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update july 1 - 2009

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I don't believe that I have ever in my life seen my brother as mad as he was when he got home last Friday. My father lit into him as soon as he entered the house. Dad demanded the keys to my brother's car and told him that he was grounded for an entire month.

My brother looked at dad in shock. He didn't have any idea what this was all about. Not until dad yelled at him for doing burnouts in front of the school this afternoon.

Jeff turned and gave me a look that left no doubt what he thought of me. Death would have been too kind a fate.

I'll admit that I was the one that told dad about it as soon as he came home from work. My brother and I had never gotten along and both of us were quick to jump on any opportunity to get the other one in trouble.

I would normally have been grinning at Jeff, eager to let him know just how much pleasure I was getting from his troubles. But the look on his face at that moment scared the hell out of me. I saw pure hatred in his eyes. My brother and I have been fighting all of our lives. But I've never seen that look on his face before and I'm not exaggerating. The look on his face was so scary that it sent shivers down my spine. I would have been afraid to be alone in the house with him that night. There is no telling what he might have done.

I will admit that I was shocked at the one month grounding. That seemed a little harsh. But dad had warned him about his driving time and time again. And he was especially pissed about the burnouts. Jeff had a part-time job. But it only paid for gas and insurance for his car and some of the minor parts needed to keep it running. That meant dad had to pay for my brother's tires and any major car repairs.

What little money Jeff had left over after buying gas and insurance went for cheap dates when he could get one. Jeff is a good looking guy. But he has a temper and I think that girls have gotten wary of going out with him.
Jeff is seventeen. He is big and strong. I suppose he is a typical jock. He excels in sports and most of the guys in school look up to him. He has gone out with a lot of the girls in his class but he never seems to date anyone for long. As far as I know he has never hit any of those girls. But when he doesn't get his way he loses his temper. I've heard enough to know that I wasn't the first girl he scared with the angry look on his face.

My name is Lori. I'm sixteen but there is actually a two year gap in our ages. Jeff was born in January. I was born in November, almost two years later. I don't know if a two year old can be self aware enough to resent the birth of a sibling. But for whatever reason, from the moment they brought me home from the hospital Jeff and I have never gotten along.

My parents used to have to watch him closely when I was an infant. When my brother was younger if he thought that no one was looking he used to hit me or throw things at me. Our parents were so worried about him that they even took him to a counselor for a while.

They have also put him in anger management classes. I don't think the classes have had an effect other than to convince him that he needed to do a better job of hiding his temper from the people that could make him attend those anger management classes.

None of that, not the counseling, not the classes helped very much. Our relationship has never progressed beyond grudging co-existence. He doesn't hit me anymore. But we don't talk unless one of us has a complaint about something the other is doing. And as I said, both of us are quick to take advantage of any opportunity to get the other in trouble.

There is one other thing about my brother that I should probably mention. For several years now he has seemed to have an unpleasant and unnatural desire to spy on me. He has been caught several times trying to see me naked. I know that isn't so unusual, up to a point. Some of my friends have caught their brothers being a little more curious than what might be considered normal.
But I think that my brother was a little more sinister about it. My mom discovered a small peephole in the wall between the wall in the back of his closet and the bathroom that my brother and I share. He swore he knew nothing about it. But I don't think anyone was fooled. And he was never caught going into my room at night. But on more than one occasion I awoke in the morning to find that my bedroom door wasn't shut all the way. I always make sure that it is when I go to bed. And the thing that disgusted me the most was that it wasn't unusual for me to be missing a pair of panties after I did my laundry. So even though he hated me, he was not unaware of my budding sexuality.
Jeff didn't even have to ask how dad found out he was doing burnouts. Normally I would have been pretty proud of myself. But when I saw that murderous look on Jeff's face I opted for discretion over valor. I went to my room and avoided him as much as possible. But then, I have always done that.
Things got really weird around the house after that. Jeff turned into a perfect angel. I wasn't surprised that he would do whatever was necessary to satisfy our parents. He wanted his car keys back. Towards that end he was on his best behavior from that evening on. He did his chores without being asked. He kept his grades up and handed in all of his homework on time. He even kept his room reasonably clean. And most amazing of all, he made an attempt to get along with me!
He didn't start any fights or even do anything to annoy me when our parents weren't looking. He didn't go overboard. There was never any question that he'd had a sudden change of heart and suddenly he liked his little sister. But if not pleasant he was at least civil.
At the end of the first week I overheard dad tell him that he was impressed by the improvement in his behavior. He told Jeff that if he kept it up he would let him have his car back at the end of the following week.
To be honest, I was relieved. I knew how much he hated me for getting his car taken away. I knew it was festering in the back of his mind and that one way or another he was going to find some way to repay me for that.
The funny thing is, even though I still felt like I had to walk on eggs around Jeff, I would do it again. I loved getting the son of a bitch in trouble. I suppose that I should be grateful to him for giving me so many opportunities.
I hope I'm not giving you the wrong impression. I'm certainly no angel. I screw up from time to time. And whenever Jeff finds out about it he makes sure that my parents are made aware of it.
But I don't screw up any more than the average kid and I don't have that evil core that seems to be such a large part of my brother's makeup. There is no doubt in my mind that someday my brother is going to kill someone. There is something missing in him. He has never been diagnosed as a psychopath. But based on my limited understanding of what a psychopath is, Jeff is one. In his mind right and wrong are all about getting caught. Doing the right thing because it is the right thing to do would never occur to him.
Surprisingly, Jeff was able to continue to keep his anger in check. At the end of the second week he got his car back. What was eerie about his behavior was that even after he got his car back he continued to act as if he was still on probation.
I'm not trying to say that he became my friend. But he was at least indifferent around me. That was a big improvement. I knew that he hadn't turned over a new leaf. There was no question in my mind that when he got the opportunity he would pay me back for the humiliation he had suffered these last two weeks. That car of his was a large part of who he was now. Walking back and forth to school with the rest of us riffraff had not set well with him.
Life went on like that for another three months. We still had the occasional exchange of cross words. He couldn't control his temper completely. But my parents noticed the change in him and I sensed a hope for his future that they despaired of in the past.
I wasn't so easily fooled. I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. I knew that his behavior was totally out of character. I could almost feel how tightly wound he was whenever we were in the same room.
Jeff kept the act up, though. He continued to do his chores without being asked. He came home when he was supposed to come home. He even managed to pass all of his classes! When school let out for the summer and he came home with the news that he had passed every class and wouldn't have to go to summer school for the first time since he started school my parents were almost in shock.
When our report cards arrived in the mail a week later and confirmed it they acted as if they had a brand new son. There were even a few glowing comments from his teachers about the improvement in his behavior and his work habits.
I still wasn't convinced that this was anything but a plot. I just didn't know what it was that he was plotting.
My suspicions grew when my grandfather called to tell my parents that they were giving them a present for their upcoming twentieth anniversary. They had purchased a two week Panama Canal cruise for them. As soon as I heard about it I began to wonder if Jeff had somehow found out in advance. That would explain his uncharacteristic behavior over the last three and a half months. He wanted our parents to believe they could trust him. He wanted to make sure that he didn't get shipped off to stay with our grandparents or our Uncle Bill when they went on their cruise.
He wanted to stay home and live the life of a carefree bachelor. And I suspect that he wanted the opportunity to pay me back for getting him in trouble. I didn't think for a second that he was just going to let that go. Not even after all these months had passed.
He got his wish. My parents were so impressed by his behavior lately that they even suggested that he stay at home. It would give him an opportunity to demonstrate to them that the trust he had recently earned wasn't misplaced.
That left me with an important decision to make. Did I dare to stay here and live alone with my brother for two weeks? Our parents had already as much as said that he would be in charge. The truth is I was still afraid of him. I was always going to be afraid of him. I was certain that he had been putting on an act since they grounded him. I knew that if he had the chance he would get even with me for getting his car taken away for two weeks.
But I had plans of my own this summer. My best friend and I had made plans. The time spent with my best friend was important to me. But just as important, I recently started dating Laney. Laney was the hottest boy in our class. The two of us have been making plans, too.
If my grandparents or my uncle lived here in town it would have been an easy decision. But they didn't and I didn't want to be exiled for two whole weeks. That would be nearly a quarter of my summer vacation!
I was nervous about staying in the house alone with Jeff. But I figured that I could spend a night or two with Tawney and if we didn't tell her parents that my folks were out of town she could probably spend a night or two at my house. With any luck that would take care of almost half the time my parents were away.
If all else failed, there was always 911.
My parents were oblivious as the time for their departure neared. This was their dream cruise. They had talked about a cruise through the Panama Canal for years. They were finally getting to go. It was all they talked about now. It was all they thought about. They placed a lot more faith in their fucked up son than I did. I imagine there was a lot of wishful thinking involved.
They had apparently come to the conclusion that we were old enough and mature enough to be left alone for two weeks now that Jeff had mellowed and could be trusted. I found it hard to believe that they couldn't see his unnatural behavior for the act that I knew it was. But I didn't say anything for fear that they would either cancel their trip or send me off for my own good. Having decided to stay in town and enjoy the things that I had planned with my boyfriend and my best friend I didn't want to take a chance on being shipped off to a relative's house.
I was surprised once again when even two days after my parents left town my brother was still acting like he had honestly reformed. Even though we had been specifically told that I was not to invite Tawney over for a sleepover, when I broached the subject with Jeff he just shrugged and said, "I don't care."
And he acted like he really didn't care! I went over to Tawney's house that day and we worked it out with her parents that she could spend that night at my house. It never even occurred to them to ask about my parents. We certainly didn't volunteer the information that they were out of town.
Tawney packed her pajamas, a change of clothes and her toiletries in a knapsack and we went to my house. Jeff was in the driveway washing his car when we arrived. Tawney didn't trust him any more than I did. But she smiled and said hi as we went by him. He nodded and then ignored us. No insults, no threats, very strange behavior!
We watched a little television early in the evening. We ordered pizza and even shared it with Jeff. Then we went to my room. We listened to music and talked for a long time. When the house got quiet we changed into our pajamas and Tawney pulled out a joint that she had "borrowed" from her little brother.
I snuck out to the living room. Jeff was in his room so I poured two glasses of wine and took them back to my room. We smoked the joint, drank the wine and lay together on my bed. We laughed and joked and teased each other the way best friends do.
I guess I have to confess something here that is pretty embarrassing. Tawney and I don't have sleepovers as much as we used to. But when we do, for the last few years we have been doing something that as far as I know most girls who are best friends don't do.
We have been helping each other masturbate. We aren't gay or anything. Not that there is anything wrong with that. But we aren't. It started when we were thirteen. We were talking about boys at one of our sleepovers, nothing unusual about that. This was before we started masturbating. We talked about kissing and I honestly couldn't tell you how it came about. But somehow we ended up practicing our kissing with each other. I know that sounds weird. It was embarrassing at first. I wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even to Tawney, but it was actually kind of exciting once I got over the embarrassment.
I'm pretty certain that the things we did that night, and the things we have done since, were done at Tawney's instigation. She has always been more adventurous than I am.
We didn't do those things every time we had a sleepover. But sometimes we would talk about boys, who we thought was cute and what it would be like to kiss him, and we would start getting excited and we would do it again.
It was more than two years before the subject of masturbation came up. We didn't jump in bed and start rubbing each other off. We talked about girls that we thought were doing it. By "it" I mean having sex. We talked about what we thought it would be like. We were both still virgins, of course.
The subject came up at the next couple of sleepovers. We were getting older and our hormones were raging. Tawney pulled out a woman's magazine one evening that talked about the ways that women masturbate. There were even vague drawings that illustrated various methods of masturbation for women.
We were both embarrassed. But we read that article over and over and discussed every word and every drawing. I had every intention of going home the next morning and trying some of those things out. Tawney surprised me, though. She took the lead and by the time we went to bed we were lying together in the dark, side by side, masturbating for the first time.
We never touched each other. That didn't start until much later. But it was very exciting and we did it over and over that night. It was the first time that either one of us achieved an orgasm. It was truly a revelation. It wasn't until later that I realized how strange it was that I masturbated for the first time with another person in the room.
Tawney and I seemed to be growing even closer as we shared these sexy secrets and began to discover some of the benefits of growing up. We were not ever lovers. We were just best friends who were learning about our bodies and sex and experimenting together.
Last year something new was added to the mix. A boy offered Tawney a joint. Tawney learned two things that day. She learned that pot made her feel wonderful, increased her already high libido and lowered her already low inhibitions. And she learned that kissing a boy was a hell of a lot more fun than kissing her best friend. She also learned that a boy's hand on her bare breast was just about the most exciting thing in the world, at least so far.
We talked about nothing else but what it was like to kiss a boy and be nearly half naked while a boy touched your boobs for the next several weeks. I envied her more than I can say. I was so jealous I was tempted to start asking boys to go for a walk in the park! I wanted to experience the exciting things that Tawney was experiencing!
As most of you are probably aware from what I've been saying, Tawney and I were a little behind the curve with our developing sexuality. I can't say for sure. But Tawney and I talked about it a lot and we both believed that at least half the girls in our class were already sexually active.
Tawney's new experiences and the added effects of marijuana came together at our next sleepover. As usual, we spent most of the evening in my room. We talked and giggled and the excitement grew as we began to open up to each other.
But once my parents went to bed, that was when things really changed. Tawney lit the joint she brought with her and we struggled to keep the giggling to a minimum as we quickly got wasted. We seldom used marijuana and we were both very susceptible to its effects.
I have no clear idea of how we progressed to the point that we were lying naked in my bed and touching each other while we took turns masturbating. I don't mean we each took a turn, had an orgasm and then went to sleep. We took turns for hours and had more orgasms than we could count.
Tawney went first. She always seemed to do everything first. She whispered what she wanted me to do with my hands and I began to massage her breasts and her thighs while she masturbated with both hands until she reached orgasm.
I have to blame, if there is blame to be placed, the joint we smoked. There is no other way to explain the things we did that night. Even though I consider myself totally straight I have to admit that it really turned me on to touch her breasts and tease her hard little nipples.
After Tawney calmed down she forced me down on the bed and her soft hands began to caress me. It was the first time that anyone but me had touched my breasts and even if it was just Tawney the feeling was amazing!
She teased my tits and my thighs, even having the nerve to lightly run her fingertip through my very wet pussy before she ordered me to masturbate. I don't think I had ever been more embarrassed in my life. But neither had I ever been more turned on.
I slowly placed my hand over my vulva. Even high on marijuana I wasn't sure I was ready for this escalation in our experimentation. We had been masturbating in the same room for quite a while now. But touching! I was very self conscious about this next step we were taking.
But as I always seemed to do, I gave in to Tawney and began to tease my tender, swollen pussy. In seconds I was responding to Tawney's touch and my own efforts. My inhibitions floated away on the cloud of marijuana smoke that still hung thick in the air around us. I began to masturbate while my best friend played with my tits and smiled down at me.
What we had done would have been shocking enough once the effects of hormones and marijuana wore off. But we didn't stop there. We continued switching back and forth, each of us enjoying the most exciting orgasms of our young lives. It was incredibly exciting. And then Tawney upped the ante. I felt her warm, moist lips on my nipple and I almost lost it. I was beyond being shocked by that time. I was lost in pleasure and when she began to tease my nipple with her lips and tongue I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
That would have been the most incredible thing I ever experienced if that had been the end of our experimentation. But when she began to slide down and then wedge her body between my legs I stopped teasing my clit and looked down in shock. Her face was only six inches from my pussy. She smiled and looked back and forth between my face and my pussy. I saw the strange look on her face and somehow I knew what she was going to do.

