A Submissive Sibling
Copyright© 2025 by H. Malcom Walker
Chapter 10: Claiming Carrie
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10: Claiming Carrie - Mark and his sister Carrie have always gotten along well, even if she likes to tease him a little too much. A surprising DNA result leads to lines being crossed. Discover the taboo journey of two siblings caught in a web of desire and consequences.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Incest Brother Sister BDSM MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Analingus First Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Illustrated
My nap was short, but refreshing. When I opened my eyes, I was still lying on my back, propped up on a couple of pillows. My very naked, very beautiful sister was straddling my waist, facing me. She was taking a bite out of a slice of pizza with one hand, while holding a plate with more slices with the other.
I could feel her very wet pussy sliding up and down the hair that ran between my navel and my pubes. She was only moving it a little, but it felt so damn erotic that I could feel my cock starting to respond. She smiled when she saw my eyes open, and offered me a bite from the same slice she had just taken one from.
I leaned forward to take a bite, then back as I chewed. Carrie giggled without opening her mouth, coming out as a hum. We stared into each other’s eyes as we both chewed. The entire time she was moving her slit gently back and forth, just enough that I could feel the motion.
After I swallowed, I leaned forward again and Carrie fed me another bite then took one for herself. We continued to chew, looking each other in the eyes while she continued to move back and forth on my happy trail. My cock was raging hard by that point, and I saw Carrie’s eyes widen when the tip poked into her lower back.
She smiled and leaned over to set the plate down on the side table, after handing me another full piece. As I took a bite and stared at her, she repositioned that beautiful slit of hers over my straining tool, which was now free to point at my face. Putting her hands on my chest, she lowered her dripping cunt until it was pressing my cock into my abs. She started making the same motion as before, but moving back and forth along the length of my prick this time.
“Oh man,” I thought. “I’m about to fuck my little sister ... again.”
Carrie’s movements were tentative, her hips moving in a slow, back-and-forth motion, rubbing her wet pussy up and down my cock. She bit her lower lip, a mix of nervousness and excitement playing across her face. I could feel the heat of her pussy, the wetness that coated my rod. She was hitting some really nice spots.
“Take your time,” I encouraged, my voice low and husky. “There’s no rush.”
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. Slowly, she began to make larger movements, her hips rolling and grinding when her slit was directly over the head of my cock. Each time she hit that spot, my hips jerked involuntarily. Her movements gradually became less awkward, her body relaxing as she concentrated on pleasing me.
I reached up and used my hands to cup her breasts, while my thumbs traced circles around her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back, her body arching into my touch. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I could feel my cock throbbing, aching to be inside her.
Carrie continued to move, her hips rolling and grinding, but she kept losing her rhythm, her body tense as she tried to adjust her position.
“Here,” I said, my hands moving to her hips, guiding her. “Like this. Slow and steady.”
I helped her find the right angle, the right distance, and soon she was sliding up and down my cock with much more confidence. The sensation was incredible, the wet heat of her pussy, along with the friction that sent waves of pleasure through my body.
Carrie leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples hard and teasing. “Is this better?” she asked, her voice breathless.
“Much better,” I groaned, my hips bucking up to force her slit down even harder on my cock. “You feel amazing.”
She smiled, a flush of pleasure spreading across her cheeks. “You feel amazing too,” she whispered, her lips capturing mine in a deep, passionate kiss.
Our bodies moved in sync, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Carrie’s moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurred me on. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my balls increasing with each stroke.
Carrie’s movements became more urgent, her hips rolling and grinding with a newfound intensity. She broke the kiss, her head falling back, her body arching into mine. “Mark,” she moaned, her voice filled with desire. “I want you inside me. I want to fuck my brother again. I want to make babies with you.”
I groaned, my hips bucking up, desperate to fill her cunt with my prick. “Fuck, Carrie. You’re driving me crazy.”
With a slow, deliberate motion, she lifted her hips, positioning herself over my cock. She grabbed the shaft with one hand, using it to rub the tip up and down her slit. I could feel the head of my dick pressing against her entrance, the feeling of her opening squeezing on the tip of my dick driving me wild.
She lowered herself onto it, taking me inch by inch. I could feel her stretching around me, her inner muscles clenching and releasing, drawing me in deeper. It was pure ecstasy, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent sparks of desire coursing through my body. She would take about half of my shaft inside her, then stop before she went back up until only the tip was still inserted. She did this several times, driving me wild with lust, but it was her cock and I let her maintain control.
