Chapter 10

I crept into the kitchen after an hour. My sister was still sobbing. The lights had been turned off. She was bent over the kitchen sink like a towel being left there to dry. I knew it had been cruel to leave her that way, but she asked for it.

I waited and watched. She was breathing at least and not choking. The broom in her asshole moved and twitched every now and then as my sister blubbered. I could have returned to my bed safely, knowing that it was only a few hours until we had to be at school. I wanted to watch my sister for a little while.

“Is that you, Michael?”

I said nothing. Hope couldn’t lift her head. She was helpless and wouldn’t know it was me.

“Trent?” she paused and asked if it was “James?”

“Do you think it might have been Misty? She’s still free to walk around the house at night,” I finally asked. My sister jumped a little in fright when I scared her by talking despite the duct tape holding her in place.

“Why are you here, Sir?”

“Not to untie you if that’s what you are thinking,” I said.

“Gloat? That’s not like you, Sir,” she replied.

“You have way too much faith in my ability to take the high road,” I assured her as I approached the sink so that I could check on her. The vibrator was humming along, and doing its job, forcing her soaked pussy to remain over stimulated. This was torture, but it’s what she asked us for.

“How do you like the vibrator?” I asked as I adjusted it.

“It’s actually nice, thank you, Sir.” Hope stopped her sniffling and sobbing, and tried to sound convincing. I knew it had kept her up all night, and I hoped it would teach her a lesson.

“Just nice?” I adjusted it around to try to find her spot – the one like on mom that seemed to send her over the moon.

“I am not really turned on by my clit like Misty. I get off from penetration, and choking, and sick shit like that.”

“Oh good, then you are going to have a pleasant sexual experience at least,” I said as I roughly probed her pussy with my fingers. She couldn’t fight back. My sister was strong, and she could have probably broken free of the bondage, but she wasn’t even trying.

“Why did you come down here, Sir? It wasn’t to play with my pussy,” My sister tried to pretend she wasn’t getting involuntarily aroused and didn’t care that I had invaded her wet cunt.

I knew Hope was hinting that I came down to check on her. I wasn’t sure if I should tell her the truth that she probably already knew. My sister was incredibly observant and able to connect things together pretty quickly.

“I wanted to see if you had escaped.”

“I am not going to escape. You already made it clear what would happen if I did,” she assured me. Her nose was a little red because it had been running while she cried. I booped it playfully with my finger to help reinforce that I had the upper hand.

“You are pretty tough. You could fight back when you got free, jump us while we are sleeping?”

“There are three of you and one of me, and I’d have to go to sleep sometime myself,” she assured me that she was not going to resist. “I am not going to go Rambo on you guys, even though I probably could.”

“You could call your Goth army on us,” I smiled and whispered the possibility she would seek revenge in her ear. I started to blow into it. It made Misty horny. It made my sister uncomfortable and that was nice.

“My goth army thinks I am a total whore. Edward has already told them about his encounter at our house, and rumors spread fast. I am surprised that Marceline defended me and called you a pig. She’s in the group that hates me.”

My sister quickly explained that there were two sub-groups in the Goth clique at our school. I wished that they had a cool name like the “Sharks” and the “Jets” for their gang. My sister groaned and said that was an example of my humor that she hated. I can be a cornball.

“Oh, but don’t you see? Now, I don’t have to care if you hate it. I’ll just make my witty observations and annoy you,” I licked her ear, stuffing my tongue directly into the deep recesses. She squirmed a little and that was satisfying to feel my sister was genuinely uncomfortable and vulnerable.

“There are plenty of holes on my body you could put that tongue in beside my ear, Sir,” she said as if she didn’t like me, and certainly didn’t enjoy what I was doing, but would stil be willing to let me lick her pussy.

“You adjusted really well to incest. I thought you said what we did with Misty was gross?”

“It is, and this is obscenely wrong. That’s why I like it. I felt like a total filthy pig making out with my mom tonight. The fact that you tied me up and made me do it was hot as fuck.”