I shook my head slowly back and forth. But I didn't speak. And I didn't resist when she gently but firmly lifted my hand away. An electric shock coursed through my body when her fingers came to rest on my vulva. I watched for a moment while she slowly spread my pussy open and stared at the highly stimulated center of my body. I thought that the look on her face would have been more appropriate on a boy, preferably Laney.
But there was no way to deny that her touch was exciting. I let my head fall back onto my pillow and I closed my eyes, waiting to see what Tawney would do. I knew what she had in mind. I just couldn't believe she would actually have the nerve.

I felt her hair moving lightly, teasing my thighs as her lips began to move closer to my body. Just before her lips touched me I felt her warm breath and I moaned in excitement. I couldn't believe she was actually going to do it ... but I wanted it. By that time my inhibitions were all but nonexistent. My entire consciousness was focused on the slowly fading orgasm that I had been about to enjoy when Tawney interrupted me.

And then it happened. Her warm lips touched my virgin opening. I felt myself about to scream and I couldn't stop it. I managed to clap my hand down over my mouth before the sound escaped. But the pleasure I experienced at that moment was indescribable and undeniable. I muffled my scream of pleasure to keep from drawing my psycho brother's attention to what we were doing. But I screamed nevertheless. There was no way that I could not!
Of course that was just the beginning. Tawney started out slow. But as she came to realize that what she was doing and the pleasure she was bringing me excited her and that eating pussy wasn't nearly as disgusting as it seemed, she quickly became very enthusiastic. I reaped the benefits, enjoying intense orgasms like I never imagined possible.
And then it was my turn, or her turn, depending how you look at it.
After I recovered from the unbelievable orgasms she gave me I sat up and we talked about the strange and exciting thing that we just did. Well, about what she just did. I loved it. But I couldn't believe she'd had the nerve to do it.
She was uncharacteristically embarrassed. But she was totally honest and she admitted that once she realized how exciting it was she really enjoyed doing it. We were a little embarrassed talking about it. But she described what it was like as well as she could.
If you think about it, that's a pretty difficult thing to describe. It was all so new to us. The taste of another girl's pussy, the aroma of a highly aroused pussy, the sensations you experience when you slide your tongue through a warm, wet, highly aroused slit.
If I had a sister I would want it to be Tawney. I love her. But I was not sure that I could do for her what she had just done for me. I wanted to. I wanted her to feel what I just did. But I didn't know if I could make myself do what she just did.
When I explained that to her she smiled and said, "That's okay. I understand. Don't do it if you aren't comfortable with it. Just do what we have been doing."
When she said that, and the way she said it, well ... I knew I would have to at least try.
She turned onto her back and I rested my hand on her chest between her perky B cup breasts. We smiled at each other and I moved my fingertips over her breasts. I had grown comfortable touching her this way and I enjoyed it nearly as much as she did. I leaned down and we kissed while I touched her. Then I kissed my way down to her breasts and began to lick and kiss and suck her breasts while my hand moved down over the smooth flesh of her flat stomach.
I stopped when my fingers came into contact with her soft, blonde pubic hair. She moaned in response to my touch and the sound of it excited me the way it always did when we got together like this.
I continued to tease her breasts. But my attention was focused on my hand as it tickled lightly over her belly which was undulating in reaction to my gentle touch so near her pussy.
I gathered my courage and slowly moved my fingers around her vulva, working my way closer and closer to her opening. The effect I was having on her was obvious. She moaned quietly and her arms came up and wrapped around my head, pulling me close, hugging me to her beautiful young body.
As it always did, turning her on was turning me on. But I honestly didn't know yet if I could do what she was hoping I'd do.
Tawney dropped her arms and I began to slowly kiss my way down her stomach. Her hand came to rest on my upper thigh. I can't deny that I enjoyed her touch and it probably influenced me as I began to tease the outer edges of her well manicured little V of pubic hair.
There was a lot to experience for the first time with my face only two inches from her hot, swollen, very red pussy. I don't know what I expected. I think that I probably assumed that the aroma from her pussy would be at least a little unpleasant. But it wasn't. It was actually quite stimulating. Maybe it was a result of those magic pheromones. I don't know. I don't really know what the hell a pheromone is. Or maybe it was because I loved the way that Tawney was reacting to what I was doing. Whatever the reason, this was turning me on. The warm, heady smell of my best friend's arousal was having a profound effect on me.
Add to that the fact that the sight of her swollen, pulsing vulva was much sexier close up like that. I never imagined that it would be like this. I hated to give up her touch on my upper thigh. But I knew that if I was going to do this right, if I was really going to do it, I had to change positions.
I moved between her legs and she made room for me. I got comfortable and then I stared nervously at her pussy while I lightly kissed her thighs. I glanced up at her face. I saw her lust. I saw the pleasure I was causing her and I knew then that I was going to at least attempt to do for her what she had done for me.
I inched upwards and cautiously touched my lips to the lips of her pussy. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. I smiled to myself, remembering well what it felt like to be on the receiving end of what I was doing for her.
Her pussy felt hot against my lips. I was still nervous about this. But my own excitement was growing and I started to realize that doing this for Tawney was turning me on.
I kissed all around her tight slit, quickly becoming comfortable with what I was doing. I reached up and slowly spread her open. I looked at her, seeing a female sex organ close-up and personal for the first time. I may have been influenced by the sexually charged situation. But I thought her pussy was beautiful!

I held her open, breathing on her exposed flesh while I examined it. I watched her vaginal opening throb and when it did I could see a little ways up inside of her. It was amazing! I looked up and saw her looking, smiling down at me. I smiled back and said, "I don't see a hymen. You are a virgin aren't you?"

She looked a little confused. She nodded and in a panting breathless voice she said, "I didn't see yours either. I guess we just don't know what to look for."

I leaned down and began kissing her pussy again. She closed her eyes and enjoyed what I was doing. I finally stuck my tongue out and started lightly licking the area around her opening and then right down the center. The juices were pouring out of her. But there was almost no taste at all. I scooped them up and savored them, swallowing easily before going back for more. I took my fingers away and glued my mouth to her pussy. I finally gave in and began to eat her as eagerly as she had eaten my pussy a few minutes ago.
I may not be gay. But I guess I must be bisexual. Because I quickly discovered that I really enjoyed what I was doing. I loved the taste and the smell and the feel of her soft, wet, warm opening as my tongue moved through it. I knew that I could have brought a quick end to what I was doing by moving my tongue up and applying my efforts to her swollen clitoris. But I was in no hurry for this to end.
Tawney began to thrash around and I found myself having to restrain her with my arms over her thighs. She was beginning to get louder, loud enough that I began to worry about Jeff hearing her cries of passion. I didn't want this to end, not yet. But I was starting to worry about being discovered. I had been working my tongue in and out of her vaginal opening like a little dick. Now I pulled it out of her and moved it up and into contact with her clit.
She cried out loudly at the touch. But she clamped her hand down over her mouth and muffled most of the noise. I worked at her clit for only a few seconds longer before she exploded into a mind bending orgasm. I watched her in the passionate throes of an uncontrollable orgasm and I knew then that we would be doing this again ... often!
I continued to massage her clit until she reached down with shaking hands and pushed my face away. I watched her. Her body was still shaking with the aftershocks of her incredible orgasm.
I leaned back down and kissed her thighs and her belly. I have loved my best friend as a friend for years. But I knew that our relationship had changed drastically this night. We were not suddenly gay. But our relationship had just been taken to a whole new level.

I moved up beside her and we held each other and kissed like we never kissed before. Tawney smiled and licked her juices from my lips. Then she went limp and kept whispering, "Oh my god!" over and over.
It still wasn't over. With growing confidence we continued to please and tease each other until well into the early morning hours. There is no way of knowing how many orgasms we had that night. The number is huge.
It was almost three o'clock in the morning when we fell asleep in each other's arms as naked as the day we were born. We separated sometime during the night. When I finally woke up it was almost ten in the morning. I was on my back. Tawney was asleep with her leg draped over mine and her hand on my breast.
I didn't move. I stayed like that for as long as I could. I watched her sleep and I enjoyed the touch of her hand on my breast. But I had to go to the bathroom and I couldn't wait much longer. When I couldn't put it off for another minute I gently lifted her hand and tried to slip away without waking her.
Her eyes opened and she moaned softly. I said, "Sorry. I tried not to wake you."
She smiled and said, "It's okay. What time is it?"

She leaned over and kissed me and then rolled away and sat up on the side of the bed. She looked around and found her pajamas while I was pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She tossed her pajamas on the bed and came around the bed. She wrapped her arms around me and said, "Don't take this the wrong way, Lori. I don't want to marry you or have your baby. But I love you. And I don't have any regrets. What we did last night was too wonderful to be bad. What about you? Are you okay with the things we did?"
I returned her hug affectionately and said, "I will admit that I was totally shocked at first. But no, I don't have any regrets. I can't wait to do it again. You want to do it again don't you?"
She sighed and exclaimed, "God yes! But I think we need to get a room somewhere. I almost bit my lip off last night trying to keep from screaming."
I laughed softly. I knew exactly what she meant. I had the same problem.
I gently pushed her away. I said, "Be right back. I have to pee and I really have to brush my teeth. That joint was cool. But that stuff leaves a horrible taste in my mouth."

I used the bathroom and then I went back to my room and let her use it. While Tawney was in the bathroom, Jeff knocked on my door and said, "I'm making breakfast. It'll be ready in about ten minutes."

I stared at him in shock. In my entire life I couldn't remember him ever doing anything nice for me. He even smiled and sounded friendly! For just a fraction of a second I started to wonder if he was actually beginning to mellow out. But before I even finished that thought I dismissed it as impossible. The only possible explanation was that he was up to something.

I sat on my bed and waited for Tawney to return to the room and dress. I told her about breakfast being almost ready. She smiled wryly and asked, "You don't suppose he's going to poison us do you?"

I actually had to consider that possibility. But although I suspected that he was up to something I had to dismiss poisoning. He was no genius. But he watched enough television to know he'd never get away with murder. I hope.

Chapter 2

Like the perfect host, Jeff had set the table and laid out a big bowl of scrambled eggs, crisp bacon and toast. We each had a large glass of juice at our seat. But as remarkable as that was, the thing that was hardest to adjust to was his happy, smiling face and congenial demeanor.

While we ate, Jeff asked as if he really cared, "Did you guys sleep okay?"
I scanned his face carefully but there was no indication that there was any hidden meaning. He was apparently just making polite conversation.
I didn't know what to say to him. I've never had a polite, pleasant conversation with my brother in my sixteen years of life. Tawney was just as bewildered as I. He had always treated her as badly as he did me.
Jeff finished eating first. He got up and began to clean off the table. When we finished eating he picked up our plates and put them in the sink. He offered us each another glass of juice. We thanked him but declined. He put the juice in the refrigerator and said, "If you girls have a few minutes, I have something in the living room that I'd like to show you."
His manner didn't change. But I got a cold feeling in my gut. I somehow knew that this was it. This was where my brother made his move. He had probably been planning whatever it was since the day that dad took his keys away.
I wasn't sure how to respond. Tawney was suspicious, too. We looked at each other but we couldn't think of any reason for refusing such a simple request. We followed Jeff into the living room. He smiled pleasantly and said, "Go ahead and have a seat. I have a movie I want you to see. I was actually surprised. I thought it was going to be good. But it turned out a lot better than I thought it would."
I nervously said, "Jeff, we just got up. We don't want to watch a movie right now. Couldn't we do this later?"
He smiled smugly and said, "I think you'll want to see this."
He turned on the television and stood off to the side. He pushed play on the remote control for the DVD player and then he turned and watched us.
Tawney and I screamed in unison when the screen lit up. There we were, totally naked on that big sixty inch, high definition television. We were kissing and touching like lovers. The picture was as clear as a bell.
Jeff chuckled, an evil, villainous sounding reaction to the looks on our faces. He said, "I didn't start at the beginning. I have the whole evening on the disk. I watched you smoke that joint and drink the wine. I watched you undress and start to kiss and touch. I gotta tell you, ladies. This is the hottest movie I've ever seen. I knew you guys were fooling around. But I have to admit, I never thought you'd eat each other's cunts. I almost creamed in my pants when I watched this the first time. But that would have been a waste. Now I have two hot, juicy little cunts that I can do anything I want with. And there are a lot of things I want to do with you two bitches."
I was so shocked that my brain wasn't functioning. Tawney scrambled to her feet and yelled, "Fuck you, you pervert! I'm getting the hell out of here! You can shove your dirty movie up your fucking ass!"

Suddenly Jeff wasn't quite so convivial. His face turned dark and he yelled, "Shut the fuck up and sit down you dizzy cunt! I'll tell you when you can leave! And if anything goes up anybody's ass it's gonna be my cock up yours!"

Tawney remained standing. But she made no move to leave.

Jeff took two steps. He came to a stop in front of her, so close that their bodies were almost touching. He leaned down into her face and yelled, "I said sit the fuck down, you stupid bitch! I own your fucking ass now!"
Tawney slumped in surrender and returned to her seat. Jeff directed our eyes back to the television. It made me furious that this movie existed. The slimy bastard had spied on us!

He must have planted a camera in my room! I had to wonder how long it had been there. I shuddered at the thought. But it was the movie he was playing now that sealed our fate. The wine and the joint were bad. But it was what was going to come that gave Jeff the control he now enjoyed. He didn't even have to say it. There was a movie that showed me and Tawney having sex for nearly five hours. We ate each other's pussy. Not once, but over and over for hours.

