Chapter 1
"So these are my new nieces," Louise Kelly said with a great big grin as the two girls came off the flight.
Charity and Daphne Carlson were defensive at once. They had never met their new aunt, for she'd only married Gavin a few months before. It had been a family scandal, and they could see why. Louise was over ten years younger than Gavin for a start, and that wouldn't be approved of. She was also far more beautiful
than Gavin's first wife, with a strong, square face, black close-cut curls and a pair of deep, dark eyes that looked at the two girls with almost frightening intensity. Her wide, sensual mouth had a smile on it that was also rather frightening, though neither of the girls could have said why.
"You know Mike, of course," Louise said, waving to Gavin's eighteen-year-old son who stood close by, grinning at his cousins. He was tall, broad-shouldered and with the makings of a real barrel chest from the wrestling he did.
Behind him was Gavin, watching his nieces closely. He was in his forties, with a receding hairline, but that didn't diminish his power at all. Mike had his shoulders, though nothing like his aura of command. He grinned and came forward.
"Well, well," he said. "You two sure grew up, hey, Mike?"
"Yeah, Dad," Mike said, and gave another great grin that made the two girls feel frightened once more.
"Let's get your bags and get home," Louise said. "I'm sure you're tired after the journey."
"Yes," Charity said shyly. She felt she had to speak, being the eldest of the sisters. But she was far more withdrawn than Daphne and wanted to hide from this side of her family.
"Well, tell me," Gavin said as they were driving out of the airport. "What happened?"
"Dad walked out," Daphne said, and Charity let her go on. "Mom's gone off to find him. That's why she sent us to stay with you, Uncle. Till she can get him to come home again."
Gavin laughed.
"Shit," he said, and made both the girls jump. "In that case you'll be living with us forever."
He swung the car onto the freeway.
"What do you mean?" Daphne asked nervously, her blonde hair tossing as she tried to pull away from Mike's leg, which was pressing against hers too hard.
Gavin laughed again. "My sister is, well, not very good at holding her men. It's a wonder she ever had you two. But, fuck you sure came out well, hey?"
The girls blushed and hung their heads.
Louise turned around. "Did your mother ever say anything about problems with Jack?"
"No," Charity said stubbornly, though she had heard the fights.
"Bit hard on her, was he?" Louise asked, and the other three in the car laughed, though the girls had no idea why.
"Hard?" Gavin chuckled. "Fuck, my sister's after a cock that stays soft the whole time!"
Daphne and Charity knew what he meant, though they wouldn't say it. Their mother said plainly that sex was for having children and nothing else. When she had the two girls, she gave it up. And then wondered why Alan had an affair. She had faced him with it and screamed at him, so he had walked out.
The girls, of course, defended their mother. Men were beasts, they knew that, and now Uncle Gavin had confirmed their suspicions. If that was what their stay was going to be like, they would ask their mother to come and get them as soon as she could.
However, their room in the large, rambling house was large and spacious, with two double beds in it, almost like a motel room. Louise showed them the bathroom and left them alone.
"I'm going to have a shower," Charity said, and undressed right away.
The two sisters were alike in some ways. They were both slim, with lovely young, thrusting tits and tight asses leading to long, shapely legs. Daphne had the blonder hair, falling to her shoulders in long waves. Charity had more of her mother's coloring, darker, almost brunette. If this was a disadvantage, she made up for it with a more beautiful face, her mouth pouting with innocent sensuality. Her soft green eyes looked out on the world with fright, and she avoided any kind of confrontation.
Daphne was the more bubbly, outgoing one, even though she was two years younger than Charity. Her face was more open, her body was flaunted more, her blue eyes looked more at people. She waited while Charity showered and then went in herself.
Charity was sitting on one of the beds, in nothing but her bra and panties, when there was a knock on the door. She stopped the brush in her hair to ask who it was, but already the door was opening.
She squealed and pulled her towel around herself just before Mike and two of his friends came in.
"Hi," Mike said, "this is Alan and this is Robb - buddies of mine. They didn't believe you two was so beautiful."
"Mike!" Charity wailed. "I'm not dressed, please leave!"
Mike grinned and moved closer, leaving his buddies by the door.
"So, don't you think this would be a great time to show us what you've got?" he asked.
"Daphne!" Charity screamed. "Go away, Mike, go away!"
She backed up along the bed until she came to the head of it, clutching the towel around herself.
The shower turned off and Daphne yelled, "What is it?"
"Mike's in here, and he's got two friends with him and he won't leave!" Charity screamed.
