, man… without knowing it was her, he’d so tap that,” he speculated, cockily.
“Please,” Steven scoffed, “Tap it like a keg and drink it all up,” he offered his fist for a pound, nodding like a fool.
Jake looked at him, incredulously. “…No. No, man, seriously, you are not funny.” He pushed Steven’s hand away, then paused. “Wait…. I have an idea…”
“Oh, come on!” Steve argued, “I’m at least a little bit funny! Right?”
“Absolutely not, Steve. Not even close to being remotely close. But listen I have an idea. We can-” Before Jake could finish the thought, Ryan reentered the living room, bottle of beer in hand.
“We can what?” Ryan asked, calmed down a bit.
Jake began to cover, but fumbled over the words. “We, um, uh, we can watch – watch, uh, the rest of the game, then maybe go back to my place and have some people over.”
Steven nodded in false agreement, winking over at his friend.
“Sounds good,” Ryan nodded.
Steven looked at Ryan’s beer, “Thanks for getting us one,” he observed, sarcastically.
“No problem,” Ryan replied, coldly.
“Come on, Jake – let’s go get one ourselves.” Steven rose and passed Jake, who followed him to the kitchen. “So, what’s your idea?!” Steven asked eagerly.
Jake explained, conspiratorially. One drunken Ryan plus one compliant Hayley equals – “Kapow! Incest, man. Fucking hot shit right there. He’d never live that down. Plus… yknow…” he waggled his eyebrows, but Steven didn’t seem to be getting it. “Us, you dumbass. We can fuck her.”
“But how do we get her to-”
“Simple; we cut her off on her way in – double team her so to speak-” he grinned, wolfishly, “-work a little flirtation magic, convince her to be a little adventurous with us… we’d just need a blindfold so she wouldn’t see Ryan and a gag so she couldn’t let him know once she heard him.” He made it sound so simple.
“Yes.” Steven agreed, simply. “Let’s do it when she gets back from wherever she is. We’ll get Ryan reeealll liquored up right now for the next few hours.”
Jake nodded in agreement and they went back into the living room, arms burdened with beer and booze.
“Um, I have to replace that. Go easy.”
“Don’t worry, man,” Jake clapped his friend on the shoulder.
“Yeah,” Steven continued. “We feel bad about what we said about Hayley. The drinks are on us. You have at it, okay?”
Ryan was a bit taken aback, but saw nothing terribly odd in what was being proposed, so he agreed and they began drinking. And Ryan, at least, began drinking heavily.
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Two and a half hours later, Steven raised another cup to the others, “Oppa!”
Jake laughed, and raised a glass as well, sure it was the same third cup he’d yet to finish, as he refilled Ryan’s cup yet again. He looked at his friend, bemused, “Man, you are so wasted,” he chuckled, draining his cup as he heard a car pulling into the driveway. He glanced at Steven, and they shared a mischievous look, “Be right back, Ry, we have a surprise for you.” They both stood, jogging out of the house to find Hayley climbing out of her car. She smiled at them, naively trusting.
They motioned to her to come into the house, laughing. Standing just outside the door, they enjoyed the view immensely. With each landing of her sandal clad foot, they traced her from toe to tits and back again. Her body was paler than her tanned brother, but still a tad darker than theirs: healthy looking, lively. They alternated views between her lower half and upper half. Legs. Hips. Chest. Lips. Eyes. Then back down again. Then back up again. Whether it was an alcoholic exaggeration or just the newness of her look neither Steve nor Jake could figure out, but she looked a goddess as she walked closer to them. They had to have her. They were going to have her. “Come on,” Steve encouraged, grinning, beckoning her toward the house.
“Geez, someone’s an eager beaver,” Hayley teased, a little smugly, enjoying their attention. She wasn’t used to having her brother’s friends ever pay any attention to her, and the fact that she was getting it while Ryan wasn’t only inflated her ego. “Where to?” She asked.
They steered her away from the living room. Ryan was slouched in a chair anyway, not paying much attention to what was around him. He heard what he assumed was his sister’s car pull up, and he knew his friends went to greet her. It had been a few minutes, but he thought little of it. He still concentrated on the game in front of him, despite the score being as blurry as a mirage.