I could just imagine who he would send copies of that disk to if we didn't do whatever he wanted. I felt like I was going to be sick. What if the kids in my class saw this?! Oh god! My dad! I could never face my father again if he saw this. And as unbearable as that idea was, Tawney's father was even worse. I could at least talk to my parents. I might never live this down. But Tawney's father is a tyrant. He would beat her black and blue and she would never leave the house again without her father or mother escorting her. He might even send her off to some religious school in the hopes of making a proper young lady out of her.
We were forced to watch until Tawney and I had eaten each other out twice each. After that, Jeff stood back up and said, "I guess you both get the idea. I do have one complaint about the movie. As you probably noticed, there were no close-ups. But don't worry. We'll get some later. Maybe I can splice them in."
He got our attention and we were both relieved to be able to look away from the television. We looked up and into his evil, gloating face. He leered down at us and said, "As I said earlier, I own your asses now. Do I need to go ahead and tell you what I will do with that movie if you don't do what I want from now on?"
We glanced at each other. I saw the tears in her eyes and the fear on her face. I looked back at Jeff and said, "Jeff, we are both virgins."

He laughed and said, "Yeah, isn't that hot?! But if you were thinking of saving it for your husband you can forget about that. I'm going to wear you cunts out. And when I am through with you I have lots of friends who will enjoy fucking you. But let's start slow. I want you to stand up and undress each other. I want to get some good, high resolution pictures of both of you."

Tawney and I sat where we were, unable to move. I watched Jeff set up his movie camera on the tripod. He picked up his digital camera, turned on the movie camera and said, "Come on, ladies. Right here in front of the movie camera. I don't want to have to keep threatening you. If you piss me off I'll just make it harder on you. But then, I'll probably enjoy that, too. So it's up to you. Do what I tell you when I tell you or I'll call up a few of my friends and tell them I need some help."

I struggled to my feet but I couldn't bring myself to do anything. I was terrified.

Tawney groaned and stood up beside me. She took my hand and led me over in front of the camera. She turned to face me and asked, "Do you want to go first? I don't give a shit. The end result is going to be the same."
I shrugged and said, "Go ahead. Let's get this over with."

