One of the Best Stories Eddie Will Probably Ever Read
Copyright© 2026 by Mike McGifford (I have permission to post it)
Chapter 5
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5 - I didn't write this. Mike McGifford did. I put it in the coming-of-age category, but it's also so much more. BDSM and incest, embarrassed nude females, and all the perverted shit that I enjoy rolled up into one delicious dish. Mike can take the subtle and mundane life of a family that happens to have a kinky side business and let you experience life with them through word pictures. It's not the best story I ever wrote. It's one of the best I have ever read.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Teenagers Consensual Incest BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Facial Oral Sex Sex Toys Illustrated
Alright. “I said I would do what you told me, but I didn’t say you could call me a cum bag and treat me like one of Dad’s skeevy little whores,” she said firmly. Then she looked over her shoulder with a snicker and apologized, “No offense intended, Eve.”
I saw Eve look up and shrug like she wasn’t offended in that exaggerated slapstick pantomime she seemed to have perfected. It was hard not to laugh, and my serious expression started to break.
“Dad once told me that it’s a girl’s job to clean up, not mine,” I said.
She could do it easily enough later. Maybe she’d feel embarrassed remembering that she’d chewed on her brother’s used condom. I didn’t know why I wanted Maddie to feel humiliated or guilty. Already, I wanted to be able to do this again.
There was just something about watching her be taken down a notch that made me feel powerful, and it was fun because Maddie was being a good sport about it.
“Lose the panties before you get started with Eve. I want you to feel the tawse on your naked ass so there is no padding and no doubt in your mind that your little toy isn’t defective.”
I theatrically put the tawse to my nose and breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of the leather and the salty taste of my sister and Eve. How many times had my sister used this?
A thought occurred to me, that she may have used it on some dude. I quickly erased that mental image and wondered why my sister even had it in the first place – a test? A toy to beat her with? A punishment stick?
It was too flimsy to be a true punishment.
It was cheap, not like one of Dad’s fine-quality, well-oiled leather toys. This was probably made of fake leather from China.
I slapped it against my palm, and it made a nice sound, but nothing too intimidating. I wanted it
Maddie stood there thinking for a second and then sighed as if she had reached a conclusion. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to remove them.
“Fine, but the next time we do this, I am in charge and you’ll be the one to chew the condom up,” she said, as if she were negotiating.
I didn’t tell her that was outrageous. She seemed almost excited as she rolled her panties down and off, stepping out of them while not breaking eye contact.
I was the one who lost that contest, but only because I wanted to see her fur-covered mound the moment it was exposed.
Maddie kept her carpet of hair well trimmed. It wasn’t a wild bush but a short, perfectly manicured rectangle of soft-looking black hair, like something out of ‘80s porn. I was suitably impressed. Her pussy lips were completely visible, like Eve’s. A split mound that reminded me of a goat’s snout.
I’d always been fascinated with body hair, especially in ancient porn. I considered myself a connoisseur of snatch. I could probably write a book on the subject. Porn from the 1960s showed hairy armpits and bushes that had never seen scissors. That was the hippie age.
Then along came ‘70s porn and disco, where some grooming in the front had become fashionable but hair had still been allowed to grow all the way up to a girl’s ass crack and on her flaps. The result was that jizz and girl-goo matted all that hair during the creampie scenes after sex.
The ‘80s and ‘90s rock era had seen Hollywood get it perfect as hair receded away from a girl’s flaps, and in the ‘90s it was down to a landing strip.
My preference was the wider ‘80s look, but I did still enjoy the 2000s hip-hop bald style, too. That’s not to downplay the 2010s, where techno and the totally bald bitch was introduced. A completely hair-free slut with zero body hair, including a shining, oiled scalp.
Maddie’s ‘80s retro look flew in the face of current trends, and I loved it. How could I not look? What I really wanted to do was run my fingers over it, tug on it, massage her mons with my fingertips. It was so soft-looking and inviting, like a warm, delicate yet slightly shaggy rug. Perfect for her.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Maddie quipped, making me realize I’d been staring at her pussy.