“So, you don’t want to stop anymore?” I asked. She was sending mixed messages. She knew it was wrong but described it as if it was the hottest thing she’s ever done.

“I DO want to stop, Sir.”

I was thoroughly confused by my sister’s mixed messages. Hope seemed like she wanted to continue when she said it was sexy, but now she was telling me she didn’t want to do this anymore, yet she didn’t struggle. I decided to call her bluff and if she really didn’t want to do this anymore, I would allow her to do so. I felt I couldn’t make her do something she regretted offering to do with us.

“Do you remember the time we duct-taped you to your bed?” I began to stroke my sister’s bald pussy along her slit without penetrating. She told me that she didn’t get off on that, so I wanted to tease her.

“The times! There was way more than one,” she snickered as she reminisced.

“Did you think THAT was hot as fuck?”

“No,. I don’t think I knew I liked being tied up until I saw how much Misty got off on it. I don’t get off on it the same way though.”

I described the adrenaline rush, endorphins and excitement of being helpless that my mom described about the experience.

“You don’t know, because you aren’t a pain slut. I could tell you, but I don’t think you’d get it. This sucks. I absolutely hate it. I am positive a water bug crawled up my leg and disappeared inside my sweaty asshole. It’s driving me crazy. This hurts, and it’s humiliating. I mean, you basically know my dirty little secrets now, so even if I told you to fuck off and quit, you’d never let me live this down.”

“I’ll also have played with your pussy, and asshole. There is no undoing that. It happened,” I said. I assumed that may cause a problem if Hope had a change of heart and might cause a rift between us.

“I don’t care about that,” she shrugged. “A lot of people have been able to do that.”

“You told me what you don’t like about being tied up and do incest with your brothers. What motivates you to do it anyway?”

“That’s a good way of asking the question. I don’t like it, but I feel a sense of accomplishment from being here. I guess it’s kind of like working out or jogging. Nobody wants to do the work, sweat and feel muscle pain. They don’t want to eat white rice and skinless chicken. They enjoy the way they feel after. I don’t know. That may not be exactly what I mean. I just know that I hate this and want to strangle you and at the same time I have no interest in trying to escape. I DO want to stop, but I also LOVE what I am doing and even though I know I am a filthy whore, I want to do it anyway.”

“So, you will do what we tell you?”

“Maybe,” she said without committing.

I leaned into the sink, turned her head as far as the duct tape would allow toward me, and then placed my lips on hers and began to kiss her. She didn’t open her mouth, but I ran my tongue over her lips.

“Gross!”

“You French kissed your own mom! Now you have a problem with my kisses?”

“You made me kiss mom! You aren’t making me kiss you.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes!”

I yanked Hope’s blonde hair and twisted the broom in her asshole while placing my lips on hers. She still didn’t open her mouth. I decided to take another approach and let go of her. Hope didn’t moan in anticipation like my mother might have.

I removed a glass from the cabinet and pissed in it.

“What are you doing? Cut that with apple juice! I’ve done a little pee drinking but never just chugged a whole glass! My sister started to panic and struggle as if she were trying to come off the sink and stop me.

I poured some on her head, let it drip down her face. Hope clenched her mouth and shut her eyes. She stopped struggling to free herself and let it happen. I pinched her nose, forced her mouth open and poured my piss down her throat. “You are a toilet, just like your whore of a mother. You will get used to this, but you will never learn to enjoy it like she does,” I promised.

Before I left, I removed a chilled soda can from the fridge. I worked it into her pussy and pushed it up deep inside her while the clit stimulator buzzed. Hope had a much tighter pussy than our mom. Misty’s cunt was almost always wet and seemed to expand to fit whatever we wanted to put inside her. I’d pushed a Pepsi can at one point into my mother’s pussy and it chilled her to the bone, and made her have heaving orgasms while her teeth chattered.