Daphne poked her head around the door and gave a scream of surprise.
"Mike!" she gasped. "Get out of here, we aren't dressed!"
"Great," he said, and pushed the door open, grabbing Daphne's arm and pulling her into the room stark naked.
"Mike!" she screamed, trying to cover her lovely young tits with her hands. "Stop, leave! Uncle Gavin, Aunt Louise, help, help!" Mike still had his grip on the young girl. He twisted her in a wrestling hold and threw her across the bed. She gasped, screaming again as she turned and crouched, trying to hide her naked body as she stared at the grinning boys at the far end of the room.
"What the hell is going on?" Louis asked, coming through the door. "Oh, Mike, you impatient bastard! You might have waited until after dinner!"
She stood by the door and crossed her arms. Suddenly she looked even more menacing than before, with her tight slit skirt, the blouse that showed her bra underneath and her high, spiked heels.
"Fuck, Mom, look at them! We couldn't wait!" Mike exclaimed.
"Tell them to leave, Aunt!" Daphne moaned, covering her tits with her arms.
"Why?" Louise asked. "They're just a bit more horny that I thought. But who can blame them with a couple of delicious pieces of ass like you around? They've all probably got a couple of loads to shoot before dinner, so get on with it. Don't worry, they'll have a lot left for afterward. That's the great thing about young men, they shoot like hell, hard and often, and you can't get their cocks to stay down! I can't, but we'll see how you two perform!"
She turned to the door and closed it.
"Aunt, no, what are you saying?" Daphne asked. She crouched closer to the bed, trembling all over.
"Come here, you gorgeous bit of stuff," Mike said, and grabbed Daphne, flinging her on her back. "Fuck, am I gonna enjoy this!"
"Mike!" Louise gasped, striding forward "You kids today, I mean don't you learn anything?"
She pulled him away from the cowering, trembling Daphne.
"You guys would shoot your loads in five minutes and be gone," Louise said. "I'm gonna show you how to keep fucking until dinnertime, how about that? Now just wait and trust me."
"Okay, Mrs. Kelly," Robb said. He was short and stocky, with a wrestler's chest.
"Aunt Louise, no, what are you doing!" Daphne screamed.
"You don't think you're getting all this free, do you?" Louise asked. "You're paying for this stay and, since you don't have any money, you can pay for it with those wonderful bodies of yours! At least you'll get to use them here, unlike at home!"
"No, Aunt Louise, you can't!" Daphne screamed. "No, let me go, let me go!"
She panted and shifted back on the bed as Louise advanced on her.
"Mike and Alan," Louise said, "there's a large trunk in my bedroom, go and bring it here will you? It's at the foot of the bed."
"Yes, Mrs. Kelly," they said at once, and rushed off.
From her place at the end of the bed, Charity could see the massive hard bulges in front of the boys' pants. She knew that they stuck their cocks into girls' soft little pussies and fucked them. And Aunt Louise was going to let them. It was too horrible to think about. But it got worse at once.
"You stay where you are," Louise said to Daphne. "Charity, stand up and take that towel off!"
"P-please, Aunt Louise!" Charity gasped, breaking into floods of tears. "What are you doing?"
"Telling you to stand up!" Louise shouted. She came over and stood close to Charity, waiting, her spiked heel twisting in the carpet.
"Stand up!"
Slowly, sobbing uncontrollably, Charity stood up, keeping the towel clutched to her body.
"Let that towel down," Louise said.
"No, no, please, not here, not with Mike here!" Charity wept.
"Take it off," Louise said, and waited, smiling nastily.
"Oh, no, please, Aunt Louise, no!" Charity sobbed.
There was a noise in the doorway and the two boys came back, carrying the large trunk between them. They put it down against the wall at Louise's instruction and stood aside, waiting, their eyes feasting on the two terrified sisters.
Louise went over and opened the trunk. She took out a thin cane and came back. Daphne gave a scream of horror and crouched deeper onto the bed, but Louise was heading for Charity.
"Take that towel off!" she hollered.
"Please, Aunt Louise, no, please!" Charity cried, staring at the cane with horrified, fascinated eyes.
"Take it off," Louise said levelly.
"N-no!" Charity sobbed.
Louise tapped the cane in her palm. "Take it off."
"Please, Aunt Louise, no!" Charity whispered.
"Mike," Louise said, "find something in the trunk you think this other one would look good in. You other two, come here and hold this one over the back of that chair. Face-down^, and spread her legs wide!"
"No-what are you doing?" Charity asked as the two boys came toward her, their faces grinning, their cocks thrusting against their pants.
