Chapter 3
Jane spent the rest of the day cleaning up the house, cleaning it as it had surely never been cleaned before by that worthless sister-in-law of hers. She nearly scrubbed the linoleum off the bathroom and kitchen floors, and she ran the vacuum cleaner for hours over the filthy carpet-ing in the rest of the house. She stooped to play-ing housekeeper only because she needed some violent form of activity to blow off the angry energy that was bottled up inside her, and hours upon hours of house-cleaning helped calm her down somewhat.
How dare Rory defy her like that! How dare he run off after she'd ordered him to do some work! She'd thrash the hide off him when she got her hands on him. It was only because his father had neglected thrashing him regularly when he'd been younger that he'd turned into such a disobedient, disrespectful bum. He was worse in her eyes than his brother and sister. Skip and Carla might have played some filthy games behind her back, but there was no indica-tion that those two had intended to defy her directly by running out on their assigned work. Rory deserved to be hung by his thumbs and scoured with barbed wire.
During the course of her house-cleaning, Jane visited the bedroom from time to time where her niece and nephew lay bound to the twin beds. The sight of them naked and bound helplessly gave her great satisfaction, but despite the throbbing of her tightly-swollen cuntlips, she denied to herself that there was anything sex-ual about her satisfaction.
She told herself her satisfaction was purely the satisfaction of seeing discipline incarnate, discipline in action. The sight of Skip's erect cock enraged her, and she never left the room without demanding that he make it soft. When he failed to obey, she cracked the leather belt across his naked flesh, including across his cock and balls. The screams the boy let out were some of the most exciting screams she'd ever heard.
"You filthy animal!" she taunted. "You must learn not to become sexually excited in the presence of your sister. You will lie there and rot until you learn." She glanced at Carla and smiled. The girl smiled back. "And you, my dear, must learn to wear proper clothing."
"Yes ma'am," Carla said. "I'm sorry, Aunt Jane."
"You'd better be," Jane said. "I'm still debating whether to use the belt on you. You surely deserve it."
"Yes ma'am," Carla said.
Jane raised the belt, and Carla closed her eyes, her young body tense, straining against her bonds. She winced and jumped as Jane let the belt dangle down and tickle Carla's tits. Jane laughed as she left the room. The threat of tor-ture could be as effective as torture itself.
When dinner time came around, Jane realized there wasn't any food in the house that was fit to eat. She'd thrown away most of the stuff in the refrigerator when she'd defrosted it, and what was left was junk-sauces and soft drinks.
She didn't like the idea of leaving Skip and Carla tied up when she left the house, but she wouldn't be gone long, and she really did need to get some food. She found Skip's keys and left in the car to find a supermarket.
Upstairs, Skip started muttering when he heard her drive off. "I'm gonna kill her! I'm gonna get loose, and I'm gonna kill her."
"Don't bust a blood vessel," Carla said. "It's more likely she'll kill you before you kill her."
"Shut up!" Skip snapped, and he struggled violently against his ropes. The harder he struggled, the tighter the ropes cut into his wrists and ankles.
"Your cock stands straight up in the air when you strain like that," Carla said. "Do it some more. It's real cute."
"Fuck you, bitch!"
Carla laughed. "You're in no condition to fuck me, little brother. Aunt Jane's got you where she wants you, and it's where you belong."
"When I get loose, I'm gonna choke you to death with my prick, big sister. I swear it."
"Not with Aunt Jane around, you won't," Carla said. "She likes me. Or haven't you noticed that? She hasn't laid a hand on me."
"Except to tie you up."
"She's just playing games," Carla said. "She gets her rocks off that way. She'd rather lick my pussy, but she's afraid to ask, so she ties me up and gets off on looking at my beautiful naked body."
"You know what I'm gonna do when I get loose? I'm gonna rape you, bitch."
"Aunt Jane won't let you," Carla taunted. "I'll rape that bitch too," Skip mumbled, and Carla shrieked with laughter.