But saying it didn't make it any easier. My entire body was shaking in fear. I would have been scared if I was undressing in front of a nice boy, a boy I liked. This was a thousand times worse. I hated Jeff. And he felt the same about me. He was going to make this as disgusting as he possibly could. He was going to get his revenge.
Tawney whispered, "I'm sorry." Then she began to pull my t-shirt up. I lifted my arms in the air and she slowly pulled my shirt up and off. She dropped it on the coffee table and reached for the button on my shorts.
I became aware of Jeff coming closer and taking pictures of me in my bra and of Tawney slowly removing my clothes. My thoughts were careening around in my skull, totally out of control. I didn't want to think about what was to come. But I knew how my brother's mind worked and I knew that this was going to be a degrading, humiliating experience. He was going to rape us. But it was going to be more than that. He was going to debase us and he was going to enjoy that as much as he was going to enjoy using our bodies for his own pleasure. I knew it with a total certainty.
And this wasn't going to be just one day of sexual torment at the hands of that fucking deviate. He had us now and with each passing moment we were coming further under his control. These pictures and the movie he was making of our photo session added to his blackmail material. We were helpless. There was nothing we could do about it.
A shudder wracked my body when Tawney pulled my shorts down, exposing my panties to the devil. I stepped out of the shorts and Tawney stood up and moved around behind me to unfasten my bra.
Jeff stopped her. He told her to wrap her arms around me and in the coarsest language he ordered her to move her hands over my body and feel me up while he took more pictures.
I expected him to say something about the expressions on our faces. It was obvious that we hated this. But after a few minutes it occurred to me that it probably turned him on so much more than we detested him and the things he was making us do and that we were almost incapacitated by embarrassment.
He finally ordered Tawney to continue undressing me. He stood close enough to get good close-ups but slightly off to the side so that he didn't block the movie camera's view of the action. I heard the faint click of the camera taking pictures as fast as he could press the shutter button as my bra came loose and slid down my arms, baring my breasts to a boy for the first time. Baring my breasts to my hateful, evil brother! I had to fight back the tears. It was hard. But I didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction.
He ordered Tawney to play with my breasts for a few minutes and he took more pictures. He even came in very close until my nipple filled his entire view and took several of those demeaning shots. I was reduced to nothing but a collection of female body parts.
There was nothing left now but my panties. He took several close-ups of them and then he ordered Tawney to remove them.
This was not the way I imagined my first sexual experience with a member of the opposite sex. Raped! I was about to be raped by my own brother!
Tawney squatted down behind me and pulled my panties off. She stood up and I stepped out of them and kicked them away. He had, of course, seen me naked. I don't know if his earlier attempts at spying had been successful. But he planted a camera in my bedroom and he had recorded that awful movie.
But I didn't know about it at the time. Now he was standing right in front of me, leering, taking nasty pictures. His loathsome cock was pressing against the front of his pants obscenely.
I have never felt so humiliated in my life. I felt like my entire body must be red with shame. And the horror was just beginning.
Jeff ignored Tawney for the moment. He forced me to pose in ever more revealing poses. At one point he even forced me to sit in an easy chair with my legs over the arms and hold my vagina open. He adjusted the movie camera to capture his fun. Then he knelt in front of me and took pictures of my insides!
He took half a dozen pictures like that. Then he stopped to examine me. He touched me for the first time, working his finger inside of me. I nearly vomited.
I was not lubricating. There was nothing sexy about what I was being forced to do. Jeff seemed disappointed. But he wasn't deterred. He pulled his finger out of my pussy and stuck it in my mouth. He leered down at me and said, "Suck it, bitch. Suck it like you're going to suck my cock in a few minutes."
I sucked on his finger, still fighting back the urge to be sick. He brought his camera back up to his eye with his other hand and took a couple pictures of that degrading behavior. Then he watched me suck on his finger for a minute before pulling it from between my lips and forcing it back inside of my vagina.
I groaned in dismay. But that movie he made was still playing on the television. I had only to look up at the things that Tawney and I were doing to each other and any fight that was rising up in me quickly dissipated when I imagined my parents or my classmates seeing that movie.
Jeff worked his finger in and out of me like a little dick. It was unpleasant. But it wasn't painful. His finger was no larger than a tampon. He was watching his finger explore my virgin opening and after a few minutes he said, "I thought you said you were a virgin. Where the hell is your hymen?"
I responded quietly, "I am. And I don't know. Maybe I never had one. The only thing that has ever been in there is a tampon."
He chuckled and reminded me, "You are forgetting your best friend's tongue."
I had no response to that. So I just let it pass.
He stood up and said, "Okay, cunt. It's time to undress my other little sex slave. I want you to strip her just like she did it for you."
I didn't want to do this. I really hated my brother, more than ever before in my life. But I pleaded, "Please, Jeff. Let her go home. I'll do whatever you want. But you don't have any reason to hate Tawney. She's never done anything to you."
Jeff grinned and said, "It's enough that she is your best friend. But even if she wasn't, hell, she's one sexy bitch! And I own her skanky ass just like I own you. I'd be stupid not to take advantage of a situation like this. I've got two hot pussies to fuck. Shit, Lori! I'm in fucking heaven! Now get off of your fucking ass and do what you are told!"
I got to my feet. Tawney and I exchanged helpless looks of despair while Jeff turned the movie camera back around. I whispered, "I'm sorry."
She had tears in her eyes. She shrugged and nodded slightly. I could tell that she appreciated my futile efforts on her behalf. But she knew Jeff well enough to know that he was enjoying this too much. He wasn't going to let either one of us go. Maybe not ever!
When Jeff was ready I moved closer to Tawney. She lifted her arms in the air and I pulled her shirt off. My pervert brother started circling around taking pictures with his digital camera. He reminded me that I was not to come between Tawney and the movie camera.
I glowered at him. He just smiled and said, "You'll pay for that look, bitch. I love it that you hate this. But you better start treating me with respect because making you miserable turns me the fuck on. I'm going to be punishing you a lot anyway. I owe you for a lifetime of shit. But I'd advise you to try and get on my good side. I might just take it easy on you if you please me."
Hah! Like that animal even has a good side!
But there was no sense in antagonizing the fucking psycho. I tried to keep my face expressionless while I returned to undressing my best friend for his amusement.
I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down. Tawney was wearing a pair of sexy bikini panties and Jeff obviously liked what he saw. I heard him exclaim, "Alright!" under his breath as I pulled her shorts down.
Tawney stepped out of the shorts and I dropped them on the coffee table with my clothes. I stood up and went behind her to unfasten her bra. He reminded me that he wanted me to feel her up through her underwear first.
I felt silly. I moved my hands over her breasts but he wasn't satisfied with my mechanical movements. He snapped, "You better put some feeling in it, you stupid cunt! I'm about that close to taking a belt to your fat ass!"
I do not have a fat ass! But I heard in his voice just how much he wanted to do just that. I moved closer to Tawney and tried to fake caressing her the way I had done it in earnest last night. It wasn't the same. But he seemed satisfied. Or at least he didn't complain.
After teasing her bra covered breasts for a minute I moved one hand down to the thin little patch of material that covered her pussy. She shuddered in revulsion at having to entertain him this way. I don't think he even noticed. If he did he didn't care.
I moved my finger over her protruding mound then cupped it in my hand. I slid the tip of my middle finger through her slit. Her only reaction was to sob quietly in despair.
He took a handful of pictures. Then he nodded and said, "Okay."
I unfastened the catch on her bra and slowly let it fall open. I whispered in her ear, "I'm so sorry, Tawney."
There was no response. She stood still as a statue while I slowly slid her bra straps down and removed it, baring her breasts to my brother's beady eyes.
He took more pictures, even getting those same close-ups of her nipples that he did when she undressed me. But this time he bent down and took each of her nipples in his mouth. I couldn't see what he did. I only saw her reaction. She shuddered violently. Then she groaned in despair as he took several more pictures of her erect nipples.
He finally stood back and nodded to me. I squatted down behind her and pulled her little bikini panties down while Jeff continued taking pictures of her humiliation.
I started to get to my feet when her panties were lying on the floor. Jeff snapped, "Don't fucking move!"
He ordered Tawney to turn so that her side was to the movie camera. Then he ordered me to kneel behind her. When we were positioned where he wanted us he said, "Lori, I want you to kiss your lover's ass now. Kiss it all over. Then I want you to spread the cheeks of her ass apart and lick the crack of her ass just like you licked her pussy last night."
I looked up at him in shock. I thought that he must surely be kidding. He smiled and said, "It will be good practice for when you are doing it for me and my friends."
I blanched as the horror that was my immediate future tried to carve away at my brain. I forced myself once more to turn away from those terrible mental images of what was to come. The reality of the present was intolerable enough. I had to concentrate on these things he made me do. If I thought of where this was going I'd go crazy.
I touched my lips to the soft skin of my best friend's sexy ass and began to kiss her the way that Jeff had demanded. She shuddered in response to the humiliation. But she didn't move. She didn't respond in any way except to cry softly.
Jeff took so many pictures that I thought surely his memory card would have to fill up soon. There was little else that I could hope for now. But he obviously planned this very carefully. He surely had another memory card handy.
After covering my best friend's ass with soft kisses I slowly spread her ass cheeks apart. I held my breath and slid my tongue through the part, with Jeff and his camera right there to capture my humiliation.
It sounds like such a nasty thing to do. But it wasn't really. Tawney is clean. There was no unpleasant odor, no objectionable taste. It was no different than licking her anywhere else on her sexy body. It was just the idea of what I was doing and the fear that someone would see those horrid pictures that Jeff was so eagerly taking as fast as he could push the shutter button.
He let me continue to lick her ass that way for several minutes, enjoying the look on my face more than the act itself I'm sure. Then he ordered Tawney to sit down in the chair the way that I had earlier, with her legs over the padded arms.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her arms and took the seat. Jeff adjusted the movie camera again. Then, after taking more revealing pictures of her body he ordered me to kneel between her legs.
He ordered me to hold her vagina open while he took more of those vulgar and disgusting pictures. Then he ordered me to demonstrate how I had eaten her pussy last night.
Neither of us was turned on by what my asshole brother was making us do. We were horrified. Tawney's only reaction was more quiet tears as I worked my tongue into her opening for my brother's amusement.
He took a fistful of pictures and then pushed my head out of the way and put his finger inside of her. He examined her pussy closely. It was nearly identical to mine. She didn't have a noticeable hymen either. There was a small piece of thin tissue forming a half circle, like a crescent moon near her vaginal opening. It didn't block the opening, though.
He touched it with his fingertip and she jumped. He asked skeptically, "Is that it?"
Tawney sobbed and replied, "I don't know! I'm not a doctor. Hell! You've seen more vaginas than I have!"
Jeff moved so fast that neither of us saw it coming. He slapped her tit so hard that the noise was like a gunshot echoing in the room.
Tawney screamed and grabbed her breast.
Jeff laughed and said, "That's what happens when you get smart with me, bitch! You aren't going to do that again, are you?"
Tawney sniffed and massaged her tender breast. She quietly answered, "No."
Jeff straightened up with a self satisfied look on his face and said, "Fuck this shit! I've been putting this off long enough. If I don't cum soon I'm gonna cum in my pants!"
Gee. Wouldn't that be a fucking tragedy!
He started hurriedly undressing, almost tearing his clothes off. Tawney and I looked dolefully into each other's eyes. We couldn't stand to watch. I had never seen a penis before. She had seen one briefly in the dark. We were both afraid of what was about to happen. And then it hit me. Neither of us was using birth control!
I looked up at Jeff, struggling not to see his lower body. He was just pulling his jeans down, exposing his tight, white jockey shorts. I cleared my throat and said, "Jeff, we aren't on birth control. We can't ... you know."
He knew I wasn't on the pill. He probably knew that Tawney wasn't either. He nodded his head and said, "I know. But there are things we can do until you get on the pill. You can suck my cock. I can fuck your ass. And there are always rubbers."
Oh god! I couldn't possibly suck that bastard's cock! I was getting sick just thinking about it! And the other! I suddenly clamped my hand over my mouth and ran for the bathroom. I was actually physically ill thinking about the things he was going to do to us!
I made it to the bathroom just in time. I gave back my breakfast. I'm sure that's all you want to hear about that. I brushed my teeth and then, after taking a few deep breaths to calm myself, I went back out to the living room.
Jeff looked up and smiled when I entered the room. He said, "Come on, Lori. You're missing your first lesson!"
Tawney was on her knees in front of him. She was licking his cock and his balls. He had his camera pointed at her face. The movie camera had been turned to catch all of the action.
He took a few more close-ups of her face and his cock. Then he looked ruefully at the movie camera and said, "We are really going to have to get someone to act as cameraman. What do you think, Tawney? Do you think your little brother would like the job? I bet he'd love a piece of your hot little ass, too."
Tawney acted as if she hadn't even heard him. Jeff dropped the phony smile, grabbed a handful of her hair and growled, "I asked you a question, bitch! Don't you fucking ignore me!"
Tawney gasped in pain. But she did nothing to protect herself from my slimy brother. She was already crying from the humiliating things he was making her do. She finally managed to cry out, "Yes! Yes, Jeff! I think he'd like the job!"
His smile returned. I guess it wasn't a phony smile. He was really enjoying this. He held her by her hair for a few seconds longer and then pressed her face back down into his crotch.
He looked back up at me and said, "Come over here, Lori. I want you to suck on my cock while your lover licks my balls. I want my first load of cum to fill your nasty mouth, that mouth that always gets me in so much trouble. The next time you come running home to rat me out to dad you are going to remember the taste of my cum and maybe you'll think twice. But then, you are going to have a lot to remember over the next two weeks. And in case you are wondering, this doesn't end when mom and dad get home. I'm going to have that DVD for the rest of your fucking life. That one, and all the others that we are going to make. If I didn't already have a hard on my dick would get hard just thinking about it."
I finally found the strength to make my legs move. I crossed the room and stood before the monster that was my brother. I didn't know what to do. I knew what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to put my mouth on his wet, slimy cock. I didn't know if I could do it. I felt like I might get sick again just thinking about it.
Jeff smiled up at me and said, "You seem reluctant, little sister. How about if I offer you a choice? You can either get down on your knees beside your lover and start sucking my cock, or you can get down on your hands and knees and I'll fuck you like the bitch you are. It's your choice."
I shuddered in revulsion. I seemed to be doing that a lot this morning. I couldn't conceive of doing either of the things he was demanding of me. I suppose that if the time and place were right and I was with some boy that I liked, like Laney, I might have been able to let him put his dick in my mouth. I knew that girls did that. I guess most girls and women did it, at least sometimes. But the idea of it really grossed me out. It was even more disgusting to think of doing it with Jeff, the boy that I detested more than any other guy I had ever met.
I dropped to my knees beside Tawney. She was still licking and kissing my brother's balls. His cock was sticking up in the air and throbbing as if it was a living thing. Its own entity, a snakelike creature with a mind of its own. I stared at it fearfully. It looked so big! It was about six inches long and a little bit bigger around than my thumb. From what I have heard it was about average. But I've never seen one before and it looked huge to me. The idea of that thing penetrating my body scared the hell out of me.
It also looked nasty. Each time it throbbed, more of that clear fluid that covered it oozed out of the hole in the end. I had to fight back the urge to get sick again as I stared at it.
Jeff got tired of waiting for me to move. He snapped, "Hey! Stupid! Wake up! Get down here and start licking. I want to get a few pictures of the two of you working on my cock before I let you suck me off."
I snapped out of my reverie. There was no room for me between his legs. Tawney was reluctantly occupying that space. I moved up beside his right leg and leaned down, slowly closing the distance between my lips and his slimy cock.
Tawney and I glanced at each other but looked away quickly. We were both embarrassed beyond words. She turned her head slightly to make room for me. I lowered my face the rest of the way. Our cheeks touched. I could feel her working her lips over his balls. I slowly extended my tongue. I was just about to touch the tip of my tongue to his cock when he snarled, "Look at me, Lori."
I looked up and right into his camera lens. I saw his finger move and heard the faint click. He said, "Okay. Show me how much you love your big brother, sis."
I looked down and reluctantly closed the distance between my tongue and his sex organ. He sighed loudly when my tongue touched him. His cock jumped as if trying to get away from me. But it instantly snapped back, almost slapping me in the face. I tried following it with my lips and tongue but it bounced around too much. I finally gave in and carefully held the base between my thumb and my index finger.
Jeff was steady clicking away while I licked the slime from his surprisingly hard shaft. I was distracted for a moment as I took stock of what I was doing and evaluated the first cock I had ever come into contact with. I was intrigued, despite my horror at what I was being forced to do and who I was doing it with. I tried not to think about the camera and who was holding it. I examined more closely the first penis I had ever seen. It got mixed reviews.
It was straight and clean looking. Or at least it was after I licked the goo off of it. I was amazed by the combination of hard and soft. The shaft was as hard as if there was an actual bone inside, and yet the skin was so strangely soft. The head or knob at the top was soft and spongy unlike any human body part I knew of.
My reaction was as mixed as the reviews. I thought the whole thing was disgusting. And yet, I couldn't deny that I felt ... something, I don't know what, when I looked at it and felt it in my hand. I suppose that it is possible that if I was with Laney somewhere quiet and romantic I might have been a lot more receptive.
But I wasn't with Laney. I was with my psycho brother and I was being blackmailed into allowing him and god knows who else to rape me. And it was open ended. There was no way for me to know how long this would last, probably until I decided that I couldn't take it anymore and killed him.
My thoughts were interrupted by my brother. He popped me on the top of my head and said, "Okay, stupid. Start sucking. I'm not gonna last long. Watching your hot little porn flick and enjoying having two bitches sucking me off has got me really wound up tight. But just to show you what a nice guy I am, I'm going to give you a little warning. You better not spill a fucking drop. If you do you'll be sucking cocks all day and all night until you are an expert. I'll call every boy in my class and every boy in your class and you can suck them all off over and over until you've swallowed a gallon of cum. That isn't a threat, bitch. That's a promise. And I think you probably know me well enough to know that I'd get a fucking kick out of watching it."
He was right. I did know him and I did know he would enjoy seeing me suffer like that. But never having sucked a cock I was terrified. I have heard a lot of bad things about it, about how hard it is at first and how terrible cum tastes. I thought about trying to plead with him. But I looked up into that fucking camera and I didn't even have to see his cold face to know how futile it would be to beg for a little mercy.
I saw the look of fear on Tawney's face when I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around a cock for the first time. I was still closing my mouth around the head of his cock when he growled, "Watch your teeth, bitch, if you want to keep them."
I was very careful to hold my teeth away from his cock. I slid my lips down until the head of his cock came into contact with the back of my throat. I started to gag and pulled back quickly.
I was more careful on my next stroke but he wasn't satisfied. He snarled, "Use your fucking tongue! Fuck! You are such a dumb cunt!"
I was about that close to biting his fucking cock off. But despite his assertions to the contrary, I am not stupid. It was tempting. But he would probably beat me half to death if I did. Or more than half.
He was right about it not taking long. In only a couple of minutes he put the camera down. I looked up to see him tensing up. His eyes were closed and there was a look of ecstasy on his face. He shivered and groaned and suddenly my mouth began to fill with hot, bitter liquid. It was so horrible that I thought at first he might be peeing in my mouth!
It wasn't pee, though. I fought the urge to vomit. I gagged uncontrollably. But I managed to keep my lips glued to his cock until he finished. My eyes were watering and the bitter fluid was like acid in my throat.
Through my tears I saw him smiling as he watched me struggling to hold his cum in my mouth without getting sick. His amusement made me furious. Finally he said, "Carefully take your mouth away and show me what you've got there, bitch."
I was extremely careful when I removed my mouth from his still hard cock. I had no doubt that if I spilled a single drop I would be sucking the cock of every boy I knew, and a lot of others besides.
I lifted my head and opened my mouth. He grinned, lifted that fucking camera and took several pictures of the fresh load of nasty cum on my tongue.
He ordered me to swirl it around with my tongue and then he finally ordered me to swallow. I was actually relieved. I wasn't fond of the idea of swallowing that crap. But I wanted it out of my mouth.
I gagged a little when I tried to swallow. I was quickly getting used to the awful taste. But the idea of swallowing it was a little hard to take. I didn't have much choice, though. So I swallowed it all after several tries. All the time I worked to get that stuff down my throat Jeff and I were staring into each other's eyes.
Jeff finally pushed me away and put his camera down. He stood up and stopped the movie camera. Then he picked up the phone and tossed it to Tawney. He ordered her to call Barry, her fifteen year old brother.
Tawney blanched. I could see her trying desperately to think of some way to dissuade Jeff. Tawney got along with Barry about as well as I got along with Jeff. Now that I thought about it, the two boys had a lot in common.
Tawney looked up at Jeff and desperately pleaded with him. "Please, Jeff. I've done everything you wanted me to do. I promise. I'll do whatever you want. But please, not with him. Not with Barry."
Jeff loved listening to Tawney. He loved the sound of her voice when faced with about the most horrible thing she could imagine. He didn't stop her. He smiled and listened while she offered him anything. The cruel look in his eyes should have clued her in but she was desperate. I guess I understood. It was just as horrible for me having to do the things that Jeff was making me do.
Jeff stepped closer and turned his back on Tawney. He said, "We might as well put that mouth to some good use, bitch. Let's see if you are any good at eating ass."
Tawney looked like she was going to be sick. There was the strangest green pallor on her face. But she got to her knees behind him and looked at my brother's ass, the revulsion plain on her face.
She started to close in on his ass but he stopped her. "Hold on, bitch. Lori! Get the movie camera. I want to record this."
I avoided looking at Tawney. I was too embarrassed for her. I did this for her a little while ago. But that was much different than doing it for my asshole brother.
I struggled to my feet and after fiddling around for a minute I managed to remove the camera from the tripod. I've used his camera before and I knew how to operate it. I went back around them and pointed the camera at Tawney's face and Jeff's ass and turned it on.
Jeff heard the camera start up and said, "Okay, Tawney Kirk, lunch is ready."
Tawney didn't seem to notice that he had used her last name. But I did and it made me nervous. I put that out of my mind and focused on my best friend as she closed the distance between her lips and Jeff's ass. She began to kiss his ass cheeks. She moved her lips all around and then she spread the cheeks apart with her hands and I cried for her when she began to run her tongue through the crack of his ass.
He let her do that for a couple of minutes before he said, "Okay, stupid. That's nice. But that's just foreplay. I want you to eat my asshole just like you ate my sister's cunt last night. Get your tongue right up in there."
She started sobbing as she worked between the cheeks of his ass. But I could see her tongue, hard at work, burrowing into his brown, musty asshole. He made her work at that onerous chore for what seemed like a very long time. Then he spun around and before she knew what was going on he had forced the head of his cock into her mouth.
She gagged and pushed against his thighs in self defense. He moved back suddenly and faster than my eyes could follow he drew back and slapped her face violently.
She screamed and grabbed her face. Jeff still held onto her, holding a fistful of her hair in his strong grip. He leaned closer and yelled, "Don't you EVER resist me you stupid cunt! You don't fight me. You don't say no to me. You don't struggle. NEVER! Do you fucking understand me?!"
She screamed piteously once more and answered him weakly, "Yes. Yes, Jeff. I won't. I swear it. Please! You're hurting me!"
He snarled, "You'd better get used to it. Hurting you makes my dick hard."
I glanced down. His dick had already been hard. But it certainly didn't get soft while he stopped raping her mouth to slap her around and yell at her.
He straightened up again and slammed his cock back into her mouth. She choked and I saw her stomach heaving. But she remained in place with her arms hanging limp at her side while he slammed his cock into her mouth as if he was fucking her pussy.
I wanted to kill him as I watched him hurting my friend and debasing her for no other reason than it amused him. His beef was with me. It wasn't right that he should be taking it out on her. I felt so helpless that I couldn't intervene.
She started to gag and sputter after several violent minutes and I knew he was cumming in her mouth. She didn't spill any of his cum from her mouth. But two thin streams of it ran from her nose when she started choking.
I prayed that he wouldn't punish her the way he threatened to punish me earlier. Instead, he took the camera from me, turned it on me and said, "Clean your friend up."
Tawney was slumped over, crying so hard it was breaking my heart. My first inclination was to get up and get a warm cloth. But it suddenly struck me what he was telling me to do. I turned back to look at him and he smiled down at me in a way that made it obvious my suspicion was correct.
I turned to Tawney and placed my hands on her shoulders. I rested my forehead on the top of her head and said, "Sweetheart. Honey, pull yourself together. Take a deep breath and calm down."
I could barely hear her repeating under her breath, "I can't. I can't. I can't take this. I can't do these things."
I sighed and said, "Tawney, you have to. We have to. We don't have a choice. You know that."
I put my arms around her for a few minutes until she calmed down. Finally I could feel Jeff growing more impatient. I gently tilted Tawney's head back and leaned forward. She had been too traumatized to hear what Jeff had ordered me to do. She seemed to think that I was going to kiss her. When I started to lap up the cum that had escaped through her nose she cried out and tried to push me away.
I shook my head and said, "No, Tawney. Hold still. I have to do this."
It finally sank in. She closed her eyes and remained still while I lapped up the cum on her upper lip. There wasn't much. Just enough to get a little on my tongue and make me feel ill. But I did what I had to do. Then I pulled Tawney into my arms and held her.
Jeff watched us for a moment before he said, "Ahhh, isn't that sweet? Too bad same sex marriage is illegal in this state."
I started to shoot him a dirty look but I caught myself just in time. He chuckled and said, "Let her go, cunt. She has a phone call to make."
Tawney's breath caught in chest. She groaned, "Oh god. I'd rather die!"
But after taking a few deep breaths she straightened up and picked up the phone. She held it in her hands for a moment with her eyes closed, steadying herself for what she had to do. Then she dialed her number.
Her brother answered. She started to invite him to come over but Jeff reached down and took the phone from her. He pushed the button to put it on speaker phone and placed it on the table in front of her.
She said, "Barry, I'm over at Lori's house. I need you to do me a favor. Could you come over for a few minutes?"
That would have been a reasonable request if they had any kind of a relationship. They only lived at the end of the block. It would take him two minutes to walk here.
However, they got along only slightly better than I did with my brother. He snarled, "Fuck you! I'm busy."
I saw the corners of Jeff's mouth turn up into that evil grin of his. Because watching her brother fuck her was exactly what he had in mind.
Tawney looked up at Jeff as if to say that she had tried. But the warning look from Jeff made it clear that she had better do more than try.
She pleaded with him in her sweetest voice and she promised to make it worth his while. He wanted to know what was so damned important but Jeff warned her not to tell him why he needed to come over.
She finally wheedled him into it. But he was obviously not happy about it. Unfortunately, we all knew that as soon as he arrived his outlook would change.

Jeff sent us to the bathroom to clean up. I took Tawney's hand and pulled her along behind me. I closed the bathroom door behind us and took her into my arms. She had stopped crying when she was making the phone call. But she lost control and began to cry almost hysterically.

