Chapter 7
"And what are you doing teasing your older brother to death?" Jill's voice rang up from the staircase. She emerged over the top step and stood with her hands grasping her hips. One of them held a long, slippery piece of rawhide. "You hadn't ought to tease boys, Ginger, didn't Mom and Dad tell you that?"
"Who's teasing what?" Ginger said, indignant that anyone would interrupt her walking back to her room from the bathroom, let alone use up all the hot water.
"You are, Ginger Poo," Murray said, "and I don't know how much more I can take before I do something rash. I'm only human, you know."
"What is this?" the younger girl grabbed the corners of her towel hard in her hand and tucked them into her body tighter. "A person can't even take a little shower before a film festival without getting the third degree?"
"Third degree?" Jill said, swaggering in toward her, the tethered end of the long leather strap swaying a little as she moved. "You don't know what the third degree means, Ginger. That's something you heard in a movie. But now you're going to see it in action. You can't keep up with what you've been doing all your life and get away with it anymore. Not for one more hour."
"You're a menace, Sis," Murray said, leaning his head to one side and pointing at her with his finger, "and I've taken about all a red-blooded male can take."
Ginger didn't know whether to run to her room and try to lock them out or just stand there and see what would happen next. The leather strap didn't provide her with too much choice. She remembered seeing Jill and Murray whipped till their little asses smarted with stings enough to make them cry out. And on one or two occasions, she had seen long red welts along their ass cheeks and lower back. That whip presented a mighty strong argument for her not hanging around.
"Grab her," Jill shouted as Ginger took off down the hall.
The dusting powder dropped from the girl's grasp as she sped around the corner and towards her room. If only she hadn't had to pass Jill first, she might have made it. Jill lashed out with the leather strap and encircled the girl's still wet and slippery ankles. She fell forward into Murray's arms.
"Nice work, Sis," Murray said to Jill twisting Ginger around and holding her hands hard behind her back.
"Why are you guys doing this anyway?" she asked trying to turn her head to look at Murray. She wasn't able to move too far around. It hurt too much. "What did I ever do to you?"
"Ha!" Jill shot out in the darkened hallway. Her laughter sounded cruder than that of an evil stepmother denying Cinderella a crust of bread.
"Don't make us laugh," Murray said, evidently enjoying his physical power over her. He was breathing heavy and his voice sounded hard and old.
"You little wimp," Jill said, snapping her whip once at her side and pointing them both toward Jill's bedroom. "You've had everything you ever wanted around here and Murray and I think it's time for a change."
"We're sick of you ruling the roost with Mom and Dad," Murray said, yanking her hard toward the slightly open door.
Ginger could feel the still hard length of Murray's cock poking her in the back as he thrust his hips up and kicked her to get her to move forward. It felt pleasant, but wrong. What the hell was her own brother doing forcing her anywhere with his cock hard. And what was her sister doing with a whip?
"We've got a little surprise for you, you lousy little spoiled rotten brat," Jill said, shoving the door open with her foot.
Murray pushed her into the room hard, so hard she fell forward and flew across the bed. She felt the towel fall from her body like a hunk of dry skin.
Before she knew what was happening, she felt Jill grabbing one of her ankles and Murray the other. They whipped them down hard against the front legs of the bed. They must have each had a rope or length of clothesline, because she felt each of her feet being tied against the iron frame of the bed simultaneously. It was at that moment that it occurred to her the two of them had planned this quite carefully in advance.
"What are you going to do with me," Ginger asked, blinking back the fright as hard as she could. It didn't look like anything fun.
Murray grabbed one hand and Ginger grabbed the other. They tied them down firmly with nylon clothesline to the bedposts. Ginger felt very exposed with her cunt stretched out like that. Now her little tits were forced to ride high in the air because her arms had been pulled up and out so far.
"You've teased Murray about all he can take, Ginger," Jill said, starting a little pacing movement back and forth at the foot of the bed. "He wants to retaliate. He's dying to, in fact. The only thing that's keeping him where he is right now, is me."
Murray was sitting in Jill's pink satin chair biting his fingernails.