Meanwhile, Jake and Steven began to play their parts. They were barely tipsy, even, but played up as drunk. “Hayl,” Jake said repeatedly. “Let’s play a game. We’ll take this here scarf-” he held up the silky thing, pulled from a coat in the entryway, “-and put it over your eyes, then you have to guess who you’re kissing!” Jake laughed that typical drunken laugh, broken and stuttering, half spitting even.
Steve, wide-eyed and obvious, having consumed a bit more than Jake, joined in. “Yeah, Hayley, come on. It’ll be fun. Just like spin the bottle!”
As they led her to the weightroom, Hayley raised her eyebrows, amused. Boys were so odd when they were happy drunks… She rolled her eyes, still grinning. “Once. Ok?” She acquiesced, sitting on the weight bench, calmly.
Steve made sure to fumble and laugh as he tied the scarf around her eyes, sharing a look of triumph with Jake. They stepped back, deciding which of them would go, while Hayley sat patiently, twiddling her thumbs. Finally, Steven leaned in to her, placing his lips on hers, and she gave him a chaste peck before pulling back. “Jake?” She guessed, not caring.
“Wrong!” Jake announced, laughing, and wheedled to her, taking her hands and stroking them, gently, “C’mon Hail…. that wasn’t a kiss! Seriously, girl, you are too uptight….” he held her hands, massaging them, and she ignored his comments. “Here, I’ll help you relax, ok? You’re hands are getting in the way, they’re tensing you up!” He persuaded, careful to be gentle as he pulled her arms behind her.
Hayley sighed, allowing them their fun. “One more kiss, ok? You need to go back to be with Ryan.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jake dismissed her words, signaling to Steven, who pulled Hayley’s wrists back behind her, gently. “C’mere-” he pulled her forward, a little less gently, kissing her.
Surprised, Hayley opened her mouth to protest and found herself attacked by Jake’s alcohol-tinted tongue. She moved to pull away, but he put a hand on the back of her head to keep her there, so she accepted the kiss, waiting for him to be done.
Finally, he pulled away. “Ok then.”
Steven bit his lips while watching the kiss. “Jealous,” he said, moving around.
Jake was still busy convincing Haley what she was too tense. “Just relax, girl. Hands at your sides,” he smoothed them down again, then released them as he settled them onto the bench. He motioned for Steve to go behind her. Behind her, under the bench, was a roll of white athletic wrap tape. Steve reached down hesitantly and grabbed it. Jake again smoothed Hayley’s arms, this time pointing them towards her back again. He nodded quickly to his kneeling friend who seized Hayley’s tiny wrists in his hands and crossed them before starting to wrap them in the white tape.
Hayley laughed nervously, “You know you are,” she attempted to joke to Steven at his comment on jealousy, telling her body to calm down, that it wasn’t a dire situation, that she could easily get away from a couple a drunk guys. Once she felt her wrists being taped together, she shifted, nervously. “You got your kiss,” she pointed out, edgily, “You can stop now.”
One more? Pleeease?” Jake begged, pitifully, and Hayley rolled her eyes beneath the blindfold.
“I thought I already kissed you?” She argued.
“But not me,” Steven pointed out, done wrapping her wrists securely. He crudely high fived Jake as he stepped in and they switched places. He bent over Hayley and ran his hand up her leg, down her leg, her tiny shorts so very inviting. Closing his eyes, he pulled her hair back just a bit to tilt her face up to him and lunged forward, crashing his lips onto her and spreading his alcohol covered tongue all over hers.
Meanwhile, Ryan sat at the end of the couch, the baseball game now over. He still had a drink, though, and was finishing it off. As he did, he began to wonder where the other three were. His first two attempts at standing resulted in abject failure, so he went the verbal, rather than ambulatory, route. “Hey!” he shouted, “Where the ffffuck are you twooooooo?!”
Hayley jerked away from Steven, glad when she heard Ryan calling. Steven pulled away in surprise and Hayley called out, “We’re-”
Jake hurriedly stuffed a hand-flex ball into her mouth, holding it there and silencing her. Indignant, Hayley tried to pull her arms apart and found them firmly bound in the tape. She struggled, angrily, but Jake put his other hand on the back of her neck, forcing her head still so she couldn’t spit out the gag.
“Here,” Steven snipped off the end of a stretch band, handing it to Jake as he took over holding Hayley’s mouth closed, Jake retrieving the ball. The band slid through the hole in the ball easily, creating a makeshift ball gag that was hurriedly placed back into Hayley’s mouth and tied behind her head.
