Chapter 11

The next day, I woke up right at 6 o’clock and rushed to the living room in the shirt I had slept in. I promised the night before to be there when my mom got up; I wanted to keep my word. I didn’t want to end up on restriction again by looking a gift horse in the mouth. I was extremely thankful to put that whole humiliating thing behind me.

I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but we weren’t entirely out of the woods yet. I knew I’d still have to deal with Ethan and Nick when my mom wasn’t home, and that would prove troublesome. However, I felt that Mom and Dad were on our side, and we had at least dodged a bullet by not having to serve out the entire restriction.

My sister wasn’t in her bed when I woke up. I assumed Joy was already in the living room.

I was right; she was in the long shirt Mom had loaned us, had on her makeup, and was beaming bright and waiting for our mother. Joy was excited, and that helped inspire me to wake up and put on a big smile as well.

Mom showed up shortly after my sister and I went into the living room. The sky was a dull gray, the sun was just coming up, and barely any light was coming through the cloudy windows of our mobile home yet. Ice crept up the edges of the window, thick and frosty, making everything outside look blurry. Snow covered the trees and ground, piled high in some places. Northern Minnesota in winter reminded me of what it would look like if Santa’s Workshop was real.

Forests of mostly red pine surrounded our property; they reminded me of Christmas trees when the snow decorated their branches.

“Well, aren’t you two up bright and early, looking chipper and cute as a bell?” Holly was pleased we were ready and didn’t need to be woken up. We usually slept in until after our parents left for work on weekdays before the restriction. They had never mentioned we had to get up this early, and we definitely wouldn’t have liked to do it back then.

Now, I was just happy to wear a long shirt to cover my bald pussy and little tits. I was delighted not to be in trouble. I assumed it would take a while to live down what our parents thought we had done, but Holly’s reaction and our eagerness to start our day were putting us off to a good start.

Mom asked if we had to go to the bathroom. We had a few restrictions we’d have to adhere to, but at least we didn’t have to leave our bathroom door open when we used it. I was thankful that Nick suggested this excessive rule. This was one of the straws that helped break the camel’s back and get us out of full restriction.

I raised my hand to ask to use the bathroom. Joy excitedly said she had already showered and applied her makeup. She was wearing the cute bunny ears and ribbons in her braids, like the day before. I hadn’t heard Joy get up, but she must have been up extra early getting ready to make herself look pretty.

It didn’t take long to get ready, but by the time I came back, I could already smell the hot food being prepared and hear the music. Mom and my sister talked playfully, and everything was fine. This didn’t seem so bad. I was just worried about what was going to happen when Ethan and Nick woke up.

It felt like I was in the calm before the storm, and things were going to go from bad to worse soon. I was sure the boys were going to cause us more trouble.

Dad was pleasantly surprised to see that we kept our word and kissed his wife like he always did in the morning before getting his first cup of coffee. As always, he wore his crisp ranger uniform. He talked about an email he got from a guy named Eddie answering his ad to repair the washer and dryer. Eddie said it may not cost as much as he thought.

“That’s great, dear!”

After my dad left, a foreboding feeling started to emerge in the pit of my stomach because as the clock continued to tick, we were only minutes away from my mom leaving for work.

“Okay, girls, have a good day. If you do even half of what you did yesterday, I’ll be over the moon!” She kissed and hugged us goodbye and told us that she loved us. A thought occurred to me to plead for her to stay, but I decided that, eventually, we’d have to face the boys alone.

Ethan and Nick got up reasonably late; they seemed sullen and defeated. We served them at the table just like we had the day before, but this time, we joined them and sat down.

“Welcome back to your freedom, ladies! I am sure you are excited to finally be seated in these antique dining chairs.”

He was being sarcastic about the cheap hand-me-down chairs we had.

I politely agreed, but didn’t talk much.

“It looks like you won our little game; in a few days, you get your clothes back, and everything goes back to how it was before the great restriction incident. Naturally, I’ll never forget the times we shared and the things I saw you do,” he chuckled.

We didn’t say much in response while he gloated.

“Don’t be bad sports. You won; celebrate your victory! Tell me how livid you are, unless perhaps you are trying to record some confession? Oh wait, you don’t have your cell phones. I guess that means anything that I say won’t be recorded.”