“I might,” I casually replied in the same tone.
Maddie blushed!
“Okay, fine, you are too insecure to trust me to be in charge,” she decided as we moved over to the bed. “You can spank my butt, and play, and you can insult me like you did at the vanity. That stung harder than that tawse is going to,” she shrugged. “No pictures, no videos, no gossiping about how you fucked Maddie Lively to anyone outside of the house! And next time we are going to go 50/50, no more you boss man, me slave bitch the cum bag. Deal?”
“I’ll think about it,” I agreed, knowing better than to agree to one of Maddie’s deals without carefully looking for the catch first.
She smiled and rolled her eyes.
“How do you want me?” Maddie quickly asked, trying to divert my attention before I noticed she’d treated me like an equal. But I already had.
I took that as a win.
Eve was still lying back on the bed, her legs spread, cunt slowly closing after the pounding I’d just given her.
“On your knees between her legs, of course, dumbass,” I replied without thinking.
How was Maddie supposed to use the vibe on Eve from anywhere else?
“Duh,” Maddie replied. “I know that! But how are you supposed to use the tawse on me while I’m on my knees?”
I mentally smacked my forehead. Maybe I am the dumbass, I said to myself.
“I meant bent over her, not literally on your knees, stupid,” I said, doubling down. “It’s just an expression, and you knew what I meant. Just for saying ‘duh’ to me, I’m not stopping until you make her cum, and I might do other stuff to you, too,” I threatened.
“I’ll give that a 2 out of 10,” Maddie said cryptically as she eagerly got into position while wiggling her ass at me like it was a cake I could eat.
A damn fine ass, I thought to myself.
“What’s 2 out of 10?”
“Not on your knees, stupid? That’s a far cry from, that thing you said earlier,” she looked over her shoulder at me while pointing her asshole right at me.
I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Oh Christ, you’re going to make me repeat it, aren’t you? Fine. You know how you called me a cum bag and said I could use your nasty condom like a flavor saver later, like it was something for me to be ashamed of? That made my nipples stand up and my asshole pucker; it stung so bad. How many times did you practice saying that to me in the mirror?”
Did Maddie think I’d fantasized about this very encounter before? Had she?
“None,” I admitted truthfully without hesitation.
“Fuck you. I know you, Luke. You aren’t that smooth. Care to try that line again, or phone a friend and see if they can help you put a little sting to it?”
Maddie and I bickered all the time around the house, and admittedly, my sister was clever and she usually won in our battle of wits. Was she asking me to degrade and tease her?
“Only a wicked little twat gets off on being called names, Maddie. I called you a cum rag because every guy at school dips his dick in your plump lips,” I reached down to her pussy.
I saw her eyes glance at me, and her face suggested that I could talk shit, but I’d better not touch her pussy.
I did it anyway, and I instantly felt how wet she was. I gave her sex a quick rub and moved my hand away.
“Jesus, are you wet, or did you piss yourself?” I asked, a little shocked at her state.
“Better,” she replied without actually answering.
She just turned her head back around and faced away from me, like she was afraid to look at me.
“Spread your legs. I want to see your clam. It’s not gonna miss out on this,” I promised.
“Okay, you don’t have to overdo it,” her voice wavered.
Maddie was normally able to let any zinger I could give her roll off her back, but in that vulnerable and exposed position it seemed I hit home. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be too cruel.
Honestly, I was waiting for Maddie to refuse to comply. I fully expected her to. Instead, she spread her legs apart.
“Is this good enough?” she asked, with a little less confidence in her voice than usual.
Her flaps were open, and I could see the pink, wet interior of her cunt. There was a slime trail down her thigh. She hadn’t lied earlier about needing to take a shower later. She totally looked like she’d creamed herself. I could almost make out what I assumed was her pee hole. I really wasn’t sure which hole was which.
I could now see her chocolate starfish, too. It was clean but wet with her pussy juice, and so tight. I’d never seen Eve’s asshole unplugged, and she was the only woman who’d ever intentionally aimed her pucker at me before now.