Five minutes later, Rory came home. He was wound up from his afternoon of fucking. He'd only managed to find one of his string of mar-ried women available, and he'd fucked her for hours, bringing her to one climax after another without himself coming. He enjoyed holding off sometimes so he could experience the kind of orgasm that blew his mind. The only trouble was that today he'd had to jump out the bedroom window when the husband had unexpectedly arrived home, and he'd been denied the release he'd been building up to all afternoon. He slip-ped into the house and headed straight for his bedroom to beat off before his nuts exploded and his cock split open. The woman's fuck-juices hadn't even dried yet on his prick and balls.
"What the hell!" Rory stood in the doorway of the bedroom, staring with disbelief at Skip and Carla. His cock nearly tore open his shorts at the sight of his naked, bound sister, and the glistening red fuckmeat between her cuntlips. He was aware of Skip's welt-covered body, but once his eyes fell on Carla's tits, he forgot all about Skip.
"Untie me!" Skip said. "Aunt Jane did this. She's crazy, a fucking psycho. She strapped me, for christsake. Untie me!"
Rory moved in a trance. His hands started to untie Skip's wrist ropes, but his mind was only on his succulent, deliciously naked and helpless sister. He'd been itching to get his cock up her juicy little pussy since Junior High, but she was a tough, unseducible little bitch if there ever was one. She was a cocktease, though, the worst cocktease he'd ever known. After untying a few knots, Rory's hands abandoned Skip's bonds and moved to his own shorts. He undressed quickly, mechanically, aware of Skip shouting, as if from a distance, that Rory should untie him, aware of Carla scowling at him and say-ing, "Don't you dare! Don't you dare!"
Stark naked, his cock feeling as big as a baseball bat, Rory climbed up on the bed on which his sister lay helplessly bound. She squirmed, trying to escape, spitting at him, screaming at him to stop, telling him she was going to kill him.
"It's incest!" she screamed. "Incest!" But the word only excited Rory more.
As he settled down on top of her, he guided his cock, still moist and slick with the other woman's cuntal lube, between his sister's soft pussylips. The moment his prickhead kissed the wet meat of her steaming crotch, Rory thrust. His cock torpedoed up her cunt to the very hilt.
Carla arched up, her cunt stuffed with her brother's hot cock. "Damn you! Goddamn youuuuu!"
She spat at him, tried to bite him, but he kept his flushed face out of range of her teeth. He was delirious, quivering in every cell of his body. He rubbed his belly against her belly, got his mouth around one of her tits and sucked. She groaned, and her cunt squeezed his cock. He gnawed her other tit, making her cunt contract some more.
"You fucking bastard!" Carla gasped. "You fucking pervert! You're sick! Sick!"
"You're the sick one," Skip called from over on the other bed. "Fuck her, Rory! Ream that bitch out!"
He squirmed, his own cock nearly shooting off from the excitement of watching his older brother rape his cockteasing sister. As excited as he was, though, he kept one hand busy try-ing to loosen the rope around his left wrist. Rory had untied a few knots, had loosened the rope enough to give Skip a chance of getting his left wrist free.
"Ram that slut! Ram her! Yeah, give it to her!"
Rory didn't need any urging from his brother to keep his loins thrusting and his cock plung-ing. The pleasure he was giving his cock was some of the best pleasure he'd ever felt. He was wound up from having not gotten the chance to cream the housewife this afternoon, and now he was acting out one of his most secret, most exciting fantasies-that of raping his own sister. He rammed so hard that his hipbones collided with his sister's hipbones and sent jolts through both their bodies. Each time his cock plunged into the juicy fuckhole between his sister's legs, he grunted with toe-curling pleasure, the fuck- sensation saturating not only his cock, but shooting through his balls and asshole and down his legs.
"Oh yeahhh, yeahhh!" he moaned, driving savagely, letting all out the pent-up energy in his muscular loins. "Aw fuck, aw shit!"
The headboard of the bed banged against the wall. Carla writhed, screaming and whimper-ing, trying not to feel the pleasure her brother's cock was giving her. He was violating her body. She hadn't given him permission to enter her. He was raping her. Raping her!
"Damn you!" she screamed. "You big dumb sick animal! You stupid bull! I hate you! I'll kill you!"
She strained so hard against her ropes that her hands and feet became numb. She would rip her hands and feet right off if she had to escape her bondage and get away from her rut-ting brother.