Ethan looked around the table anyway, just in case.

“We don’t want to fight you, Ethan. Dad still has our cell phones locked up. How about a truce? You destroyed our clothes and our credibility and humiliated us. We got a taste of the strap. We admit you are the victor. We didn’t win anything. If you want to gloat, I am okay with that. We won’t try to get revenge, we won’t threaten you, and we won’t record you. We won’t trifle with you. We don’t want any trouble. How about we just get along?”

“I think that’s a great idea,” he said. I knew he was lying. I could tell the snake had something planned, and an ominous feeling settled over me. Joy, for her part, was happy to be seated and eating her buttered grits.

“I am sure you have some kind of plan to make us look even worse to our parents.” I hoped to goad Ethan to tell me what he would do next so that I could plan for it.

“Nothing of the sort. I am all out of ammunition. The Cold War is over, and it’s time to tear down that wall. I used up everything I had buying those iron-ons for your panties. That was a clever touch, though, right? You never saw that one coming, did you?”

“Nope,” I admitted as I ate with a stony expression.

“So, I am not going to try any dirty tricks or elaborate plans that took months to bring together. I am just going to tell you two to stand up, take your motherfucking clothes off, and stand there like dumb little bimbos with your fingers up your butt and wait for the men to finish, like you were supposed to on restriction.”

He had nothing on us, and he was just bluffing. I didn’t stand up; I kept eating.

I heard my sister’s chair scuff against the linoleum and looked up to see her pulling her shirt over her head.

“You too, Mary, chop, chop, I can’t wait to see that fantastic clit of yours. It’s like a dick, only smaller!”

My sister dropped the shirt on the ground, pushed her seat back in, stuck one hand behind her and jammed her thumb up her ass, and put her other hand behind her head. “Like this?”

“No, suck your other thumb, like the big fat baby you sound like when you talk like a widdle girl to get your way.”

My sister did as she was told and looked straight ahead.

“You don’t have to fear them, Sis. They can’t boss us around like that even if we were on restriction. Don’t give them what they want,” I begged, but my sister didn’t acknowledge me.

“If you don’t join her, then Joy will be our only entertainment today, and we’ll take it out twice as hard on her.”

“No, not Mary!” Joy talked around her thumb. “Please, I don’t mind that. Just leave Mary out of it and let her clean up. That will give us more time to play, Ethan.”

“Eager? You aren’t supposed to be enjoying this, you dumb cow. I like it when Mary cries. I guess we’ll just have to take your sister out to the shed and tie her up to one of those old rusty machines out there and let the rats crawl on those big tits of hers and feed her a few rat turds.”

“Please, Joy. Don’t do what they tell you. No matter what you do, they are going to just want more, forever and ever.”

“Right you are, but we need to keep the toys fresh because they get boring once we use them up. If you don’t play today, you’ll be playing tomorrow,” Ethan insisted.

He told Joy he wanted her to only speak in baby talk until told otherwise. “Go get that bar of soap from the sink, clench it in your teeth, and then see if you can stick your other thumb up your big fat asshole when you come back.”

“Will it poison me?” Joy asked.

“You must never have said a REALLY dirty word around our mom if you don’t know how soap tastes. Do what you are told. I’ll decide what it will and won’t do to you.”

My sister blithely walked over to the sink and did as instructed. She worked her other thumb up her ass and stood next to me with both arms behind her back and her shoulders apart.

“You look even dumber than you did at Mom and Dad’s wedding,” he snickered.

My sister nodded in agreement and stood there expressionless. She wasn’t being giggly and vivacious. I am sure two thumbs in her ass probably hurt, and the suds were already forming on the edges of her lip.

I was torn up inside watching my sister suffer, but I could not give in and play his game; he’d take and take, and we’d never have the end of it. I also knew that he wanted me to ask what my sister did at my parents’ wedding. There were times when she disappeared, but at the time I assumed she was in the bathroom.

“Are you not going to do ANYTHING I tell you, Mary? You know you have to do basic things I tell you to do, or it’s corner time.”

“Basic things are fine if that’s all you want; I’ll take my shirt off and stand next to her, but don’t make us eat soap.”

“Okay, take your shirt off, Mary, and stand up.”