"Okay," Ginger said, feeling like it might be better to at least try to listen to her if she couldn't make herself understood. "Why is he listening to you? I mean, that's a switch."
"Because I am his mistress, Sister of Mine," Jill was strutting like a peacock in an Easter parade. "He eats out of my hand."
"Let's tell her now, Jill," Murray said, spitting out a hangnail and rising to his feet. "Let's tell her all about us."
"In time," she replied, pushing him back down into the chair, "in time. First, I'm going to tell her about me."
"That's good," Murray said, "In fact, that's a great idea. I love listening to it." He slouched over in the chair and began pressing the crotch of his pants with his hand. His cock, which had come out a few minutes before seemed to recognize the action and proved it by rising to greet something familiar.
"In plain language, Girl," the older girl said bringing one foot up onto the foot of the bed and planting it there hard, "I like to see bare breasts, like yours."
"Well, get your eyes full and fill your pockets," Ginger said, growing slightly miffed at all this for so little.
"And I like to see bare cunt, too," she pulled her long ash blonde hair up to the crown of her head and let it fall back onto her shoulders. "Young, hot, bare, nubile cunt. like yours."
Murray could feel his cock lashing against the main sail of his shirt. He had prudently pulled it out and over his pants the moment Ginger spotted him, but now the flimsy cover was tenting out in front of him and his cock was getting so monstrously heavy and huge he thought he might have to just grab it and shake it to make it keep still. He didn't want to miss a word of the juicy action here in his sister's room.
"Why didn't you tell me before, then?" Ginger said, relaxing a little and letting her voice return to normal.
"Because I want things my way, you fucking little hog," Jill snapped hard in Ginger's direction, "you've had them your way long enough. Do you think a quick little glimpse of your snatch is enough to satisfy me? No way, Lady. I want a lot more."
Ginger looked at the glint in her sister's eye. It was familiar. It was the way her Mom had looked at her Dad on those nights she wanted to be amorous with him. Ginger had learned to recognize the look. She knew it meant that she would be staying up late that night and crawling down the hall on her hands and knees to watch. She had seen it in Ginger's eyes before, too. That summer Brent Pugh had re-landscaped the back yard. She saw it nearly every day that August. It meant the two of them would climb up into the tree house and Ginger would wait about five minutes and climb up after, quietly. But this look, toward her. What in the world could it mean?
"What do you want, Jill?" Ginger asked, deciding on a straight forward confrontation. The teasing and hinting around had gone on long enough for her.
"You," Murray said, trying to back into the chair to get away from his rock hard throbbing erection. "She wants to fuck you. And so do I."
"Our brother is a pretty straight talker," Jill smiled and let the leather whip play on the floor as she moved it slowly in her hand, "wouldn't you say?"
"Girls don't fuck girls," Ginger said, feeling like somebody ought to take her sister to a sex education class quick. Where had she gotten such misinformation?
An explosion of laughter rocked the little pink and green wallpapered room to its rafters. Murray was giggling hard. And Ginger noticed how big his cock had become. She had seen that cock so many times, getting in and out of the bathtub. Once she'd even seen him showing it to some neighborhood kids in the tree house. But she had never seen it really hard. This time it was different. And Jill looked strange to her, too. She could have sworn that if Jill had a cock like Murray, it would be hard, too.
"Murray?" Jill said, sounding like the dominatrix of Buchenwald, "show Ginger your cock. She seems to be quite interested in it. And while she's getting her eyes full of that, I'll show her how girls fuck girls. I'll give her some first hand demo, all right."
"No!" Ginger said, loudly in protest. This game had gone about too far for her. Richie Garrison would be here within the hour and she wasn't even going to have time to put on the apple-scented deodorant she had gotten for her birthday.
"Shut up," Jill shouted, lashing the whip thing perilously close to Ginger's right ear. "Shut your fucking cunt licking mouth or I'll shut it for you."
"Cut it out, Jill," Ginger said eyeing Murray who was approaching the right side of the bed and waving his schlong around like a surrender flag.-
The whip came down again, right across Ginger's flat hard stomach.
"Ouch!" she cried opening her eyes wide and surveying the scene. It was beginning to get scary.