“…Fuck, that’s hot,” Jake admired their handiwork, and gestured at Hayley’s legs silently. Steve nodded. He took hold of her legs and Jake her torso and they flipped her onto her stomach. Jake grabbed a jumprope, using it to tie Hayley to the bench, another tying each of her ankles to a leg of the bench. The boys exchanged a look and then conferred. “He’s not gonna recognize her – he’s shitfaced and he’s only been in town a couple days.”
“-Still-”
“We’ll say she stole Hayley’s clothes,” Jake’s eyes sparked at the sudden inspiration, “And needs to be punished,” he added, suddenly, brilliantly.
Steve nodded with a grin and turned, calling, “Hey, Ryan!”
Ryan sighed. He finally heard them and had enough time to recover from the previous falls to steady himself enough to get up. His legs were woozy under him, but as his blood flowed a bit more from walking, he balanced out. A deep breath and a brace against the door frame aided his walk to the weight room, where the noise came from. He had to rub his eyes and shake his head to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. There, before him, were Steve, Jake, and a girl. Bound. Gagged. Blindfolded. Trying hard to speak, but only muffles came out.
“Guys…guysguysguys, no guys, what are you doing?! What is this?! Who is this?!”
“One of Hayley’s so-called ‘friends,'” Jake answered with a sneer.
“Yeah, she pulled a prank and took Hayley’s clothes and left her somewhere.” Steven shook his head, nearly tut-tutting.
“Wha..what? You did what to my sister?!” he growled harshly at the trapped figured on the weight bench. “Where is she?!”
“Dude, you can’t go looking for her yet, you can hardly stand – no driving!” Steve said, wagging his finger. “Why don’t you just get your revenge on this sweet little thing,” he said patting Hayley’s legs.
Ryan’s lips parted and his eyes darted awkwardly over her, his throat suddenly dry. “Uh…okay,” he finally obliged. He sat down next to the girl and began to skim his fingers up and down her silky skin, playing with her smooth legs. There was something eerily familiar about her, though….
Jake shook his head, “You’re hopeless, man,” he teased. “This is how you do it…”
Hayley cried out indignantly as Jake stood behind her, his thighs against the back of hers as though he were lining up, and leaned over, his hands pushing the fabric of her shirt up to reveal the smooth skin of her back. He brought them back down again, his nails scratching just enough to send eerie chills up Hayley’s spine, and came down to rest his palms comfortably on her ass.
“Then you just-” he raised his hands and brought them down with a slapping sound. Hayley yelped and jerked, noticing, once she returned to her original position, the pressure on her ass from Jake’s growing erection. “Now you try,” Jake explained, moving away for Ryan to take his turn.
“Gladly,” Ryan said with a gleam in his eye, moistening his lips. He walked over to Jake’s former spot and repeated his actions, landing three solid blows on the girl’s ass. He delighted in it each time, thinking he was repaying some girl who’d done his sister wrong. “Take that, bitch,” he said as his hands landed on her. Jake and Steven stood in the corner smiling, laughing, knowing exactly what they were doing. “How did you guys know I’d want to see a girl tied up?” Ryan mused, completing another spanking. “I’ve always liked that, ever since Hayley let me tie her up when we were kids.”
Steve and Jake looked at each other in half disbelief. “Just call it a hunch,” Steve volunteered. “Man, you’re going to town on her!” he observed, looking at Jake for a second, wide-eyed and more excited. He whispered so Ryan couldn’t hear over the sound of the spankings. “He’s gonna find out sooner or later, Jake. Should we just tell him? Show him it’s her?”
“No way,” Jake shook his head, evilly, “We wait till he’s inside of her.” Speaking of which… Jake raised his voice “Let’s get those clothes off, man,” he suggested, turning to Steve, “Where’re the scissors?”
Now Hayley could endure the embarrassment of her brother and his friends spanking her, even if she knew there was some sexual motivation in it, but this would be blatantly sexual. They were going to cut her clothes off and – Hayley gulped, nervously, in realization. They wanted Ryan to fuck his sister.
“Wait,” Ryan said. “We’ve gotta plan this out. Piece by piece. We can’t just go willy nilly cutting her clothes off. Let’s have an order to this. Steve, you take off her shoes first. Jake, I’ll stand her up so everything will fall right off her, nice and easy.”
