Chapter 7

Barry went to the kitchen to put the beer away. Cody went upstairs and came back down a few minutes later. He had changed into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He was carrying a couple of DVDs. We followed him into the family room. While he turned the television on and got one of the DVDs ready I was ordered to strip.

When I was naked Cody informed me that some of the kids from school were going to be stopping by to play soon. I was to keep them entertained until it was time for me to go home.

I wasn't happy about it. But I wasn't surprised. Harris undressed quickly. He pulled me down to the carpet but Cody stopped him. He got a blanket out of a closet and threw it at me. I was ordered to spread it out and in less time than it takes to tell it he was fucking me from behind while I sucked Tim's cock.

The doorbell started ringing before they finished and kids started arriving. By the time Harris and Tim were done with me there were a dozen boys there. By the time Barry and Gary had fucked me there were nearly twice that.

Lisa had come too. If there had been any question I could tell by her face that she didn't want to be here. I heard Cody order her to undress and start serving everyone. She was kept busy for a while, delivering beers to the underage boys and getting groped freely. She was obviously very unhappy about the change in her status from Sunday. She was no longer the cameraman and minor participant. She had been promoted to full victim status. She didn't like it. But the boys got a big kick out of it.

I guess everyone had arrived. Cody started the DVD. Everyone got to watch the degrading things I had been forced to do, and have done to me, on Saturday while they waited for it to be their turn to rape me.

Apparently Cody had told Lisa that she was going to function as a naked waitress. She wasn't happy about it. But at least she thought she wouldn't be forced to have sex with all of these boys from our class.

Unfortunately, as she should have realized by now, Cody was not a man of his word. He decided that there were too many cocks and not enough cunts and it just didn't make sense not to put her to work. They forced her down on her knees beside me. At first they had to hold her down but she gave up after Cody borrowed Barry's leather belt and whipped her ass for a few minutes. After that she knelt beside me, docile, crying quietly, while together we were raped by four boys at a time.

It wasn't so bad at first. But as time wore on and the boys had gulped down a couple of beers they started getting rougher, and nastier. When Toby complained about how messy our pussies were we were forced to clean each other.

Cody ordered Lisa to lie down on her back. She had heard enough of the conversation that she knew what he had in mind. She tried to run from the room but Tim and Barry grabbed her and held her while Cody whipped her tits with the belt a couple of times. Two was all that it took.

She quickly began pleading with him to stop beating her. She promised to do anything if he would stop whipping her tits. Cody ordered his sycophants to let her go. She wrapped her arms around her bruised tits and stretched out on the nasty blanket on her back. She was crying loudly. The boys all seemed to find it amusing.

As soon as she was in position I was ordered to get into a sixty-nine with her. We were forced to eat each other's nasty pussies clean. Lisa kept gagging violently. But she managed to clean me up enough to satisfy them.

I guess I was getting used to it. It was disgusting beyond words. But I didn't gag. I suppose I had swallowed so much cum in the last few days that it didn't matter anymore. That isn't really true. It mattered. It mattered a lot. But I was getting used to it.

They started to order us back up on our hands and knees but Toby still wasn't satisfied. We were forced to lick each other's thighs clean first. Then we were put back into service as cum dumps.

It started again. I wasn't paying any attention to who was doing what to whom. It was best to just turn your mind off and wait for it to end. So I had no idea how many boys and which boys had been raping me. It was just a long parade of hard cocks. I was thankful that no one was fucking my ass. There was at least that to be grateful for.

Except for the steady line of boys fucking us it wasn't as bad this afternoon. Nobody tortured me. They got a little rough, especially the way they squeezed and pulled on our tits. But there were no clothes pins. I wasn't made to suck my rapists clean. I always had a cock in my mouth already when someone finished fucking me. But before very long the cocks being forced in my mouth had already been in either my pussy or Lisa's and they were slimy and nasty.

The next time someone complained about how nasty Lisa and I were, Harris suggested to Cody that he demonstrate the "self cleaning cunt" to the boys.

