Chapter 16

My sister was so horny that she tore my clothes off and nearly squashed my dick, trying to ride it. I let her fuck me and get on top. “You’ve got some huge fucking titties!”

“Shut up, Mike. Just let me fuck,” Hope demanded. She was trying to concentrate, and I wasn’t letting her get herself off.

I slapped her face, and she stopped riding my dick for a moment before egging me on and telling me to slap her harder. It took away the feeling of authority and power, but I obliged my sister and smacked the snot out of her pretty face, tits, and even pussy when I got the chance. We rolled around in Mom’s car for what felt like thirty minutes.

When I finally came, my sister continued fucking me hard all the way until my boner was soft. “No, no, I was so close! Fuck,” Hope sneered hungrily in frustration and harmlessly pounded my chest with her fist. My brothers James and Trent were standing outside of the car, watching with a perplexed look on their faces. They were used to making Hope their bitch, and she was ravenous today. She wanted to get fucked hard.

“Get in here, fuck me, every hole!” my sister demanded as she gobbled my flaccid cock. She rolled into the backseat with James fucking her pussy from underneath her body and Trent wrapping his arms around Hope’s back and fucking her ass. “Get nasty! Don’t be polite, please!”

My brothers were more than happy to deliver on my sister’s request.

“Oh yes, give it to me! Ruin my pussy, that’s it, destroy me! Fuck, god-damn! Fuck this fat whore! Give me those cocks, I want your spunk inside me! Oh god, oh god, oh god,” There was a loud crescendo of my sister’s orgasm screams in the car, and suddenly she gasped, “Choke me, Mike! Kill me!!”

“Whoa,” I stopped her mid-way through that.

“Oh god, I wasn’t serious,” she held my hands to her throat while slowly humping my brother’s cocks.

“It’s just kind of dark!”

“I am a very dark bitch. I can’t change that,” Hope assured me. “Don’t go soft on me like Edward. That was very naughty, making me offer myself to him like that, you bastard,” she smiled grimly. My sister’s place face reminded me of a random Victorian-era vampire from the movie “Interview with a Vampire,” except she still had black mascara stains running down her face.

“Hang on guys, did you cum?” she asked my brothers. I was surprised that my sister didn’t know if they had shot their load inside of her. She must have been completely carried away. They both said they did.

“Shit, I might be pregnant!” Hope sounded alarmed. My brothers and I had barely picked our jaws off the ground when she giggled and said, “Relax, I am on the pill. I was fucking before we started this, you know.”

I smacked her ass, and she laughed and began to get dressed.

“Nope, drive naked,” I demanded.

“I’ll get the driver’s seat all cummy and gross, Sir,” Hope squeaked in a sweet baby voice.

“Then you and your disgusting whore of a mother will lap up our dried cum stains later,” I tweaked her nipples and buckled myself into the passenger side.

My sister started up the car after buckling herself in. It seemed a little strange to see her bare chest with a seat belt strap across her huge pumpkin-sized boobs.

“We are really late picking up Mom,” James reminded us.

“She can hold her horses,” Hope suggested sarcastically.

I smacked her across the tits with my hand and told her that wasn’t her decision to make.

“Misty is on the bottom of the totem pole with me. We have to wait,” she explained in her sweet baby voice that they were both at the bottom of the family hierarchy now.

“Uh-huh,” my expression and tone indicating I didn’t believe that Hope really thought she was at the bottom of the totem pole. I texted our mom to let her know we were fine and on our way.

“I hope everything is okay, I’ll just hang out here at work,” Misty texted right back. I liked it when she called me sir to my face, but my mother never called me “Sir” in texts. It was a little thing, but it would have meant a lot to me if she did.

Misty is VERY top-heavy, and it wasn’t long before someone driving alongside us noticed she was bare-chested in the car. “Oh! Looks like I have an admirer!” She giggled and waved at the man who she caught staring. He blushed and sped up.

“A punishment for you, but a road hazard if you distract someone into having an audience,” I decided.

“It’s not really a punishment, Sir. I like showing off,” Hope admitted. I’d always known that about my sister, but she also gave guys the stink eye for staring. I pointed out the apparent disconnect between her admission of being an extrovert and her general discomfort with being stared at.

“I never claimed to be logical, Sir. I like being nude, but I don’t like creepy fucks staring at me,” Hope admitted. I was learning so much about my sister that I never knew before this all began. I had a respect for her adventurous spirit.

When we got home, we went through our normal dinner routine. My mom cooked while we slapped their asses and teased them. We pissed into glasses and made them drink it at the dinner table while crawling or kneeling and hand-fed them.

We weren’t always mean and brutal, though. We laughed a lot and joked. We talked about normal things, too. I say “normal,” but there was no more normal. My sister and my mother had effectively become sex slaves, even if they wouldn’t call themselves “slaves.”

