Chapter 12

I was still trying to process the pictures of my sister at the wedding. I couldn’t tell if it happened over several hours or only twenty minutes. I remembered seeing JOY written on my sister’s face in red lipstick and eye makeup running down her face in the pictures.

In one scene, they gagged her, and attached metal clips to her pussy lips. She’d been spanked all over, even on her tits. In another scene, men were pissing on her and throwing garbage at her. There were gang bang photos with the men’s faces not showing, but I saw indications that Nick was among the men waiting in the blowjob line.

The common thread across the range of photos was that Joy was happy and not just faking it. I could see genuine excitement and enthusiasm. Even when it appeared they were trying to hurt her, she seemed to glow with fresh excitement. I couldn’t understand why they were hurting her if she was cooperating—and why Joy seemed to enjoy it.

Another part of the jigsaw puzzle about that night that eluded me was my sister’s ability to process all of this as enjoyable. Until recently, she didn’t actually know what an adrenaline rush was.

I had zero experience with bondage, but even I could tell that the toys they used on my sister were designed to bind and inflict pain. Why would she trust them to do that to her? Joy had so much confidence in the photos as if she was experienced with wearing a gag, and yet she told us that she had never done anything like that before.

I couldn’t imagine being so composed if I were in her position. I also couldn’t have been trusting enough to get totally naked just outside a venue hosting an event celebrating my parents’ wedding and let someone put me inside a cage or a dumpster. I felt that even a seasoned submissive would have hesitated before allowing a group of guys to practice using these toys on her. Perhaps that’s why Joy did it. She may not have known better.

My little sister had no reason to lie when she said she didn’t have experience with any of those things, so either she had all the courage in the world, and, for some reason, things that would give me nightmares turned her on, or there was more to the story.

I had other detailed questions, like how Ethan managed even to bring the spiked tit-masher device they strapped on my sister’s enormous boobs in one of the pictures to my parent’s wedding reception. Then again, he had managed to bring a huge anal plug to our house and keep it hidden somewhere until he was ready to plant it on us.

The last clue that I was missing was how Nick could have really thought I set any of this up. I had never given the impression I’d know the first thing about any of these sordid games. Could he really believe that I’d arrange an elaborate gang bang just to ensnare him and make him look bad?

A theory began to emerge in my mind. Nick was the youngest in the family, and despite the fact that he had grown up to my size, he was still wet behind the ears. A skilled manipulator like Ethan might have been able to convince my little brother that, somehow, I was the villain behind everything. He didn’t have to manipulate my little sister, apparently, because she was more than happy to play along. Yet now, it was different. Joy had made it very clear to Ethan that it was time for him to stand down and leave her alone.

“It’s fine if you take our clothes, but I am not playing. I don’t think YOU understand,” Joy insisted and started to walk past Ethan.

He blocked the bathroom door. “By tonight, you’ll be pooping with this door open like two pet hamsters. We can watch you two smelling each other’s crap and playing with yourselves, shaving your cunts, and run on the hamster wheel I put you on for my amusement. Mom and Dad will think you both deserve even worse by the time I show them all the fun we had at the wedding and point out it was all your idea.”

“You could have made me do that without any of this.” Joy didn’t take his warning seriously. “You can tell them what you want and show them whatever you want. I am not going to deny it, but I won’t do what you tell me.”

“You will, and you’ll be sorry you fucked with me, Dumbellina. The real fun will begin tonight. Mommy and Daddy will realize they made a huge mistake giving you a chance to behave yourselves, and they’ll swing the pendulum even harder toward making my pet hamsters’ lives miserable!”

“Ham-sters,” Nick patted Joy’s belly and implied she was fat from eating ham. Joy smiled at him, slightly amused by his joke, but didn’t back down or show any sign of being afraid of either of them. I hoped she knew what she was getting herself into.

“I can assure you. If you REALLY like being humiliated, you need to obey me. We are just getting started, Butter-Ball,” Ethan poked her in the tummy hard with the tip of his finger, knocking the wind out of Joy because it caught her off guard. She bent forward slightly and yelped.

“What’s a matter, Pillsbury Doughwhore? Did I hit you in the belly button or that big cunt of yours? It’s so hard to tell with all the rolls of fat.”

