Chapter 4
Slowly, Ari awakened. She had a sensation of floating. She wondered if she were dreaming. Then she remembered where she was, and smiled.
She was floating in fact-on the waterbed in her brother's bedroom.
Yesterday's memories came flooding back. Ari's cunt tingled. What a day-and what a night!
After the wild, exhilarating fuck in Adrian's bathtub, brother and sister had spent the whole afternoon and half the night fucking the daylights out of each other. The sweet promise of that first time was fulfilled again and again. Not only did her brother's lengthy cock stretch her hungry pussy as deliciously as Frank's had, but he used it with the skill of an expert and the tenderness of a lover. She wondered how she could ever have loved another man.
She rolled onto her back, brushed long hair from her face, and propped her head on her' hands. Adrian! Just the thought of her tall, handsome brother made her cunt water with hunger to feel his cock again!
She slipped a hand from behind her head and ran it under the sheets. Her long, luscious body was nude beneath. The hand covered a jug. Fingers sought and found a nipple, rolled it between thumb and forefinger. "Ahhhh," she murmured. She felt it harden. A warm glow of pleasure spread through her ripe tit and into her naked body, all the way to her toes.
She let go of her lust-swollen nipple. Her hand left her boob. It moved down, exploring the soft firmness of her body as if for the first time. Her pale skin was warm and seemed faintly moist.
Her stomach was a gentle dome beneath her ribs. Below it the softness of her waist was broken by the bristly forest atop the mound of her pussy. She cupped the cuntbun and squeezed it. Her hips shifted by themselves in response to the pleasure that filled her cunt.
She ran her finger down the slit of her pussy. Its tip was moistened with aromatic cunt sauces. She stroked it along her cunt again, enjoying the feeling it gave her.
Teasing her own pussy lips with her finger, she toyed with the idea of jacking off. It was interesting. She'd never masturbated before-she'd never really thought of it. But now it seemed to be a perfectly natural thing to do, if she couldn't have Adrian here to thrust his lovely cock up her hungry cunt.
But no. That wouldn't do. Why bother, when in just a little while Adrian would be home? She rolled to her side and looked at the clock. When Adrian had left her in a state of erotically sated exhaustion that morning he had said he should be able to get out of the shop a bit after two. That meant he could be home at any minute.
Ari lay back. Her heart beat faster in anticipation. Soon her beloved brother would be coming in the front door. And not long after that he could be sliding that enormous prick of his between her waiting thighs, deep into her pussy.
Just then she heard the metallic sounds of a key in a lock. Adrian! she thought. She got to her feet hurriedly. For a moment she looked at herself in her brother's mirror. She was beautiful, and she knew it. It made her happy. She wanted to be beautiful for Adrian.
She started to look for a robe or something to wrap around herself. Then she stopped. Why get dressed at all? It would be a trip to meet Adrian naked!
The front door opened and closed. She sauntered to the open door of the bedroom and leaned provocatively against the frame. Adrian stood with his back to her, bolting the door.
"Welcome home," she said provocatively.
"Oh, hi," Adrian called over his shoulder. He was using both hands to fasten the door and held a large brown paper sack in his teeth. He turned back to the door, then froze and looked back over his shoulder very slowly.
The bag dropped from his teeth. Reflexively his hands caught it. "Well, I'll be damned," he said huskily.
Ari smiled her horniest smile. She was rewarded by a visible bulge in the crotch of his tight-fitting tan cords. She let one hand drop casually to her tit. The bulge throbbed.
Adrian devoured his sister with his eyes. It would have taken a bronze statue not to stare-with almost six feet of beautiful, stark naked girl gazing at him with a look of completely open invitation! Her boobs were high and proud despite their heavy fullness, and their bite-sized nipples had ballooned with hot desire. They seemed to be vibrating with the need to have him take them into his mouth and suck them till their owner screamed with pleasure. Her skin was pale white and flawless, her long hair shining auburn with sensuous red highlights, the fur on her pussy a soft-looking triangle pointing like a traffic arrow at the hidden opening of her cunt. A droplet of cunt-honey caught the light and glittered in the tangle of cunt-fur between her tasty thighs.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
"You're not kidding, sister dear," he answered frankly. "Why don't you go on into the bedroom, beautiful? I have a surprise for you."
Smiling still more widely, she dropped her eyes slowly to his straining fly, where his cock seemed about to burst free at any second. "I don't think it'll be that much of a surprise, brother dear," she said.
"Don't be so sure." She turned and walked away. He came close to gasping at the sight of her exquisite ass cheeks, returned to their original perfect pink-tinged whiteness, working against one another as her long legs moved. He felt an overpowering urge to grab her and ram his prick between those legs, into that obviously wet and ready cunt, and incestuously fuck hell out of his lovely, willing sister!
