Chapter 6

CAUTION – The rest of this story includes bondage, BDSM, and pee/scat. If those bother you, please read something else.

“Your turn first, Senora Sanchez. I’ll watch the little one until you’ve had enough.”

“And Kim, remember, I’ll make the big decision on the honeymoon, so make her happy.”

“Yes, master.”

They were gone over an hour. Mirabelle STUNK of pussy and excitement when she got back. I loved the aroma!

“For the next three minutes, I’m not your teacher, I’m just some random girl giving you advice. If you want to make your sister crazy, tickle her asshole but don’t put anything in it. She’s a major butt slut, like me.” She chuckled.

“Taste this, then kiss me.” She stuck two fingers in my mouth, and the taste matched Kim’s scent exactly! I kissed Mirabelle and tasted more of it.

“I love it! And I love you! I love you so much!”

“I love you too. Go put a baby in her, then make her beg for a buttfuck.”

“Si, Senora Sanchez!” She chuckled, as I sprinted to the other room.

Kim was laying on the bed nude, about to light a cigarette. I told her, “Wait. I want my cock in you while you smoke.” I locked the door and stripped. I sat on the bed, saying; “Sit on your brother’s cock, and smoke for him, sister.”

She said, “That’s so wrong, and disgusting! My brother’s so perverted and nasty! But your sister’s cunt loves you, you dirty hornball!” She sat facing me, impaled on my shaft.

“I love you too, you filthy, twisted slut!” She rode me a long time, until we switched to doggy, then missionary. The pain of her fingernails digging into my back made my third climax happen as fast as the first. We shared three cigarettes and had three nearly simultaneous orgasms, calling each other “Sister” and “Brother”.

We told each other how much we wanted, hated, and loved each other. After lots of terribly wrong but great sex, we laid next to each other, kissing and smoking. We discussed our plans for the wedding, honeymoon, and our lives together. I rested a hand on her ass and slowly moved it toward her anus. I lightly rested a finger at the edge of her asshole, as we talked about what furniture we should buy for the house. I lightly tickled her dirthole, and she tried hard not to say anything.

I slowly circled her anal orifice with a fingertip, as I talked about getting the car repainted. She grimaced. “Unnnn ... that tickles!”

“So, what color chairs should we get for the dining room?” I rubbed the inner edge, almost entering her ass, very lightly.

“UNG! Ah! I like that. Harder.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to do anything naughty to my sister.” I moved my finger faster, as lightly as I could while still touching her.

“PLEASE?”

“Please what?”

“UNG! UNG! PLEASE! PLEASE FUCK MY ASS!”

“Are you sure? Only dirty sluts like having things in their butts.”

“AAAAHH! YES! PLEASE? I’m a filthy slut, and I WANT YOU IN MY ASS! NOW! PLEASE?”

“Get me wet first.” I held my cock to her lips and she eagerly sucked it. “Roll over and slide to the edge of the bed.” I pulled her legs a little, to line her up. I squatted down, and slowly pushed my iron-hard rod in.

“GAH! AAAH! Yeah! I love getting my butt stuffed!”

I started sliding in and out as I said, “Put some of your dirty whore fingers in that pussy too! I want to watch you frig yourself, while I rape your slut butt!”

“Yes, brother, rape your nasty sister’s ass!”

“You untrustworthy skank! I’ve wanted to do this since you grabbed those pictures away and I had to take care of Vicki! I LOVE HATE-FUCKING YOUR ASS!”

“I’ve wanted to do this since you blabbed about my period! I HATE YOU TOO! FUCK MY ASS, YOU DIRTY BITCH OF A HORNBALL!”

“I’m still pissed about you leaving me in the garage naked! TAKE IT, YOU FILTHY CUNT!”

At almost the same instant, she started a squirting orgasm and I blasted a big wad into her rectum.

“AAAGGGHHHH! AAAAIIIIEEE!” UNGH! UNGH! AAARRRRRR! YYYUUUUHHHH! EEEE!”

A few minutes later, when we could talk again, she joked; “The maid is really going to hate us in the morning! I’ve never heard of pissing and squirting at the same time, but I just did. Look down!”

The bed was covered with nearly every bodily fluid I could think of, pussy juice, semen, shit, piss, and even a little blood.

I agreed. “EEEEWWWW! We’re disgusting!”

She smiled with a gleam in her eyes, as she said; “You are the grossest, dirtiest, nastiest pervert I can imagine! I love you!” She blew smoke in my mouth as she kissed me.