I held her tight and told her over and over how sorry I was.

She finally calmed down. She held me tight and said, "It isn't your fault. Hell, I'm the one that started all the sex stuff. I'm the one that started you on eating pussy. That's what gave him his real power over us. We can never let anyone see that movie he made. I am the one that is sorry."

I said, "Neither one of us needs to apologize. What we were doing in my bedroom last night was no one's business but ours. He had no right to invade our privacy. But unfortunately, that argument won't do much good if he shows that movie to our parents or our classmates. We are fucked. Literally!"
We took our time washing our faces and rinsing our mouths out. We dawdled as long as we dared. Then I put my hand on the doorknob and asked, "Are you ready?"

She shivered and said, "No. I can't believe what I am about to do. Not with Barry. But obviously you understand that."

I nodded and opened the door.

Chapter 3

We were just entering the living room when the doorbell rang. Jeff picked up the movie camera. There was a huge grin on his face when he ordered Tawney to go let her brother in. I noticed that he had pulled his jeans back on. Tawney and I remained naked.

Her face was white with terror. But she didn't even bother to plead with the bastard. She turned and he followed her to the door with the camera to his eye.
Tawney grabbed the doorknob. She took a deep breath and then pulled the door open.
Barry saw his sister standing there naked and he was obviously struck dumb. His jaw dropped open and he stared in disbelief at his sister's sexy body. She stepped back. I heard the nervous quiver in her voice when she quietly said, "Come in, Barry."
She was obviously nervous. Not just about being naked in the presence of her brother. But also that someone passing by outside was going to see her. Anyone walking around this neighborhood would know her. This was not that big a town. We lived on a quiet street in an older neighborhood. Most of the residents had been living here since before we were born. She kept glancing around, probably in large part to avoid having to look her brother in the eye.
Barry finally regained the power of speech. He also saw Jeff and the camera for the first time. He turned back to Tawney and demanded, "What the hell is going on?!"
She said again, with more urgency this time, "Come in. Please, Barry. Come in so I can shut the door. You'll find out everything once you get inside."
Barry stared at her tits for a long moment. Then he finally stepped inside.
Tawney quickly shut the door and turned to Jeff for further instructions.
Jeff shut the camera off. He had Barry's reaction on disk. That was what he wanted. He said, "Hey, Barry. Glad you could come. I am about to make your life a lot more interesting. Come on in and I'll explain."
It wasn't until they entered the living room that Barry finally saw me. His eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Holy shit!"
Jeff sat down and offered Barry a seat. He ordered me to get them each a Coke. Then he turned to Barry and asked, "Dude, how would you like to get laid or get a blowjob any time you want it? How would you like to be able to order your sister to undress whenever you felt like it? You could reach up under her dress and grab her cunt or you could pinch her tits and pull her around the house by her nipples. You can do anything you want to her, all night long if you want to. Does that sound like something you'd enjoy?"
Barry's eyes lit up. He had to believe the offer was legitimate under the circumstances. His sister was standing there naked, blushing and not saying a word.
I returned and handed them each a can of Coke.
Barry was still staring at Tawney in shock. He didn't answer right away. It wasn't really necessary. I think that we all knew the answer to the question. Instead he asked, "Why is she doing this? How did you get her to ... Jesus Christ! Look at her! Did you fuck her yet?"
Jeff smiled. He was just as proud of himself as he could be. He answered, "No. I didn't fuck her yet. They have both sucked my cock. And Tawney ate my ass out for a while. That was pretty cool. But I haven't fucked either one of them yet. They say they are both virgins. That isn't a problem for you is it?"
Barry exclaimed, "Hell no!"
Jeff and Barry were not the best of friends. There was a three year difference in their ages and they didn't have much to do with each other. But they knew each other and they talked sometimes. I think that Jeff must know Barry well enough by now to know that they have a lot in common.
Jeff finally explained, "I planted a camera in their room last night. I recorded what they did all night long. I thought that I was just going to get to see them naked. But I saw a hell of a lot more than that. They made a porn movie last night. Now they have to do anything I tell them or I'm going to give copies out to our parents and damn near everyone else in town. Would you like to see it?"
Barry's face lit up. He exclaimed, "Fuck yeah!"
Jeff got to his feet and took his jeans back off. Barry looked uncomfortable until Jeff explained, "It's a real hot movie. You're going to want to get a blowjob before very long. You might as well get ready."
Barry must have seen the sense in that. He stood up and quickly undressed. His cock was already hard. It wasn't quite as large as Jeff's, but almost.
Jeff turned the DVD player back on but before he pushed play he said, "Lori, go over there and sit down with Barry. Let him play with your tits and your cunt and when he wants a blowjob you give it to him. He'll have to settle for you for now. He'll have his sister to fuck with all night long if he wants."
He laughed then and said, "Hey! It looks like we are starting a sister swapping club! I wonder who else we can get to join!"
Barry seemed to find that amusing. Barry seemed to find all of this amusing. These two assholes were cut from the same cloth!
Barry pulled me down into his lap as soon as I was within reach. His hands were all over me, groping, exploring, pinching. He had, of course, even less experience with the opposite sex than Tawney or I. We had, after all, spent the morning being molested by my brother.
Jeff gave Barry time to explore my body before starting the DVD. He watched as Tawney's little brother groped me freely. I grew concerned when he started trying to force his fingers into my very dry pussy. I don't know why. My virginity no longer belonged to me. Jeff was watching with his usual leering smile and he seemed unconcerned that Barry might damage anything.
His rough groping was painful. My vagina was certainly not going to respond to that type of abuse. It was completely dry. But he kept trying to force his finger inside of me, causing me to cry out in pain as his fingers pulled at my sensitive skin. It looked like he was going to change my status as a virgin with his fingers. I expected my brother to warn him off but he didn't seem to care that I was about to lose my virginity to a clumsy finger.
Barry finally figured out that his explorations would be more productive with a little lubrication. He stuck two of his dirty fingers in my mouth. He grinned at my obvious disgust. He watched me suck on his fingers for a moment before pulling them out of my mouth and jamming them back into my pussy.
I cried out in pain as his two fingers invaded my small opening again. This time they didn't stop at the first knuckle. They sank all the way in. He was very rough and his fingers were the largest thing ever to penetrate me. The only other things that had ever been in my vagina were a tampon, Tawney's slender finger, and then, last night, her tongue.
As soon as Barry's fingers were firmly seated inside of me, Jeff said, "Watch this. This is why these two cunts have to do everything I say from now on."
He pushed play. He had backed it up to the scene where we were undressing. But after watching us undress last night he fast forwarded to the point where Tawney and I started to take turns eating each other out.
Barry continued to work his fingers in and out of me while he stared in awe at the television. He muttered obscenities under his breath. He sounded as if he was not quite sure he believed what he was seeing.
Jeff said, "I apologize for the poor quality of the recording. That's one of the reasons I had Tawney call you. I want to get some good, clear footage and I needed another cameraman."
Barry asked breathlessly, "Can I get a copy of that?"
Jeff said, "I don't know, man. If this disk gets out of my hands I lose my power over her. This way I have all the power. I own both their asses. I'm not giving Tawney to you. I'm letting you use her when I'm not using her in exchange for your help. You can fuck her or whatever. But I don't want you taking pictures or letting anyone else know about it. If I don't control how much people find out about her I could lose my power. I don't intend to let that happen."
There was just enough of a threat in his voice to get Barry's attention.
There was silence for a few minutes. They both watched the sex scene unfolding on the big screen television. Tawney and I stared at the far wall. We didn't want to see it. It isn't that we didn't think what we did was sexy. But watching a replay of what we did last night with these two perverts made it seem dirty.
I felt the lump that was Barry's hard cock under my ass. It wasn't long at all before he said, "Fuck this! I need you to get down there and suck me off before I cum all over your ass."
He pushed me out of his lap. He splayed his legs out to make room for me. But before I could get into position to suck his cock, Jeff said, "Hold on. I want to get some pictures of that."
He pushed Tawney out of his lap. With his hard cock bobbing around in front of him he went over and picked up his still camera. He got into position and said, "Tawney, get over here. Help her suck your brother's cock the way you helped her suck mine earlier."
Tawney stared at the floor while we waited for Jeff to get ready. There were twin streams of tears flowing down her cheeks. I'm sure that it was going to be harder for her to do for her little brother the things that she had done for Jeff a little earlier. I knew because I knew how much worse it was for me to do anything of a sexual nature with my brother.
Even though I have never done anything with any boy but Jeff, there was something that just twisted my guts into a knot when I had to do these things for my brother, a brother I already disliked intensely.
Jeff set up the movie camera. It was back on the tripod. He put it where he thought that he could get the best angle and started it. Then he picked up his digital camera and nodded at us.
Tawney was still staring at the floor and her eyes were so full of tears that she probably couldn't see anyway. I nudged her with my elbow. She knew what that meant. She moaned under her breath, "Oh god. I want to die!"
But she bent down and began to lick her brother's balls.
He gasped and then exclaimed, "Fuck me! God damn that feels good! We're going to be doing this a lot, sis!"
Once she was licking his balls his cock started throbbing wildly. I knew I didn't have much time. I bent down and licked the head of his cock. He groaned and his body stiffened. It was obvious that he didn't have time to enjoy foreplay. I wrapped my lips around his cock and I had just enough time to slide my cock down the shaft one time before he erupted in my mouth.
His ass came up off the cushion and his hands grabbed my hair. I groaned in pain as he pulled on my hair and I choked when he thrust his cock up while pulling down on my head, forcing the head of his cock right to the back of my throat. But I didn't struggle. I choked and I gagged. By my arms stayed right at my side and I forced myself not to pull away.
He flooded my mouth with an unbelievable amount of cum. I struggled to swallow before it began to escape. There had been no further threats. But I knew my sick brother well enough to know that he would love any opportunity to make my suffering worse. He didn't really need an excuse. But if I gave him one he would take advantage of it.
I gulped down the cum in my mouth and then remained in place until someone told me to do something else. I stopped sucking and just held Barry's cock in my mouth. It wasn't quite as hard as it was when I first wrapped my lips around it. But it didn't get soft either.
Every ten or fifteen seconds, Barry's entire body shivered as he recovered from his first blowjob. Tawney stopped licking his balls. She rested her head on his thigh and kissed them lightly. He didn't even seem to notice.
Finally, Barry tapped me on the top of the head and said, "Again."
I started moving my lips up and down his shaft again, using my tongue to tease the head and the top inch or two of his still hard cock. As soon as I started sucking her brother's cock, Tawney started licking his balls again.
He only lasted slightly longer the second time. He might have lasted three or four minutes, but certainly no longer than that. He grabbed my hair again and once more his ass came up off the seat cushion. My mouth filled up again but he didn't get quite so carried away, so violent this time. His cock still slammed into the back of my throat. But I seemed to be adjusting to that. He didn't pull my hair quite so hard this time, though. I was grateful for that.
I swallowed his cum again. He sat there with his head back, breathing heavily for a moment. Then he sat up and pushed my head away. He said, "Not bad! Not bad at all! Now why don't you give Tawney a nice big kiss and thank her for all of her help."
I waited for Tawney to straighten up. When she did we kissed and then I quietly thanked her for helping me.
Barry watched us but he wasn't satisfied. He exclaimed derisively, "Shit! You can do better than that! I want to see some affection, girls!"
Out of the corner of my eye I saw how much Jeff was enjoying our torment. That only made it worse.
I took Tawney in my arms and we kissed more like we kissed last night when we were alone in my room. It was what they wanted to see.
While we were kissing, Barry said to Jeff, "Instead of watching that movie of yours, why don't we have them re-enact it for us? I'd like to see these two hot cunts in a sixty-nine. They can get each other nice and wet and then we can fuck the bitches."
Jeff responded, "I like the way your mind works, Barry. But I want to see something first."
He moved the movie camera, focusing it on the coffee table. He handed the still camera to Barry and said, "Get some good pictures. I want to check something out."
He showed Barry how to use the camera and then he ordered Tawney up onto the coffee table on her back.
She had a dull, listless expression on her face. But I could still see the fear in her eyes. She obeyed, though. She got up and sat on the coffee table, mindful of the movie camera. She didn't know what they were going to do. But she knew she had to present the camera with a good view of her vulnerable body.
She carefully leaned back and stretched out on the cold, hard wood and waited.
Jeff lifted her legs and spread them far apart. Barry got some close-ups of her pussy and Jeff examined it closely for a long moment. He lowered one of her legs. Then he lowered the other, spreading her wide open in the process. He leered down at her and ordered her to hold her pussy open.
She sobbed quietly. But she obediently reached down and spread herself open for the two perverts. They both examined her closely now. Finally, Jeff pointed to the small, crescent shaped flap of skin that slightly overlapped one side of her vaginal opening and said, "This must be her hymen. I thought the damned things covered up the hole so you could tell when they have been fucked. Lori doesn't have one at all."
Barry surprised us all then. He knew something about hymens that none of us knew, not even us two girls! He said, "I saw something on the internet that said that as girls get older their hymens can recede and even disappear and that a lot of girls don't even have them. It said that it can still hurt them when they first have sex because it stretches them out. But a lot of times there is no hymen and they don't even bleed."
Jeff stared at Tawney's pussy for a minute. Then he said, "Put that camera down and go get the movie camera. I'm going to see what happens when I spread her cunt open with my fingers."
Barry got a huge grin on his face. He scrambled to switch cameras while Tawney lay still and continued to sob pitifully. But she was still holding herself open and she never said a word.
When Barry was ready with the movie camera, Jeff moved out of the way and ordered me to moisten Tawney's pussy with my tongue. Barry came in as close as the camera would allow and recorded everything as I bent down and began to run my tongue through my friends pussy. I remembered how nervous I was last night when I did this for the first time. But compared to the nasty things we were forced to do for our brothers now, this was much nicer. If I hung around these two boys much longer I was going to turn gay!
He let me eat her pussy for a couple of minutes before he pushed me out of the way. I am embarrassed to admit that I was as curious as those two cretins. I watched while Jeff inserted two fingers into Tawney and slowly pushed them in as far as he could. We all watched her tender, sensitive flesh close around his fingers.
Tawney continued to hold herself open. We had an excellent view.
Tawney moaned in pain when Jeff's two fingers bottomed out. But nothing happened.
Jeff tried it again with three fingers.
Tawney cried out this time. She finally spoke. "Please, Jeff! That hurts!"
Jeff ignored her. He left his three fingers buried to the hilt inside of her and looked at the surrounding area. He paid special attention to that small flap of skin that was pressing up against one of his fingers. I could see that it was stretched uncomfortably taut.
He pulled his hand back and lined the index and middle fingers of both hands up with her opening and slowly began to apply pressure with al four fingers at the same time.
Nothing happened at first. The tips of his fingers gained admittance and he stopped for a second when Tawney gasped in pain. But then he slowly pushed all four fingers into her and she came right up off of the table and grabbed his wrists.
She screamed, "Stop it!"
We looked down and I think we were all surprised to see that the little flap of skin had torn and was folded up out of the way now. There were a few drops of blood on the area where the tear occurred and on her tender flesh near his fingers.
Jeff laughed and said, "That was it! I'll be damned."
He pulled his fingers out of her but said, "Keep filming. We should have a record of the first cock to enter her."
With that he moved closer and pulled her ass down further, right to the edge of the coffee table. Barry filmed it all as Jeff lined the head of his hard cock up and forced it inside of her.
She cried out again. But he ignored her and slowly worked his cock all the way inside of her. He stopped moving when her tight pussy was clamping down on his entire shaft. It was obvious from his expression how much he enjoyed the idea of raping her and of being the first.
She cried out again when he pulled out and each time he slammed back into her. But she eventually stopped and just cried quietly while he raped her.
I wasn't too worried when it looked like he was going to cum inside of her. I knew her cycle nearly as well as I knew my own. I knew that her period was due any day now. Whatever damage Jeff and Barry could do to us, he couldn't make us pregnant. Her period would start tomorrow or the next day and mine a day or two after that.
But he didn't know that and I guess he wasn't ready to be a daddy. He pulled out of her when he was about to cum and before I realized what he was doing he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head down to his cock. He thrust it into my mouth before I could react and he started cumming almost immediately.
When the throes of orgasm released him from their grip he smiled at Barry and said, "We can't cum inside of their cunts yet. Not until they get on the pill. I don't want to knock them up and spoil the fun. That means you, too."
Barry nodded and with an evil smile on his face he said, "No problem. I wouldn't want to have to explain knocking the bitch up to my parents. They probably wouldn't see the humor in it."
Jeff held his hand out for the camera and offered, "Care to take the bitch for a ride?"
Barry exclaimed, "Hell yeah!"
Tawney groaned. She lifted her head, looked at her brother and whispered, "Oh god, Barry no!"
He moved up between her legs and rested his hard cock on her slit. He smiled down at her, leaned over and grabbed one of her tits in each hand and asked, "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this? Hardly a night goes by that I don't lie in my bed and imagine you naked and helpless while I plow into you like a fucking jackhammer. Sis, you got a long night ahead of you!"
She let her head fall back to the table with a loud, painful thump. Then she stared at the ceiling and waited for it to be over.
He slid his hard cock through her slit for a minute, taking pleasure from her suffering. Then he wedged the spongy tip into the opening to her vagina and slammed it into her, his smile dissolving and his cruel face finally showing how he really felt about her.
She cried out again. But then she gripped the sides of the coffee table and hung on. I watched the violent swaying of her breasts as he slammed into her with one violent stroke after another. I thought that it must be painful to have them moving like that. But he had a solution to that problem. I know he didn't do it for her benefit. But his hands went back up and he grabbed one of her tits in each hand. He began to squeeze them harder and harder as he began to quickly near orgasm.
While Barry raped his sister, Jeff recorded the entire act with his movie camera. He was careful to record all of the details. He spent a lot of the time recording the abject misery on her face. I think that turned him on most of all.
I hadn't moved when the two boys traded places. I was still handy when Barry felt his orgasm about to overtake him. He pulled out of Tawney and just the way he watched Jeff do it earlier, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face down to his damp, throbbing cock.
I opened my mouth but the first spurt of cum shot between my lips before I even had his cock in my mouth. His cock slammed into my mouth with nearly as much violence as he had been raping his sister a moment ago. My lips closed around his shaft and the next several spurts filled my mouth. I swallowed quickly to get that horrible tasting stuff off of my tongue. I could handle a mouthful of it without gagging and choking now, as long as the cock didn't stab at the back of my throat. But I don't think I'll ever get used to that taste.
