ALLISON
By V.P. Viddler
Allison was sucking her brother's cock and crying.
It was a beautiful sight. Particularly so as I knew how much Allison was hating
it.
That was exciting.
Watching her doing it was exciting too. Allison was good at it. Damn good. And I
should know--I had trained her. I had enjoyed that training, too, although
Allison had not. But she had learned, all right. And now that training was
paying off for young Billy. Because Allison knew she had damned well better do
her best. Even though she was hating each moment, hating it with a terrible
passion, hating me and hating Billy and hating what I was making her do to him.
And I ws making her do it slowly, lovingly, protractedly, drawing out Allison's
submission, degradation, humiliation. Trampling Allison's will and her spirit
into the dust. Showing her what she was.
My slave.
My plaything.
My thing.
And Allison was slowly sucking, her head slowly moving up and down, up and down,
Allison's mouth taking all of Billy's cock into it, into her throat, sliding it
out, Allison's lips caressing, kissing, sliding around Billy's stiffness,
Allison's well-taught tongue licking, slowly, laving, stroking, slithering, up
and down, back and forth, building Billy's passion, slowly, so slowly, and
Allison all the time crying, just sucking and crying, sobbing softly, soft
little sobs, whimpers, gasps coming from that working mouth and throat as
Allison prostrated her body and her soul and went on sucking her brother's cock,
as I watched.
Billy, it must be said, didn't mind this at all. Most of Billy's young life had
been spent hating, fearing and lusting for his big sister. Who was always
bullying, patronizing, contemptuous and snobbish. But not now. And this history,
this now violated relationship, was what was making Billy's pleasure such a
triumphant joy, and Allison's subjugation such an agonizing, almost
insupportable horror and humiliation.
And in addition to all that, Allison had to know, as Billy was indubitably
hoping, that this was only a start. Just the beginning of what could be a very
long night. For Allison, crouching over Billy's crotch--with Billy lying naked
on his bed--was still fully dressed. I was making her suck Billy's cock with all
her clothing on. In a way this was adding to Allison's shame, but in another way
it left still to come that time when I would ask her to show Billy, to show to
her kid brother, that young, round, luscious, lust- inspiring body. Ask--I say
ask, though my asking Allison anything had the force of a command--my softly
crying girl to stand before that very brother and strip for him, strip slowly,
taking off her clothing bit by bit, exposing it all to him, baring those high
round breasts, those long luscious smooth legs, and all the rest of it, all of
that scrumptious young body.
And as for what Allison would do with Billy after that--with him and to him and
for him. It would be lots of fun for Billy. Lots of fun for me. No fun at all
for Allison.
Or I thought I might make Allison strip while she was still sucking Billy.
Taking all her clothes off as she still held his cock in her mouth, wriggling
and squirming while trying with difficulty to rid that body of blouse and skirt
and stockings and bra and panties, still sucking, still crying with agony and
humiliation, stripping that body naked. I could envision Allison, at my command,
lying flat out on top of Billy's willing body, lying with all of her pressed
against him, into him, writhing, at my command, writhing, grinding against him,
as she told him all the things I was going to make her do for him, sobbing into
his ear as she gasped out in detail all those lascivious joys Billy was about to
undergo at his sister's forcibly submissive hands. And body.
But now Billy was coming and Allison was moaning and swallowing, moaning and
taking Billy's spunk into that gulping throat, Billy shooting and howling,
Allison moaning and swallowing and choking and swallowing and gasping and
swallowing.
It drove me wild and I had Allison suck me too, and Billy, watching, got hard
again. So I had Allison strip for him. Crying as she did.
And I said, "Allison, tell Billy to hurt you."
Allison didn't want to do that.
"Allison," I said.
"Hurt me, Billy," Allison said.
"Again," I said.
"Hurt me, Billy," Allison said, crying.
Billy hurt her.
Allison screamed.
Billy hurt her again.
Allison dropped to her knees.
"Again," I said.
Allison said, "Hurt me, Billy," and Billy did, and Allison writhed on the floor.
Billy fell on top of her.
I said, "Put your legs around him, Allison."
Billy did it to his sister, hard and brutally, as Allison clamped her luscious
thighs and curving calves around him and twisted that body against him and
screamed and yelled and howled and shouted and shrieked and cried and squalled
in agony and pain and horror and humiliation and shame and degradation and
debasement and I put my cock in her ass and fucked that young gorgeous bucking
crying body....
