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Family Enslaved

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: FFM, (B/S) Incest, Impregnation, Oral, Spank, Rom


Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.13 : Doubt


"Hey, what are you doing?" My brother whispered from the open door of
our parents' bedroom.

"Shhhh..." I put my finger to my lips and Katrina stifled a giggle as I
jerked my head.

Our father was sleeping, being not so young anymore and having cum
twice that night. I'd wanted to make it three times, but my mom had
worn him out the previous evening as well, so I'd contented myself
with licking his flaccid penis gently, stroking his smooth chest, and
putting the man to sleep. He'd tried to fight it actually, being so
very young at heart sometimes, but it was good for him to rest.

Katrina had been on the other side of our Daddy, curled up with a
pillow pressed between her thighs, but that hadn't kept the sperm from
leaking and the pillow would need a good washing. We didn't care; we
were happy and hopeful that after fucking Katrina twice, my father had
put a baby in her womb.

I followed Katrina after she got carefully off the bed, smiling and
blushing a little as she held her hand against her sex. She was
walking quickly, almost skipping across the room and past my brother,
heading towards the bathroom. It had been an hour or so, if she was
going to get pregnant it would have happened already, probably. If not
we'd try and try again.

Jim watched her, smiling himself and then turned his brown eyes on me
as I joined him in the hallway, closing the door softly behind us. He
was dressed, which surprised me until I realized how late it really
was, or early might have been a better word. It was after three in the
morning, but I didn't feel tired. I felt very relaxed right then, like
everything was right in my world, which it usually was.

"What's up?" I asked my brother. "Where's Cheryl and mom?"

"Cheryl's in my bed, mom's in yours." Jim shrugged.

"Soooo...What are you doing?" I grinned at him. "Seems like you ought to
be with Cheryl right about now."

"Or mom, right?" Jim chuckled and I nodded at that.

"Did you guys do it?"

"No, but um..." He swallowed hard. "...She wants to...Wanted to...Cheryl said
no."

"I don't understand." I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over
my bare breasts as I was totally naked and Jim had noticed, but he was
playing it cool.

"She had me sleeping on the floor." Jim licked his lips. "At the foot
of the bed, my bed, you know? She's pissed."

"Still?" I bit my lip.

"Yeah, I guess." My brother gave a little sigh. "Anyway, Cheryl said
the only sex I'm getting from now til New Years is, uh...That...You know..."

He was a little embarrassed because Cheryl had ridden his virgin ass
with a strap-on dildo in front of me, Katrina, our parents, everyone.
Slapping my brother's butt, calling him a slut and threatening to
dress him like a girl. It had been a pretty good scene actually and I
remembered that Jim hadn't found the experience completely without
pleasure. He'd enjoyed it, but clearly now that the scene was over he
wanted some normalcy with his wife.

That was reasonable, at least to me. Some people like to imagine that
BDSM is something that happens every waking minute, like the
submissive is always bound, or always being whipped, but the reality
is much different than that, much more subtle. Jim could be Cheryl's
sub twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, just as Katrina was
mine, and very few people would ever realize it if they were discrete.

Katrina and I were somewhat less than discrete in our relationship,
but we enjoyed a level of freedom not often afforded to couples, even
those who considered themselves 'out of the closet' as it were.
Katrina wore my collar and if someone should ask, Katrina wouldn't
hesitate to tell them what it was, what it meant. If that bothered the
other person, it was their problem, not ours.

Cheryl's problem was that she'd found out Jim had been cheating on
her, and she couldn't let it go. But perhaps it was too soon for that,
since it had been less than a day. I really had no understanding of
the emotions my sister-in-law would be feeling, as it hadn't ever
happened to me. Trying to imagine Katrina going behind my back to have
sex was unthinkable, beyond my imagination really, and I had to remind
myself that Cheryl may have felt exactly the same way about Jim. Like
he'd never fuck around, not in a million years.

But he had. And I wanted him to do it again.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Mmmm..." Katrina sighed happily. "I'm starving!"

She was beautiful like the proverbial girl next door, her face
scrubbed pink without any makeup, her hair pulled back into a blonde
ponytail. Katrina wore a loose white t-shirt and a pair of my old red
hipsters. She fit in my old clothes amazingly well, better than I did,
and she looked good just sitting there.