Barry held my face in place in his crotch as he shook and quivered through his orgasm. His cock started going soft, finally. I think that it had been hard since his sister opened the door for him a little while ago. It had still been hard after I sucked his cock not long after he arrived.
He finally released his painful grip on my hair and collapsed on his ass on the rug in front of the couch. He leaned back against the couch and said with a voice full of wonder, "I must be the luckiest son of a bitch in town! This is going to be the best summer vacation I ever had!"
Jeff laughed and said, "The fun won't end when school starts. I'm always going to own these two bitches. With the shit I have on disk now, fuck! They will belong to me until I'm too old to get it up anymore. And I'm still going to make them suck my fucking cock!"
I was reasonable certain that our involuntary servitude would not last that long. But our futures looked pretty bleak.
Both boys were sated for the moment. Tawney was no longer a virgin and I knew it wouldn't be long before I could say the same. They got up and sat on either end of the couch. Jeff said, "Get us another Coke and then take your girlfriend into the back and rinse her off. And I suppose you might want to brush your teeth."
I brought them each a can of Coke. Then I helped Tawney to her feet. She was still crying quietly and she groaned in pain when she first started moving around. I put my arm around her shoulder and guided her to the bathroom. I sat her down on the toilet. I asked her if she was alright.
She looked at me like I was crazy and exclaimed, "Hell no I'm not alright! Your brother and my brother just raped me. Your brother tore my hymen with his fingers! It hurts! And now I hear that the rest of my life will be spent as his fucking sex slave! Does that sound alright to you?!"
I know that she had just had it a hell of a lot worse than I did and I understood that she was right on the edge of freaking out. I put my arms around her and held here head against my breast while she cried. I tried to soothe her. I tried to assure her that we would get out of this somehow. But to be honest, I had no idea how.
Things looked pretty hopeless at the moment. The idea that my father or the boys in my class might see that first disk and the second one he had been filling up with the things he made us do today ... I couldn't handle that. I could not let that happen.
Tawney's nearly hysterical crying began to abate after a few minutes. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She put her arms around my waist and held me for a few minutes longer. Then she straightened up and quietly said, "Go brush your teeth. I have to pee."
I turned away and started for the sink. I heard her urine begin to flow into the toilet and she cried out briefly at the start. I turned back around to see what was wrong. She grinned sheepishly and said, "Sorry. It stings."
I brushed my teeth quickly. Then I sat on the side of the tub and asked, "What was it like?"
She didn't answer at first. Finally, after thinking about her answer for a few minutes she said, "I am not sure that I can say. The pain from my hymen wasn't that bad and it was over quickly. It was a terrible thing to do, especially the way he did it. I'm not sure I can tell you what it was like to have sex. That's what you're asking isn't it?"
I nodded.
She sighed and said, "I was pretty much out of it. I was so upset with those two assholes that it is hard to know what I was feeling. It wasn't pleasant. It isn't like I was with some guy I liked and I was turned on. It hurt, especially at first. After that it was more irritating than painful, irritating and humiliating. Jesus, Lori! I have never been so fucking degraded in my life! And it is just beginning. I hate my brother now more than ever! How can I do those things with him, for the rest of my life!?"
I got up and turned on the shower. There wasn't anything that I could say to make her feel better. I felt almost as awful as she did. The only difference was probably that I had a bit of a temper. I was so mad that I wanted to kill them. That was the only reason I wasn't crying and moping just like she was.
But Jeff had a temper that made mine look like a sense of humor. He scared the hell out of me. There was no doubt in my mind that he was going to make my life unbearable from now on. And he was going to enjoy it just as much as he was going to enjoy raping me at every opportunity.
We took a quick shower. I examined her pussy carefully for any damage. I could see the remnants of that tiny piece of tissue that had apparently been her hymen after all. It had been small to start with. I almost couldn't find it now. Except for the absence of that small crescent she looked exactly the same to me now as she did last night.
Her pussy was still sensitive to the touch, but not quite painful. She had calmed down a little finally. She brushed her teeth. We dried and brushed our hair. Then we had no reason to delay the inevitable any longer. We held hands, took a deep breath and went back down the hall to the living room.
We weren't surprised to find both of those perverts watching the disk Jeff had made this morning. They were sitting there with erections, commenting on us, our bodies, our expressions, our reactions; everything we did seemed to amuse them.
My nerves made it hard for me to walk normally when I got to the living room and saw them. I was reminded that it was my turn to lose my virginity. Both of those assholes would probably rape me, just as they had Tawney. The very idea of it turned my stomach. But I didn't doubt that I would soon be doing much worse thing for my brother's amusement than lying down and spreading my legs. He had a very dirty mind. I was pretty sure that he had some pretty perverse acts in store for me.
It started as soon as we entered the room. Jeff picked up the movie camera and ordered us to lie down on the floor and get into position for a sixty-nine.
I hated it that we had to perform this way to amuse them. It had been such a wonderful thing when we had done the things we did in what we thought was the privacy of my room last night. But on the practical side, I knew it would work to my advantage when I was getting raped in a few minutes if my pussy was wet and relaxed. And there was no question in my mind that I would soon be raped by both of these creeps.
Also on the plus side, if I had to do something of a sexual nature I would much rather be doing it with Tawney than either one of them.
The things that Tawney was doing to me with her tongue felt as good as they did last night. But neither of us became aroused. I knew that I was soon going to be glad for the moisture she was providing. But with those two goons watching us and photographing us the way they were we could probably do this all day without reaching orgasm.
I suppose that watching us began to get boring when it became obvious that we were not aroused by what they were making us do. I heard Jeff say something quietly to Barry. Then he picked Tawney up and moved her out of the way. I opened my eyes to see his cock, hard, throbbing, and drooling once again. It seemed like that damned thing was always hard and I wondered how many times a day he could do this.
He prodded me with his foot as if I were a farm animal he was trying to prod into position. I rolled over and got up on my hands and knees. He got on his knees between my legs. He slid his hard cock up and down between my ass cheeks, spreading his lubricant as he went and enjoying the sensations. That made me nervous. But he was just teasing me. He had no intention of fucking my ass. Not yet.
He adjusted his position and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my slit. I was still very wet with Tawney's saliva. So I wasn't worried too much about lubrication. But I was worried. I've examined myself several times and I have never seen a hymen. But I am embarrassed to say that the female anatomy is almost as big a mystery to me as it is to most boys. Apparently not Barry, though.
I had no idea what to expect. The possibility that this was going to be painful and cause me to bleed made it impossible to relax. Add to that the fact that I detested the son of a bitch that was about to rape me. This was not what I had in mind for my first sexual experience with a boy.
He started applying force but he didn't have his cock lined up correctly and it slipped away from my opening. I reached down, guided the head of his cock back to my vagina and held it in place while he started pushing again.
I felt sensitive vagina stretching as his cock began to enter me. It was uncomfortable at first. But nothing tore. There was no blood or even real pain. His cock slid in slowly and he sighed with pleasure as my pussy gripped it firmly.
He quickly buried it inside of me and I felt his warm body pressing against my ass. He sighed loudly again and said to Barry, "You are going to love this, man! Her cunt is so tight and so hot! It feels like she is squeezing my cock with her fist, only better."
Barry said in a voice full of awe for his hero, Jeff, "How fucking hot is that?! Popping two cherries in less than an hour! You are one lucky son of a bitch!"
Barry was supposed to be filming my rape for Jeff. But he sounded so close! I opened my eyes and was surprised to see Barry bending down in front of me. He wasn't recording Jeff's cock entering me. He was recording my face. I blushed even more furiously. But I had only to close my eyes and he disappeared.
After all the blowjobs he already had today, and after fucking Tawney a little while ago, Jeff was finally able to last a reasonable amount of time. He fucked me hard and fast for more than twenty minutes. I wasn't that happy about it. I hated what he was doing and I never got turned on. I would have been a lot happier with a two minute fuck.
I heard him call Tawney over and I remembered what I had been forced to do when they raped her. I knew then that he was finally about to have an orgasm. He pulled out of me suddenly and I heard her gag as he started fucking her face for fifteen or twenty seconds before he cried out and filled her mouth with cum.
But I didn't move. I knew it wasn't over yet.
There was movement behind me and I felt Barry getting into position. He slowly worked his cock into me and then started pistoning as violently as my brother had just moments ago. He was about half way through when he rested his body on mine and reached under me and grabbed my breasts. He started squeezing and pulling on them hard enough to make me cry out in pain.
He chuckled and quietly said, "Get used to it, bitch. That's what those fucking things are for. God put them there for guys to hold onto."
He continued to maul my tits for another ten minutes or so until he finally pulled out and rammed his cock into his sister's waiting mouth.
As soon as he pulled his cock out of me I collapsed on the floor. I covered my face with my hands and cried quietly for a long time. I didn't think that there was a chance in hell, but I really hoped they were done, at least for now.
They weren't. After resting a few minutes, Jeff said, "I'm getting hungry. Let's go out for a burger."
He wasn't asking us. Barry grinned and said, "That sounds like fun. I bet there's a good crowd over at Rudy's."
Rudy's is a teen hangout. It's a restaurant near the high school. It's usually crowded after school and all during the summer. Kids go there to meet their friends and spend most of the day talking and cutting up and sipping on one soft drink. But the burgers are pretty good and if I wasn't so certain that Jeff was going to make this a very unpleasant experience for me and Tawney I would have been happy to go.
Jeff grabbed Tawney and pulled her to her feet. He said to Barry, "If you want to take a shower before we go you can use Lori. She can wash your back for you."
Chapter 4
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Chapter Four
Posted: June 11, 2009 - 08:54:27 pm
Jeff went to my parent's room to use their master bath. I led Barry to our bathroom and gave him a shower. I ended up washing a hell of a lot more than his back. He didn't make it easy, either. His hands were all over me. I was his hottest wet dream come true. I was a pretty naked girl that he could do anything he wanted to. He was like a fucking octopus!
It would have been bad enough just having to be naked in the room with him. I couldn't get used to the fact that a boy could see those parts of my body that I kept private all of these years. My breasts and my vulva seemed to tingle as if the act of looking created a physical connection between his eyes and my body. What was more disturbing was that now that the rapes had already occurred and the fear was not as great my body seemed to be reacting to being touched and being seen in ways that it hadn't before.
I wasn't about to start begging boys to "take me I'm yours." But I couldn't deny that spending the day in the nude with boys around was different than being nude and alone. Don't misunderstand. I was not beginning to enjoy my involuntary servitude and my mental state was nearly as fragile and as unstable as Tawney's was now.
The future seemed so hopeless. I felt like crying all the time. I wanted to find someplace to hide. And yet my skin tingled because I was naked, on display, and helpless to do anything but submit to my brother and anyone else he might designate.
Jeff heard us coming out of the bathroom after our shower and he called us into my bedroom. He was sitting on my bed watching Tawney destroy one of my skirts. Jeff had dug out two short, pleated skirts and ordered her to slice one of them from the hem to the waistband in two places on a line from the front center of each of her thighs.
She was just finishing up the second cut when we entered the room. She put the skirt on and walked back and forth while Jeff watched and evaluated the effect. He wasn't satisfied. He called her over to where he was sitting and selected one pleat on each side where she had just slit the skirt with the scissors. He ordered her to remove that piece of material.
By the time she finished and put the skirt back on it wasn't much more than a damned loincloth! It was short, but it covered her ass and her sides. There was a one inch gap of exposed flesh down the front center of each thigh and then the remaining flap down the center of the front of the skirt that covered her pussy and her inner thighs.
Every step she took now revealed her flesh all the way up to her waistband. It was obvious that she was wearing nothing under the skirt. She looked like a street walker! It was awful. And now it was my turn.
I put the other skirt on. The skirts were daring enough without being altered. They were very short. Not much longer than a cheerleader's skirt. They were flirty and bounced around enticingly with every step. But with the alterations that Jeff was requiring they were very nearly obscene. No, not nearly. They were obscene.
I stood in front of Jeff and he pointed out the two pleats that he wanted me to remove. I removed the skirt and worked carefully with the scissors, trying not to imagine what it was going to be like to walk into Rudy's and have all those kids that knew us see Tawney and me this way.
My life was never going to be the same from the time we entered that restaurant today. Even if nothing else happened, my reputation, and Tawney's, were going to go right down the drain. Our girlfriends were going to think we had suddenly turned into sluts and every boy in town was going to think we were easy. But then, I guess we are now. We were no longer in control of our own bodies.
While I was altering, or perhaps I should say destroying my skirt, Jeff got up and went back into my closet. I heard him moving clothes around for several minutes. He finally came back out with two white, sleeveless blouses. He handed one to Tawney and then sat back down on the bed to watch me.
Tawney began to put the blouse on, obviously grateful for the opportunity to cover her breasts at last. We had been naked for a long time. But before she could button it, Jeff said, "Don't button it. Just tie it under your tits."
I saw Tawney slump in dismay and then surrender once more. She rolled the bottom of the blouse up and knotted it under her breasts. It gaped open, revealing an incredible amount of curved breast flesh. When she moved her arms you could catch an occasional glimpse of her nipple. But without a bra under that nearly sheer blouse you could see her nipples fairly well anyway.
I finished removing the two pleats that Jeff had ordered me to cut out. I put the skirt on and looked down.
I heard Jeff chuckle at the consternation on my face.
I already knew how bad it was going to be from watching Tawney moving around. But looking down and seeing so much of my skin on display made me sick. My bikini wasn't this revealing!
I took several steps and each time either of my legs moved forward the skirt separated, gaping open until my pubic hair missed being on display by only a fraction of an inch.
My heart was already beating erratically as I contemplated almost everyone I knew seeing me walk into a public restaurant like this. This was more terrifying than losing my virginity. This was that naked dream come to life!
But of course Jeff loved it. He grinned and waved me closer with his finger. I took a couple of steps and stood in front of him. He placed his hand possessively on my bare upper thigh. Then he moved it up and slid his finger through my only just barely covered slit.
I jumped when his finger touched my pussy. But I wanted to crawl into a hole when he took his hand away and held up his finger. It was moist with my juices. I think I was more shocked than he was!
He smiled up at me and sneered, "You fucking slut! If it turns you on to dress like this in your bedroom you're going to have a blast when we get to Rudy's."
I shook my head and pleaded, "No. Please, Jeff. We are doing everything you tell us to do. Don't do this to us. You know we'll be ruined if you make us go out like this. All our friends will be there. You know what they are going to think."
He laughed and said, "Yeah. And they'll be right."
He handed me the other blouse he had selected. This one was even more sheer, more revealing than the one he was making Tawney wear. I put it on and tied it under my breasts. I was still standing in front of Jeff. He reached up and twisted my nipples through the material, making them stand up and seem even more obvious.
He shook his head and said, "It's too bad that's the most revealing blouse you have. You have such nice tits. They should be displayed more prominently."
Barry, who had been leaning against the doorframe watching Jeff get us ready to go out suggested, "Why don't you have them put lipstick on their nipples? That'll make them stand out."
The rotten little bastard!
Jeff exclaimed, "Damn! Why didn't I think of that?! Way to go, Barry!"
The order was given and they watched us apply lipstick to each other's nipples. The effect was absolutely vulgar, especially on me. Tawney applied the lipstick to my nipples. They quickly grew hard as she worked on them, of course. I patted them off with tissue to remove the excess so that it wouldn't stain my blouse and retied the knot under my breasts. Then I turned to look at myself in the mirror.
I could very nearly see my pussy under what remained of my skirt and my breasts were entirely too visible under the nearly sheer blouse. But my nipples stuck out as if they were illuminated!
My legs trembled at the idea of going out of my house this way. It was bad enough that these two boys were seeing me this way. I just couldn't do it. I could not bring myself to step out of my house like this; much less enter a restaurant full of kids that I knew.
I fell to my knees and covered my face in my hands. I began crying and I could hear myself repeating, "I can't. I can't do this. I just can't!"
Jeff stood up, crossed the room and kicked my exposed ass. I didn't even try to protect myself. I held my face in my hands and continued to repeat that I could not do what he wanted.
Jeff left the room and came back with two plastic shopping bags. He handed one to Barry and said, "Let's blanket the street with them first. Let all the neighbors see what two teenage lesbos do when they have a sleepover. Then we'll go to Rudy's and hand out disks to all the kids that are there. Just make sure you save one for yourself and one for your parents."
Even with that threat hanging over my head I couldn't bring myself to move. They left my room and I could hear them heading for the front door. I wanted to stop them. I just couldn't get up. I couldn't say the words.
Tawney ran after them and I heard a quiet buzz of conversation in the foyer. A couple of minutes later she came back into my room and helped me to my feet. She held me in her arms and said, "Lori, we don't have a choice. We have to do whatever they want. They are going to do it. They have about a hundred copies of that movie in those bags. They don't care about us. They'll ruin us either way. I can't let my parents see that movie! I would just die if my dad saw me doing those things. And honey, that isn't even the worst of it. He has that disk full of awful things that he made us do today that he hasn't copied yet. Lori, come on. Hell, you're stronger than I am. Pull yourself together. We have to do this. And you have to be strong because if you cave I won't be able to do this alone. Please, Lori. You have to do this."
She was right, of course. I knew she was right. Whatever it was that Jeff had in mind for us today could not be worse than having all of my neighbors and all of my friends and finally my parents seeing that disk, and the second one he hadn't made copies of yet.
I stepped back and said, "I know. I know I have to do it. I just don't know if I can."
I sighed and said, "I'll go wash my face. But Tawney, you can't count on me to be strong for you. It is all I can do to put one leg in front of the other, especially in this skirt!"
Tawney nodded and said, "I guess we are both going to have to try to be stronger and help each other through this. I know I haven't been much help. And I know that this is my fault. If I hadn't all but seduced you last night we wouldn't be in this mess."
I smiled wryly. I said, "You didn't rape me, Jeff did. You didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do. If you think back you will remember that I went just as crazy as you did last night. I don't blame you. We had every right to expect that what we did behind my closed bedroom door was private."
I sighed and said, "Tell that son of a bitch that I'll be right out. We don't want him passing out those disks."