Nonetheless, we talked about school and current events, what was on television, and the types of things most anyone talks about with family. We used to rarely have dinner as a family, and when we did, we stared at our phones and barely spoke to one another.

Now, we had long conversations. We also teased and humbled the girls, but it had become so much a part of how we spent our time that I no longer felt guilty about it. We were all having fun. The girls were usually respectful, but most of the time, they were very conversational.

We felt like Hope and Misty often intentionally “forgot” to call us Sir simply so that we’d spank their asses.

My sister didn’t mention what I did to her at the quad. I wondered how she processed being brought down another peg in front of her friends. My brothers and I were watching TV while my mom and sister squatted in the living room and let us spank their asses.

Hope abruptly asked, “I know we are supposed to wait for the weekends to do the hardcore stuff, but would you guys tie me up in the garage tonight?”

She asked like she was asking for a favor, but not in a very respectful or submissive tone.

“Oooh, yeah? Could we, Sir?” my mother asked much more politely.

I saw no reason to wait for the weekend. I did feel compelled to remind them that it was a school night and they’d be sore the next day.

“Oh good,” my sister giggled playfully.

“My only hesitation about playing rough during the week is the two of you are supposed to be our pets on the weekend, and the rules are much stricter. The whole reason we decided to hold off on playing on weekdays was that Misty was afraid we’d do nothing else,” I reminded them as I led them into the garage.

“That was a few weeks ago, Sir, and we are pretty much pets through the week as well. You started making us sleep in a cage and tying me up to watch television, so I don’t have a problem if Hope doesn’t either, with playing through the week,” Misty admitted we could tie her up and beat her anytime. “I thought it would be too much with work and things I have to do around the house, but I trust your judgment.”

Hope was eager to get tied up. We had to untie them once we got to the garage so we could tie them up tightly. There was only one cherry picker to suspend them, so I was thinking about how we would accommodate that.

Hope quickly fashioned a hangman’s noose when she asked me to suspend her by her neck.

“Are you crazy? I don’t want to hang you!”

“Coward!” she laughed. She told me she could show me how to reinforce her neck so that she wouldn’t choke to death. “I’ll choke hard, and I might pass out, but I’ll be fine.”

I wasn’t particularly comfortable with it, but she goaded me until I tied my sister up and hung her from the cherry picker by her neck. I used reinforced rope to ensure she wouldn’t break her neck, and then we suspended her and lowered her by pulling on the rope. We bound her neck to her tits so that as we lifted her, we stretched her fat boobs. Then we stuck ice cubes in her asshole and pussy while she jerked and kicked.

We didn’t leave my mother out either. I made her stand on two boxes with her legs spread as far apart as they could go. Then Trent tied her up and started melting wax candles on her tits. We got one white candle nice and warm and then shoved it up my mother’s asshole to make a mold of the inside of her butthole. We did the same thing to my sister and spent about three or four hours whipping the snot out of them.

My sister and mom didn’t usually cry tears. It took a lot to make them cry, but I loved to watch their makeup run after we teased them for hours. They would sometimes scream out in pain and, at other times, even call us bastards. However, they both seemed to process the experience very differently. My mom often laughed and giggled until she pissed herself or had an orgasm.

My sister Hope was very different. I noticed she’d go in and out of what I would call a ‘trance.’ It was almost as if she was in a different place mentally and meditating. There were times she looked so peaceful and content that I swore she had fallen asleep.

It was usually when we were applying the most pain to her. We snapped mouse traps, and clothes pins to different parts of her body and used anything we could find in the garage to whip or beat her. My sister was tough – tougher than my mom. She was able to withstand all sorts of pain. She grimaced and made faces, but Hope could stoically take whatever we could dish out.

She even told us to put the lighter directly under her feet, and even though she squealed, she endured direct flame only a few centimeters from her skin.

It was intense for all of us, and when it was over, we fucked the shit out of them. There was no affection or “making love”. This was a raw, animalistic pleasure as the three of us shared my sister and mother and fucked them in any hole. They licked, kissed, and caressed us while we got our nuts. James was usually good to go twice, but once we came, that was usually it.

The girls seemed a little disappointed.

“Maybe I’ll call Randy,” I joked about the creepy guy at the adult store that was interested in my sister.

“I am yours, so I’ll fuck whoever you tell me, Sir. Call him if you like,” my sister offered in a pleasing and accommodating tone.

I noticed that she didn’t fight to be put in her cage that night, and she was nice the next morning as well.

At school, Hope was a little standoffish again, but on Friday night, we tied them up again, and my sister seemed a lot more compliant and behaved. I joked that she’d ordinarily be on a date with Edward and asked how she felt about staying in with her brothers.

“You own me, and it’s the weekend, so do whatever you want with me, Master,” my sister was starry eyed and smiling as I sealed her in her crate for the evening when I was done with her.

We didn’t relent, either. There weren’t times at home when the girls wore clothing, and they were frequently made to crawl. On the weekend, I sent them outside to shit and piss on the lawn in the morning.