Steve bent down and took off Hayley’s shoes as he was ordered, helping hold her still as Jake untied her from the bench. Hayley was lifted up and propped against her brother, Steven keeping her legs still as Ryan looped one arm around her bound arms and the other around her waist, lifting her enough that she wouldn’t struggle. Jake stood beside Ryan, awaiting further instruction, practically squealing with delight.
“Okay, give me those,” Ryan ordered, holding a hand out for the scissors. His motor skills still slightly impaired, he went for the loose top, knowing it would be easier to get off. He sliced it off of the girl’s body easily. Next he dug the scissors into the girl’s bra and cut the straps. Moving to the center, he cut between the cups, too, making sure it all fell off nicely. He handed the scissors back to Jake, admiring the girl’s chest, openly. “You do her shorts.”
Steve fastened Hayley’s feet to the stand of a machine, her legs held apart, as Jake grinned, “I would be honored.” Jake reached between her legs, “Let’s just warm her- oh, no way…”
Hayley felt her face burning as she realized with horror that somehow, through all of that, she’d somehow become wet. Jake’s grin widened as he rubbed her crotch anyway, undoing her fly and using the scissors – pressing against her slit – to cut the crotch apart, the shorts falling off easily before he put a notch in the crotch of her panties. “Y’know….” Jake stood, looking to Ryan, “I think you deserve the honor of her panties. Looks like you can just rip them.” He suggested. As he passed the scissors off, he stopped by Hayley’s hanging head, hissing into her ear, “At least he’s ignorant… you’re just a slut.”
“Watch this,” Ryan, still standing behind the girl, reached around her waist. “Woah… she’s wet, guys. Nice. You like this? Huh, girlie? Little slut getting tied up and abused and she likes it. Damn!” He guided his hands down to her crotch and pulled the panties he found up a bit. He pinched the edges together and began to grind the fabric between her slit, rubbing it hard, like a makeshift crotch rope.
Hayley whimpered, horrified at her body’s reaction as she writhed, pushing up against her brother in an attempt to get away from his teasing trick.
“Fuck… she does…” Steve was also amazed, his jaw dropping. Quietly, he admitted, “This really is hot…”
Jake, meanwhile, crouched down, hooking his finger through her panties.
Hayley jumped in surprise at fingers brushing along her most sensitive area, but was even more shocked a moment later as Jake spat onto her pussy.
“There – that should lube her up a bit more for us…. does anyone mind if I take first?” He asked, conversationally.
“By all means,” Ryan said, propping the girl up. He held her by her breasts and rubbed them roughly – more groping than fondling.
Jake, meanwhile, was lubing himself up with spit, then finally cut Hayley’s panties off. With Ryan holding her up, and Steven to the side, freeing his own cock, Jake entered into Hayley violently. “Ungh!” he released as he pushed up into her, his erection fitting snugly into her tight wet hole.
Ryan felt her body tense up and used one hand to push her hair over her shoulder. He began to rub her tits more softly now, massaging them, even, taking her nipples between his fingers and twisting gently, turning, all the while kissing the back of her neck. It was perfect, he thought. Too perfect. Something had to be wrong. ‘No,’ he told himself. ‘You’re just drunk. Enjoy it.’ He pressed himself against her so she could feel his erection growing as the one inside of her explored every reach of her insides possible.
“So fucking tight!” Jake exclaimed, throwing his head back.
Hayley gasped and bit back a moan as Jake plunged into her, her face flushing with both humiliation and pleasure. She’d never had sex standing up, and was surprised to find it…. fulfilling. Well – filling her fully. She whimpered as Ryan softened his approach, goosebumps creeping down her spine as he worked her neck. All of the attention… she found it oddly erotic, having three guys looking to her as a sexual being, something she never really thought of herself as.
Jake felt her hole close around his cock and he threw his head back, moaning in pure pleasure. Steven was starting to stroke himself in the background, readying himself for his eventual entrance into Hayley.
“Ryan,” Jake said between pumps, “Slap her ass a few more times, make my cock go even deeper into this sweet pussy. Ryan obliged and smacked the girl’s ass ferociously. “Aahhhhh!” Jake sighed in relief as his desire was satisfied. “Mmm….mmm…mmmm yeah…mmm,” he pumped in and out of her, gaining velocity now. Ryan, meanwhile, was continuing his tender touch on her breasts, gently squeezing the girl’s nipples, now kissing her neck all over, like he would to a lover.