"I'll tell Mom and Dad on you," Ginger tried, only to have harsh laughter returned to her now smarting ears.
"Go ahead," Murray said, "but remember, Jill and I are a team, now. We're working together. We'll only get what we want as many times as we want if you dare open your mouth to so much as breathe a word about this."
"We've got a little partnership, you see. Ginger," Jill said, unbuttoning the tiny round buttons of her tank top. "And now, you're going to see just how tight we really are. Tape her eyes open."
Murray grabbed a roll of tape from off the night stand and ripped some off. He grabbed the tops of Ginger's lids and plastered them down with the sticky strips. She felt herself totally helpless tied up this way. And now, she was even more helpless, being forced to watch the action whether she wanted to or not.
"Help me out of these, Hot Stuff," Murray said as he dropped his pants to the floor. Jill leaned across the bed and began stroking his already immense hard on with her fingertips. All ten of them.
Ginger couldn't believe what she saw next, but she would have if she had known what was to come. Jill, big, sweet, safe sister, Jill reached across the bed with her whole head and teeth first, pulled her curly-haired delivery boy brother's shorts down with her teeth.
Murray's cock bounced up hard on the recoil and Jill didn't waste a moment diving for that either. She rubbed it with her little upturned nose first. And the sight was a strange one. She ran her snout down the length of the boy's shaft and back up again. She sniffed loudly and the smell must have turned her on because reached her free hand into her shorts and began masturbating herself. Ginger recognized the motions, as she had done that same thing plenty of times when she was alone. And Ginger had watched her do it plenty of times when she thought she was alone. But this was different. This was so goddamn public.
"Suck it, Big Sister," Murray said, allowing a big voice to boom out of a small space between his teeth.
"Captain, may I?" Jill said, in the hottest, teasingest voice Ginger had ever heard her put on. And she had heard her put on some.
God, Murray thought to himself, feeling the blistering pain of his hard cock force it still harder and ever upward. There seemed to be a ring of heat separate from the shaft itself. A bright ring of warmth that circled the head like a halo. Must be that goddamn teasing that's doing that, he thought, craving it more and more as the moments passed.
Ginger watched in agony as Jill sent her pants down to the ground with one shove. She saw that her sister had sprung quite a little bush on her since the last time she had peeked at her in the bathtub. It was wispy and fuller than she remembered. The blondish cast was turning to a darker, browner color and her mounds were starting to be hidden by the thickness of it. Though she didn't want to admit it, Ginger thought her sister's pussy looked just fine.
"Look, Sis," Jill said, winking lewdly at her bound up proud beauty of a sister, "no hands."
Indeed, Jill was taking Murray's schlong in tow without the aid of her hands at all. She maneuvered her head and tongue in such a way as to catch the various and unsymmetrical movements of the boy's flailing penis. And the girl was so expert, she managed to take off her tank top and play with the elongated nipples of her tits as she merrily sucked the thrashing pecker with her entire mouth.
"Good, huh, Sweetie?" she said, to Murray, after a moment, pulling back and licking her lips.
"Don't stop," he replied letting his head roll back a bit and grabbing for dear life onto his bare ass mounds with the strength of his hands.
Jill played the cock like a mouth organ. She worked her whole mouth down on it hard and when she brought it off the shaft glistened hot and swollen in the bedroom lamp light. Then she dove down and came up with Murray's pulsating big balls right between her lips. She flicked and licked her tongue around them every which way, letting them go. Then she picked them up again and repeated the process.
"You're teasing the life out of me, Cunt," Murray groaned, thrusting his hips hard onto the girl's waiting mouth.
She plunged her whole face right down on the boy's big, banging cock, as far as the hilt. She kept it down there for what seemed like an incredibly long time to Ginger. And for what seemed like an incredibly long time, Murray held it right up in her throat.
He could feel the hot wet chamber enclosing around his careening hot poker. It moistened every nook and cranny. He felt Jill's hot articulate tongue curl around and over the head. Then she sucked him rhythmically, her cheeks going in and out with each suck. Finally, the capper. She pulled her mouth off him, artfully. She pulled back off, sucking and licking every single centimeter of the way.