Finally, Carrie bottomed out and I could feel the tip stroking her cervix. She began to move, her hips rolling and grinding, taking me deep with each stroke. I could feel every inch of her, the tightness of her pussy, the wetness that coated me, the heat that enveloped me. It was intense, overwhelming, and I couldn’t get enough.
I reached up, my hands cupping her breasts again. I pinched her nipples between my fingers, making her cry out. She moaned, her head falling back, her body arching into my touch. I could feel her inner muscles clenching around me, drawing me in deeper, milking me for all I was worth.
Our movements became more frantic, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Carrie’s moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurred me on. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my balls increasing with each stroke.
“Oh fuck, Mark! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard!” I gave her what she asked for, thrusting up hard inside her each time she dropped down onto my cock. I continued to squeeze her nipples, while she held on tight to my biceps, using them as leverage to help her keep riding me hard.
When the pressure in my balls became too much, I let go of her nipples and grabbed her hips to pull her down tight against me. With a final, deep thrust, I sent Carrie over the edge. Her body convulsed around me, her inner muscles clenching and releasing, drawing my own release from me. I came hard, my cock pulsing as I spilled into her, our bodies shuddering together as we rode out our pleasure.
As we came down from our orgasmic high, Carrie collapsed onto my chest, her body still trembling. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, our hearts beating in sync. The intensity of our love, the depth of our desire, left us both breathless and sated.
We lay there for a while, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Carrie lifted her head, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, my thumb tracing her cheek. “I love you too, Carrie. More than words can express. Did you call me Daddy?”
“Yes,” she said with a giggle. “I’m going to have all your babies and make you a Daddy, so you should get used to hearing it.” Then she moved her head down until she could latch onto my nipple, which she sucked into her mouth before she bit it ... hard.
“Ow! That hurt, wench! When I have enough energy to get out of this bed, you’re gonna pay for that.”
She just laughed and moved her lips up to mine, kissing me for a nice long while until she put her head down on my chest with a contented sigh. With that, we drifted off to sleep, the pleasant weight of my sister pressed up against me with her arm draped over my chest.
I slept for several hours, and there was still daylight streaming through the window when I opened my eyes. Carrie had turned over and was facing away from me, giving me a very nice view of her backside. I admired it for a moment before I got out of the bed, being careful not to disturb her.
The plate with a piece of pizza still on it was on the bedside table, so I picked it up and took a bite as I walked out of the bedroom. It was a slice of cold, frozen pizza, but I still enjoyed it. It reminded me an old joke about how sex and pizza were alike. If it’s good, it’s really good. If it’s bad, it’s still pretty good. So far, fucking my sister has been absolutely fantastic, and this pizza is not bad, even cold.
As I finished eating the slice, I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of beer, cracking it open to take a big first sip. I turned around and saw Carrie’s iPhone laying on the bar in front of me. I picked it up and entered her code, which was the same from several years ago when our parents made us share a phone for a while.
It only took me a moment to find Jake’s number that Carrie had saved this morning. It only rang once before he picked up. “Hello,” I heard his deep voice say.
“Yo, this is Mark. What’s up?” I asked.
“Not much, hombre. How you doing? You all fucked out already?” he asked with a laugh.
I gave a chuckle as well. “No, not quite yet, but she might be. Hey, are you guys still planning on coming over tomorrow?”
“Sure, if that’s what you want.”
“Yeah, it’s cool. Listen, bring some more beer and steaks. Looks like there’s a great grill here and there’s lots of space in the fridge.”
“You got it, Homes,” was his reply. “Text me the address and we’ll be there in the afternoon. We’ll have some lady friends with us.”
“In that case, bring another bottle or two of tequila. There’s a hot tub here and we can float some titties in it.”
“Yes sir,” was all he said in reply.
“Okay man, looking forward to it,” I said as I ended the call and put the phone back down on the bar. I took another sip of beer and savored it for a moment before I walked back into the bedroom. Carrie was still laying just as I’d left her.
I stepped over to her drawer full of toys and quietly picked up the other pair of handcuffs. I rummaged around a bit and also found a plastic bag full of large black zip ties, and I took a few out. I looked around and found the other pair laying on the corner of the bed, where I had tossed them after removing them from her wrists earlier.
Still sneaking, I walked around to her side of the bed and very carefully attached one of the cuff rings to her right ankle, which was petite enough to allow me to do so. I only clicked it a few times so it would be secure, but not tight enough to wake her. Then I pulled her other ankle close enough so I could repeat my action. Carrie moved around a little in her sleep, but didn’t wake up.