Hayley let out a muffled yelp as Ryan spanked her, viciously, feeling the red spread across her ass even though she couldn’t see it.
“Fuck,” Jake growled between clenched teeth, reminding himself not to cum – not yet. He wanted to see the sweet release on Ryan’s face when he came into his baby sister. With another set of hard thrusts, Jake pulled out, panting. “Steve-” he gestured to the other boy, who eagerly stepped up to the plate, “You keep her busy – I’ve got an idea.”
Steven, just waiting to sink his dick into that steaming pussy, teased her entrance, briefly before plunging in with a grunt. Jake, meanwhile, hopped out into the hallway, grabbing the leash and collar of the family’s old dog. He looped the handle of the leash through a ring in the ceiling where a kickboxing bag used to hang, and clipped the collar to the leash (with plenty of slack – for now) which he then fastened around Hayley’s neck.
Ryan grew a bit uneasy at this and slowed his stroking of the girl’s breasts. He noticed, though, how turned on it got his friends and that drove him to keep going. His arosual was growing, too, and he freed it from his pants, swiftly. He rubbed his erection between the girl’s ass cheeks, running it up and down the crack.
Steven continued in and out of her, getting incredible enjoyment out of the tight pussy around his cock. He smiled wide. He even laughed a bit while using her hole to pleasure himself. “Damn Hay-…girl you’ve got one fucking tight pussy.” His head snapped up to see if Ryan noticed, but his head was down, concentrating on rubbing his cock between the girl’s ass cheeks.
Hayley couldn’t help the moan issuing from behind her gag as her brother rubbed his shaft between her ass cheeks. She was ashamed to be turned on – especially because, well, he was her brother – but she couldn’t deny the visceral response her body was having.
Jake noticed Ryan’s movements, “We’ll make sure you’re the first to have that bit,” he smirked, and finished up the rigging he’d improvised. “C’mere,” he beckoned Ryan to lay on the weight bench, and looked to Steve – “We can tie her arms up with these-” he gestured to the jump ropes he’d rigged through weight equipment, creating ties that could control the movement of Hayley’s upper body were she to, theoretically, be riding Ryan on the bench. Leaving her ass open for play, if they so chose.
“Oh let’s fucking do it. Please let’s fucking do it,” Ryan groaned. He was taken aback by his vigor but he had given up caring about that from the moment he started snipping this girl’s clothes. Ryan laid himself down on the weight bench and stretched, lubing up his cock as Steven exited from Hayley and Jake fixed her into the appropriate way, her hands separated and bound on either side of her.
“Alright, buddy. Here you go! Consider this even more pay back for what we said about Hayley this morning.”
Ryan put on a one sided smile and spread the ass cheeks of the girl above him as Jake lowered her onto him.
Hayley felt as Jake pulled a bit on the leash, keeping her upright as she was speared by her brother’s cock. She gasped and moaned – he was somehow perfect. Combining the positive aspect of the other two boys, Ryan’s cock was a perfect balance of long and thick.
“I think she likes it,” Steve observed, playing with her nipples as Hayley slowly began to ride her brother’s cock.
Jake noticed. “You are voluntarily fucking your brother, you slut,” he reminded her, his voice a heated whisper at her ear.
“Oh man this asshole is fucking tiiiiiight. Mmm mmmm aww fuck yeah!” Ryan yelled as the girl bobbed up and down him. He could sense her movements were becoming a little more purposeful. “She likes it, guys. The fucking slut likes it. She’s starting to ride me!” Ryan threw his head back as much as he could and let out a moan that was beyond satisfaction. His whole body shivered with ebullient pleasure as her hole bobbed up and down onto him.
Jake and Steve were now double teaming Hayley’s breasts, kissing, licking, biting, fondling, groping, squeezing, smacking, pulling. They were doing everything they could to her. While his mouth was enclosed on her breast, Steven moved his hand down to Hayley’s pussy and gingerly rubbed her slit with his thumb. “Oh man, Jake. You’ve got to feel this!” he said, giddily.