"Feels so good!" Rory mumbled, the muscles of his back rippling as he humped relentlessly between his sister's legs: His big cock plunged, making the juices flow in Carla's cunt and leak out to moisten the bedsheet. His big hairy balls slapped against his sister's wet crotch, getting slick with her juices.
Skip almost had his left hand loose. When he got it loose he knew he would have to concen-trate on untying his other hand instead of let-ting his freed hand grab his prick and pound the shit out of it. He needed to save his load, because as soon as Rory was finished raping Carla, he was going to jump on her and rape her himself. His hand came free and he giggled with elation. He gave his cock one good hard squeeze, then went to work, untying his other hand.
Rory grunted, moaned, tossing his head from side to side. His body dripped with sweat. He didn't think he'd ever fucked so hard and fast without a letup. His lungs heaved. His heart banged as hard as his loins were thrusting. The pleasure streamed through his cock, up his spine and through his legs. The tips of his toes tingled. He collapsed on his sister, biting her on the mouth before she could bite him, grinding his muscular chest against her hot, spongy tits, churning his cock inside her, crushing her. A flame of mind-blowing sensation drilled the core of his cock and he began to shake all over. His nuts contracted. The cum gushed through his piss tube.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he b...llowed. "Uhhhhhhh!" His body jerked spastically as his cock flexed and his cum splashed in the depths of his sister's cunt.
She lay under him limply, helplessly, letting him shoot fire into her loins. His cock flexed inside her so hard that she imagined she had a live snake inside her. As she relaxed, the pleasure she'd been denying herself mushroomed in her loins and her swollen fuck- tissues began to pulse with orgasm.
"Ohhhhh Goddddd!" she moaned. Then she gasped, humping up against her writhing brother, fucking herself on his spurting cock. All she cared about now was the feeling, the incredible pleasure. She strained against her bonds, mad to wrap her arms and legs around the muscular young man grinding down on top of her.
Jane came into the kitchen with her bag of groceries. She heard noises coming from upstairs and immediately sensed trouble. She dropped the groceries on the kitchen table, yanked her belt out of her jeans, and headed up the stairs.
Standing in the doorway of her nephew's bedroom, she paused for a few moments, try-ing to assimilate the scene in front of her. Skip lay where she'd left him, but all she saw on the other bed was the backside of a sweaty, writh-ing, grunting young man. Only Carla's arms and legs were visible, sticking out from under the mass of grinding muscle. She was so stunned by what she saw that it took her a few seconds to realize that it was Rory who was raping the helpless young girl. She raised the belt and attacked.
Rory's eyes nearly popped out as the belt cracked across his back. He was still spurting cum into his sister, and the slashing crack of th leather belt stunned him, sent such a jolt through him that he thought he was ejaculating his balls through his cock. He arched sharply, gasping. When the second scouraging blow hit him, he yanked his cock out of his sister and fell off the bed, completely disoriented.
"You beast!" Aunt Jane yelled. "You vicious, disobedient, filthy, worthless animal!"
With each word, she cracked the belt across Rory's flesh, not caring where she hit him, lay-ing welts on his face as well as on his back and legs and chest.
Rory had no chance to defend himself. He was too weak from his orgasm, too shocked by the surprise attack to get his wits together. All he could do was writhe in agony on the floor between the beds, pleading for mercy as the snot ran from his nose and the tears from his eyes. The more pathetically he begged, the more savagely Aunt Jane beat him. She might have beat him to death if Skip hadn't finally got free of his restraints and tackled her from behind.
Now Skip had the advantage of a surprise attack on Aunt Jane. He drove into her with such force that he knocked the wind out of her and toppled her over on top of Rory. As she lay gasping for breath, Skip restrained her hands with her own belt. Then he dragged her off Rory. When she tried to sit up, he put a foot on her chest and forced her back down, then straddled her, sitting on her tits and forcing her shoulders to the ground with his knees. His cock throbbed up and down, pounding her face like a billyclub.
"Shove it down her throat!" Rory said. "The fucking bitch! Choke her to death!"
He crawled on his belly, his flesh on fire from the scourging he'd taken, and he pulled viciously on Aunt Jane's hair, forcing her to open her mouth so Skip could fuck her throat.