I regretted making the offer.

“You can take the soap out of your mouth, dumb fuck,” Ethan instructed my sister. Joy was going to pull out one of her thumbs to take it out, but he told her to go to the sink and use her mouth to put it back. The guys laughed and snapped some pictures of my sister bending over.

Here we go again.

“Oh, are you worried I am taking incriminating pictures, Mary? I forgot all about a few old ones I have that your sister hasn’t seen either. They are from the wedding. There are some cherry pies over there in the toaster oven. Why don’t you heat those up? After we are finished, we’ll take a walk down memory lane.”

Three individually wrapped cherry pies were like glazed pastries. I read the instructions, heated up the toaster oven and started to warm them up and returned to join my sister, who was standing in front of the boys at the table showing them her pussy.

I had a feeling today was going to be bad. Joy had warned me she would do whatever he said. However, I still felt she was being bullheaded, because now Ethan had new pictures, and whatever his old pictures showed couldn’t be enough to make her react this way.

“Dun-dun, dun-dun, duh-duh-dun-dun-dun,” Ethan hummed the Jeopardy final round theme song as we waited. Even though my sister spit out the soap, she still had suds in her mouth, and she looked nauseous and rabid with the suds around her lips.

“You girls can share a cherry pie since there are only three. Does that sound good to you?” Ethan laughed without expecting a response. He turned to Nick and asked him if he was ready to watch some of the wedding videos.

“Not particularly, Ethan, but I am sure they know what they did,” he gritted his teeth.

“I have no idea what happened at the wedding, Nick. Ethan is a liar, and anything he tells you is bullshit.”

“Then it should be familiar to you because you act all innocent, but you are the same way,” Nick glared at me.

“Now, you two get along, please. We have a long day ahead to play, and we are just getting started. I just wanted to motivate Mary to be as remarkably stupid and loyal as her dumb dog of a little sister.”

I hated that Joy wouldn’t stand up for herself. Still, I also suspected that whatever was in those photos was motivating my little sister. I wanted to at least see it for myself.

“Go ahead and get those pies, Mary,” Ethan instructed. I started to use oven mitts and a fork, but he told me that they weren’t necessary. “Just pinch them out, you know, like a loaf out of your tight ass. How many dicks have you had up that tight little sphincter of yours, Mary?”

“None,” I replied as I scalded my fingers, trying to pull the pies out with the tips of my fingers and get them to a plate.

“How many dicks have you had up your shitter, Joy?”

“I don’t know,” Joy replied.

“Give me a ballpark number, more than a hundred?”

Joy nodded yes.

“Two hundred?”

“Probably about that, but not always different guys; sometimes the same guys. You can fuck me up the ass, Ethan, If that’s what you want.”

“I don’t want to put my cock into that huge garbage hole you use to squash dicks with. I bet you could pinch a cock with your hole, couldn’t you?”

“Maybe,” Joy admitted.

I couldn’t believe she played into his humiliating questions as if they were coming from Dad and she was trying to be helpful.

Ethan reached for a cherry pie and scalded his own fingers; he recoiled and flapped his hands. “Ooh, they are still hot. That must have hurt Mary. Imagine sticking one of these cherry pies up your asshole. It would probably feel like lava in your turd volcano. That’s what we would make your pudgy little sister do, if you hadn’t decided to be cooperative today.”

That could really cause damage. I was tempted to get my shirt and run for Orr. It was a long walk in the snow, but I could get the cops and come back. If I continued playing, I would not have a chance to call for help. I felt true terror as my heart raced.

“All one of you has to do is now hold one of those cherry pies in your mouth while it cools, and then I’ll let the other girl kiss it off your face. You can eat it together.”

Joy was already dropping her head to pick it up. I blocked her from bending over and obeying her stepbrother. “You don’t have to do this. Whatever he has on you, it’s not enough. That could give you burns and put you in the hospital.”

“I don’t care about the pictures. It’s just me sucking a bunch of dicks, and probably the gag I was wearing when he led me out to his friends.”

“Those were MY friends, whore,” Nick interjected angrily.

“Whores charge money; your sister is a slut. She was a member of the blowjob club back in Chicago. Since you ruined my dramatic build-up by ruining the surprise, I’ll show Mary what’s on my phone while you tell us the rules of Blowjob Club.”