Jake lowered his hand down to Hayley and was not so ginger. He shoved his fingers into her forcibly. “You weren’t kidding,” he said, “Ry, this girl’s pussy is soaked. Can’t wait til you get to fuck it.” Jake smiled at his friend then, again, hissed a whisper in his friend’s sister’s ear: “What a whore you are. Your brother is fucking your ass and you’re wet? You deserve all of this, you little slut!” He shoved three full fingers into her tight snatch, trying to stretch her out, quickly adding a fourth. “Ready for it, baby?” he said louder, tauntingly. He pulled his fingers out, then clenched his hand into a fist, slathered on some lubricant, and started to drive it into Hayley’s pussy.
Hayley felt the intense pressure on her cunt and whimpered, unable to accept the fist nor push it away, her ass clenching painfully (for her) on Ryan’s cock. With another slap to her tits, though, she decided she didn’t have much of a choice. She tried to relax all of the muscles in her lower half, and with a bit more effort soon Jake was up to his wrist in her cunt.
“Fuck man!” Jake was nearly drooling, “I can feel you fucking her…” ‘Hurry up and cum,’ he thought, needing to stick his cock down the bitch’s throat, but not wanting to ungag her until it was too late.
Ryan started to speak, started to say something, but it got caught off. He was too close to orgasm to make sentences. “C-cumming in a second…” he managed to sneak out of his lips.
“Good,” Jake said, sinisterly, “Fill that fucking little asshole up.”
After a few more pumps, Ryan’s cock could take no more. His tip recoiled, followed by his shaft. Then, they vibrated wildly and he exploded, flling up the girl’s asshole with hot cum. He could feel it dripping down onto his shaft as he pulled out.
Hayley moaned, feeling as Jake’s subsequent removal of his hand caused even more cum to gush out of her ass. She shook, suddenly feeling empty after going from two penetrations to none.
Jake moved away and quickly tossed Ryan a towel. “Clean off – you get her cunt next, I want that mouth on my cock.” He pulled Hayley’s arms behind her, securing them with one of the jump ropes so her arms were pulled upward, forcing her head downward. As soon as she was riding her brother’s cock again, he’d let her speak briefly – while she wasn’t sucking him off, that was.
Ryan went to the bathroom and splashed himself over with water, exhausted but ready to go again. He’d never felt so invigorated by sex before. He’d tied up girls and fucked them before, but not like this. This was incredible. This was intense. This was living. He walked back in and found the girl in the vulnerable position, Steven and Jake still working her tits over. “Let me at that pussy!” he roared, extending hands for high fives from his friends and reassuming his position on the weight bench.
Hayley was lowered back onto his cock, fitting snugly in her pussy, newly swollen by the attention she’d been receiving. She moaned as he filled her more thoroughly and pleasantly than any fist.
Jake took that as a sign, and started ungagging her, bringing her face to the side to press it into his crotch.
As soon as her mouth was free, Hayley let out a low moan of “Ryan-” but was cut off by Jake’s dick invading her mouth, the taste of her juices still evident on it.
Jake bobbed Hayley’s head up and down, up and down. His cock felt snug in her mouth. Likewise, Ryan’s cock felt snug in her pussy. It was tight, but soaked. Wet. Comfortable that way. Almost like a perfect fit. “This is even better than her asshole,” he moaned, noticing that Steven was now butting in on the game, moving Jake out of the way and inserting his cock into the girl’s mouth. He didn’t last much longer, though, and soon leaked his cum onto her tongue. Before she could do anything about it, Jake replaced Steve’ cock with his own. But Ryan’s short term memory triggered. The girl had spoken. It was low, but somewhat familiar. It didn’t quite sound like any of Hayley’s friends but it had to be. Who else could it be? But he was still drunk and delirious with pleasure and couldn’t quite place the voice. ‘Leave it alone,’ he told himself, ‘Just enjoy this tight pussy. Goddamn is it tight.’
Jake began to speed up his pace, thrusting into her mouth until she couldn’t keep up and had to go slack around his shaft as he face-fucked her. “Yeah… ughn… eat my jizz, bitch,” he growled, pushing her head down onto him, choking her on his cock until she couldn’t breathe, and finally letting her up only to spurt his cum onto her face, splashing over her cheeks, blindfold, and mouth.
“Ugh-” Hayley pushed the cum from her mouth, feeling it slide down her neck, leaving an oozing trail of semen. But before she could protest, she felt another jolt from Ryan’s cock, and, in a low voice, muttered breathlessly, “Oh my god – Ryan-” before she was cut off as Jake scooped his cum from her neck to hook the mess into her mouth, making her taste it.
