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Part 2 of 3. For story description and content warnings, please see part 1.
Wendy and Kate are left home alone on Thursday. It’s the monthly shopping trip; while their father and brother go off to work and school respectively, both of their mothers embark on the hour-long drive to the nearest bulk discount store to stock up on foods and other goods for the next thirty or so days.
Sometimes Wendy and Kate are brought along to help, but more often than not they’re left home like this to finish the housework their mothers would otherwise have been doing that day, along with their schoolwork. There’s only so much trouble they can get into alone at the house, after all, and they’re generally well-behaved girls.
No sooner are their mothers out the door than Kate is cutting glances at Wendy, wide-eyed and imploring.
Wendy ignores her sister at first. They’re seated at the kitchen table, classwork in front of them, and she pretends to be focused on that, acting as if she doesn’t see Kate wriggling in her seat and chewing her lip.
“Wendy,” Kate says finally, half-whispering, even though there’s nobody around to overhear. “I–I really need to try again? Can we? While Ma and Momma are out?”
“I’m busy,” Wendy says, not looking up from the printed-out worksheets she’s penciling in. “Go do it yourself.”
“Please, Wendy! I got so close last time with you…” Kate’s voice wobbles tearfully.
Wendy sighs and rolls her eyes. “Okay, well, you’ll have to convince me first. Same way as last time. And I really have to finish this, so you can come do it in here while I work.”
“But…” Kate hesitates, cheeks flushing, looking around the kitchen. “Can’t you bring the worksheet to our room?”
“No. What’s the problem? Nobody else is home, Ma and Momma won’t be back for at least three hours.”
“It’s just…” Kate squirms again. “It feels so embarrassing.”
“So then go off upstairs and try to get off on your own. I don’t care,” Wendy says, shrugging. “I’m not getting behind on my schoolwork just because you’re horny.”
Kate whines and stands up from the table, rushing upstairs. For a moment, it looks almost as if she’s calling Wendy’s bluff and is just going to make another sad, lonely attempt at masturbation up there–but then her footsteps come hurrying back down, and she re-appears in the kitchen, carrying a pillow in her arms.
Wendy rests her cheek on her hand, hiding her smirk behind her fingers as she stares down at the math questions on her paper. “There,” she says, waving with her other hand at the floor next to her chair. “So I can watch.”
“Okay,” Kate agrees quietly. All protests have been subdued by her desire. As she kneels down, she has to hike her dress up around her waist to fit the pillow, exposing her warmly-colored thighs and the contrasting metal glint of the shield covering her sex.
Once again, the first press of the pillow against the chastity belt makes her shake and whimper. Her arousal rises like a fast tide, drawn tight by the teasing stimulation of the bumped texture rubbing up into her slick folds.
She can feel her clit throbbing, begging for stimulation, promising glorious relief if she could just give it a firm rub–like what she’d been caught doing when her parents had determined that she was of age, ready to be locked away from temptation.
Like Wendy does every night in bed, as Kate is forced to listen.
Kate whines and rocks her hips, hitching them forward first in a blind quest to get any pressure at all on her clit, and then rolling them back and groaning at the sensation of the texture dragging against her sensitive labia.
Wendy continues to fill out the answers on her trigonometry worksheet. After a while, she asks–not even bothering to look up–“What do you think about?”
“Uh. Huh?” Kate gasps, dazed. “What? Th-think about?”
“When you do that. You think about sexy things, right?”
“I…um. Yes. Sometimes,” Kate admits, squirming and rocking her hips, still mostly focused on trying to pleasure herself with the pillow.
“Like what? Tell me.”
“Just…you know…” Kate chews her lip, a blush spreading over her cheeks. “Getting…getting married. I imagine having a husband who, um…does with me like our father does with Ma and Momma…”
“Putting his cock in your cunny-hole? Flicking on your clit?” Wendy clarifies, finally looking up from the worksheet to gaze down at her sweating, wriggling sister.
“Y-yeah,” Kate whispers, embarrassed. “I think–it must feel so good, the way Ma and Momma moan when he does it to them…and I get hungry, deep inside, like my body really wants it…Isn’t it the same as what you, um, think about?”
“Mmm. No,” Wendy says, twirling her pencil in her fingers. “I hope my husband has another wife. I think about that a lot–like, I’m pretty, right? I think I could make him like me more, make him want to put his cock in me more than her. Not because I want it so much, but because I think it would be fun to…you bursa escort bayan know. See what that does to her.”