I exhaled it as I said, “And you are the sleaziest, sluttiest, snail-trail of a whore I’ve ever heard of! I love you too!” We Frenched and shared the cigarette until it was gone.

I said, “We should have a safe word, in case we get too rough. How about ‘kite’?”

She squeezed my shaft very hard, licked my nose, then said; “Safe words are for whimps. Do whatever you want to me.” She laid on her belly, with her arms and legs spread wide.

I had a spark of inspiration and took a deep breath, then blew into her abused anus. She let out a tremendous fart, millimeters from my face. Most of it was air, but I felt the rest splatter on me.

The two of us laughed until we couldn’t breathe. “Such a dumb hornball! A STUPID, dirty hornball!”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

We laughed again, for much less time, since our sides already ached.

She said, “Time for a shower, then let’s mess up the other bed.”

I stroked my dick with no response. “Sorry, he needs a break. I guess it’s my future wife’s turn. Get her as dirty as you can.”

I pulled my pants on and carried the rest of my clothes to the other room.

As I walked in, Mirabelle freaked out. “MY GAWD! Did somebody beat you up and throw you in a sewer? Are you ok?”

“I just need a shower. Kim had some fun.”

“No, really! Look at your back in the mirror!”

There were three perfect sets of four fingernail scratches on each side of my back, running from my spine to the sides of my chest. Nearly half of them were bleeding slightly. My shoulder blades, upper arms, and shoulders were bruised.

“You look like you got raped by a bear!”

“I feel like it too! It was AWESOME!”

“You’re crazy! I’m going to marry a crazy person!”

“And I’m going to marry the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen! And give her the nastiest one as a gift!”

I worried a little, wondering if Mirabelle could handle my energetic and rambunctious sister. I hoped Kim wouldn’t hurt her if she got too excited.

I leaned to kiss her, but she pushed a finger into my chest. “WASH! You’re not touching me again until you shower!”

She walked to the other room and I washed up as the baby slept. I got a short nap, until it was diaper change time. As I was putting baby Becky back in the crib, Mirabelle walked in. Or I thought it was probably Mirabelle.

She had way too much makeup in all the wrong spots, and her hair was matted down with something stinky. She had at least a dozen feathers stuck to her.

I asked, “Were you mugged by a circus? Did they hold you down, while a whole zoo pissed on you?”

She laughed. “Almost! We had a pillow fight, then a makeup fight. Then we took golden showers. Give me a kiss!”

I couldn’t take the smell or the mangled clown makeup. I held her back, saying; “SHOWER! You need a shower as bad as I did!”

She peeled off her clothes. “Ok, if you give me a golden shower first?”

She kneeled on the shower floor. I asked, “Are you sure?”

“She gave me two, one more won’t hurt.”

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I tried to wash off as much of the makeup as possible, until I ran out of urine. She spit out most of it, but swallowed a little. “Your piss tastes exactly the same! I love both of you so much!” She reached to hug me.

I backed away, reminding her; “WASH!”

As I walked in the other room, I saw two empty pillowcases and feathers everywhere, but I didn’t see Kim.

“Kim?”

I heard a muffled “umf umf”.

“Kim? Where are you?”

A bit louder, I heard another “umf umf” from the bathroom.

Kim was laying on her back on the shower floor, with her wrists and ankles tied with nylon stockings. A pair of panties had been stuffed in her mouth, and her wrists and ankles were tied together with the remains of a bra. Her face looked like the Joker, plus a lot of eye shadow on her nose and chin. She smelled terrible, and I saw why. Her hair was matted with dried piss, and there was a big TURD between her breasts!

I chuckled. “This! And I was worried if you’d be too much for Mirabelle. I thought you might hurt her by accident.”

“umf UMF!”

“Since you didn’t want a safe word, and said I could do anything to you...”

“Urff!”

“I don’t have any vitamins to help your hair grow, but how about some fertilizer?”

I stripped, then held the edge of the shower for balance, as I squatted over her.

“UMF! UMF! UMF! EEEMMFF!”

I aimed carefully and crapped out half a dozen little loaves, right onto her face.

“Instead of SHAM-poo, have some of the real stuff.”

“UMF! EEEMMFF! UMF! EEEMMFF!”

I smeared my shit into her hair and put two poo handprints on her belly. “Perfect! I’ve never seen anybody nastier!” I washed my hands, got several pictures, and sent one to Mirabelle’s phone.

“Don’t be mad. I know you’d do something like that to me if you could, and you probably will later. You need to know, I’ll never injure you, or put you in any real danger. You’re my sister, and I love you. Even when I hate you. Really.” I untied her and helped her stand.