Ethan kept pointing his finger at my sister like he was holding up a gun that she should be scared of.

“No. You had your chance. Let me pass, or you are going to be sorry, Ethan.”

Joy still seemed slightly amused. She looked right at his finger as she spoke to him. I was afraid for her—I was no fighter, and neither was she. Or so I believed.

“What are you going to do? Tell Mom and Dad? I am prepared for that, too. I anticipated you’d go to them and say big bad Ethan was mean to you and...” Ethan was in the middle of his diatribe, still pointing his finger at her.

My sister abruptly grabbed his finger, pushed it back hard, and Ethan screamed out in shock. Joy brought her other hand down low and grabbed his dick through his jeans and squeezed hard, catching Ethan off guard. He may have expected us to go to our parents and tell on him, but he didn’t see this coming, and neither did Nick.

If my sister was going to fight, I’d jump in too. Joy shouted for Nick and me to stay back. She rushed forward, still controlling Ethan by bending his index finger backward to cause him pain. It all happened in a second; Ethan was cursing her for daring to fight back while Joy drove her shoulder into him and pushed him into the bathroom door like a football tackle. In a flash, Joy grabbed his arm and spun him around so that Ethan faced away from her. Then she twisted the arm and held Ethan against the bathroom door.

“How dare you, cunt!” he demanded, calling for Nick to step in.

My sister glanced over her shoulder at Nick. He was younger, but he was taller and about the same size as Ethan. I saw a look of indecision on his face, and that was enough for Joy to ignore him. “It’s time to take the trash out to the road, Sis,” Joy sneered fiercely. My sister had a stubborn countenance on her face as she pushed him forward, hit his head against the door, opened it, and forced him into the hallway, where she tackled him. Joy didn’t care about modesty; her ass was up in the air, and her fat tits were in his face.

Any teenage boy might have enjoyed those big boobs. She had barely done more than bruise his ego. Retaliating, Ethan slapped and pulled my sister’s hair, fighting back, trying to get up and get leverage over her by using his reach and height.

“That was a mistake,” she warned him, “I play rough.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Ethan smacked my sister across the face and left a red hand print. “I play rough too!”

“Oh, good!” Joy smiled through the pain, composed herself, and grabbed both of his wrists, forcing him toward the living room to take him outside. My sister had surprisingly powerful upper body strength. She twisted his wrists and forced him to let go of her ponytail while kneeing him in the stomach.

Nick wasn’t sure what to do as we stood there watching the two of them go at it. He stood next to me as we followed the pair to the living room. I half expected him to pair off against me and jump on my back.

My little brother and I watched, stunned, as my sister used all her power on Ethan, holding him in a headlock. I was ready to jump in, but she obviously controlled him.

“Get your sweaty tits off me,” Ethan tried to bite my sister’s nipple. She let him do it, made a fist, and punched him in the face, hitting him square in the eye. Not a slap; I mean a full-on, five-knuckle, balled-up fist—right in the face as hard as she could throw it! Ethan didn’t expect that, coming from a girl.

“You fat fuck!” Ethan grabbed at his eye. “You hit me when I was down and sucker punched me! Now, I’m mad.”

Ethan’s bitter cry was a hollow threat. He demanded that she stop, but Joy wasn’t finished with him.

“That makes you mad? How does it feel to be mad, Ethan? Do you want to hurt me because you are mad? Go ahead, C’mon. You little bitch! Let’s go outside first,” she ordered, as he countered a few of her punches with some of his own, and then the two of them landed on the carpet near our front door. Their grappling bodies intertwined, like they were holding each other close and having sex.

“I don’t want to fuck you! You horny nympho,” Ethan shouted and punched her pussy lips, leaving my sister momentarily out of breath. He tried to choke her, covering her mouth and nose.

Joy saw me rushing up to pull Ethan off. My sister shook her head, warning me off while he struggled to asphyxiate her. I was in a panic! Joy fought for breath while grabbing at his wrists.