They grabbed her and dragged her over to the chair, letting her keep the towel over the front of her body, even keeping it in place when they pushed her down over the low, padded chair back. She screamed and struggled, but even one of the boys was far too strong for her. Alan held her while Robb took some leather belts from Louise, put one of them around her ankle, and lashed that to the back leg of one of the chairs.
"Stop them, stop them!" Charity screamed in terror as Robb took her other ankle and lashed that to the second back leg of the chair. She struggled against Alan, but he held her down.
"Hold her hair," Louise said as she came up to the two boys.
"Sure," Alan said, sounding as if he couldn't believe his luck. He grabbed a handful of Charity's luxuriant hair and held her head down almost into the cushion of the chair.
"Now, let's see how this loosens her up," Louise said.
Charity wailed and pulled against Alan's hands, but she was helpless. Her face was close to Alan's crotch and she could see his cock-bulge absolutely clearly, thrusting out, throbbing against the material of his jeans.
"Just look at her boys," Louise said. "If you'd rushed, you'd have missed all this."
Charity presented a wonderful sight to their lustful eyes. Her long legs were stretched tight, her ass stuck up on the chair back, her tight asscheeks pulling her little blue nylon panties so tight over her flesh that the boys could see everything. Across her back, the thin strap of her matching bra stood out against her shivering skin.
"Now," Louise said.
The thin cane lashed across her ass, beating a line of red agony into ner flesh, the force of the wood making a long indentation in her panties.
"Aaagghhhh!" she screamed, her body shaking as she twisted, tearing against Alan's grip on her hair. "Nooooo!"
But the cane landed again, whipping another line of pain into her suffering ass. Her hands went back, trying to protect her ass.
"Hold her fuckin' hands, Alan," Louise said. "I don't want to take all night."
Charity screamed, but Alan leaned down and grabbed both her wrists in one huge hand and twisted them hard up her back. He kept the grip on her hair, just to make things even worse for her. She wept with the extra pain in her arms and shoulders, but it was nothing compared to the agony that erupted from her ass as Louise lashed her again.
"This is the way to whip a little shit like this," Louise said, lashing the cane in hard, making Charity scream in agony as a third line of pain joined the others. "Make sure the cane lands properly, or you only get half the effect. See how the lines should be? Get them close for the maximum pain, but not joined until you've covered the whole ass! See?"
She whipped Charity, the cane bending as it lashed into the suffering girl's flesh.
"Aaaaagghh, please, please, stop!" Charity screeched, her body a mass of agony, her ass throbbing with pain.
Daphne stared from the bed, trembling all over and shaking so badly she couldn't even think. She saw her sister's ass getting another horrible stroke of the cane and heard her scream of desperate agony. A flurry of black things dropped all around her.
"Go in the bathroom and put them on," Mike said. "And these, I reckon you'll look really good in these."
He held out a pair of five-inch heels.
Daphne gave her sister one terrified look, grabbed the things and the shoes and rushed into the bathroom. She leaned against the door, sobbing helplessly. Her first idea, to escape, was gone at once. She'd forgotten that the bathroom didn't even have a window, let alone another door. She stood panting in terror. She heard another terrified scream of agony from Charity and dropped to the floor, clutching herself, terrified out of her mind.
"How many was that?" Louise asked, staring at the red mass of Charity's ass.
"Six, I think," Mike said.
"Well, in the early stages it's easy," Louise said, "you just count the stripes. See?"
She walked up to Charity's heaving, trembling, red-lined ass and pulled her panties aside. She ran her finger down the whipped flesh, counting to herself.
"Five," she said. "One more."
Charity screamed and tossed, her hair aching from Alan's grip on it.
"No, Aunt Louise, please," she cried. "Ohhh, aaaghhh! Ohhh, help me, help me!"
"Now, are you ready to take that towel off?" Louise asked, tapping the cane in her hand.
"Yes, Aunt Louise!" Charity moaned, shaking all over, her heart pounding with horror.
"Good," Louise said. "Let her up, boys."
Alan let go of her hair and wrists, and Charity pulled herself upright. Instantly, she reached back, rubbing her sore ass, trying to ease the pain. She stood sobbing as Mike untied her ankles, the towel forgotten and still over the back of the chair. Her lovely young tits thrust out, only partly hidden by the bra, her prominent nipples pushing out against the lacy fabric.
"Turn around," Louise said.
Shivering with horror, Charity turned to face the four of them. Louise tapped the cane in her hand.
"Put your hair right," she said. "You look a mess."