I joined them in the living room a few minutes later. Tawney was sitting in Jeff's lap. His finger was sliding in and out of her pussy rapidly. I was shocked when I saw her face. She had her eyes closed. Her face was bright red and it looked very much like she was getting turned on. Jeff had tucked the front flap of her little skirt into her waistband and she was completely exposed.
He looked at me when I came into the room. He looked pissed. He snapped, "Well, did you get it out of your system?"
Tawney came to her senses when she realized I was there. She opened her eyes and sat up a little straighter.
I replied, "What do you expect from me, Jeff? How do you expect me to react to all of this? I was a virgin less than two hours ago. I'm not the slut that you are trying to make me into. This is hard for me ... for us."
Jeff shook his head as if he thought he was talking to someone with a mental handicap. He said, "You dumb cunt! You are supposed to hate it! That is why it turns me on so fucking much. But I already told you, I'm not going to put up with a bunch of hassle. You fucking know where you stand and what your options are. You have one option. You do what the fuck I tell you to do. It's okay if you hate it and I don't even mind if you cry. Hell! That turns me on, too. But I'm not going to keep threatening you. I am, however, going to punish you. You are soon going to understand why you want to do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. Now get your ass over here."
I went over and stood in front of him. I think that I had finally reached the point of total surrender. I knew he was right. Now, in addition to the fun and games he already had on his dirty little mind he was going to do something even worse to punish me. I may be blonde, but I'm not stupid. If you beat me long enough I'm going to figure out that I don't like getting beaten and I'll stop doing whatever it is that led to the beating. Or at least I'll try. I suppose that the punishment could be so horrific that I couldn't bring myself to do it. It was best not to think about that. I will have to keep reminding myself that I have no choice. My body no longer belongs to me.
Jeff pulled his wet finger out of Tawney's pussy and offered it to me. I leaned forward and took his finger into my mouth. That was no punishment and he knew it. He was just putting me in my place.
We went out and got in his car. Jeff picked up both of his cameras on the way out. I knew as soon as I saw him grab the cameras that it was going to be a very bad day. We were not just going out for a hamburger in slutty clothes. Jeff had something horrible in store for us in his perverted little mind.
Jeff's pride and joy was a five year old Mustang convertible. It was a real piece of junk when he bought it. But I had to give him credit for doing this right, at least. He had worked his butt off restoring that car and it was beautiful now. And I'm not a car person, but even I thought it sounded kind of hot when he started it up.
Tawney sat in front with Jeff. I got in back with Barry. I was still trying to adjust my loincloth skirt when he pulled me closer. He pulled the front flap of my skirt up, baring my pussy and started groping me. The look of lust on his face was disturbing. He looked half crazed.
To make matters even worse, Jeff put the convertible top down so that pedestrians and people in full size cars and pickup trucks would have a good view of us. He ordered Tawney to tuck the front of her skirt back into her waistband. He watched her obey. He reached over the armrest and patted her pussy possessively. Then he backed out of the driveway.
Our situation instantly worsened. As soon as we started down the street the breeze began to waft under our blouses, causing them to balloon away from our breasts and remain open, revealing even more of our breasts to anyone who cared to look.
Tawney reached up as if to hold her blouse together but Jeff snapped at her and she dropped her arms.
It wasn't too bad until we got out to the main road. Our speed and therefore the breeze increased. And now there were other vehicles around. At first I found myself glancing around nervously to see who might be getting a good look at my nearly naked body. But when I realized that complete strangers were, indeed, looking into the car and looking at my tits and my pussy I couldn't take it any longer. I turned my head to the front and stared sightlessly through the center of the windshield.
I wondered if this might be my punishment for not immediately obeying Jeff earlier. But since Tawney was being subjected to the same humiliation that I was I reasoned that this was just Jeff being Jeff.
I tried not to look down as we traveled slowly down the four lane road in heavy traffic. But I couldn't help being aware of how often my blouse blew open and my naked breasts were on view to people all around us.
I heard horns blowing from time to time, especially from nearby pickup trucks. One old guy driving a cement truck stayed beside us for nearly two blocks. I could see him hanging out of the window of his truck, staring openly at Tawney and me. He called something out to us. His truck was making too much noise so I couldn't understand his words. But his meaning was clear. He stayed beside our car until he nearly killed the people in the small car in front of his truck, almost not stopping in time at a red light.
The most embarrassing incident, though, was when Jeff moved over into the right hand lane and we ended up having to stop for a red light a couple of blocks farther down the road. We came to a stop right in front of a crowded bus stop. I don't think anyone noticed at first. But I heard someone exclaim, "Son of a bitch! Look at that! I can see her tits!"
We were close enough to the curb that they could see down into the car. A moment later someone pointed out to the guy who first noticed our tits that our skirts were tucked into our waistbands.
We were forced to sit there with a dozen or more strangers staring at our tits and our pussies until the light changed. I couldn't even force myself to look over there. I didn't know who was staring at my all but naked body. But I heard several people making crude remarks and I heard several women who made it clear how disgusted they were.
It seemed to take an hour for that fucking light to change. But we finally got the green light and slowly pulled away from the bus stop. I could see the left side of Tawney's face. She was staring straight ahead. Her cheeks were bright, bright red. But at least she didn't start crying.
It wasn't until we were moving down the block again that I felt my skin prickling as if I had been running naked through a patch of nettles. It wasn't that I was turned on. I wasn't. Or at least I don't think my body was reacting that way. I was just so embarrassed that I was blushing all over my body.
It was more than embarrassment, though. I don't know what it's like to be a boy. But I know that there are differences between the sexes. One glaring difference is body image and body awareness. Girls are raised differently in that aspect of their upbringing more than any other. We are raised to be modest and to protect our bodies from prying eyes. It becomes automatic, a part of us.
Once we start going through puberty the conflict begins. I know that I am supposed to have a problem with being objectified. And to an extent I do. But at the same time, we take pride in our appearance and our sexuality and we harbor a secret, or not so secret pride when boys find us attractive.
We want that. We want boys to think we are sexy and to find us desirable. But it also makes us a little uncomfortable. Keep in mind that these are generalities. Girls, and women, are different just like boys are different. But we all have a lot of our self esteem wrapped up in our body image. Being forced to cede control of our bodies to a boy, especially a cruel boy that we hate is incredibly traumatic.
I will confess that I have had fantasies in which boys saw me naked. I'm sixteen and my hormones are raging just like everyone else my age. But I never imagined it would every actually happen. Or at least not like this!
My reverie was interrupted when Jeff pulled into the crowded parking lot in front of Rudy's. We were allowed to straighten our clothing, for all the good it did. We climbed out of the car. I was glad that no one was near us because for a long moment as I stepped out of the back seat it looked like I was naked from the waist down.
Jeff ordered me to go first, followed by Tawney. Jeff and Barry walked behind us in anticipation of enjoying the responses of the kids inside to our slutty outfits.
They got what they wanted. There was a noticeable drop in the noise level when we stepped inside. I was forced to look around, trying to find an empty table. In the process I couldn't help but see the faces on the kids that saw me, and quickly pointed us out to their table mates.
Everywhere I looked I saw stunned faces. The girls were stunned and stared in disbelief. The boys were stunned and instantly excited by our display. They stared in obvious appreciation.
I was unable to locate an empty table. Jeff came up behind me and looked around. He spotted a table in the back occupied by two of his friends and directed me through the crowd with the intention of joining them.
As we moved through the crowded room a circle of silence followed us. With every step that Tawney or I took we nearly exposed our pussies. And as we walked our breasts swayed gently, drawing the eye to our lipstick tinted nipples, and then to our breasts as they were nearly uncovered by our movements.
When we reached the table Jeff's two friends were staring in disbelief at Tawney and me. Jeff asked if we could join them and it took a moment for one of them, Stan, to finally come to his senses and exclaim, "Hell yeah! Jesus! What got into you two?!"
Jeff ordered Tawney and me to find two more chairs. We started looking around for empty chairs while Jeff and Barry sat down to watch the fun. I spotted one nearby and pointed it out to Tawney.
She went over to ask the three boys at the table if she could take it. It took them a long moment to stop staring long enough to give her permission. She carefully bent down to pick the chair up. But even as carefully as she moved I saw one of her breasts come uncovered and that little flap of cloth that was the front of her skirt all but disappeared between her thighs.
Everyone around us was watching. Tawney turned an even darker shade of red. But she picked up the chair and carried it back to the table. She squeezed into the small space that they made for her between Jeff and Stan.
Now everyone was watching me. I located another empty chair. It was almost half way across the room. This was an especially busy time for Rudy's. It was always busier than usual when school first let out for the summer. There were only three places to be and be seen in this town. Here, at the mall, or at one of the small beaches down at the lake outside of town that the kids pretty much took over during summer vacation.
I looked around one more time but I couldn't see another empty chair that was anywhere nearby. I moved carefully between the tables until I came to the table with the empty chair.
Seated at the table were Lynne, Becky, and a cute girl who, believe it or not was named Tommie. She said her parents wanted a boy but after three tries gave up. So they named her after her father anyway.
All three girls were in my class. They stared at me in shock, long after I asked if I could take the chair. Finally, Lynne asked, "Lori? What the hell? What has gotten into you?"
I was at a loss. I knew I was going to be humiliated here today. But I hadn't anticipated having to explain myself to my friends. I think that they must have seen something in my face that made it clear that I was not doing this of my own free will. It had to be obvious how uncomfortable I was. Tommie glanced over at our table and said, "Jeff is responsible for this. Isn't he?"
I was relieved that they figured it out. I glanced over my shoulder nervously. I saw how much Jeff, and now the other three boys were enjoying my suffering. I turned back and quietly answered, "I can't talk now. I'm sorry."
They had seen what happened when Tawney picked up her chair, how exposed she had been. Lynne reached out and put her hand over mine on the back of the chair and asked, "Would you like me to take that over there for you?"
I smiled a weak smile and answered, "I would like that very much. But I'm sure I'll regret it if you do. Thanks for asking. I appreciate it."
Lynne said, "Call me when you can."
I nodded, more grateful than I can say when I realized that they were sympathetic and understood that something evil was happening here.
I bent to pick up the chair. I was mortified when my breast was exposed, even though I was pretty sure it was going to happen. My face burned as even more blood rushed to my cheeks. I heard several loud gasps from around us.
I ignored the reactions from the kids around me and picked up the chair. I carried it through the crowd, walking carefully to avoid baring my pussy in public, too. I was almost back to our table when, as I squeezed between two tables full of kids I felt a hand reach up under my skirt and come to rest on my ass.
I almost screamed. But I managed to repress it and tried to act as if it wasn't happening. What else could I do?
There was loud laughter from the people sitting at the table with the boy who was resting his hand on my ass as if that was normal behavior. I stared daggers at him for a few seconds. But I saw the smiles on his friends of both sexes and I knew I was in a hopeless situation. After all, how could I go into a restaurant dressed like this and object to being treated this way?
I finished squeezing through the narrow gap and made my way to our table at last. They had made room for me between Barry and Tim. I put the chair down. I was just about to sit down when I noticed that Jeff and Stan both had a hand resting high on Tawney's thighs, separating her knees more than these little skirts could handle even without the alterations. The little flap of cloth in the front was tucked down between her legs and both boys had their fingers under the cloth.
I can't even describe the look on Tawney's face at that moment. More than anything else it looked like she was about to go mad. She was fighting back the tears. But it was obvious that she was on the verge of losing it.
To make her situation even more humiliating, everyone at the tables near us was watching and those that were close enough could see what they were doing under her skirt.
I shuddered in revulsion, in part at the horrible way they were treating us, but also in disgust at the pleasure the kids around us all seemed to be getting out of watching us being tormented.
I was so upset that I was less careful than I needed to be when I finally sat down. For a couple of seconds the flap pulled to the side and slid away, totally exposing my pussy, probably to dozens of friends and acquaintances.
I knew right away that I had a problem. Tim's lower jaw just about hit the floor. I looked down and saw how exposed I was and I nearly screamed. I quickly straightened out the remnants of my skirt, for all the good it did. As soon as I finished, Tim and Barry each rested a hand on one of my thighs. I groaned at the abject humiliation I knew was about to come. I saw the two hands playing with Tawney's pussy. Her little flap of skirt covered their fingers. But it was obvious what they were doing under it. It was not just obvious to me either. There were probably a dozen people watching those two hands and watching Tawney sit there and let it happen.
Now it was my turn. Even though I knew it was coming I gasped when those two boys put their fingers on the lips of my pussy and began to lightly tease my flesh. I didn't know where to look. I didn't want see the lust on their faces. I certainly didn't want to look around the room and count the people who were watching our obscene display. I ended up staring into Tawney's eyes. We took some slight comfort in our shared pain.
The boys didn't even stop when the kid came to our table to take our orders. The waiter was Chet. He was going to be a freshman next year. I knew him because he lived four or five houses down from me. Well, I didn't really know him. We saw each other around and we recognized each other. We knew each other to say hello to.
But we didn't say hello today. He came to our table with his pad up and his pencil ready. He already seemed to know what was going on. He glanced down at the hands moving under my skirt and then he stared at all of the tit flesh that was on display under my blouse.
The boys watched him and smiled at the look on his face. No one spoke for a long time. Finally, Chet cleared his throat and asked, "Can I get you guys anything?"
Stan and Tim had already eaten. They were sipping on a Coke and now that we were here they were in no hurry to leave. Jeff and Barry ordered burgers. I wasn't hungry. I was too upset to be hungry. I guess Tawney felt the same way. Jeff ordered Cokes for us and Chet wrote our orders down very slowly.
He finally went off to place our order. As soon as he was gone we had visitors. Jeff was in a clique composed of him and five jock friends who were a lot like him. He was always with some or all of them and they were usually about three inches from doing something illegal. Stan and Tim were two of them. The other three were Paul, Kris, and Cale.
As soon as the waiter left, Paul and Cale came in. When they saw us they came over to our table. They had a slightly different reaction when they saw us than most of the people who had the opportunity to enjoy our new outfits. They were, of course, amazed. But their faces lit up happily as they took in the hands under our skirts, our nearly exposed breasts, and our docile behavior. They must have been curious. They knew that neither of us was "that kind of girl." And they knew that we couldn't stand Jeff. But they didn't really care how it had come about. They just wanted to enjoy the view.
There wasn't a larger table available. Someone suggested that Tawney and I should get up and sit in the guy's laps. We knew that wasn't going to happen. Rudy was pretty easy going. He tolerated pretty much anything legal that the kids did in here. But he wasn't going to allow us to sit in someone's lap. And if he saw what they were doing with their hands we would have been kicked out immediately.
Instead, Jeff suggested that we get together at one of their houses after they ate their burgers. As soon as he said it I knew what was going to happen. It suddenly got very hard to breathe. I knew what a gangbang was. I never thought that I would be taking part in one! My blood pressure must have gone through the roof when I realized what was going to happen. My ears started ringing and I was afraid that I was going to pass out.
I didn't hear all of the conversation. I heard them agree to meet at Paul's house and I heard Paul say that he would call their absent friend Kris and let him know they were having a little get-together.
Paul and Cale went looking for seats. Tawney and I looked at each other in horror at what we both knew was about to happen.
Chet delivered our order a few minutes later. Jeff and Barry paid for the burgers and drinks and said, "If you come by the house tonight, Lori will give you a nice tip."
I heard Chet groan when he realized what Jeff was offering him. I didn't look up though. I didn't want to see his face. I could just imagine what his expression was.
Jeff and Barry ate their burgers and left our pussies to Stan and Tim. I felt Tim moving his hand around. It was a moment before I realized that right there in the restaurant he had uncovered my pussy so that he could get a good look at it! Him and half a dozen other guys who were sitting around us and staring openly at my exposed pussy.
In a loud whisper I exclaimed, "Tim! You're going to get us thrown out of here!"
Not that I would have minded. I would love to get thrown out. Better yet, I'd love to get arrested. I'd be a lot safer in jail than I was with my brother.
The boys ate quickly, anxious to get to the real fun. I took one sip of my Coke. My throat was as dry as sand. But I was so scared that my throat felt constricted. I could hardly swallow. I gave up and sat there like some kind of prostitute while Tim teased my vulva for a couple of minutes and then began to work one of his fingers in and out of me.
I almost lost it. I was on the verge of jumping up and screaming at all four of them. But just before I did, Tawney caught my eye. She must have read my mind. She looked terrified. She shook her head, almost not moving at all. But I saw it. And I saw the urgent look on her face.
I knew she was right. If I jumped up and told them off I would end up paying for it. And I had no doubt the price would be more than I was willing to pay. I bit my lower lip and forced myself to calm down. I thought about my parents seeing those movies. It was no longer as important that my friends and acquaintances might see them. Not after the humiliating, degrading hour we were spending in Rudy's. And this was only the first day! We were fucked!
Tawney and I led the way back out to the car. Stan and Tim came with us. Tim spotted Paul's car nearby so we waited at the car for Paul and Cale to come out. While we waited, Jeff explained to his two friends how Tawney and I came to be his sex slaves. They listened excitedly. But their eyes were on us. Their hands were all over us, too.
Stan backed me up against my brother's car and kissed me passionately. One of his hot, sweaty hands went under my skirt and cupped my vulva possessively. He inserted first one and then two fingers into my vagina while we kissed.
After a long, unpleasant kiss he lifted his head and leaned back with a cruel smile on his face. He demanded, "Show me your tits. I love your tits, Lori. I can't begin to tell you how often I have thought about how hot it would be to tie you up on your back and fuck your big tits. I'm gonna do that today."
As I slowly pulled the sides of my blouse apart he said, "Jeff said we can't cum in your cunt yet because you ain't on the pill. That's okay. I'm gonna fuck your tits and cum in your fucking face. I'll fuck your cunt next time. This time I'll settle for your tits ... and your ass. I ain't never found a girl that would let me fuck her ass before. I guess that ain't a problem with you."
I was getting physically ill listening to this ignorant little caveman and his crude threats. Well, I guess threat is the wrong word. I should probably say his promises. But all I could do was stand there and let him do anything he wanted.