“It was just a few girls who agreed that any guy who asked us, we had to suck their dicks as long as there was a place to do it, and it wouldn’t make us late for class. It was silly,” my sister shrugged. She stopped trying to pick up the pie in her teeth.

Ethan took a bite out of one of the pies that had cooled. The thick cherry filling ran down his chin like blood on a vampire’s lip.

“Come and clean me up; kiss this off my face, pig,” Ethan pointed to his face as he held it over a plate.

My sister dutifully rushed over and licked his face clean. Nick took a picture of the two of them with his phone.

“Not with me in the picture, you dufus,” Ethan scolded my little brother.

“Come here and sit on my dick, Mary. I want to fuck you while I show you some pictures.”

“You said all I had to do was the same work but stay naked.”

“You know that I lie, so why do you keep believing me? It sounds like you want to,” Ethan grinned wickedly. He unzipped his pants. “Joy, sit down on my dick and fuck just the tip of it with your fat asshole. Get it good and dirty, and then I’ll ask you to suck it. You are still a card-carrying member of the blowjob club, aren’t you?”

I rolled my eyes as my sister happily confirmed her membership. She was no longer very reluctant, and she was even smiling as she arranged herself to hover over her stepbrother’s cock and started fucking just the tip. I had no experience with anal sex, but I knew this: she was supposed to use lube. Joy pulled her cheeks apart and sat down; the only lube she used was the sweat of her ass and the pre-cum on Ethan’s dick.

“You don’t mind screwing without lube?” Ethan was even surprised by it.

“I’d prefer you spit on that thang, but I can take it,” she looked over her shoulder with a sassy smile. There was a young blonde woman who went viral with the phrase “Hawk Tuah, spit on that thang,” and I am sure that’s where Joy got that reference.

My little sister pulled both of her big cheeks wider so Ethan might spit on her asshole. Offering up her most private part to be spat upon seemed so demeaning.

“Remember this? It’s your fat tits in a vise; I crushed them,” he showed a picture to her from his phone. My sister smiled and laughed like he had shown her a meme of a chipmunk. I couldn’t understand how she could even pretend to think that was funny.

“Here’s you being led into the room full of your stepbrothers’ classmates on all fours with a big rubber ball in your mouth, getting spit all over your tits like a dumb bimbo.”

“Oh yeah, that was fun. I thought they were your friends, but I really didn’t mind.”

“Mary, you are missing out on some good pictures! You could have been riding my cock and checking these out,” he teased me. “Is that the most dicks you ever sucked at one time, Joy?” Ethan asked as my sister bent her knees and fucked the tip of his dick.

She put her finger in her mouth and thought, then said she might have had seventeen at a time.

“You can count to seventeen? Do it then; every time you hump my pecker with your dirty ass, show me you can count to seventeen without starting over.”

“One, two, three...” My sister blithely let him degrade and humiliate her.

“It would be a real shame after our parents went to the trouble of letting you off restriction for them to see this. What do you think, Joy?”

“They would probably hit the roof and put me back on restriction.”

“Would you be upset if they did?”

“Only if Mary is on restriction, too. I really didn’t mind restriction, and I don’t mind this. I don’t want you to burn me with hot stuff, but I will eat soap and do whatever else you want,” Joy replied in her vivacious tone. She was either faking her enthusiasm, or she was nuts.

“It’s not a negotiation, Joy. I am going to show my mom these pictures and the ones of you from today. You will be lucky to sit down after a week when she gets done strapping your ass. Imagine how betrayed she would feel when you made her think you were worthy of mercy when you weren’t.”

“I don’t want to hurt Mom, but I enjoy restriction. I like doing stuff like this, so we don’t have to tell her, and I’ll keep being your fuck puppet.”

“No, Joy, you don’t LIKE being treated like a dumb cow You are just too stupid to know that in these pictures, the guys were laughing at you because you looked pathetic, covered in piss and jizz at the end.”

Joy had come across to me as a sex bunny who was up for fun dares and just wanted to make the boys happy.

Even after my little sister confessed proudly that she had a blowjob club with like-minded, slutty girls back in Chicago, I still found it hard to believe she’d let boys cover her in semen and urine. The very thought of Ethan allowing and possibly encouraging the boys to do that to my sister horrified me.