“Thanks. I love you too, but I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH RIGHT NOW!” She rubbed her filthy hair in my face, then on my chest!

She hugged me and screamed from inches away; “I HATE YOU SO MUCH, YOU DISGUSTING MOTHERFUCKER!” She frenched with me, and it felt like she was trying to rip my tongue out with hers. She smeared the shit off her face, and onto mine.

She turned on the water and stroked my cock, as the artificial rain slowly removed part of the nasty crust from our bodies. I played with her nipples and squeezed her breasts, kissing her fiercely.

She humped my leg with her pussy, in time with the stroking of my cock. Before much longer, I sprayed cum onto her leg. By the time it stopped pumping out of me, she had an orgasm thrusting her crotch against my thigh like a dog in heat.

I held her chin in my hand, looking into her eyes, as I said. “I really do love you. You can trust me, and I know I can trust you.”

She kissed me again. “I know.” She started to cry. She wiped some tears away, as she shoved a bar of soap against my chest. “Wash me.” She poured shampoo on my head. We slowly washed and caressed each other, covering every bit of skin multiple times. I slid a soapy finger into her pussy, then her ass. She rubbed shampoo on my cock and washed my anal ring with her finger too.

After drying with the last clean towel, we laid on the far bed. It was mostly clean, other than the feathers. I lit a cigarette as she said, “You can trust me too, you know. I take out my anger and frustration sometimes, but I’d never hurt you. I love you, even when I hate you.”

We cuddled, kissed, and smoked.

I said, “I know you want revenge, and that’s totally fair, but some other day. Let’s just be kind and loving the rest of the night, ok?” She nodded.

We raided the minibar, and I didn’t notice her slip something into my third drink. I fell asleep, holding my nude sister lovingly in my arms.

I woke to an actual pain in my ass! There was something sticking out of my butthole! It poked and scratched my scrotum too!

My wrists and ankles were tied to the corners of the bed!

I had something foul-tasting in my mouth, probably a sock.

I smelled something repulsive. When I looked downward, I saw words written on my chest in shit. Upside-down, I deciphered; “PEE IN MY NOSE”

My pubic hair had been shaved into the letters “D H B”. I knew what it stood for. “Dirty hornball”, of course.

I tried to yell for help. “hmf! hmf!” Nothing.

I let out a few more muffled screams. Nothing happened for a few minutes.

Kim walked out of the bathroom, looking nice. Her makeup was perfect, but her hair was a little untidy.

“HMF! HMF! EEEEEMMMFFF!”

“Oh, thanks for reminding me, Kevin. I need to brush my hair.”

She yanked the hair brush out of my ass!

I screeched as I felt my anal ring and scrotum in agony. “REEE!”

“I think I’ll wash the brush first.”

As she opened the door to leave, she said; “Don’t worry, room service will bring you breakfast in an hour. I’ll leave the door open for them.”

“HMF! HMF! EEEEEMMMFFF! EEEEEMMMFFF!”

“I love you too, little brother.” She blew me a kiss and closed the door most of the way.

SHIT! SHIT! WHAT THE HELL! I could barely move! There was nothing I could do! Half an eternity later, at least fifteen or twenty breaths, the door swung open. I was about to have the worst humiliation of all time!

Mirabelle carried in a plate and set it on the desk, before she even looked toward the bed. She started to walk out the door!

“EEEEEMMMFFF! EEEEEMMMFFF!”

She laughed and closed it. “I was just playing. I wouldn’t leave you like that. I love you!”

She looked at my chest. “I brought you some breakfast, but if you really want me to?”

I shook my head vigorously.

She took off her shoes and panties and squatted over my face. As I saw the first drops of yellow leave her, I shut my eyes.

“HMF! EEEEEMMMFFF!”

Some of her urine actually did go in my nose, and it felt like I was drowning.

By the time she finished, I was in the middle of a panic attack. WAS SHE REALLY GOING TO DROWN ME IN PISS? AAARRRRGGGHHH!!!

I coughed hard enough for the sock to pop out of my mouth.

“ACH! Help! AAAHHH!” I coughed and sneezed, until I could breathe normally.

Mirabelle kissed my forehead, saying; “It’s ok. It’s alright, baby. A few spoonfuls of pee aren’t going to hurt you.” She laughed.

“But your son nearly drowned!”

“You’re totally fine. I love you more than anything but Enrique. I’d never hurt you! Your dirty sister had to do a LOT, to get me to do that.”