Charity's fingers trembled, but she ran her hands through her lovely hair and managed to push it into some kind of shape.
"Go over there," Louise said.
Charity went and stood in the middle of the room.
"Slide your hands down your legs and hold your ankles," Louise said.
Charity was too terrified to do anything other than obey. She slid her hands down her legs, stretching her ass back up for them all to see. She ran her hands down her calves to her ankles.
"Open your legs wider!" Louise gasped.
Charity shuffled her legs open and held her position, weeping and staring at the carpet at the terrible humiliation she suffered.
"She could use some heels too," Louise said, coming over and running her hand over Charity's aching, whipped ass. "But you can see what I mean. Just look at that. Doesn't it just get your cocks throbbing like crazy? I mean, don't you just want to slam them up this cute little cunt?"
Her fingers ran over the crotch of Charity's panties while the terrified girl sobbed and the boys moaned with lust.
"Ooohh, fuck, Mrs. Kelly!" Alan gasped. "I don't think I can hold out-fuck, what a sight!"
"Don't move," Louise said to Charity. She walked over to Alan and slid her hand over the front of his jeans. "Waiting is what separates the men from the boys, Alan. You think you're gonna come, do you?"
"Uuurrrrhhh-yes, Mrs. Kelly, ohhh yesss!" he moaned. "I can't keep it in!"
He blushed and his face strained as Louise's skillful fingers worked his cock.
"Tell you what, Alan," Louise said, her hand running over the bulge in his pants. "How would you like to shoot all over her face? Huh? Be good for you?"
He gasped, his hips jerking wildly, the bulge in the front of his jeans throbbing in Louise's hands. "Yes, yes, Mrs. Kelly! Yessss!"
"Call me Louise, after all, if you prove to be a real man over the next few hours, you might even end up fucking me. Would you like that?" She teased him, playing with his throbbing cock.
Alan gasped, his hips jerking.
"Would you like that?" Louise asked.
Through her spread legs, Charity watched the terrible scene as it was played out. Her ass ached from the whipping, but she didn't dare move.
"Ohhh, God, fuck yes, yes, Mrs-Louise!" Alan moaned, staring at Louise's lovely body and the swell of her tits in front of her tight blouse.
"Ohhh, good!" Louise whispered. She unzipped the front of his jeans and reached inside.
Alan's eyes bulged and he gave a long moan as Louise skillfully eased his bone-hard cock out of his pants. It stood up, throbbing, bouncing from his loins, seven inches of lust, a drop of pre-cum fluid bobbing on the end of his piss-slit.
"Now, show me what a man you can be and don't touch it," Louise said. "If you do, you'll come and waste it all. Now watch!"
She stepped back and reached for the top button of her blouse.
Mike was grinning as he watched his stepmother perform a cock-stiffening strip. Robb and Alan were staring, out of their minds with pent-up lust.
Slowly, button by button, Louise eased the sides of her blouse apart, revealing the lacy top of her bra and the swelling of her delicious tits in the cups. She went on, pulling the sides of the blouse open, easing it out of the waistband of her skirt and letting it slide down her arms and drop to the floor. She reached for her belt and slipped it open, then unzipped the skirt and slid that down, showing the back of her waist slip beneath. She dropped the skirt and reached for the slip, working that down, over her tight ass cheeks and down her swelling thighs until she finally stepped out of it. Then she stood there in just a tight pair of matching bra and panties, her black stockings and her high, spiked heels. She walked back to Alan and posed in front of him, her dark hair framing her hard, beautiful face, her luscious red lips pouting at the shaking boy.
"Would you like to take my bra off, Alan?" she asked.
Alan gurgled as he reached for the clasp of Louise's bra. His fingers trembled and his cock jerked as he struggled with the tiny clip.
"Big boys know how to do it," Louise said. "Don't keep a lady waiting!"
Charity's legs ached almost as badly as her ass as she had to stay in the terribly humiliating position, bent double, her legs spread wide. She saw Alan's hands finally get the clip open and ease the cups of Louise's bra apart.
The boys gasped with lust. Louise had a wonderful body. It was slim and curved, her tits thrust out. Her body as a whole had the rounded curves of a woman more than the tight curves of youth that Charity and Daphne had.
Louise took Alan's hand and ran it to her tits, letting him hold her delicious mounds. He moaned and gasped, his cock throbbing, bouncing around close to Louise's hot body.
"Ooooh, poor baby!" Louise groaned, sliding her hand over his cock again. "I've got you so hot now, I'd better deliver before you shoot your load up my arm! You," she snapped at Charity, "come here!"