I wasn't really paying attention to what was happening around me. I found it easier that way. But for some reason when Harris made his suggestion I knew what he meant and I groaned. One of the guys had just come in my mouth and pulled out. I looked up at Cody and whined, "Please Cody. I don't do gymnastics anymore. That hurts. I'm not that limber now."

I should have known I was wasting my breath. For this he got the camera out. When he had it ready he ordered Lisa to pay close attention. Then he ordered me to clean up my pussy.

I sat down and did some stretches first. Then I turned over on my back and started to bring my legs up over my head. I tried to tune out the lewd comments of the boys who were crowded around watching in amazement as I stretched and bounced my legs until my pussy was inches from my face once more.

I strained to close the gap but I seemed to be unable to get the last inch. The mess was making me sick and the smell was making it hard to breath. I heard Cody say, "Hand me the belt."

I guess that was the incentive I needed. I managed to get my elbows over the back of my legs and a loud cheer went up as my lips closed down over my red, swollen, cum drenched pussy.

I quickly licked up the mess. But when I thought that I was clean enough to satisfy them and I started to relax from this painful position, Cody snapped, "Keep eating cunt. I want to see you get yourself off."

I gasped, "I can't Cody! It hurts too much!"

He sounded so reasonable when he said, "How do you know, Carin? You've never tried! If you would rather, I'm sure we can find something else you can do with your mouth."

I started licking and sucking on my clit. I was too afraid not to. But I was in far too much pain to enjoy it. They let me keep it up for a few more minutes but they could see that it wasn't going to happen. Cody finally let me straighten out.

He ordered Lisa to try it. I saw the look on her face. I think that everyone knew she couldn't do it. I hated to return Cody's attention to me, but I had to say something.

I nervously said, "Cody, it's dangerous. She could hurt her back, really bad. I could only do it because of the years of gymnastics. If she tries it she could end up in the emergency room."

He looked mad at me for stating the obvious. But he relented. He ordered me to clean her up instead. I started to get into position to obey his disgusting order when Harris said, "I have a better idea. The bitch might not be able to bend over double. But she can still clean her own cunt. Give her a spoon!"

Lisa moaned in dismay, but Cody loved the idea. He went inside and after making sure the camera was running he handed the spoon to Lisa and ordered her to scrape all of the cum from her pussy and her thighs. When she had gathered all that she could from around her crotch he ordered her to squat and catch anything that drained out of her.

Lisa and I both thought it was thoroughly disgusting. But the boys all seemed to find it extremely entertaining.

She squatted down and managed to scrape up a little bit more as it oozed out of her. But there wasn't much and it didn't hold their interest for long.

By the time they got tired of watching her do that it was getting late. Half of the boys had already left, reluctantly. Lisa and I were ordered to clean up the family room. The boys sat around and watched us picking up beer bottles and straightening up in the nude. We folded up the blanket. Cody ordered Lisa to take it home and wash it. It was really gross.

I suggested that he light a few candles before his father got home from work. Just before we were allowed to leave he made me give him my brother's email address. Then he gave Lisa and me more instructions. First, I was to find some way to convince my brother to let me suck his cock or fuck me, but preferably both, in front of my bedroom window at nine tonight.

I almost threw up right then and there. I even opened my mouth to beg him to be reasonable. But I saw the look in his eye and I knew I'd get nowhere. He grinned when he saw my surrender. But even though he knew I was going to obey him he said, "If you would rather, we could arrange to come by with Barry's dog and you can have sex with him instead."

There were a few excited comments from the boys that still remained. Several of the perverts thought that would be fun to watch. I kept my mouth shut and prayed he wouldn't think so. It bothered me that he kept bringing it up though.

Cody told Lisa and me that since I had spent the day without panties and it had gone pretty well, we were no longer allowed to wear them at all. He said that he wanted us to wear sexier bras from now on. He wanted to see a hint of nipple. If he didn't, he would see what happened if we didn't wear a bra to school.

