Day 26: Sunday

Today, the weather has cleared up. It is sunny and already quite warm, even early in the morning. I know this because my sister is apparently eager to get started, and has thus kick-started my day with a blowjob that quickly turns into a sloppy deepthroat.

I catch myself before I can cum, because I want to save my stamina for later. But while I’m in Anna’s throat, I might just as well use this position for something else. Anna is a bit startled when I take her hair in a strong grip that holds her head steady in place with my dick pointing the way to her stomach.

Pissing with a hard-on is never easy, and it is twice as hard when said hard-on is pressed down a narrow throat. But eventually I manage to produce a slow but steady trickle. My sister jerks back when she realises what is happening, or rather she tries to jerk back, but my harsh grip prevents any movement on her part. So she is powerless to do anything but gulp down my fresh morning urine. And because my bladder is rather full, and the trickle coming out is rather small, this takes a while. Thankfully, looks really cannot kill, because my sister is giving my quite the evil eye.

When I’m done, before I let her go, I remind her that it is not in her best interest to, er, piss off the guy who is going to torture her for the entire day. So she had better think carefully about what she wants to say to me.

With that little warning I release her. Apparently it works, because she does not say anything. She even keeps quiet when I tell her that she is not allowed to use the bathroom, but because of the warm weather she is to drink lots of fluids.

After this little interlude, we grab some breakfast to go and leave the house for ‘our’ clearing.

The Patch

Last week, when we found our way to this clearing, I noticed something on the way. I didn’t act on it, just made a note of it. But today, I intend to use my find to the fullest. With that in mind, I ask Anna to stop and undress even before we reach the clearing. I put her clothes and shoes in my backpack, and she has to hobble along naked and barefoot. She does not have to hobble for long, because soon I stop her again. This time, I simply point to a place and tell her to lie down.

My little sister looks at me fearfully, and hesitates to obey. I simply point again and raise my eyebrows. With small steps she hesitantly moves towards the spot, then carefully, very carefully, lies down. Right smack in the middle of a patch of stinging nettles.

The patch is not very large, so when she lies down, only her torso is actually lying in the nettles. Her head is safely beyond the stinging greenery, as are her hips and legs. I tell her to keep her arms out of the nettles, too, so for now it’s only her chest and stomach that get stung.

But then I tell her to roll onto her back, so that her side and her backside get some treatment as well. Then she is to roll back to her front, and then to her other side and onto her back again. And finally one last time back onto her front, so that her small tits take the brunt of the nettle burns. When she is all nice and red, with little white pustules raised on her skin, she is allowed to get up. Apparently her entire upper body burns and itches, but she is not allowed to scratch or even touch herself.

I grab a bunch of nettles for later (I’m wearing gloves, of course), and we are on our way again. We’re almost there, so Anna gets to walk the rest of the way in the nude.

Once we’ve reached the clearing and I’ve made sure that we are indeed alone, I direct her to a nice patch of grass to lie down, on her back, arms and legs spread wide. Then I produce a small dildo and slowly fuck it in and out of her cunt. My sister is already wet from the nettle patch, the little masochist. Well, I suppose that’s good news, because fucking her with a smallish dildo is not exactly what I had in mind. Remember the bunch of nettles I brought?

At first, I try to kinda wrap them around the dildo, but they fall off right away. Instead, I bunch up several leaves right on the entrance to her pussy (much to her ‘delight’), then I use the dildo to push them inside. This works like a charm!

At first she wants to protest, but I remind her that we are outside, and that anybody could be right around the next tree. So she better keep quiet!

She gives me a look, which I ignore. Honestly, who can interpret these looks girls give you? The closest I can figure is that they are slightly constipated, but instead they usually end up being pissed.

Instead of worrying about it, I now alternate between rubbing more nettle leaves into Anna’s nipples and her clit, and pushing more nettles inside of her vaginal tunnel. Ominous looks aside, it takes her a surprisingly small amount of time to reach her climax. And then not much more time to cum again.

Two, orgasms! If that doesn’t offset her dark look, I don’t know what does. Seriously, I don’t know. Let’s hope for the best.

But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone, and I have to push the apple-cart. The apple-cart, here, is my sister. And by ‘push’, I mean have her raise her hips - supported by her arms - until her well-fucked opening is well above her face, then tell her to start peeing.

She almost refuses. With her position, pelvis arched upward, she is going to piss all over her body, including her face. I just stand there, arms crossed, and watch her.

Finally, after almost a minute, she starts pissing. I small dribble at first, then a strong jet that leaves her soaked. She looks me in the eye the entire time, only flinching a little when some pee gets into her eyes.

The Tree

Watching her piss herself at my command was very erotic, but I don’t want her smelling like an abattoir all day. So I wash her down with some bottled water, getting rid of the worst of her urine.

The next item from my bag is a single tail. Anna looks at it with what clearly is a mixture of fear and desire. I’m betting the desire will win out in the end. But first we have to prepare her. I select a nice tree that has branches in several useful places. I tie her arms at the wrists, throw the rope over a branch and pull it down until her arms are above her head. I keep pulling until she is standing on tip-toe, then I tie the rope off on the tree trunk. Next, I tie another rope to her left ankle, then pull that rope over the branch as well. She is now almost in a split, with one leg up and in the air, the other supporting her weight on her toes.

Her body is already very red from the nettles, but I plan to add some nice welts to it. I will also use this as an opportunity to better myself. In particular, I want to increase my precision with the single tail whip.

So what I do for the next half hour is this: I call out a place (like ‘left armpit’, or ‘right upper thigh’), and then I try to hit this place exactly. Of course, in my head I have a much more specific location than just ‘right upper thigh’. So even if I manage to hit the general area that I indicated, I often don’t count it, because it was just about right, not precisely right. And what do I do when I miss my target? Well, I try again, of course! Until I got it. Then I call out another target.

The downside is that Anna has to endure a lot of lashes and there is almost no part of her below the neck that remains unmarked. The upside is that at the end of the half-hour, my aim has improved considerably. I can now hit mostly whatever and wherever I want to. So now it’s time to put my new skills to the test!

For that, I re-tie my little sister. I give her a short break, but then it’s back to the tree. This time, I tie her wrists differently, because now I’m going to really suspend her, not just have her on her toes. So I make sure that not all her weight pulls on her joints, and that she can use her hands to support herself. And then I hoist her up!

Or rather, I try to. My little sis is heavier than she looks, and the rough bark on the tree limb that I use to heave her up does not exactly allow for easy passage of the rope. So I really have to put my back into it to lift her off the ground. And then I have to keep her off the ground while I tie the rope to the trunk again. I’m sweating and wheezing like I’ve run a marathon when I’m finished. And my sister is smirking at my discomfort. Well, we’ll see about ‘discomfort’ in a minute. Let me just catch my breath...