"Now I want my pussy eaten," Jill said, finding the handle of that big, rough leather strap again. "And I know who I want to eat it."
Ginger automatically started to squirm. "No!" she screamed aloud as Jill pounced on her. "Don't make me," she begged. She had never had anyone's pussy near her mouth.
"Shut up, Lowly One," Jill said, straddling her and grabbing the leather whip hard in her hand. "I'll show you who's boss!"
Murray felt the lack of the nice, moist sucking machine circling his cock. He began to play with it in the absence of any living thing making it writhe. His hands played down around the balls and the momentum he gathered there, he shoved up to the tip of it. Then he came down slowly, savoring each nerve that danced and played under his grasp.
Jill let her whip land right on Ginger's breast. The thing stung her hard as it left a tiny line of red welt in its wake.
"Hand me the clothes pins, Murray," Jill was determined to get the girl in a stranglehold of her own making and she spoke hurriedly now.
Murray could barely reach the top of the bureau his hard-on throbbed so out of control. He tossed the clothes pins to his sister, whose ass looked good enough to sink his teeth into as she sat astride her younger sister.
"Here," he said, giving them a toss. He watched and rubbed his aching member up and down idly, waiting for the next piece of action to take place.
Jill calmly snapped one wooden pincer onto her sister's left nipple. The scream she let out was music to her ears. The other one was just as effective. A second scream greeted her and pleased her when she heard it.
"That ought to keep your tits happy for a while," Jill brayed, sitting down hard on her sister's pubic bone. The jutting out of it gave her cunt lips a sharp introduction to the supple body of the younger girl.
"Let her suck you," Murray said, playing his dick harder, "you'll love it."
Jill raised herself up onto her knees and brought the whip high up over her head. It whizzed through the air and came down with a hard thump on the head of the bed. Ginger felt the air getting pushed hard past her head. A few strands of her hair were displaced by the force of it.
"Now do you believe I mean business?" Jill said, haughtily surveying her new domain.
"Yes," came the tiny reply. It sounded like it came from under a blanket about a mile away.
"Yes, what, Slave?" Jill shot back like a rain of bullets.
"Yes, Mistress," Ginger said, mentally thanking the fates that she had remembered enough about the old movies to know what enslavement was.
"Now," Jill said raising herself right up to Ginger's smooth, wet, pouting little lips, "eat my pussy."
Ginger turned her head hard to the right and saw the whip come down on the pillow an inch from her nose. She didn't hear it until a few seconds later.
"Cunt!" her sister screamed aloud, "how dare you turn away from my luscious, desirable pussy hole. I know six boys who followed me to the state basketball tournament just in hopes of getting to sniff my box on the bus trip home."
Ginger heard the whip come down again. Only this time, she felt it. The girl definitely meant business.
"Get up here, Murray," she said, taking complete charge of all action on the premises.
Murray climbed up at the head of the bed and straddled Ginger's head. He held her firmly in place as he braced his ass against the wall behind the head board. He lowered his weight down onto her hair and grabbed a hold around her chin, forcing it straight between her shoulders.
"You better suck, Ginger," Murray crowed like a banty rooster, "I got a stake in this, too, so let's all cooperate like a big loving family."
Ginger didn't have much choice. She felt the full weight of her sister's warm quivering hot box thrust square in her face. Her nose went first, forced right down into the lush, downy bush. Then she felt her lips greet her sister's plump warm mobile cunt lips. They flapped open and then closed down around her mouth. Her lips were flush with them at all points.
Murray stuck his cock up for a replay of the sucking action at the foot of the bed. It felt good to be at the head of the action for a change. Jill had to strain only a few extra inches to find his ramming hard-on with her lips. She flicked the head, now cold and wet from her previous play with it, then rimmed the whole dome with her tongue. She rimmed it back and forth and forth and back as she continued to work her cunt lips open and closed around her sister's mouth. The playoff of the two sensations was pushing every button in her being.
"Suck harder, Sis," Murray let out between rows of clenched teeth.
Jill let her mouth zoom in on her brother's cock like a telephoto lens. She stuffed it down her throat back to her tonsils. Then she began working her tongue around the base of it where her tongue naturally met it. She pulled back off and continued to rise and fall with the sucking and licking motions she was so expert at.