I tried to tell him about the reactions from the teachers today. He didn't give a damn. He wasn't the one that was getting in trouble.

He finally let us leave. As we were getting dressed to leave the house I heard him taking orders for copies of the DVDs that had been playing today. He told them about the one he made Sunday, including the one of me eating Lisa's pussy and they all seemed to want that one too.

Lisa and I walked together to the end of my street. We didn't say anything for a long time. Just before I was about to turn down my street she said, "I'm sorry about Sunday, Carin. I really didn't know."

She sounded so depressed, so sad, that I felt sorry for her. I was in a worse mess. I was the one he was fucking with the most. But as contrary as it sounds, feeling sorry for her made me feel a little better about my own mess. I guess it was true what they say. Misery loves company. I had been nearly suicidal on Saturday. For some reason, knowing that I was sharing my fate with Lisa, at least to some extent, made it easier to take.

We separated and she took off down the street with that smelly blanket. I walked home.

The closer I got to the house the more I found myself thinking the unthinkable. As horrible as everything that had happened to me was, I could not conceive of having sex with my brother. We were not close. In fact, we pretty much just tolerated each other. The only thing we had in common was our last name. We used to fight a lot. Now we just left each other alone. How in the hell was I going to convince him to have sex with me? How was I going to be able to do it without getting sick? And how many people would be outside my house watching me do it?!

I stopped in the kitchen to get a glass of juice. I wanted to get the taste of cum out of my mouth and settle my stomach. I went upstairs and undressed. I could hear Andy in his room, playing one of his damned video games. His life seemed to revolve around those things.

I took a long hot shower. I brushed my teeth until all traces of male slime were gone from my mouth. Then I went to my room and sat at my computer in my robe and checked my email.

Cody had apparently given my email address out to everyone. I was getting all kinds of nasty emails from my classmates. Most of them were from the guys, but some were from the girls. In one day I had become universally despised. But even though they despised me, the boys still wanted to fuck me. My email was full of all the nasty things they planned on doing to me. Knowing Cody as I had come to I was sure that they would all get the chance.

There was a knock at my door and I hurriedly closed my email program. I told Andy to come in. The door opened and he had the strangest look on his face. As soon as I saw him I remembered what had happened today when I left the school parking lot. He must have been hearing from some of his classmates.

He was about to ask me about it. I could see it in his eyes. I could also see when he realized it was true. He could tell from the guilty look on my face.

We stood there in silence for a few minutes. He had been expecting to come in here and hear me deny what his friends had told him on the phone. Now he didn't know what to say. I didn't either.

I waited for him to say what was on his mind. But while I was waiting I thought about what I had to do with him tonight and I still didn't think that I could do it without getting sick.

I had already had sex with about two dozen boys today. And it was horrible. Every disgusting sex act was more horrible than the last. But this! How could I undress in front of my dorky little brother and let him stick his dick in me?!

He finally spoke. "What got into you today? Or should I ask who got into you today? I got half a dozen phone calls about you when I got home. They were saying something about you riding around with four boys in Cody's car. You were just about naked and letting them do anything they wanted to you. Is that where you were for the last couple of hours? Screwing the four kids you left school with?

I almost smiled. I thought, "I wish it had just been four boys."

While I was trying to decide how to answer him he asked, "Would you like to see the cell phone pictures they have been sending me?"

Oh Christ! I didn't even think about that!

I still didn't know what to say. I stuttered, "Andy ... I ... I..."

There was no way to explain. He asked, in a very nasty voice, "Have you always been a slut or is this something new?"

I still didn't answer and he asked, "Did you fuck all four of them?"

He was mad at me! He was mad and getting madder when I couldn't deny the things that his friends were saying about me. But how could I explain without telling him about mom and dad?

On the other hand, why should that be my problem? I could tell him everything. That would clear up all of the little mysteries that had been plaguing him since Friday. It might even get me a little sympathy.

I finally spoke. I said, "Come in and sit down, Andy. We need to talk."