We were in a Denney's restaurant, Katrina, my brother and I, having
decided to get out of the house and have a real breakfast without
worrying about waking anyone up. Katrina and I had showered and I'd
found some old jeans and my old cheerleader v-neck sweater, black and
gold, the color of my high school. I felt like I was 17 again and it
was fun.

"You just have to give Cheryl some time." I decided, looking over the
menu. "She's going to forgive you."

"I spent the whole night apologizing." Jim frowned. We were sitting in
a corner booth, a large U-shaped one, spread out with Jim opposite me
and Katrina between us.

"You liked it too, didn't you?" Katrina smiled at him and my brother
couldn't help but smile back.

"Yeah, some of it." He agreed. "It's just weird."

"What?" Katrina tilted her head.

"That I like that stuff. I never thought about it before, I mean..." He
shrugged. "...Why do you like it?"

"Me?" Katrina laughed self-consciously. "I don't know. I like the
rules, the ummm...The clarity, maybe? You know like everything makes
sense when..."

"Don't let her fool you." I chuckled. "Katrina just likes being
spoiled."

"Mistress." Katrina blushed, but she knew it was true.

"Spoiled?" My brother gave me a funny look, like he didn't believe me.

"Yeah, like she's free. I decide what we're doing, how we'll do it. I
make sure she's safe. I make sure she's enjoying it and when I have
to, I make sure she's pushing her limits."

"Mistress does everything." Katrina wiggled her eyebrows playfully.
"All I have to do is moan a lot."

"Heh." My brother rocked a little as we sat in the booth, pursing his
lips. "How come I don't believe that?"

"Because she saved your butt earlier." I pointed out with a smile,
sharing a look with Katrina and she just shrugged.

"You mean the uh, thing?" My brother looked around, but it was quiet
in that diner. The few other customers were seated away from us.

"Yeah, the thing." I giggled. "You might have been walking a little
funny otherwise."

"What do you mean?" Jim laughed. "I was walking a little funny
anyway."

"Oh it wasn't that bad!" Katrina was giggling.

"Yeah." My brother widened his eyes. "It was that bad."

"Poor baby." I shook my head, teasing him.

"But I do like it." My brother said seriously. "I mean I love Cheryl
anyway, but really having her tell me what to do...Even the threats
and stuff...I don't know. It's so different than anything else."

"Did you tell Cheryl that?"

"I tried, but..." He shrugged. "She thinks I've been having sex with
every girl I know."

"You haven't had sex with me yet." I grinned at him.

Katrina giggled at me and my brother's eyes got big as he looked
around like someone might have overheard me.

"He hasn't had sex with me either, Mistress." Katrina pouted and I
gave the girl a look, but I knew she was thinking about just one
thing. Katrina wanted to be pregnant; if it meant seducing my brother,
she was willing to play it that way.

"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea." Jim looked between the two of
us. "I mean if Cheryl found out we..."

"She knows I'm your Mistress." I paused as the waitress walked over to
take our order finally. She was a slow one.

"Or have you changed your mind about that?" I continued a minute
later, after the waitress had taken our menus and left. "I don't have
to be, you know."

"You are, I mean, yeah....I want you to be my Mistress, but..." My brother
licked his lips.

"Did you cum last night?" Katrina asked Jim softly.

"No." He blinked at her.

"Is your cock hard right now?" Katrina had moved closer to him and for
a girl who'd never liked boys she was coming on to my brother pretty
strong.

"Heh." Jim was a bit surprised and a little self-conscious maybe,
although I wasn't sure why. We had enough privacy, enough for talking
anyway and he'd never been shy with girls in his life.

"Can I call you brother?" Katrina's left arm was moving and I realized
she was massaging my brother's cock through his pants.

"Katrina..." He was staring into her eyes now, oblivious to me or
anything else. "You can call me anything you want."

"I never had a brother." She was whispering.

And I found myself leaning close, feeling a little angry actually,
jealous of her little game, but I wasn't going to stop it. I chided
myself silently for feeling that way, Jim was my brother and I wasn't
losing Katrina, she was playing a scene, that's all. Perhaps she was
exploring something new, like having sex with my dad had awoken
something in the girl. Wouldn't that be interesting if Katrina
suddenly found herself attracted to men?