I heard a strange noise from Tawney just then. She was a couple of feet away, pressed up against the car and being victimized by Tim. I glanced over at them. It was a moment before I realized what Tim was doing that caused her to make that noise. His hands were holding her by the cheeks of her ass and he was bent over with his face buried in her chest. He moved his head and I finally saw that his teeth were clamped down on one of her nipples.

He seemed to be biting her very hard. She gasped again and then began to plead, "Please, Tim. Oh god that hurts! Please, not so hard!"

Jeff seemed unconcerned. His only warning was, "Don't bite it off, man. I may decide to get it pierced later so I'll have a good place to attach a leash."

All four of them laughed at that. Tim finally turned her nipple loose. If he hadn't been holding her up it looked like she would have fallen to the ground.

I heard someone coming just then. I looked around to see two couples walking together through the parking lot. They were going to pass right by us. They were all seniors. I didn't know all of their names. The girls were Tanya and Paige. I recognized the boys but I didn't know their names.

All four of them stared at us in shock as they slowly went by. The Stan and Tim continued to molest us as if we were all alone in the world. One of Tawney's tits was completely exposed to the two couples as they went by, the other nearly so. But Tawney didn't move as they walk past staring at her exposed flesh.
They got in their car and drove off. All four boys thought that was hilarious. They laughed long and hard and made crude remarks. Tawney and I just stood there in silence. I couldn't help wondering how my life had gone so completely to hell in such a short amount of time.
We had been so upset about the things the boys were doing to us right out there in the open that I think we both forgot about what was in store for us for a moment. I know that I had. But I suddenly remembered why we were waiting for Paul and Cale and I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach again. I was terrified. I didn't want to be naked with these awful boys and to let them all have sex with me.
I had been holding back for as long as I could. The tears finally came. I stood there, with Stan still groping my body and grinding his hard cock into my stomach. The tears were rolling down my cheeks. But I received no sympathy from him.
Far from it! He smiled, spread my blouse open and said, "Here, Lori. You don't want to get your blouse all wet. You get a blouse like this wet and suddenly the damn thing is invisible. You don't want that."

He stood there, grinning like an idiot and looking back and forth between my breasts and the torment in my eyes that was turning him on so much. We were still standing there like that when Paul and Cale finally came out.
Stan and Tim finally turned us loose. They went to their car and we finally left the parking lot in three cars. This time it got a little more out of hand. We were still in the parking lot when Barry untied the knot in my blouse and bared my tits. He tucked the front of my skirt into my waist and I was for all intents and purposes naked.
Jeff watched in his rearview mirror. I guess he thought it was a good idea. He ordered Tawney to untie her blouse and tuck her skirt in just like mine was now.

Traffic was heavier now. It wasn't long before we were attracting attention again. What I found most difficult to understand was that several times I saw boys point Tawney and me out to their female companions and the girls almost always thought we were amusing. I would have been shocked if I had seen a sight like the one we presented. I would not have squealed in delight and yelled crude remarks! Couldn't they see our faces?! Couldn't they see that we were doing this against our will?! Or did they just not care?

I leaned my head back against the seat and without thinking I slumped down slightly in abject despair.
Barry exclaimed, "Oh no you don't! We don't want you hiding from your fans. Sit up straight."

I suppose that he just wanted to assist when he grabbed one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pulled straight up as if he was trying to pull it right off.

It hurt like hell. I squealed in pain and clamped my hand down over his to try to relieve the pressure. He smiled wickedly and snapped, "Put your damn hands down!"

I gritted my teeth in pain and obeyed. I didn't have any choice. Barry is a year younger than I am. But he is nearly as big as Jeff. He was big enough to cause me a lot of pain.


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