I could probably count on one hand the number of times I had gone down on a date. Not all of them had an orgasm when I did it, and I never swallowed. It tasted gross!

I had no frame of reference for what it must have been like, to have over a dozen boys deposit their cum on her face and then return the favor by pissing all over her. It must have been deliberate—intended to make Joy cry.

You couldn’t tell by looking that it bothered her. She smiled proudly, and her eyes twinkled mischievously. “I knew they were laughing at me, and I would have laughed at me too. I am sure I looked like a big fat piss mop with that all over my face, tits, and ass.”

I couldn’t reconcile what I was hearing Joy say with what I’d be feeling if I were in her place. It made no sense to me at all.

“That’s why I tied you up and gagged you? Because you loved being treated like a fuck-bunny?”

“Ethan, you told me that it would turn them on if you handcuffed me and led me out with a tomato from the buffet in my mouth.”

Joy didn’t accuse Ethan of being a villain. She was still smiling, as if she were trying to convince our stepbrother that it was fun for her because he didn’t believe her.

“I was turned on because I didn’t know if we’d get caught by some busboy walking out behind the dumpsters to see what was going on. The first couple of guys started twisting my nipples and pulling my hair, and I stood there and let them tease me while the other guys laughed at me. My hands were cuffed, but I never felt scared, and I could have left if I wanted.”

“Where would you have gone? I had your clothes, and you were handcuffed.”

Ethan dismissed my sister’s claims that she wasn’t at least terrified being naked, cuffed, gagged, and surrounded by a bunch of boys. I would have been scared shitless!

“I could have gone anywhere I wanted,” Joy affirmed for him with confidence, and then she went back to smiling like a silly bimbo. “I wanted to be there. It was wild and exciting. I wanted to see what you guys would do to me. I like being made to do nasty things. You guys can piss on my face anytime you want here at home. I don’t care. It’s not my favorite thing, and I wouldn’t get off on it, but if you like it, I’ll do it for you if we can do other things.”

“Thanks for the permission.” Ethan clearly didn’t think he needed consent to piss on either of us. “It’s not your favorite thing to have someone take a whiz on those fat milk jugs? Well, I’m sure I could come up with something that might amuse you, Joy,” Ethan added callously.

Joy didn’t stop smiling at him. She didn’t seem the least bit afraid of him, and that did bother Ethan. “You are too dumb to know you should be scared. I won’t stop at just pissing on your pretty blonde hair and washing off all that makeup you wasted our parent’s money on.”

Joy’s reaction was not to retaliate or fire back an accusation. Clearly, she wasn’t angry about having been pissed on. Her lips curved into a soft smile, not forced, just natural. Joy seemed to be waiting for Ethan to decide what to do with us next.

“What about you, Mary?” Nick’s attention turned to me. His eyes burned through me like he wanted to set me on fire. “Let’s hear from you. Did you like watching the guys ridicule me after they found out I fuck my sister?”

“What are you even talking about? This is the first I have heard about all of this,” I replied. I was baffled and missing a huge chunk of what was being discussed. But, Nick obviously thought I was playing coy and trying to avoid responsibility.

“Did you fuck me at the wedding, Nick? I don’t remember.”

Joy tilted her head, her eyes bright and curious, like she was trying to recall the name of a forgotten song while performing the humiliating sex act on her stepbrother’s cock head. Her voice was light and casual, her smile easy, utterly unconcerned with how Nick or Ethan might react.

Joy dropped in quick, gentle movements, her knees bending just enough to make it look like a playful little bounces as she held her ass cheeks apart to make it easier to fit the tip of Ethan’s cock in her asshole. Without lubrication, I guessed it was painful for my sister to fuck him this way.

In fact, Ethan was just sitting with his dick out. Joy was doing all the humping, while he sat and enjoyed himself. Still, just the tip was all he penetrated with.

Joy had long since passed the seventeen times Ethan asked her to count. She continued dipping the tip of his dick into her asshole and smiling like it was fun for her.

“Nick, this bitch is going to say she had nothing to do with it,” Ethan pointed his thumb in my direction and then grabbed my sister by her throat. Joy froze in place but remained on the tip of his dick without letting it pop out of her butt. “This little dick squasher is going to say she thought you were just one of the boys in the line, and she didn’t know it was you. Aren’t you?”