Going back around to my side of the bed, I climbed onto the mattress on my knees, carefully straddling her back. She started moving around more and I knew she was about to wake up, so I hurried to complete my nefarious scheme. I grabbed her left wrist, which was laying near her hip and quickly attached the cuff. Then I pulled her right wrist around and locked the other cuff closed on it just as she became fully awake.
“Mark! What are you doing?” she cried out.
I smirked but did not answer her. I leaned to my left and stopped straddling her, which allowed her to struggle more. I kept a tight grip on the cuffs around her wrists with my left hand, while I pulled a zip tie out of my mouth with my right.
“Mark! Why did you cuff me? Did I do something wrong? Please let me go,” she pleaded with me.
I used that opportunity to pull her ankles up towards her wrists and quickly secured the two sets of cuffs together with a zip tie. Now she was helpless, laying on her stomach on the bed, wiggling around uselessly. My cock was already getting hard again.
I found the riding crop and brought it down on the side of her hip. I wasn’t trying to hurt her, but just get her attention.
“Shhh,” I said with my finger up to my lips. “Good girls are quiet unless they are asked a question, right?”
Carrie looked at me with wide eyes, but simply nodded her head.
“I’ll be right back,” I said. “You lay there and think about the ten swats you’ve got coming with the crop. Did you forget about them?”
Carrie gave a brief sob but didn’t answer me. I swatted her on the hip again, and said, “I asked you a question.”
“Yes, I forgot. I thought since we fucked so good you would forgive me.”
“I do forgive you,” I said. “But if I let you get away without being punished then your discipline won’t be reinforced. I want you to submit to me completely, so I’ll have to break you down completely first before I build you back up exactly the way I want you. The military taught me that.”
Carrie just nodded at me, and I could see a little fear in her eyes. Good. She needed to fear me for a while until she learned her place in our relationship.
“I’ll be right back,” I said as I laid the crop down on the bed. I walked back into the kitchen area and hoisted one of my bags up on the counter. I pulled out a smaller bag and opened a pill bottle, shaking two of the tablets into my hand. Then I filled up a glass of water and walked back into the bedroom.
I made a stop at the toy drawer and picked up something, hiding it behind my back as I walked around the bed to Carrie’s side. I put it behind her knees so she couldn’t see it before I stopped next to her head.
“Does your pussy hurt, baby girl?” I asked her. “You got fucked hard twice, so I’m betting it does.”
“Yes, it’s sore,” she said, staring up at me.
“Here, I got you some ibuprofen. That should help.”
I held out the two brown pills and she opened her mouth so I could drop them inside. Then I carefully held the glass so she could take a sip to swallow the pills with. Some of it trickled out of the corner of her mouth, and I used my thumb to wipe it for her.
“Want some more water?” I asked. “You should probably take a little more to make sure you stay hydrated.” I held the glass again and she carefully swallowed about half of it before I pulled it away and set it on the side table.
I reached behind her knees and grabbed the red ball gag where I had dropped it. I brought it up to her face and her eyes got wide again and she started begging.
“No Mark! Please not that! I’ll be good! I’ll be such a good girl for you! Please!”
“You have three seconds to open your mouth and accept this or I will add ten more licks from the crop. 1... 2...”
She opened her mouth and I stuffed the ball into it before fastening the strap around her head to hold it into place. Oh fuck, now she just looked amazingly fucking sexy. I wanted to stick my rock-hard cock inside her again, but I didn’t want to overly abuse her little pussy, which was virgin just a few hours ago. I went back around to my side of the bed, picking up the crop again. I leaned over and turned Carrie until she was facing my side of the bed, about where my chest would be if I was lying down. I took another sip of beer then picked up the Shibari book before I laid down.
“Fuck, Carrie. You are so goddamn sexy tied up like that,” I said as I stroked her hair. “We are definitely going to explore this Shibari thing a lot going forward. I set the beer down on the side table and opened the book to the first page. I began reading out loud.
“Shibari, also known as Kinbaku, is a traditional Japanese art form that combines aesthetics with bondage. It originated in the Edo period and was initially used as a form of torture and restraint. Over time, it evolved into an erotic and artistic practice, emphasizing beauty, trust, and connection between partners.”
Carrie groaned into her ball gag, her body shifting slightly against the restraints. I glanced down at her and could see the mix of frustration and anticipation in her eyes, which sent a thrill through me.
I turned a few pages to a section on choosing the right rope. “The rope should be soft and flexible, usually made of jute or hemp. It’s important to avoid ropes that can cause injury or discomfort. Jute rope is a popular choice because it’s lightweight, has a slight ‘bite’ that helps knots hold, and becomes softer with use. This is crucial for safety because it ensures the rope won’t cut into the skin or restrict circulation too much.”