“Uh?” Kate responds, confused and distracted.
“Like, imagine if Father didn’t trade off on Ma and Momma, but he just picked one?” Wendy goes on. “And the other was…like you, sort of? Never getting her cunny used–but she wouldn’t even have marriage to look forward to, because she already has a husband and he just doesn’t want to put it in her. Wouldn’t that be something?”
Kate stares up at Wendy, confused and a little frightened by what she’s hearing. It’s never occurred to her that any woman–especially Wendy–would feel that way; it’s always seemed natural to Kate that women in their culture, in their situation, need to stick together. To help each other.
Wendy smiles and nods to herself. “I like the idea of that. I like it a lot. Maybe, if I get him to like me enough, he’ll even make her suck on my clit and things–you know, the stuff that the girls at school used to talk about doing? I think I could even talk him into letting me decide when she gets her cunny touched, if she gets to finish or not.”
“That’s not…” Kate bites her lip. “That’ll be his decision. Not–not yours. And married women aren’t supposed to…do that kind of thing together, are they?”
“Oh well. We’ll see about that.” Wendy turns back to her worksheet. “Don’t you want to do your nipples, too?”
Kate whines, but puts her free hand up to her chest, pulling the top of her dress down to get at one of her breasts and fondle her nipple. Her quiet whimpers and moans grow gradually louder, until the kitchen is filled with them.
She’s so noisy, in fact, that she covers the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Neither of the sisters hear a thing–until the front door opens.
Wendy jumps up from her chair with a gasp.
Kate just continues humping the pillow on the floor. She’s too lost in the sensation–eyes closed, entirely focused on the teasing of the texture against her slit, unaware that they’re no longer alone, until–
“What’s going on in here?” Gus demands from the kitchen doorway. “Kate! Wendy!”
Kate yelps, scrambling and tumbling to the side, pushing the pillow away from her as if trying to hide the evidence. The skirt of her dress is in appalling disarray, her face sweaty and pink from exertion and arousal.
“I didn’t do anything,” Wendy protests immediately. “I told her to stop, but she wouldn’t! Kate, I told you you’d be in trouble!”
Gus only gives Wendy a quick glance before he nods, easily accepting this; his father has said often enough that she’s not mature yet, that in spite of her age she doesn’t understand a grown woman’s desires. He steps further into the kitchen and picks up the pillow from the floor, looking at the damp patch on it, then down at Kate. “Kate, that’s shameful and unladylike. You know better.”
“I, but–” Kate stammers, still squirming a little, like she can’t keep still even without the pillow there to hump into. “I just…I…”
“No excuses. When Father hears about this–“
“No!” Kate squeaks. “I, he doesn’t! He doesn’t need to know! You don’t need to bother him–Gus, please!”
Her fear is well-justified. They all know well the punishment that their father exacts for unbecoming behavior: they’ve all seen their ma and their mother, in their turns, squirm and whimper and eventually cry from the sting of a freshly-shaved ginger plug stuffed inside their rears as he delivers a reprimanding and thorough spanking.
And Kate’s horror speaks to the fact that she’s already experienced it first-hand. As a punishment for begging too ardently and lewdly to touch herself during a Sunday lesson, she’d had a thin finger of ginger smeared through her wet labia and and then pushed up into her anus, and then had received a spanking that had left her in desperate tears, trapped between the burning pain of clenching around the ginger and the sharp sting of her father’s hand slapping into her buttocks.
Even worse had been after, when the brief touch of the ginger to her slit had left her tingling for hours, even more desperate than before.
“Kate…” Gus says, stern, though not entirely without sympathy.
“Please, Gus,” she begs, sensing him wavering and latching onto it. “I’ll do anything–your chores, whatever you want!”
Gus looked down at his sister on the floor: disheveled, desperate, flushed with frustrated arousal.
He looked back over his shoulder at the door. “…Where are Ma and Momma?”
“Out shopping. Shouldn’t be home for at least another two hours or so,” Wendy answers. “Why are you home early, anyway?”
“Class was cancelled for the day.” He lets out a heavy breath and pushes a hand through his hair, then looks down at Kate. “Okay. I guess, if there’s nobody around, we can settle this just between us. But I can’t just let you get off free, right?”
“Yes, okay. Just–just not the ginger, please,” Kate bursa escort sitesi begs, though she’s already relieved. Gus doesn’t have a key to her belt, so even if he does decide to put a plug of ginger up her butt, she at least won’t have to live with the tormenting burn of it having been rubbed over her slit.