He shook my sister, expecting a response. I am sure my stepbrother had done that to ensure any legitimate defense of what happened to Nick from us would be ignored because he had already told him how we’d try to spin what happened.

“I knew it was Nick,” Joy admitted as she caught her breath and composed herself when Ethan released his grip on her throat just enough for her to speak. She stared straight ahead like a caught rabbit in a trap, hovering on the dick in her ass.

Ethan relaxed a little but continued holding my sister by her throat from behind. Nick seethed with an inner rage that I had never seen from him before.

“I am sorry; I never meant to hurt you or make you mad, Nick. I thought you were waiting in line. I didn’t mind sucking your dick, and I’ll do it again if you want me to. I’ll suck off any guy that asks, as long as there is a place I can take him to, and Mom and Dad won’t get pissed. I love giving head, but I wouldn’t have blown you if I knew you didn’t want it. I never intended to embarrass you. I am sorry. I don’t want you to hate me or be mad at me. Mary wasn’t even there, and she had nothing to do with it.”

“She’ll protect her Queen, bros before hos, Nick,” Ethan continued to hold my sister in a chokehold while making her continue to force her ass down on his dick. Joy could have taken her hands away from her butt cheeks and struggled, but she didn’t. She started bouncing again. Her smile was gone, and she looked panicked, and she barely struggled.

“How did I get a text from Mary that told me you were in trouble?” Nick asked, as if he had just caught my sister in a lie. I didn’t send that text, and I told him if I had my phone back, I’d show him. Nick thought that was just an excuse that I made up and didn’t believe me either.

“Yeah, why don’t you ask dear old Daddy to pull out that phone of yours and show Nick the time you warned him that your sister was sucking cocks at his wedding, and he should check it out?” Ethan sneered. It dawned on me that I didn’t have my phone all night during the wedding. I danced with a boy and left it in my purse. I didn’t know how Ethan unlocked it and sent a text, but I imagined he had that base covered, too.

“Dry humping is over,” Ethan shoved my sister off of him. “Here is how it’s going to go, ladies. You can expect to play with Nick and me every day while Mom and Dad are gone until we tire of you. Resist, and we’ll make it worse. Tell on us, and we’ll say you were framing us and making it MUCH worse. That’s a given, and there is no way you can get out of it.

Tonight, I want you BOTH back on restriction. I don’t care if this fat tub of lard thinks she loves it; she won’t love it by the time it’s over. I don’t care if Mary pretends her shit doesn’t stink. It stinks. Tonight, I am going to give you instructions to get yourselves back on restriction. If you do not do it yourselves, we’ll do it MY way.”

He showed us his phone with all the perverted pictures of my sister covered in cum and loving it. Even after hearing Joy brag with reverence about it, I couldn’t believe how perverted and sexual they were.

These weren’t just action shots, either. Joy looked up, smiled, and posed for these pictures. There were several shocking images where she was clearly having fun, with two cocks in her hand and her mouth wide open. This was not Photoshop, or some trick. My sister eagerly scanned the pictures because it was the first time she had seen them, and she excitedly remembered the juicy details from being gang-banged at our parents’ wedding.

There was even a picture showing my completely nude sister willingly accepting help to get into a dumpster. Joy wore only a smirk on her face as she sat her bare ass in mucky dumpster water and encouraged the guys to use the dumpster as a urinal and her as the urinal cake to aim at.

Even with everything that I had heard, I had to see the picture to believe that my sister would do something that depraved and look like she enjoyed it. “It was funny; I knew you guys were laughing at me,” Joy reiterated. She laughed as she recalled some of the vulgar names the guys called her. She genuinely found them hilarious, and she thought some of them were clever. She seemed thrilled to be called a bimbo or a fat ass.

The guys even threw banana peels and other garbage on her, which seemed awful, considering all they wanted to do was please them, but Joy found it delightful. I believe Ethan thought she was full of shit and was trying reverse psychology on him to pretend she loved what he wanted to do to her, so he wouldn’t love doing it. I hoped that’s what it was that fascinated my sister, because I didn’t understand it at all.