He came in and sat on the side of my bed and waited for me to explain. I could tell by his expression that he didn't think I could explain my behavior this afternoon.

I was trying to figure out what I was going to say and how I was going to say it when I saw the way his eyes kept dropping to my legs. I looked down and saw that my robe had fallen away from my thighs. All that he could see was my thighs. He couldn't see anything that he could not have seen if I was wearing a pair of shorts or a short skirt. He looked like he was waiting to see if my robe was going to part any farther.

I almost yelled at him. But that would be silly. My pussy was, after all, the subject that he had come in here to discuss. And he was a teenage boy. From what I had heard, I gather that the only two things that they think about are cars and pussy.

I tried to ignore his glances at my legs. After all, I was going to have to try to talk him into having sex with me tonight. I started to realize that even though he and I didn't like each other very much, I wasn't going to have much trouble talking him into having sex with me.

I said, "Remember how concerned you were this weekend? Remember how worried you were about mom?"

He nodded. He didn't understand the connection yet and he was a little impatient with me for avoiding the subject he had come in here to discuss.

I took a deep breath and asked, "Can you keep a secret? It's a big one. It's a bad one. You don't want to hear it. But it's all related. I'll tell you, but you have to give me your solemn word that you won't say anything to anyone. Not even mom and dad."

He looked skeptical and he asked, "What do mom and dad have to do with you sitting naked in a car with four boys?"

I answered, "I'll explain, once I have your word."

He shrugged and said, "Okay, I promise."

I shook my head and said, "Don't shrug and give me an offhand response like that. This is serious shit. When I said solemn I meant it. I'm talking people going to jail and foster homes serious."

That got his attention. He still kept glancing at my legs, but he sounded worried when he said, "Okay! You have my word."

I was getting irritated with the way he kept trying to look under my robe. This was serious shit and he couldn't get his mind off his sister's pussy! I finally said, "Would you stop trying to see my pussy! This is serious!"

He blushed and got all defensive. He said, "I can't help it. You may be a pain in the ass. But you are sexy. And I have just spent two hours looking at fuzzy pictures of you almost naked with a boy's hands all over your ass! I can't just forget that!"

I reached down and grabbed my robe. I am almost positive that I intended to pull it together and try to cover my legs. Somehow that isn't what happened. I gripped the sides and jerked it open violently. I snapped, "Is that what you want to see?! Christ! Can you pay attention now?!"

It was almost worth it just to see the look on his face. I almost didn't care that another boy was seeing my pussy. Even if it was Andy! I pulled my robe back together and covered my thighs. It took a minute for his eyes to look back up. He continued to stare at my pussy as if he could see it through my robe. But finally he swallowed loudly and looked up.

I shook my head in disgust. Boys! I asked, "Can you pay attention now?"

He gave me a cockeyed grin and said, "I don't know. I'll try."

His expression changed when I told him what mom and dad had done. He didn't want to believe it. But their conduct over the last three days was enough to convince him that I was telling the truth.

Then I told him about the evidence that Cody had presented me with, and what I had been forced to do as a result. It would be hard to describe his reaction to that part of the story. I noticed that for most of the time, as I told him about the sexual blackmail, he had a hard on. I glossed over the details and just described what I had been forced to do in generalities. I made it clear that everything I had done, I had done against my will. I told him that until Saturday morning I had been a virgin. I told him about the shows I was being forced to put on every night in my bedroom window. And finally, I told him what I had been ordered to do tonight.

He looked at me as if I was joking. He sounded confused when he asked, "What if I don't go along? He isn't blackmailing me."

Sometimes he is so fucking stupid!

I said, "Andy, we are in the same fucking boat! If you don't go along with what he wants he will make life even more miserable for me. And if you keep fighting him he can just have our parents arrested. Think about it!"

He was quiet for a few moments and then he said, "So you are going to let me have sex with you tonight? And there will probably be a bunch of people outside watching and taking pictures?"

I shrugged helplessly. It isn't like I had a choice.