Eventually, she gained some leverage, pinching his wrists and bending his fingers back so that he squealed. Her strong arms pushed Ethan’s head down between her tits, and he used multiple cuss words, claiming she would regret this, and then, while he was talking, she interlaced her fingers and brought both fists down on the back of his head, causing him to release her and stagger backwards. It was brutal! Joy was just warming up.

Joy stuck a finger into each of his nostrils, pulling him by his nose like a bowling ball she was about to throw down the alley. Then in a smooth motion, she rolled on top of him, straddling his body, while he flailed his arms wildly to slap her face and pull her hair.

My sister sat her freshly shaved pussy on his stomach and began beating on his chest and face. At first, Ethan tried to punch my sister back, and I thought he might get in a good shot. Joy deftly pushed his punches out of the way and smacked him hard with closed fists, punishing him for even trying to fight.

It was clear to me that Joy was going to dominate this fight, but Ethan wasn’t going to give up easily. His confidence was a little shaken, but he could still turn things around. If he did, he’d definitely exact the revenge he had promised us.

I hoped that Joy wasn’t intentionally getting him just so that he would be meaner to her. That thought occurred to me. His wrath would extend to us both. I imagined myself being pissed on in a dirty dumpster, and my stomach turned with fear.

Joy hit him three or four more times with rock-solid punches. All Ethan could do was bring his hands up to protect his face; he could not retaliate.

Joy frowned at him, perhaps expecting him to put up more of a fight. She stopped even though she could have just kept punching until he gave up. Joy pushed her body forward until her legs were straddling his upper body and used her knees to pin his arms. She brought her pussy over his face.

“Get your stinking pussy out of my face, you fuck! God! You pissed in my mouth! I will make you pay!”

Joy didn’t seem ashamed; she didn’t show remorse, and she certainly didn’t plan to pay him anything except for a world of hurt. He could see in her pretty blue eyes that she wasn’t fucking around with him. Joy wasn’t done with him, by a long shot.

“That was just a little trickle; let me take you outside so I can give you a real taste of my lemonade,” she promised sweetly.

“So that you can sucker punch me again, Cunt lips? You wanted to be pissed on; it was your idea to get in that dumpster,” Ethan accused her of having thought up the whole thing. My sister didn’t deny any of it.

“Sucker punched? Why not? Whatever works, Ethan! I told you I was up for anything when you invited me to play with your friends, and they seemed into it. I nearly puked on myself in the dumpster, and you guys thought it was funny, so you made me gag myself.”

“I didn’t make you gag yourself! I told you to stick your finger down your throat and throw up all the cum you swallowed on your fat tits, and you did it and giggled.”

“Make me gag now, then, Ethan.” Joy wasn’t laughing when she suggested it. “I’ll give you a chance to stick your cock down my throat and make me puke! That’s my idea of fun, too, Ethan. Let’s go outside where we won’t break any furniture. Get up, pretty boy. Let’s go!”

Joy grabbed him by his collar, pulled him off the floor, and stood up with him. He spat out her piss into her face and yanked her ponytails. He slammed her head into the wall and then punched her in the pussy.

After this blow, he had the upper hand. “No need to go outside; we can settle this quickly,” Again, Ethan slammed his stepsister’s head against the wall. “When our parents find out how badly you fucked up the living room to attack me, I’ll make you gag on my dick every day.”

He had my sister by her pretty blonde hair, ready to slam her head again.

“Show me how you’d do it,” my sister smiled at him sweetly and added, “I double dare you!”

Joy could have swung on him, tripped him, smacked the shit out of him, but she waited for him to compose himself. She gave him a chance to back down. I was worried this was a twisted game Joy was playing to make him want to hurt her. In some of the wedding pictures, she looked disheveled and covered in welts. Now, her face was red from all the times he had landed blows.

She elbowed him in the ribs hard when he tried to slam her head again. Ethan kept one hand on the back of her head while using his left hand for leverage.

Joy continued struggling with him to free herself. Ethan let go of the back of Joy’s head long enough to move his hand down to the back of her neck. This was enough for her to break free and plow him into the carpet. Joy punched him in the dick twice before landing another punch in his stomach.

“I told you: come play outside,” she repeated ominously. She waited for him to recover and get up while she caught her breath.