Not yet, he told himself. He hadn't been kidding when he told her he had a surprise for her.
He followed her into the bedroom. Ari was bending over pretending to straighten the covers of the bed. Adrian had no illusions about what she was trying to do. The chestnut thatch of her cunt peeked at him, framed by tapering thighs and round, pert buttocks, and in the midst of it shone a hint of virginally pink pussy lips. It amazed him that his cock didn't tear out of his pants right then and there.
Ari straightened up and turned around. "Have anything special planned for this afternoon?" she asked. Her lips were moist and gleaming and their was a light in her green eyes. "I hope I'm not getting in the way."
"I had something in mind, all right," her brother told her, "but you're sure as hell not getting in the way. My plans involved you, as a matter of act. Now, close your eyes."
Ari did. Her body quivered with excitement. What delights did her brother have in mind for her now? "Now hold out your hands. Both of them. That's right."
Eagerly, the naked woman obeyed. Cunt sauce overflowed her ravenous cunt and dribbled down the insides of her thighs. The pussy oil felt chilly on her bare skin.
"Now what?" she asked.
"Now this." Ice-cold hardness encircled her wrists. She heard multiple clicks, as of metal on metal. Puzzled, she opened her eyes.
She was handcuffed!
Her eyes flew open. "Adrian! Wha-?"
"I told you it would be a surprise," he said. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her toward the closet.
Unresistingly, she stumbled along. Her mind was numbed by the sudden turn of events. What was happening?
She had a horrible feeling that she knew. That she had been here before. But it couldn't be-this couldn't be happening! This was Adrian, her brother, her new-found love!
Still holding her arm, he yanked open the door to the closet. The closet was outsized, with several feet of space between the door and the hanging clothes. Adrian hauled his sister's arms up.
"Get your arms above your head, baby," he ordered. Ari glanced up. A large black iron hook projected from the ceiling of the closet. She stood still, unable to obey, unable to comprehend what was going on.
With a loud smack! something bit into her ass. "Oh!" she cried. "Dooooooon't!"
"Do as I tell you then, sweetheart," Adrian said. His voice was low, but it was brimming with an undercurrent of-raw emotion. Hesitantly, she did so.
Her bare butt smarted. She didn't know what it was she'd been hit with. It hurt, whatever it was. It hadn't bit as cruelly as Frank's blacksnake whip had, but the lingering pain was even worse.
She felt her brother's strong hands around her waist. With a grunt of exertion he raised her, looped the chain of the handcuffs on the metal hook. He let his sister go and stood back.
Ari hung by her wrists. Despite her height, the tips of her toes barely scraped the floor of the closet. Her shoulders ached from the strain of supporting her weight.
"There now," Adrian said. He stepped up to her and put his arms around her rump. He turned the handcuffed, hanging woman.
Ari now saw that there was a full-length mirror inside the closet door. She looked at herself. Her proud boobs seemed to droop. It seemed there was a haunted look in her eyes.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked her brother, fearfully.
"Let me show you," he said. He turned her again. "Look over your shoulder."
She did. She saw a glowing red mark on her left butt cheek. Then Adrian held up his hand to show her what had made the mark. It was a two foot length of nylon rope, knotted every five or six inches.
"See this?" Adrian asked. "It could tear your lovely white hide right off your flesh if I wanted it to. But I don't want to do anything to damage your beautiful body. It means too much to me.
But it can cause you quite a lot of pain, sister dear."
"Why are you doing this?" Ari stared at him. Her eyes voiced a plea her mouth would not say.
Adrian looked thoughtful. Then he moved, quick as a flash. The rope curled almost lovingly around the ripe curve of Ari's ass.
Fire burst in her ass. "YAAAAAAIIIIIIII!" she cried. Her pale limbs flailed in the air as she kicked out in agony. The cuffs bit her wrists as she twisted in her chains.
Ari's eyes were screwed shut in agony. She made herself pry them open. She knew what her brother had said, but she didn't believe him-she was sure the blow had ripped a bloody swath across the skin of her ass!
Her heart was in her throat as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. A new scarlet line crossed the crack of her butt, but the tender skin wasn't broken. She saw her brother, just stepping out of his pants. His cock jutted like a lance from his crotch.
The long prick waved like a whip antenna as he stood up and skinned his shirt off over his head. Muscles rippled under his tanned skin. "Why am I doing this?" he said, hefting the knotted rope in his hands. "I'll tell you."
He struck again. The rope wrapped around her buns and bit cruelly into the flesh inside the jut of her hipbone. Her scream was piercing and heartfelt.