“Not the ginger,” Gus agrees. “Come on, get up off the floor. Let’s go upstairs.” When Wendy sidles back towards her chair, Gus curls a finger at her. “You too, Wendy. You should watch.”
“But I have work to finish,” Wendy complains.
Gus gives her a firm, warning look. “We don’t do punishments privately in this house, you know that. You need to watch and learn. Come on.”
He steers both of his sisters upstairs, to his bedroom.
The young women are a little tentative to step inside; they don’t frequently enter Gus’s room, and, although he keeps it clean, it’s still a very male space–spartan, without the knick-knacks and frills that the girls have collected in their shared bedroom over the years, and smelling of the cologne that Gus uses.
“Take your dress off,” he instructs Kate. “Wendy, you can stand over there and watch.”
Kate strips down quickly. She’s eager to be obedient, happy to avoid the hellfire of discipline she’d be in for if their father found out about her fruitless, shameful attempts to masturbate. She doesn’t question it as Gus directs her to bend over his bed, to brace herself against the mattress with her butt pushed out behind her.
She’s expecting to be spanked.
It isn’t her favorite thing in the world, but it’s much more bearable without the involvement of the ginger, so it feels like a fair compromise to her. She’s already resolved herself to it, already committed to taking it without complaint.
She is not expecting her brother’s fingers–slick and wet with something cold–to prod at her anus.
“Ah!” she yelps, half-straightening in shock. “Gus, what–what are you–?!”
“Stay down,” Gus instructs firmly, pushing his hand–the one not coated in lube–on her shoulders. “I think you need to be reminded of why you’re wearing that belt. To be reminded of your role in the household when it comes to sexual pleasure. So I’m going to use you.”
“But–I–I’ve never–not there–” Kate protests, her voice squeaking with alarm and embarrassment, even as she obediently pushes herself back down to the bed. She yelps again when Gus prods at her once more, skewering one lube-slicked finger into her with firm, uncomfortable force. “Oh, that’s–Gus, I don’t like it!”
“It’s a punishment, you’re not supposed to like it,” he informs her. “Try to relax. Ma and Momma both relax when I open them up, it’ll make it easier.”
“I don’t know how,” Kate whines. “Gus, I’ve never–I’m a virgin.”
“You’ll still be a virgin after this, it’s just your rear,” Gus assures her. “Take deep breaths. Relax.”
Kate tries to follow his instructions, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out in a shaking sob. It’s several minutes–minutes of Gus pushing and twisting his finger inside her–before she finally manages to relax some of the muscles clenching against him, and then groans quietly in relief as some of the severe discomfort fades.
“That’s better,” Gus mutters, mostly to himself, but Kate flushes with embarrassment as she feels her body responding to the praise, relaxing more as her pussy flickers with a confused arousal.
“Careful,” Wendy warns from her position in the corner. “She’s really excited, Gus. Father’ll be mad if you accidentally make her do an orgy.”
“It’s called an orgasm,” Gus explains to Wendy, distracted, mostly focused on working a second finger into Kate. “You’ll be excited for them too, soon enough. But I’m just going to use her in the rear, women don’t orgasm from that.”
“Okay…If you say so…” Wendy says, watching the way Kate’s thighs twitch and her hips squirm as Gus continues to open her up.
Getting Kate ready takes longer than Gus is used to. She’s not experienced in anal the way their mothers are, not trained to relax and open up, not getting regularly used there. Finally–impatient and a little nervous–he shoves a final glob of lube into her and calls it good enough, pressing his slicked cock against her still-tight hole.
“Stay relaxed,” he warns her.
“I’m tryi-i-ING–GUS–” Kate squeals as he shoves his way slowly into her, forcing her anus open around his hard cock. “Wait, WAIT–take it out, it hurts!”
“It’s a punishment,” Gus reminds her, his voice already strained from the pleasure of her tight body clasping around him. “Just–be a good girl–and take it–“
He rocks in and out, gradually opening her up by force, making Kate whine and cry with discomfort. Because it is uncomfortable…Up until the point where Gus is seated fully in his sister–cock pressed deep into his sister’s rear–and he pushes up against a spot that feels…that feels…
“Oh,” Kate gasps, her knees shaking.
“This is what you’re for. Men’s pleasure, not your own,” Gus gasps, and he pulls out and pushes in again, hitting right against that spot. “Take it, Kate. Just like that. Good girl.”