I flipped to a page with a detailed illustration of a simple box tie. “This is one of the most basic knots in Shibari. It’s used to secure the rope without causing too much pressure. See how it forms a neat little box? That’s the key to a good box tie. It’s designed to be secure without tightening under pressure, which is crucial for safety.”
I turned the book so she could see it, and Carrie’s eyes followed the diagram. She let out a muffled sound, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. I chuckled, feeling a surge of power and desire. She made a few motions like an inchworm until she was close enough to lay her head down on my thigh. I started stroking her hair again.
“Good girl,” I murmured. “Now, let’s talk about the hogtie. It’s a classic restraint that immobilizes the body completely. But we need to be careful. Improper tying can restrict blood flow and cause discomfort.”
I turned a few more pages to one with a detailed illustration of a hogtie. “For the hogtie, the key is to tie the ankles first, then the wrists, and finally secure them together. But we must ensure the knees are slightly bent and the body is supported to avoid putting too much pressure on the joints. You should always be able to fit a couple of fingers under any bound rope to ensure circulation isn’t compromised.”
Carrie’s breath hitched, and I could see her imagination running wild. I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Imagine it, Carrie. Your wrists and ankles bound together, your body completely at my mercy. The rope digging into your soft skin, marking you as mine. Look how the ropes around her tits pull them up and out, exposing them so I can land strokes easier with the riding crop.”
Carrie gave out a low whine, which made me laugh. I slid off the bed and removed her ball gag. She looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“Did you forget about your ten crop licks again?” I asked.
Carrie didn’t speak, but slowly shook her head back and forth. I saw a tear forming in the corner of one eye.
“I’ll give you a choice. You can stay cuffed all night with the gag in or you can take your ten licks and thank me after each one.”
She thought about it for just a moment, then said, “I’ll take my licks.”
I smiled at her and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed so I could unlock her cuffs. I left the zip tie on them for now since I was pretty sure I wanted her like that again soon. I offered my hand to help her off the bed and led her to the middle of the floor.
“Bend over, keep your legs straight, and grab your ankles,” I said. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she thought better of it and bent over, facing away from me. If my cock was hard before, it could have cracked rocks at that moment. Her pussy and asshole were on full display to me, and it was all I could do to not step over and sink my fuck stick deep inside her.
I took a deep breath and managed to keep my sexual urges in check. I stepped forward and stroked the crop gently across her ass cheeks, making her shiver and give out a moan that could have been fear or lust. Maybe both.
“After each stroke lands, you will count what number it is, then say, ‘Thank you Daddy, may I have another?’ If you fail to count correctly or your hands come off your ankles, we will start over at one. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said with a sob of anguish.
I continued to stroke her ass cheeks with the crop for several long moments, then whipped it backwards and forward to land hard on her right cheek.
THWACK!
“Oh fuck!” she cried out. I could tell she almost let go of her ankles, but she gripped them tighter and said, “One! Thank you, Daddy, may I have another?”
I didn’t waste any time, and quickly struck her again on the other cheek.
THWACK!
“Oh sweet Jesus!” she gasped out. “Two! Thank you, Daddy, may I have another?”
I started stroking the head of the crop across the two red welts that were rising up on her ass. Her legs were quivering and I could tell she was crying. I could also see a trail of liquid rolling down her inner thigh, starting from her very wet pussy. When I leaned in to look a little closer, I could also see a small white bubble of my sperm from when I pounded her earlier starting to ooze out between her swollen outer lips.
I switched the crop to my left hand and leaned over, using two fingers of my right hand to swipe into and up through her slot. I collected a glob that was a mixture of my sperm and her cream on them and leaned down to put it near her face.
“Open your mouth,” I said. She did as she was told. I put the fingers inside and said, “Close your mouth and clean my fingers.”
She dutifully closed her lips around my fingers and I could feel her slurping and sucking on them. After a few moments of that I pulled my fingers out and stood back up, switching the crop to my right hand again.
“You are such a nasty, dirty little slut, aren’t you Carrie? You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
“Yes ... Daddy,” she said in a small voice.
THWACK!
Another stroke landed on her ass with no warning. She didn’t say anything this time, just moaned out in pain. “Ahhhhhh! Three! Thank you, Daddy, may I have another?”
THWACK! THWACK!
I landed two blows in quick succession, one on each cheek. I made the strikes as hard as I could.
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