"I'll tell you," Adrian said again. "I've always had a thing for this sort of pasttime. And it's not easy to find, ahh, willing partners. I had a nice blonde chickie who got off on it, but she split for the Coast a few weeks ago and I've been high and dry."
It was too much for Ari. Tears broke from her eyes. "B-b-but last night!" she sobbed. "Last night you-y-y-you-oh, God!"
"Yeah, last night was a trip," Adrian nodded. He licked his lips. "You're a helluva piece of ass, Ari. Too good to waste on a swine like Frank." The rope whined again. This time it drew a fiery streak across the front of the chained woman's thighs.
Ari's body spun clockwise and then counterclockwise. She was crying so violently that she shook. She cried from the pain in her abused rump, but she also cried at the pain of Adrian's betrayal. He was her only hope. Now he too had turned on her. Just like Frank, he was using her to satisfy his own perverted urges!
"But I get a whole lot more charge when I can do ... this!" Adrian said, and swung again. This time he didn't lay the wicked rope across Ari's butt. He brought it up between her thighs. The knots hit at her helpless pussy and asshole.
Her legs kicked clear over her head in a spasm of agony. "OooooooWAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" screamed Ari. "Oh NOOOOOOOOO! God, my pussy is ruined! OHHHHHHHH!"
"Yeah. You can see why it's hard to find playmates, baby. And you're soooo beautiful. All my life I've thought how beautiful my big sister was. Those long lean legs. Those huge jugs. Oh, God, I've wanted to fuck you since I was eleven!" He was breathing heavily now. His skin glowed with a fine sheen of sweat. His cock waved in the air radiating lustful heat. Ari could actually feel it on her pain-filled ass. The burning skin had been incredibly sensitized by the brutal caress of the knotted rope.
"But even more than that," Adrian panted, "I've wanted to torture you. Not because I hate you-I love you, Ari, God how I love you! But I've wanted to make you squirm, and sob, and cry out for mercy. I've wanted to see your naked beauty criss crossed slowly by a network of whip-lines! And now I'm doing it!"
He was gloating with inhuman exaltation. Ari gaped at him. Then her face twisted into a shrill wail as fresh pain raged in her butt. Adrian had struck her again, and even as she sucked in air he hit her ass once more.
Then he was raining blows on his sister's helpless body. Her ass, her thighs, her belly-when agony made her kick her legs apart he got in more blows on her delicate pussy mouth. Each lash was perfectly calculated to give the suspended woman the maximum of pain, without really damaging her flawless skin!
The whipping went on till Ari felt as if the bottom half of her body was being broiled in a furnace! Her cries rang till it seemed the windows would break. And the louder she shrieked and pleaded, the harder her brother whipped her!
Finally the incandescent agony stopped. Ari opened her eyes. Strands of hair were glued to her eyes by tears. She had to shake her head to clear them.
Her brother was bending over again. He straightened with a broom in his hands. He looked at her appraisingly. He put the end of the blue-painted handle against one red-hot asscheek. Then he set the straw part of the broom on the floor, put his bare foot in the middle of the broomstick and broke it with a single heave of his powerful shoulders.
With the short section of the handle in his hand he came up to his sister. His free hand roved lustfully over her nude body. She shuddered as he squeezed her boobs, afraid he'd pinch them. But, moaning with passion, he merely fondled her tits, her face, her bushy cunt.
Such was his sexual power over Ari that she felt her pussy begin to grow moist again. "Stop it, Adrian," she begged. "Stopppp!"
His hand went between her legs. "Ahhhhhhh!" Ari cried as he stuck a finger up her cunt and began fucking with short, rapid strokes. In a few seconds he was rewarded by a trickle of steamy, succulent pussy juices streaming down over the knuckle.
"You want me?" he hissed in her ear. "You wnat me to fuck you now, after what I've done to you?"
The tears flowed freely. "Yes," Ari said, barely audibly. "Yes, damn you, yesssss!"
Adrian's response was to jerk up her left leg and jam his cock six inches deep in her sopping cunt!
His bound sister was hanging sideways to him. He held his left hand under her tender left thighs. His legs straddled hers as he cocked his hips to drive the rest of his unbelievable prick the rest of the way into Ari's pussy. "Unnnnnngh!" she groaned as she felt the hard cock prod deeply up her snatch.
Her tits jiggled as he fucked his big cock to her rapidly a half-dozen times. A flood of seething pussy sauce soaked his prick, his pubic hair, the hairy nut-sac dangling between his smooth thighs. The smell of cunt honey permeated the room.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Adrian grunted as he fucked the chained woman.
"Fuck me! Harder! Faster!" Ari's tears were still streaming. Her naked body swelled with ecstasy.