At the same time, the movement rocks Kate firmly against the edge of his mattress…and it’s at just the right angle to push the topmost bump in her belt against the base of her clit.
“OH!” Kate squeals, knees trembling, feet slipping on the hardwood floor. “Gus, GUS–!”
Gus groans as her body clenches and trembles around him, and–no longer focused on his sister’s reactions, too absorbed in his own pleasure–he begins to fuck her in firm, steady thrusts.
Kate cries out with each thrust, each rhythmic press against that strange source of pleasure deep inside her, each spine-tingling kiss of that bit of texture against the base of her twitching clit. The pleasure singing through her body quickly overpowers the discomfort.
She finds herself relaxing hard into her brother’s use of her, reveling in the repeated stimulation, in not having to chase it herself–in being able to just give over to the pleasure, to submit, not thinking about where to hold herself or how to move to make the pleasure keep coming.
Her body flickers ravenously. Her clit, throbbing and desperate for contact after long months of neglect, erupts in little starbursts of sensation each time the bump nudges into it.
Kate isn’t thinking of any of the fantasies she’d mentioned to Wendy earlier. She isn’t imagining some faceless husband behind her, isn’t wondering about how much better it would feel to have a cock in the proper hole instead.
She’s fully focused on what’s happening to her right now: on the pleasure of being so roughly used by her brother, on how each powerful thrust of his hips is pushing her closer and closer to what feels like the most powerful orgasm of her life.
“G’nna come,” she whispers fervently into the muffling bedding that her face is pressed into, a raw prayer. Her fingers screw up in the sheets. “Uhh-hh…Gus…g’nna come…yes, yes, yes…!”
Gus isn’t listening. He’s focused on the building pressure in his balls, the illicit pleasure of his sister’s ass–much better than his own hand and even tighter than either of his mothers. He assumes the faint sounds coming from Kate are still protests and pleas, that she’s still in discomfort from not being prepared well enough.
But Wendy is listening. Wendy is paying attention.
She sees the way Kate’s body quivers, hears how her cries pitch up and grow tighter–just like their momma when she’s getting close to finishing. She hears Kate’s thin declarations of her impending orgasm.
Wendy knows what’s going to happen, and she sees the opportunity to make a choice.
She can keep quiet. Keep this knowledge to herself, and let her sister finally, at long last, enjoy the release of orgasm.
Or…
She could…
Wendy takes a couple of quick steps forward to the bed, and uses a sewing pin she’d found in her dress to prick Kate in the back of her knee.
“OW!” Kate yelps, flailing. The sharp pain shocks her back from the edge of orgasm, and her shifting and squirming to try and shake the sting out makes her lose that perfect angle that had been pressing the bump into her clit. “Oh–oh no, no–um–no–“
“Yes,” Gus groans as the pained, confused clenching of her body yanks him over the edge.
“No, no, no, wait, no, oh,” Kate stammers frantically, twisting and wriggling, trying to rut into the side of the bed, to get any stimulation at all on her clit again as Gus grinds hard against that spot inside her and–
“Ohhhh,” Kate moans as her body, confused and overstimulated, tips over into a weak, flickering mockery of an orgasm.
It’s numb and disappointing, just bare flickers of need and the humiliating discomfort of squeezing her sore anus around her brother’s cock. Nothing at all like the massive explosion of ecstasy that had seemed so inevitable a moment before. Her clit throbs urgently, vindictively, demanding to know why its pleasure has been taken away.
Gus gasps and jolts inside her a couple more times–then pulls out, taking away even the faint pleasure of his cock grinding against that sensitive spot inside her.
“No, please, no!” Kate lets go of the bedding with one hand and reaches down to scratch and push at the belt, still conscious of her climax slipping between her fingers like sand, slowly trickling away in pleasureless tremors–but there’s no help for it now. There’s no way she’ll get to her angry, swollen clit in time to salvage the orgasm.
She dissolves into helpless, frustrated tears.
“Hey. No fussing,” Gus admonishes her, breathless. “Kate. Quiet down, it wasn’t that bad, I didn’t even spank you.”
“It didn’t look that bad to me,” Wendy says, all confused innocence. She uses one hand to subtly work the pin back into the waistline of her dress as she speaks. “You do that with Ma and Momma all the time and they like it.”
“S-sorry,” Kate sobs, desolate, but knowing that if she explains why she’s so upset she’ll be in even more trouble. No way Gus will let her get away with trying to come during a punishment. “I just–I’m just–tired–need a minute–“