My sister only grunted a little and looked at me with scorn as if she was impatient and wanted me to let her get back to her lonely misery on the sink in our dark kitchen.

“We are going to stretch this cunt and do all sorts of nasty things to it!” I promised

“Yes, Sir!”

“And make you do all sorts of things with it, just like your three whole whore of a mother!”

My sister didn’t seem as jubilant or excited about that, but she didn’t refuse either.

“Who does these piss flaps belong to?”

“My brothers for right now,” she assured me.

“For now? Then maybe at some point, we’ll find a brutal sunavabitch that I think can handle you and give you to them. We’ve got a lot of training to do until then.”

“I am not going to be trained, Sir,” she assured me tersely.

“You already are being trained! Get used to It, Cunt.”

I left before she could get the final word. I knew that drove my sister crazy not to have the final word in a conversation.

I went back to bed, safe in the knowledge that my sister was alive and well. In the morning, she was still over the sink, exhausted, defeated, and with the Pepsi can on the floor at her feet. Misty was gleefully stepping around her in the kitchen, also completely naked. James was already up. Trent joined us shortly after I arrived.

“Sleep well?” I asked.

“No,” Hope admitted she was cramped and really not feeling well. She even asked us if she could stay home from school today and recover.

I freed her from the sink, but left her tied up and bent over uncomfortably. Hope seemed far more compliant that way, and after spending the night that way, I hoped I had worn down her stubborn defiance. I wanted this experience to feel “real” to her.

I knew this couldn’t be something we did with her every night, but Hope surprised me with her resilience even though she seemed frazzled. She was no worse for the wear and still moving around. She would be fine at school, just tired. She’d stayed up all night before with her Goth friends and still went to school. I felt she was just looking for sympathy.

I was intent on not giving it to her. I assumed she’d perceive any consideration as weakness.

I enthusiastically cracked a raw egg in Hope’s mouth and told her to have some breakfast. “I slept great! Sorry that you aren’t feeling well, Cunt. You asked us to push you and we are going to push your lazy ass to school, because you are just tired,” I said with no trace of sympathy.

Secretly, I felt guilty. I couldn’t imagine how hard it would have been to be tied to the sink, and how little sleep she probably really had. At best, my sister probably passed out for many short periods when she could no longer hold her eyes open. However, I projected the callousness that my sister had requested and smiled.

I grabbed my mother, twisted her arm behind her back, held her by her throat, and cracked another egg in her mouth. Misty began to suck it down. She was used to being fed this way.

“So, how does this work? I don’t have to do what Hope tells me to do any longer?” My mom asked after she choked it down.

“You never did.”

“She tells me to change out of my clothes when I get in the car, removes my cuffs, I have to clean her room and she gets pissy about stuff I miss. I don’t have to put up with her bitching any longer?,” Misty clarified that was how things were.

“Nope, and no more calling her Ma’am. It’s just Hope. If we CATCH you calling this cunt Ma’am, then we’ll punish you. She can’t tell you what to do, and she can’t ask you for permission to do anything. She’ll ask us and if we feel you get to make the decision we will ask you.”

“I guess I get one hour back on weekends without cleaning,” Misty looked on the bright side.

“Good point, you two can wash the car and do some general cleaning around the house to make up for it. I doubt Hope’s room will get much use. Cleaning Hope’s room was originally a session so that the two of you could have some one on one on time. You’ll still spend time together, just without having to do what she tells you.”

“I am not cleaning anything,” Hope assured us that she had not agreed to perform any domestic chores. I removed the broom from her ass and started hitting her ass with it. “You can beat me all you want. I am not your maid. I am your beast, Sir.”

“I don’t think YOU understand the concept of semi-consensual. I am not asking; I am telling you what you new duties consist of!” I said as I rip the ropes and duct tape off of her without concern for the hair on her arms. I pulled all the other stuff I had attached to her body off of her.

“Then make me, Sir.”