Something rigid poked into a buttock. The touch stung the tormented flesh. "Wh-what?" Ari gasped. Her pussy throbbed with delight at the tremendous prick pistoning in and out of it.
Then the unyielding hardness was shoved straight up her asshole. Twisting pain shot up her poopchute. "Yaaaah! EeeeeeeeYOWWWWWWW!" she shouted.
"Like that?" Adrian gritted. He thrust yet another inch of wooden broomhandle up his sister's rear. She jerked and contorted, trying to escape the terrible invasion. The sensations of her sloppy, elastic cunt walls warping and flowing around his prick turned his knees to water.
With five inches of wood forced into Ari's butthole, Adrian gripped the rest of the stick like a lever. He pulled upward experimentally.
The effect was threefold. The stretching of her ass channel in a horribly unnatural fashion made Ari buck like a speared fish. The leverage of the broom handle itself moved her naked body. And Adrian could feel the stick itself rubbing against his deeply-buried prick, through the soft membranes of his sister's body.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Ari sobbed breathlessly. "Don't-stop! Ghaaaaaaaa! I ... can't ... stand it!"
Slowly, Adrian drew his stiff prick out of his sister's still-dripping pussy. The pale length of his prick gleamed with cunt juice. He turned the handle like a crank, around and around. Ari writhed. The impalement of her butt seemed to be tearing her apart.
With a jerk Adrian drove a little more stick up Ari's asshole. She shrieked. The leg Adrian was holding kicked uncontrollably. Her boobs flew as she jerked her body from side to side. Her mindless struggles only increase the agony she was going through-and intensified her brother's pleasure!
"Keep on squirming, baby!" he urged. His cock was surrounded by a million different churnings. The muscular contractions her pain caused tightened her pussy channel as though she were coming around his cunt-swallowed prick! Huffing and puffing he started to fuck her hard and fast, controlling her with a ruthless hand on the "lever" thrust up her asshole!
The agony of the broomstick poking around in her butt was terrible. But the pleasure of having her brother fuck his long, long cock up her cunt time and again was irresistible! Pain and pleasure wracked in her body. The world was turned upside down. The tears that rolled from her eyes were tears of delight and agony both!
Adrian worked the broomstick with all his might, sending stabs of brutal pain up her sister's ass. But his cock was in an oily roiling heaven! And Ari was responding. He could feel the heat grow in her cunt.
Ari couldn't get her breath. She didn't know what to do. And then her heart almost stopped.
It couldn't be. But it was. She was about to come!
"NOOOOOOOO!" she wailed. She couldn't let herself-she couldn't accept that, despite her pain and helplessness and humiliation, she was about to be wracked by an earthshaking orgasm.
"Yes," Adrian ground out, mistaking her meaning. "You're going to get it up ass and pussy till I get my rocks off!"
"Not what I mean!" Ari cried. "Eeeeeee! Oh, it hurts-but it hurts sooo good! Fuck me, hurt me, abuse me-but fuuuuuuck meeeeee!"
Her cry reflexively tightened her greasy cunt channel. Whether it was that or the joy of hearing his tortured sister beg him to fuck her, Adrian would never know. But just then he came like Old Faithful!
The boiling geyser of jism seared Ari's cunt tunnel. It acted like a catalyst as it filled her cock-gorged pussy. She howled like an air-raid alarm and came.
Her pussy sucked blast after blast of come from the tip of Adrian's ramrodding prick. His fingers dug brutally deep into the flesh of his sister's thigh as he fucked his sperm into her sucking cunt. His other hand ground the broom handle around Ari's asshole as though he were churning butter.
Pussy sauce and jism spurted from Ari's wide-open cunt with every inward thrust of Adrian's prick. His belly was soon covered by the stuff, and it ran reeking down her right leg. Her wrists were numb from supporting her weight and her arms seemed to have come out of their sockets. She didn't care. All she cared about was drinking in every drop of jism and pleasure her brother's cock was stuffing into her pussy.
At last their ecstatic sighs died down. Adrian's prick gave a final pulse of come, then began to go limp even as Ari's cunt continued to clutch at it. The crushing, rhythmic pressure on his prick was sweet agony.
Finally her cunt contractions spit the limber prick right out amid a spray of come and pussy oils. With one leg in the air, Ari's twat was yawning open, exposed to the cool air currents in the room.
Ari kept bouncing, fucking herself on the ass-buried broomstick for want of anything else to satisfy her fuck-need with. Then slowly she went limp as the manic energy of climax flowed out of her along with her brother's sperm. The man released her leg and stepped back with his sopping prick dangling and dripping between his thighs. Ari hung with the broken broomstick jutting from her bottom like a tail.
"That was great," Adrian breathed. "Why don't you just hang around a while, baby? Don't go away-I've got plans for you!"