Ginger felt the warmth of the glowing cunt hole consuming her own breath. She stuck her tongue out to lick her own lips and tasted the vanilla-pineapple flavor of her sister's cunt. She had to admit, despite her every wish to do so, that the bushy, throbbing little thing tasted quite good. She tried the exploration again and found it tasted better. She never would have believed this in a million years, but she felt an urge to try further, go more inside the stretched open pulsating pink wet lips. She stretched out her tongue as far as it would go and let it probe right up into the big, beckoning cunt hole. Her tongue slid up easily and she found her sister's bulbous throbbing clit. She hit it with her tongue hard.
The feel of the hard tongue against Jill's clit gave her such a start she jerked up a moment, taking Murray's cock to the roof of her mouth. The tongue her sister presented her felt like a rolled up roll of hot quarters inside her, beating hard around its tiny confines. She moved her hips around slowly to get the full benefits of its thrusting and lapping rhythms.
Ginger felt herself getting into the action, almost starting to relax and enjoy it. Perhaps it was almost as good as watching through a key hole, though she hadn't liked being forced. On the other hand, she never would have thought to eat someone's cunt if she hadn't been made to. She felt a grappling finger play in the valley of her outstretched little hole. The fingers sunk into her pink velvet wellspring and started the old love juices flowing. The sensation was keen, keen as it could be.
Murray pumped his cock hard in and out of his sister's mouth. The pace was so rapid, he knew he would have to come soon if he kept it up. Yet he couldn't stop. The wet rapping and sliding she was doing on him, just made him want to let go and spill his load. A few seconds later, that's exactly what he did.
He plugged her open mouth so hard, he thought he might hit her voice box. The whole force of his hard peter pressed down the bottomless tight wet well and as he brought it back a little to hard, he felt a big heat engulf him. It burned clear back to his brain. He felt himself spilling out of himself in hot white sheets of rainy come. It poured out so hard and fast, he thought his organs might come out with it.
Jill felt the throbbing little wand ascend high up into her and slide out as smooth as butter. She rode it like a tiny penis until her breath was heavy and uneven.
Then she rocked back on her haunches as she got a heavy jolt of electricity from deep in her loins. The jolt spun her head down further on her brother's shooting cock and she gripped with all her might. Then she felt herself go off. Just like that! A whoosh went up inside her and didn't stop till it reached the top floor. She felt her pussy gyrating and climaxing and shooting all at the same time. She was in the grip of an uncontrollable multiple orgasm.
Ginger loved the way those two fingers plunged inside of her and plunked out. They seemed to find a tiny button up inside her and press it every time they went up there. She burrowed her tongue in the hole like a tiny animal and felt it press down tight around her whole body. Then a flash, a moment when she could feel her brain and her pussy seize up at the same time. Then she felt her whole body expel the flash in a torrid torrent of splashing come juice. It rushed out right down over her sister's jabbing digits. And she felt her sister's come on the end of her tongue. She pulled it out and curled it up to catch the flow, like a startled slot machine winner when the jackpot pours out. She licked and lapped at the joy juice fervently as she heard her sounds being mimicked just above her. She glanced up to see the tip of Murray's still rock hard schlong being nipped at by Jill's long, swollen red tongue. A drop of the white cream came down and moistened her lips more as she mixed it in with her sister's juices and tasted the whole sweet load. She watched eagerly as Jill brought her hand around and licked her own jism off the knuckles.
For a few more moments the room was silent, save for the licking and sucking and eating sounds of each of them licking at someone else's come juices.
"What a workout," Murray said, slipping his leg off his sister's head.
"I'll say," said Jill, pulling the clothespins off her sister's nipples and sliding off the girl's heaving torso.
"Well, Ginger," Murray said, standing up for a stretch. "How was it?"
"No complaints, Bro," the girl said, stopping them both in their track with her unexpected cheerfulness, "except one."
"What the hell is that?" Jill shot back indignantly.
"Well, with all that action going down," Ginger said, feeling one of the nylon lines being relieved from around her wrist, "I still haven't been fucked."