There would be no toilet privileges for these sluts. I planned to make them BE toilets. I didn’t want them to get sick and not getting nutrition, so I made sure they ate a reasonable amount of normal food. However, that morning I told them, “I expect you to eat each other’s shit out there. Don’t leave a big cow pie in the yard for one of us to step in!”

“Why don’t you supervise us then?” my sister made a disgusted face. “If you really want us to be shit gobblers, you are going to have to make me do it.”

“You said you would.”

My sister sighed after I kicked her in the ass and shoved her naked outside. I had tied both of their wrists to her thighs so that she had to crawl.

Naturally, our ever-present neighbor Jerry was outside when they went out there. He’d grown used to watching the girls. We hadn’t invited him over since my sister became a slave, but he had seen her now and then in the nude.

I watched from the window as my sister cringed when she saw Jerry was watching from his yard.

“Hello, Jerry,” my sister sighed when she saw him. “I’d wave, but I am a little tied up.”

“I see that,” Jerry responded over the fence. “You and your mother look lovely.”

“Thank you, Jerry,” my sister replied politely. “Where has Oliver been hiding these days?” she mentioned Jerry’s nephew.

“I am right here,” Oliver called out from behind the fence.

“Oh, well, hello, Oliver. My mom and I have to do our business outside, so you may want to avert your eyes,” Hope told him politely. She had been sarcastic and standoffish to Oliver in the past when he came over. I liked this polite side of her. I was tempted to go outside and correct her by telling her that if Oliver wanted to watch them drop a deuce in the yard, they were to face their fat asses toward the fence and give him a show.

“Oh, did you get in trouble or something?” he asked politely. Hope and my sister crawled slowly toward a tree in the center of the yard.

“No, why do you ask that?” Hope responded over her shoulder.

“Your brothers are making you crawl like your mom? I assume you did something to get in trouble?”

“No, I am their pet, just like my mom. We volunteered to do this, Oliver.”

“Why?”

“It’s fun.”

“It doesn’t look fun.”

“I can see that. I didn’t think it would be, but I enjoyed it. I am going to do some really naughty and disgusting things in a minute, so you may want to look away.”

It wasn’t like Hope to be that understanding to anyone. She didn’t speak down to Oliver, and she gave him fair warning that she was about to release her morning doo-doo. I wasn’t sure if she was genuinely being nice, or she would just find it really humiliating if a random teenager watched her eat shit off the grass.

I couldn’t see if Oliver was watching, but I heard him scream out a disgusted “Gross!!” when my sister produced a perfectly banana-shaped turd from her big fat ass and let it drop in the grass while lifting her leg slightly and pissing a yellow stream. My mother did the same thing right next to her.

“I warned you, Oliver!” my sister said sweetly. Misty chuckled as well and shook her ass to release a second, tiny turd ball and let it fall to the ground.

“That was cool!” Oliver announced. I assumed Jerry didn’t feel the same way because he said nothing. He also didn’t tell Oliver he had to look away. “You don’t use a toilet?”

“Not on weekends,” Hope explained, and then said, “I am a toilet on weekends.” She leaned down so that the muscles in her back rippled as she lowered herself over her mother’s excrement and began to eat. Hope seemed proud of herself.

“Oh my god!!” Oliver sounded even more disgusted, and yet there was awe in his voice as he watched both my mother and Hope eat each other’s droppings. Hope finished eating and admitted, “We are very dirty girls, Oliver.”

The events of the day became raunchier and more intense as they continued. We made them eat each other out on the porch and put on a show for our neighbors before allowing my sister and mother in. I was reminded of the day that we made them piss themselves outside after locking them out.

My sister admitted that she secretly enjoyed all those practical jokes, and it prepared her to “take our shit” full-time now.

“You’ll eat our shit!” James stepped on my sister’s face to remind her that she bragged to Oliver that she was a toilet.

Hope said she was just trying to be nice. “I was about to drop a deuce in Misty’s mouth. I had to say something, and I thought it would blow his mind, Sir.”

Trent and James started crushing Hope’s clit and asking her to admit she really was a toilet. Hope’s admissions increasingly became raunchier as she went from “Yes, I am a toilet” to eventually shouting, “Yes, I am a crap gobbler who loves getting dumped on! Fart in my mouth!”

We did the same thing to Misty, and she was more than happy to go along with it. We didn’t actually use them like toilets though. We did make them eat crap and drink piss, but I also wanted to make sure they had plenty of normal food and I even ordered them both nutritional vitamins and protein powders from Amazon.

That afternoon, we tied them up in the garage. Misty was happy to be hung from ropes and suspended while we beat the snot out of her with straps. She admitted to us that her father used to do this to her when she was younger.

“He’d tie you to a cherry picker and whip your pussy?”

“No, Sir, use a strap on my bare ass. I didn’t realize that I liked it back then. If I had, I might have gotten into way more trouble!”