No, it wouldn't be interesting at all, I decided. I loved Katrina just
the way she was. That's what was bothering me, the way she was talking
to Jim, the way she was touching him, how could I not feel some small
bit of jealousy? Even if I knew better.

"I'll be your brother." Jim was nodding and he looked like he was
going to kiss her.

"That's enough now." I said, speaking carefully, working to keep my
voice gentle and light.

"Yes Mistress." Katrina slid away from Jim, giving him a smile.

"Ahhhh...Kay." Jim took a drink of his water and shifted in his seat,
using the movement to give him an excuse to rearrange his penis, which
was probably straining uncomfortably in his trousers.

"Closer, slave." I told Katrina. "Sit next to me now."

"Mistress." She bobbed her head and her eyes searched my face as she
knew me very well.

I put my arm around her possessively, pulling the smaller woman to my
body as we sat there. It was childish, but I couldn't help myself.

"Are you angry with me, Mistress?" Katrina asked, turning her lips to
my ear.

"A little." I admitted.

"I thought you wanted me to..." Katrina nodded slightly. "...I'm sorry,
Mistress."

"I'll punish you soon enough." I was looking at my brother who was
watching the two of us, naturally enough. "Both of you."

"Both of us...What?" Jim asked. He hadn't heard any other part of our
short conversation.

"After we eat, we'll go to my hotel room." I decided. "Katrina's been
a bad little slave and needs to be punished, you'll help me."

"Thank you, Mistress." Katrina breathed, taking my left hand in both
of hers and kissing it.

"You don't have to work, do you?" I ignored Katrina as she took my
middle finger between her soft lips.

"Uh, no...Mistress." It was Saturday morning and Jim shook his head.

"Good." I smiled at the waitress. She was holding our breakfast on a
large tray and trying her best to ignore the beautiful blonde girl
sucking my finger like a small thin cock.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I was feeling a little tired by the time we got to the hotel, Jim as
well, but Katrina was energetic and keeping us involved. She was used
to staying up all night, as was I really, coming back home to visit my
family had given me a bit of jetlag, actually. In Vegas we usually
slept from about ten in the morning until six at night, which is for
the best really. Summer in Vegas is hot.

"I'd like to keep my room a few more days, I think." I was talking to
the night clerk, an older man, and we waited while he made the
arrangements.

"You have a message, Miss." He noted and duly retrieved an envelope
for me.

"Oh." I smiled and opened it, finding a single sheet of hotel
stationary folded inside.

'Ma'am, I'm sorry I missed you.' The note said, 'If I can be of any
assistance at all, please feel free to call me. Anytime. Enjoy your
stay...Carolyn' and her phone numbers were written beneath her graceful
curving script, home and cellular.

"Is Carolyn working today?" I folded the note back up, slipping it
into my purse.

"No ma'am, she'll be in on Monday." The clerk smiled apologetically
and offered me the adjusted credit card receipt to sign.

"Okay, thank you." I nodded and I looked at my watch, knowing I'd
never call the woman at four thirty in the morning, but perhaps later...

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"A wake-up call for noon, please." I smiled at him. "Thanks."

"My pleasure, Miss."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"The entertainment industry must pay pretty good." My brother grinned
at me as we rode the elevator to the seventh floor.

"We do alright." I smiled back at him, holding Katrina's hand. "Mom
didn't tell you what we do in Vegas?"

"Mom? No..." Jim gave me a look. "Why?"

"Oh, I just figured everyone knew." I shrugged and Katrina giggled.

"We have a web site." Katrina told him. "A BDSM site, you know?"

"What...Like porn?" My brother looked shocked.

"Yeah." Katrina was enjoying this. "Pictures, movies...Webcam, all that
stuff."

The elevator doors opened and I gestured down the hall to our left,
letting go of Katrina and following her and Jim as they walked slowly.

"Seven Fourteen" I told them.

"And you're a model, I'd guess..." My brother looked over his shoulder
at me. "...Both of you?"

"Yeah." I agreed. "I do scenes as well, you know, for submissives who
are looking for it. Who are willing to pay for it."