Charity straightened up and wondered what horror was coming to her.
"Come here and kneel!" Louise gasped.
Charity's legs felt like rubber as she went over, her steps unsteady. But she got there, close to Louise and Alan, while the other two boys grinned and chuckled, staring at her body, covered only by her little blue bra and panties. She knelt slowly, shaking and weeping a little.
"Hold her," Louise said.
With a big grin, Mike came behind Charity and gripped her arms, ramming her wrists up to her shoulder blades, making the helpless girl sob and moan in pain. Then he gripped her hair and pulled her face up, forcing her to stare right at the throbbing head of Alan's cock as Louise worked her skillful fingers up and down on it.
"Poor baby," Louise said as she worked Alan's fuck-rod. She moved closer to him, working his cock harder, her hands sliding over the throbbing flesh with long, caressing strokes.
"Aaahhhh!" Alan gasped, his hips heaving and his cock pumping at Louise's hands. "Ohhhh, fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna shoot it all!"
"Of course, baby, now shoot it nice and high!" Louise murmured, working his prick harder, her fingers tightening on his throbbing cock.
"Yaaahhhhh!" Alan yelled. "Oohh, fuuuuuuck, ohhhhhh fuuuuuck!'' He leaned back, his cock throbbing and swelling a foot or so from Charity's staring face.
Charity saw the cock grow, saw the pulsating prickhead throb and jerk in Louise's fingers. Then a sudden stream of white cum burst out of the tiny cockslit and arched through the air.
Charity screamed, and pushed against Mike's grip, but he held her so tightly she couldn't move at all. The stream of cum splattered all over her face, thick hot gobs of jism hitting her mouth and cheeks and running down them as another stream of cum gushed out of Alan's cock and mashed into her eyes, running down her nose.
"Yaaahhhh! Ooohhh, this is great, oohhhh!
Mrs. Kelly, that's wonderful!" Alan bellowed as his cock shot another geyser of spunk,, splashing all over Charity's mouth as she struggled, her mouth closed tight, moaning horribly.
"Silly boy," Louise said caressingly as she jerked his cock, sending another gush of cum into Charity's cum-covered face. "It's Louise, not Mrs. Kelly!"
"Sorry, Louise!" Alan moaned, his cock spurting cum as his balls emptied.
He gasped and thrust, trying to get his cock into Charity's helpless mouth.
"Oooohhh, fuck, Louise, I wanna fuck you!" Alan yelled, the words sending another stream of spunk pouring from his piss-slit. "Ohhh fuck, I wanna ram my cock right up your cunt, ohhh, fuck, I do!"
"How about down my throat?" Louise asked, her fingers still pulling the declining streams of cum from his cock and sending them mashing into Charity's face.
"Uuuurrgghhh!" Alan yelled, and shot another hot load. "Ooohhh, Louise! Ooohhh. Let me suck your pussy too! I'd love to suck your pussy!"
"Maybe," Louise said with a grin. "If you're really good and act like a man from now on."
"Oooohh, yes, I will!" Alan groaned as his cock finally gave out and the cum dribbled from his piss-slit and ran over his still-throbbing cockhead.
"Lick that cum off, Charity," Louise said, and led Alan in until his cockhead was inches from the sobbing girl's cum-covered mouth.
Charity struggled and moaned. Her face was covered in jism. It ran down her cheeks, over her nose and out of her eyes. It clung to her chin and her lips. She didn't dare open them, because some of it would run into her mouth if she did, but now her aunt was demanding that she lick the disgusting stuff from Alan's cockhead.
"I'll count to three," Louise said. "If I have to do it, the results will be very painful for you. One!"
Charity sobbed and struggled in Mike's grip. "Two!"
"Oh please, Aunt Louise, please!" Charity cried, and jammed her mouth back closed as drops of salty cum ran into her mouth. She thought she would throw up as she tasted the horrible stuff.
"Three! Okay, I promise you a great deal of agony in the next hour or so, young lady," Louise said.
As Charity moaned, her lips still clamped tight shut, Louise slid to her knees and licked at Alan's cockhead, taking the cum in, licking it up, and cleaning off his cock.
Alan gave a gasp and his cock jumped, hardening at once at the touch of Louise's mouth. By the time she had cleaned the last of the sticky goo off his cockshaft, it was hard and ready again. He moaned and stepped back, stuffing the hard cock back in his jeans as Louise let go of him. His eyes were glassy and he dropped onto the bed.
"Now," Louise said, "get that other little bitch out of the bathroom!"