Chapter 13: Peep Show

Miku’s heart wouldn’t stop racing. She couldn’t believe what she had witnessed happen again, and this time it had been so ... violent. She had heard her sister beg to be fucked again and had willingly given himself to the man. It had changed so suddenly and her sister was screaming in pain and begging him to stop.

Miku’s fingers had been under her shorts, her fingers furiously worked at her pussy was she watched through the knot in the fence. She had a much better view this time as it hadn’t been as dark and they had been so obvious and loud. When her sister hard started screaming, seemingly in pain Miku felt revolted with herself for the feeling of arousal and jealousy that swept through her. She had wanted to stop, to be disgusted watching the man hurt her sister, but she had lost control to something dark inside her.

Her fingers had increased their assault and her hips had started bucking on their own. The sound of her heart beating rapidly in her ears, the wind through the trees and her own gasps sounded loud enough that surely they must be able to hear her from the house. She panted as she listened to her sister’s wails die into murmurs as Mr. Tucker had ceased his rough thrusting and lay on top of Kira. The feeling that overcame her had changed what she knew about her body.

Muscles trembled, then refused to respond to her commands. She was frozen, unable to breath for what felt like an hour, but was only fractions of second. Her small body tensed. Then she felt hot liquid shoot out and coat her fingertips as the once rigid muscles turned to jelly. Dark spots floated in her eyes and the world blurred as she sunk to the ground no longer in command of her legs. She was vaguely aware of her toes curling and her breath coming in gasps as she writhed on the dirt and pine needles outside the tall wooden fence.

The feelings were intoxicating. As she lay on the ground, vaguely aware of forest debris digging into her flesh she tried to rationalize her feelings ... She had snuck into Kira’s room and found all the worst websites on the list Mr. Tucker had put on a list for her sister to visit. The worse the girl was treated in the film or pictures, the better the feeling when she pushed herself to climax. The guilt was equally as strong, and the more she vowed she wouldn’t look again, the more she needed to.

The websites never gave her a feeling like this though. Being able to watch and hear it happen in real life, that was beyond anything she could replicate. She bit her hand to stifle moans as her spine tingled with aftershocks that pulsed small waves of pleasure down her body. What was wrong with her? No girl should crave being treated like an object, and no sister should get turned on watching her sibling be violently fucked.

When she could bring herself back up to her knees, she peered through the small knot in the fence again to see her sister kneeling in front of Mr. Turner. His phone was out and he was taking pictures as he pulled Kira’s head down on his penis. She could make out his voice as he pushed and pulled her head back and forth.

Kira limply allowed him to use her mouth like an object and Miku heard her quiet replies to him as he asked her question. The questions were occasionally followed by a soft retching sound from her sister as the man pushed his big thing into her mouth too deep. It went on for several minutes and Miku started imagining herself in the situation and her fingers once again slipped down, into her shorts and started playing with her sore pussy.

The man seemed satisfied after a while and she watched her sister slump down. He stood over her, casually browsing his phone and then reached down to pull her up. They disappeared into the house leaving Miku peering through the fence at an empty porch. Miku stood up to leave now that the action was over, but then an idea struck her.

Looking around nervously she reached down, gripping the waistline of her shorts and pulled them slowly down to her ankles, stepping delicately out of them. Her tank top and sweatshirt came off together next and they dropped next to her shorts. She shivered, small brown nipples hardening in the night air as she stood completely exposed in the night air. The soft breeze played over the delicate hair on her skin.

She felt alive! The thrill of being exposed ran through her like a current of electricity that shook her body. She could feel every centimeter of her skin as the wind caressed the fine hair, raising goosebumps. She imagined hundreds of fingers lightly stroking every part of her body at once and she felt the need ... She didn’t know what she needed it, but the need pulsed in her mind regardless.

She leaned her back against the fence, feeling the rough grains against her back, still warm from the sun that was now only a faint hint of light steeling its way through the trees. Her breath slowed from it’s frantic pace and her hand slowed with it. Her free hand reached up and gently traced it’s way around her small nipple. She closed her eyes and imagined Mr. Tucker standing there, his big thing at attention as he forced her to masturbate for him. Maybe two or three of his friends stood by, waiting until he gave them permission to ravish her like the girls in the videos.

She moaned and he small body pressed back against the fence. She was free, anyone could come stumbling across her in the woods and see her standing there. The only thing on her body was her sandals and she stood lewd, body open for the taking, eyes closed pleasuring herself. She imagined being caught, wanted to be caught by anybody who wandered by. Most of all she imagined being desired by men who normally didn’t look at her, especially with her sister nearby.