“Jesus, why does ths bitch keep saying my name? Keep her fucking quiet up there,” Ryan said. “Oh man…ahh..ahh..ahh! Oooohhh fuck yeah!” He shot his load into the soaked cunt that was on top of him. He laid his head back and took a few deep, heaving breaths as the last remnants of cum leaked out of his throbbing member. With a satisfied groan, he pulled out of her, shifting down the bench so he could swing his legs off the side and sit up. Steve laughed in delight to the side, Jake had a devlish smile on his face and was holding Hayley’s mouth shut, muffling whatever weak sounds were coming out of it while assuring she’d swallow his cum.
“Do it,” Steve jerked his head at Jake.
“Huh?” Ryan looked between the two of them, confused.
“Yeah?” Jake looked to Steven for confirmation.
“Yeah,” Steven nodded.
“As you wish,” Jake shrugged, releasing Hayley’s mouth. “Anything to say, sweetheart?” Jake demanded. Hayley stayed silent, though her face was red with shame. The only noise she made came from her heavy, exhausted breathing.
“What’s going on…?” Ryan inquired. Neither friend answered him. There was another minute of silence and Ryan again asked what was going on. “Talk, bitch!” he demanded, yelling in her face even if she couldn’t see him. Steven and Jake sat there, ire rising in both of them. After another minute of confused silence, Ryan got in his friends’ faces. “What. The. Fuck. Is going. On here. …Who is this girl?”
Steven and Jake looked at each other and squinted, ready to reveal the terror. “It’s Hayley, Ryan. You just fucked your sister and filled her holes up with your cum.”
Ryan took a step back and his color began to drain. “Yeah, right.” He forced a laugh. “You’re just fucking with me. I’m still buzzed. I think I’d know.”
“How would you know?” Steven asked.
He had a point, and Ryan bent over to examine the girl. “Hayley…?” he begged. The girl stayed silent. Meanwhile, Jake moved behind her and started to remove her blindfold. The scarf fell to the ground and Ryan locked eyes with the girl. The girl. His sister. Hayley. His little sister. His jaw dropped. “Oh my god, no!” He roared. “Hayley – my god, Hayley, I’m so s….I had no …Hayley!” He dropped to the ground, mortified.
Hayley looked away, blushing, ashamed to still be in such a vulnerable position – Jake’s cum drying on her face and neck while Ryan’s seeped from both her cunt and ass at once.
Jake was a little annoyed at his friend’s response, and blamed it on the alcohol. “Dude. Don’t you get it? She knew the whole time. Yet, as you pointed out earlier, she was the one who fucked you. Voluntarily.”
Hayley bit her lip, tasting Jake’s cum without meaning to, avoiding looking anywhere near her brother.
“Hayley?” His look was confused – betrayed. “You…how could you…how could we…oh my god. Why did you do this?!” He growled, turning his anger to his two friends.
“We just wanted to fuck your sister,” Steven answered coldly.
“And, we wanted to see you fuck your sister,” Jake added, simply, priding himself on his wonderful idea.
Ryan growled at them to get out. To leave. They exchanged a glance, but meekly obeyed. Ryan ran to his sister’s side and held her tightly. “Hayley….why did you…no, you couldn’t help it. They forced you. Oh my god I did such …Hayley….” He hugged her. “I’m not mad, Hayley. I swear. Sis, I love you. I won’t ever be mad at you…you were forced…”
Hayley blushed, not looking at him. “Actually…” she mumbled, her face burning with shame, “I wasn’t really…” She admitted, remembering how perfectly full she’d felt with her brother’s cock in both her ass and pussy.
“Oh…” his mind got the sudden realization. He’d pleasured her? “I guess… you can’t help what gets you going…I…” He blushed, furiously, “I guess it felt good, too,” he admitted. “I had no idea it was you. They told me it was your friend. And she took your clothes. I was so drunk… wow. I, uh…” One side of his mouth lifted sheepishly, “You felt pretty good, not gonna lie…” He saw a tentative smile growing on her face, and felt a rush of relief, followed by a wicked idea. “…We could do this again,” he pointed out, “Keep it a secret…you know…I tie you up… we have some fun…”
Hayley smiled, uncertainly. “You know…” she hinted, mischievously, “I still haven’t cum…”