Skip had forgotten his sister, who was lying spread out and vulnerable on the bed. All he cared about now was getting back at Aunt Jane for what she'd done to him and Rory. He would get a real charge out of punishing her, Using his cock as a weapon. His teeth clenched in a sadistic grin as he stuffed his sweaty, lube-dripping cock into his aunt's mouth and down her throat. The woman retched on his big smelly cock, but Skip kept grinding it down her throat until his hairy groin was mashing her nose and her chin was buried between his sweaty balls.
The woman's face turned purple, almost blue. Her eyes glared up with such hatred that Skip couldn't look directly into them. He focused on her thinly stretched lips, which were almost split-ting open around his thick, veiny cock. Suddenly, her teeth sank into the base of his cock and he howled. He smacked her on the cheek twice, and her teeth backed off.
"Fuck her throat," Rory said. "Make her eat your cum." His fingers were wound in Aunt Jane's hair, and he pulled her hair steadily, making her scalp throb with a constant fire and her eyes fill with tears.
Skip began to work his cock `in and out, massaging it against the soft, wet flesh in Aunt Jane's throat and mouth. He watched his veiny shaft ripple against Aunt Jane's wet lips. He thought he must be dreaming this. Earlier today he'd fucked his sister's smart-ass face for the first time, and now he was fucking his aunt's. His cock was ready to split open with pleasure and satisfaction-the satisfaction of revenge.
Jane gagged repeatedly. on the filthy cock ramming in and out of her throat. If she didn't choke to death, if she lived through this, she feared she'd never be able to swallow again without pain. It was as if a fist were being slammed against her tonsils and down her gullet. She lay there helplessly, her mouth gaping, choking on her nephew's plunging fuck-salami,
the scent of his stinking balls and groin asphyx-iating her. Sweat from his reeking armpits trickled down his flanks and ended up dripping on her cheeks. She wished she were dead.
"Man, that's a pretty sight!" Rory said, watching his brother's big stinking cock disap-pear in his aunt's mouth again and again. Each thrust of Skip's cock avenged for Rory the pain he'd suffered at the hands of his lunatic aunt. Each time Skip delivered a screwing thrust down Aunt Jane's throat, each time she choked and her face flushed a bluish purple, Rory felt the throbbing fire in his welts grow a little less. He tightened his grip on her hair. "Eat that thing, lady! Choke on it! Choke to death on it!"
Skip was getting dizzy, losing control of himself. The more he worked his cock in his aunt's mouth, the more wound up he got. He felt tingles all through his cock and balls. Even his nipples tingled. He felt a wild throbbing in his asshole and he knew there was no turning back. He pistoned his cock in and out, not car-ing if he broke Aunt Jane's nose or fractured her jaw. When he felt pleasure like this, he com-pletely lost control of himself.
"I'm gonna come!" Skip grunted. "Oh Jesus, uhhhhhh!" He rammed his cock in to the hilt and ground his belly against his aunt's face. Pleasure swirled through his nuts and streamed through his cock. Jism gushed down his aunt's gullet like molten lava.
Jane's eyes and nose burned with the potent fumes of the boy's cum. The sticky, slimy fluid splashed against her tonsils and throat, gagging her, choking her. She wretched so hard that she feared she'd vomit out her guts.
"Drink it, bitch!" Rory said, cuffmg her alongside the face and simultaneously pulling her hair. "Swallow every drop of that cream."
Skip braced his hands on the floor and fucked, pumping out round after round of hot cum, pleasuring his bucking, quivering prick in the softness and wetness and warmth of his aunt's raped mouth. His cock got so sensitive that his fuck-pleasure verged on pain. He ram-med his cock in all the way, letting it squirm and vibrate until every spurt and fuck-tingle had been milked from it by Aunt Jane's throat muscles as she swallowed repeatedly.
Jane had never experienced such relief in her life as when Skip finally hauled his cock out of her throat. She lay there, completely exhausted, her throat throbbing and raw. She listened to her nephews debate what to do with her, but she had no illusions of trying to escape. She was too weak, too wrung out, and she was sure she'd been poisoned by Skip's cum. She could feel the cum pooled in her stomach, and she felt nauseous.
The boys decided to drag her down to the basement. She stumbled along without resisting. She was their prisoner now.