There was something so visceral and primal about seeing that pink little button closed tightly in front of me. If the roles had been reversed, I’d have been mortified that my sister could see the source of my shit, but Maddie acted like not only was it no big deal, but that it was just the amount of dignity that had to be sacrificed to have a good time.
My cock literally jumped for joy at the sight even though Maddie was my sister. It didn’t care. It wanted inside either her cunt or that tight little back tunnel. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I didn’t see Maddie as a sister at that moment.
She was a hot, crispy, delicious piece of ass to be had, with a body like a hot rod, built for speed.
I stepped up behind Maddie, my cock leading the way. It would have been so easy to plug it into her, but I resisted the temptation. Instead, I reached out and dragged my fingertips across her luscious ass flesh.
“Hey!” Eve complained. “Are you going to play with Eve or me?”
It sounded like she was asking me if I wanted to make a choice, and I think I would have picked Maddie.
I knew she was only complaining to give me a hard time, and she didn’t mean it. She’d been there when Dad had given me instructions on how to gently caress a landing zone before punishing it. Still, Maddie shuddered and a moan escaped her.
“Focus on Eve, slut,” I reminded her without pausing my exploration of her ass and cunt, no longer caring that I was calling her a slut out loud. She was one, after all.
I didn’t even realize that I had called her slut. It seemed so effortless, and she didn’t take offense, either.
Maddie had held my balls and had wrapped her hand around my cock, so I figured turnabout was fair play. Her cunt was no longer off limits to my fingers.
It was like my permission was what she’d been waiting for. The purple vibrator hummed to life, and Maddie dived into Eve at full speed. Eve’s hands came up to either side of Maddie’s head, not to guide her, but to make contact with the woman between her legs. Eve’s tongue flopped out and she began to lick the air, as Maddie looked behind me and fucked herself with the dildo while fucking Eve at the same time.
Their pussies were wet with each other’s juices, and Maddie looked back at me like she expected me to take a picture of her.
It was hot as fuck.
I took my time, watching Maddie fuck Eve and explore her pussy with the vibrator. Eve reacted positively but didn’t seem to really be into the slow action. She waited there.
“Play with your droopy tits, Eve. You can wiggle your hips and give my sister a little show. Keep that tongue out, you dog-bitch, I want to see your spit run down that hot leather mask you have to wear. You aren’t supposed to be entertained. You’re here to entertain us, you dumb bitch.”
Eve subtly yet rapidly nodded and complied, eager to play along.
My sister reached behind her and offered me her palm. I almost put my dick on it before I realized she was asking for a high five, so I slapped back.
“I hope you slap harder than you give high fives,” she said while remaining focused on exploring Eve’s pussy.
“You just keep playing Jacques Cousteau in the tuna fish sea and I’ll give you what you have coming,” I warned ominously.
I adjusted my stance so I was at a better angle, swung the tawse in the air, practicing the wrist motion a little, before I began to actually strike Maddie with it.
I could tell when Eve lifted her head that she was observing my technique. I wondered how I compared to my father. I doubted I could match his strength and technique.
“Promises, promises,” Maddie sighed like she was bored, resting her head on one elbow like she was going to fall asleep soon and holding the dildo with the other like she was beating eggs in a mixing bowl to bake a cake.
“Have you ever had a guy say he is going to give you a proper spanking and then he spends half the time rubbing and caressing your ass while he builds up the nerve?” Maddie asked Eve, but the question was meant for me.
Eve nodded yes but shrugged like it was expected.
“How about one more insult, and I shove this tawse handle end first up your ass, out your mouth, and into Eve’s wet cunt?” I asked spitefully.
“Can dish it out but can’t take it?” Maddie giggled with amusement.
The first flick was light, just a whisper of pink leather across her ass. It was a test shot. I had never done this before.
“Is there a breeze in here? I felt a little wind on muh butt,” she said.
I loved how she said “muh butt.”
“Demonstrations are important,” I said, channeling Dad’s instructor voice.
“Well, then demonstrate how to use that leather strap and give me what’s coming to me,” she teased and again wiggled her butt as if she really wanted to goad me into beating her hard.