I pulled my sister by her tits around to face me and then brought her over to the table. There was a dildo we had used recently to fuck our mother. I turned it right side up. “No, that was used on Misty and it hasn’t been cleaned!” she gritted her teeth and resisted me when she realized that I was going to use it on her.

I wasn’t used to anyone fighting back. Misty never put up any struggle. She let us pretty much beat the snot out of her and toss her around and laughed like we were tickling her, while sometimes calling us bastards.

Hope didn’t try to slap or hit me, but she wasn’t making it easy. I finally gave up, and she looked amused.

“You said no limits to Edward!” I pointed out that she was now putting limits on what she will and won’t do.

“You aren’t Edward, and I am not getting a UTI simply because you want me to fuck a dildo that hasn’t been cleaned.”

“I was going to shove it up your ass and make you sit on it!”

“Then make me! Stop threatening things you are never going to...” Hope seemed to be ready to find fault. I was tired of her mixed messages. No limits, but also she had limits? I grabbed my sister by her throat and twisted her arm behind her back in the move I used on my Mom. The difference was that my mother pivoted with me and didn’t resist. Hope made me struggle and we had a test of wills before I finally pinned her arm back.

I smacked her tits around for her defiance, and then forced her over the dildo and started to stick it up her ass.

“Let me suck it first, let me suck it! I can’t take that big of a cock dry!” she begged.

“You need to learn! No limits? You’ve shit bigger turds than this dildo. I’ll make it fit!”

I did allow my sister to kiss the tip of the wobbly latex dildo, and she stuck her tongue out. I pulled it away before Hope could suck very much of it. She continued to squirm, but I had her in a good chokehold with one arm and managed to stick the dildo in her ass. She even backed it into to help, but she didn’t seem happy about it. She kept looking at me with hatred in her eyes as if she was angry, but she did it anyway. It made me feel guilty but strangely powerful. If Hope had REALLY wanted to, she could have prevented me from impaling her ass with the black dildo.

Meanwhile, my mom was joking that she had an ass and no waiting. “I don’t mind sitting on that hog. It’s fun! All this struggle. Do you want to do this or not, Hope?” Misty couldn’t see what the fuss was about. My brothers seemed puzzled as well.

“Fuck yourself, slut!” Hope fumed at her mother.

I slapped Hope’s face, but it only fueled my sister’s rage and made her angrier. It usually made Misty more placid and willing to be put in her place when I smacked her. “This is where you’ll sit in the mornings. If we don’t see you on THIS dick, we will PUT you on it. YOU will fuck yourself every morning for our amusement while we feed you! NO NEGOTIATIONS! You wanted no limits? You got it, bitch. I don’t care if this dildo is crusty from your shitty ass. Sit down on it and fuck your butt!”

“Do you think this worries me? I’d do this in my room for hours by myself,” Hope grumbled as she started to glide down the shaft. My sister’s fat pussy expanded and grew slick as she humped her dildo with her ass. She had to hold the dildo with her hands to stabilize it while she fucked herself for our amusement. If she was getting off on it, you couldn’t tell her from her body language or facial expression, but her pussy wasn’t lying as it dripped her girl honey all over the kitchen floor.

I was impressed with my sister’s resilience and even though she was defiant – I kind of enjoyed it. She was defiant, but she did what I told her anyway.

I was starting to get the idea of the concept of semi-consensual from Hope’s perspective. At first, it didn’t make sense but now I was growing to understand that it was a different dynamic altogether than the one we had with our mother.

I spit in Hope’s face and let it drip down her tits. “You aren’t pretty enough that I should have to struggle like this every time I want to use you.”

It was mean, but Hope didn’t offer a comeback. Instead, she looked down and began to pump a little harder. “I am doing this because I want to do it. If I had wanted to play with my ass in front of you perverts before this began, you wouldn’t have been able to stop watching! So have a good look,” Hope bore her asshole down on the sex toy and bit her pouty lip.