PLEASE?

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

“Billy, will you tie me up? Please?” the seven-year-old asked her brother from his doorway. Rachel was always a precocious child, but lately she was getting weird.

Billy was eighteen months her senior, but light-years behind her in maturity. The dark haired girl was looking straight at him, with her large puppy-dog eyes he couldn’t ever resist. Her bottom lip pouted just enough to make him hers. To make him do what she wanted.

Experience had taught him to just give her what she wanted, or she would pout, scream, cry, and then go tell their mother. He put threw the GI Joe down and followed her grinning face out his door to her room. If she wanted to be tied up, well then so be it, he thought to himself. It was time he put his cub scout’s badges to good use.

It wasn’t that he hated his sister, he loved her dearly. She just had the nastiest habit of wanted everything done her way and at the most inopportune times.

They walked in the room, and she had the place decked out in pink hearts all over the place. Then it hit him. It was Valentine’s Day. Outside of Christmas and her birthday, which she believed should be a national holiday, Valentine’s Day was her favorite holiday of the year. This, however, was not going to deter him from what he had in mind for her interrupting his fun.

“Strip!” he told her when she turned around.

“Why?” Now she was the hesitant one.

“You want me to tie you up? Then you get it done naked. Now, strip, or leave me alone.” He had his arms crossed over his chest as he ordered her. He was bluffing her.

She balked for a minute, then began to take off her blouse. Billy was surprised by her relenting to him. It was the first time that had happened. He watched in fascination as she slipped off each piece separately and placed them on the floor. A stirring in his loins made him adjust his pants to hide his uncomfortable erection better.

Finished, she stood before him, with her hands over her bald snatch. She was the one uncomfortable, now.

Recovering, Billy moved her desk’s chair out into the open. He curled his finger, telling her to come to him. She was about to sit down in the chair, but he stopped her. Without saying a word, he turned her around and sat her down facing the back of it and straddling the seat. Her chin was on the top of the chair’s backing. Billy pulled her arms behind her back and forced her wrists upward to her neck. A jump rope was tied to her right wrist, over her shoulder, around the back of the chair, and back up to her right wrist to be tied off. Another rope tied her elbows as close together as possible.

He tied her ankles to the back legs of the chair. Her legs were long enough for him to pull her butt off the end of the seat and tie off her knees to the back legs also. She began whining about the pain her arms were in, so he grabbed a clean sock from her drawer and stuffed it in her mouth.

Carefully, he leaned the chair back to lean against her bed frame, sticking her exposed butt and hairless twat to his viewing pleasure. This was the opportunity he couldn’t pass up. He grabbed one of her sneakers and began swatting her bottom with it. She squealed into the mattress as each one hit her butt and hurt. Billy was making the most of this.

When her butt was rosy enough, Billy dropped the shoe and noticed something. The hole where her penis should have been was dripping wet. He wondered if she had peed herself, but it didn’t smell like pee. He dipped his finger in it and it was slimy.

Billy decided to run his finger along her narrow slit, causing her to shudder. Misreading her reaction, he decided to torment her more and do it again. His finger passed over her clit several times, until she gave an enormous shudder and bellowed into the mattress. He didn’t stop with just that one time, nor did he just allow his finger to just slide along the outside. After the fourth pass of his finger, it dipped inside her moist pussy. She orgasmed immediately. He continued his assault on her virgin sex till he was totally satisfied she had been tormented enough. She had to endure several more orgasms from Billy’s small finger before that time was reached.

Putting two and two together, he realized what should really go inside that small space of hers and lowered his shorts down to his ankles. She reared her head up as her brother traversed the distance of her slit with his prepubescent erection. By the feel of it, she came to the realization what was about to happen to her next. She could do nothing to stop it. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. Grabbing her by her slim waist, Billy rammed his hard dick inside his baby sister’s twat, shredding her virginity. Thankfully, her gag was in place as she squealed the loudest from her torn maidenhood.

The feeling was pure rapture to young Billy. Having only his hand before to get this feeling, this was a whole new experience to him. His friend’s brother told him once to pump his hips into a girl, and he knew why now. He copied his example and his dick drove the length of her young canal and back. Three thrusts later, his orgasm wracked his skinny frame and felt infinitely better than when he uses his hand for this.

He collapsed onto his sister’s back for a respite before pulling her sock-gag out of her mouth.

“I love you, Rachel,” he whispered into her ear, and he meant it.

“I love you too, Billy. Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said and they both snickered at her small joke. He was about to check on the damage he had inflicted upon her, when a loud angry voice filled the space of the small room.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE????!!!!”

Both kids turned towards the door and yelled simultaneously, “MOM??!!”