It seemed like she was either giving Ethan a chance to surrender or another chance to beat her ass. Joy was hesitating; it alarmed me. He wasn’t ready to surrender. Ethan was looking for an opportunity to open up on her; when he saw his chance, he kneed her in the groin, causing her to cry out in anguish.

“Get him!” I shouted, but neither of them replied to me.

“You like pain, slut? How ‘bout this?”

Ethan slapped my sister across the face as hard as he could, causing her head to swing to the side. He promised, “I’ll give you and your sister a whole fucking world of pain until even a twisted cunt like you says it’s too much. I’ll knock your fat ass out, and then I’ll make you watch me fuck Mary’s little asshole and lick out my cum.”

“Promises, promises, Ethan!” my sister told him. She had been waiting since the wedding for him to play with her again, and if this was the best he could do, it wasn’t good enough.

She wrapped her arm round his neck in a half nelson, brought his head down toward her tits, and Ethan returned the favor by repeatedly punching her in the belly.

Joy used one hand to open the front door and launched Ethan forward after absorbing everything he could throw at her. She kicked Ethan down the steps onto the snow-covered patio. He was just lucky we hadn’t cleared the snow yet, or he might have landed on the bare cement.

“You whore, you could have given me a concussion,” he shouted as he clutched his head. “Wait ‘til I show all these bruises to Mom and Dad; you’ll be lucky if you aren’t shitting outside in the snow like a fucking dog!”

“That might have been funny,” Joy smiled sweetly as she took her time getting her boots on. “Mom could have bought me a little leash, and you and Nick could have taken me for a walk. You sure do want to watch me poop. You know, you could ask me to be your puppy.”

“You won’t be smiling tonight! I don’t have to ask you to do anything, and I certainly don’t want to see a fat fucking cow like you drop a turd in the snow. I’ll be telling you both to lick each other’s dirty asses!”

Joy sat on her bare ass on the carpet and slid her foot in her other boot, listening to him as if she was waiting for him to tell her another dirty thing he wanted to do to her.

“I am outside, cunt! You seem like you are scared now,” Ethan crowed like he had already won this fight.

Joy took her time and put her black boots on, even though she could have finished Ethan. “Get him!” I yelled again, encouragingly, but my sister ignored me. I watched in horror as Ethan started to compose himself like some Terminator robot that won’t die even when it falls into lava.

Ethan attempted to get to his feet as my sister walked down the stairs out of our trailer. She was dismantling him, humiliating him. There was no fear on her face. “You want a fair fight? I will give you one. Take your best shot,” Joy offered him a chance to hit her.

He was fully dressed; she was naked except for a pair of boots. Nick and I stood at the door and watched. I was afraid Nick might try to take a swing at me. He might have realized that Joy would come for him next if he tried.

Ethan looked surprised, but still confident. My stepbrother reminded me of the blonde villain Johnny in the first Karate Kid movie, who was ready to sweep the leg to win at any cost. He was shaken but not ready to give up. He wiped his bloody lip and rubbed his eye.

“I am not waiting in the snow all day. You want your free punch? Come and do it. Try and sucker punch me, Ethan. If you can.”

Our stepbrother dropped into a martial arts stance, with his body sideways and his right arm facing my sister. She stood facing him, her body loose but not doing anything fancy.

She took three steps toward him, offering her face, but the coward didn’t swing. Joy was ready to absorb that punch if he had, but she wasn’t going to give him another chance. She had begun slowly, but, like a freight train, she charged and bowled him over in the snow. Joy pinned him, and Ethan crumbled like the coward he truly was. He was all show, no substance.

Joy fought a little dirty. I noticed she had no problem pulling his hair, digging her nails into his arms, slapping his face, and punching him in the balls. It wasn’t even necessary, because Ethan was barely able to retaliate.

Ethan got in a few powerful slaps on her tits and bit her leg when she wrestled him to the ground and forced her leg into his face while facing away from him in a 69 position while he flailed away, trying to slap her calves; Joy punched him hard in his cock, fell backward and dropped her whole weight on him, causing his body to spasm from the sheer pain of being body slammed by my sister.

“Want to go again?” She offered her hand to help him up, clearly unafraid of him.