"Pay for it. That's...Kinda like prostitution, isn't it?" Jim looked
like he wanted to smile, but was afraid that he was making me mad.

"Very much like prostitution." I laughed. "I'm a licensed escort."

"Licensed? Heh...Okay, so you're an escort too, Katrina?" We arrived at
the door and I handed the key card to my brother.

"Me?" Katrina laughed. "No, Mistress keeps me all to herself."

"So you don't..." Jim opened the door and flipped on the lights,
speaking as we walked inside. "...do it with anyone else?"

"No." Katrina said. "I don't want to."

"Oh." Jim looked a little sad actually and I couldn't help but laugh,
forgetting my earlier jealousy.

"My slave doesn't play with anyone...Except family." I moved close to
him, putting my arms around my brother's waist and pressing my breasts
against him so he'd have no doubts why we were there.

"Family..." Jim put his hands on my waist, looking into my eyes.

"I'm the only whore around here." I smiled at the look on his face and
then I was kissing him, forcing my tongue between my brother's lips
and pulling his hips close to mine.

Katrina had begun to undress as soon as the door was shut and locked
behind us. She knew what I expected of her, this was our personal time
now, our play time. I wanted her naked but for the collar around her
neck, kneeling with her eyes down, submissive and waiting upon my
desires.

"Take off your clothes now." I breathed, pulling my mouth from Jim's.
"I want your belt."

I walked towards Katrina, who wasn't very far from us, of course. It
was a generous hotel room, but not a suite by any means. It was
dominated by the single queen size bed, but there was room enough for
us to play near the large windows and sliding glass door leading to
the balcony outside.

Hotel rooms, nice ones, were not my usual choice of location for a
BDSM scene. They were usually too crowded with useless furniture,
oddly arranged and possessed very few truly useful items for bondage
or discipline. Sleazy little motels weren't bad though, as I felt
little compunction over rearranging the furniture as I desired,
breaking things if I needed to, and generally mistreating such places
like the selfish bitch I was. But it wouldn't do to smash apart a
bureau drawer simply because I wanted a long flat piece of wood for a
paddle. Or cut the curtain cords so I'd have some thin rope to tie my
slaves up with.

That was alright though, Jim's belt would work well enough. All I
wanted to do was get Katrina nice and hot for relief, work her into a
passionate fever, and then let Jim fuck her good while I held the girl
in my rms. It would be much like it had been with our dad, but not
quite so tender perhaps. Katrina was interested in cock now? I'd make
sure she got it, and I knew that was a bit of jealousy talking, but I
felt no anger. Just a desire to tease her.

I truly loved them both and I was going to have to change my thinking,
that's all. It was what I'd planned. Katrina was part of our family,
as I'd wanted for so long, and that meant sharing her. I'd known and
expected that, even hoped for it, I just hadn't been able to foresee
the incestuous future that lay in store for us. I could never have
predicted that Katrina would be fucking my dad and brother. I just had
to get used to it.

"Undress me now, slave." I told Katrina and she was moving happily.

This was almost a ritual, the girl undressing first and then helping
me. She removed my sweater first, moving slowly and I shook my long
black hair free of it. Katrina folded it and set it aside and then
turned her mouth to kiss my nipples sweetly, one at a time, before
getting on her knees to remove my shoes.

Jim was naked quickly and his cock was hard again, which brought a
smile to my face. I was honestly surprised that he hadn't jerked off
after Cheryl had finished with him. He'd been basically aroused since
before noon the day before, although he'd had the afternoon to relax,
some time this morning maybe, but still, that was a long while for a
man to go without getting off. I wouldn't have suspected Jim of having
that much self-control.

He watched as Katrina kissed my feet and then set my shoes aside. My
slave straightened and unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my long
legs so that I could step out of them. She removed my panties then,
which were really just an old pair of black bikini bottoms that I'd
left behind after my first year of college, and they had fit me okay.
Katrina just untied the strings and the flimsy material fell away from
my humid sex.

"Mistress..." Katrina sighed and kissed my venus mons, the soft swell
just above my pussy, and then lower, touching her lips to my clitoris
as it hid within my pink folds.

"Get down, on your hands and knees now." I stared down at Katrina for
a moment and then looked to my brother. "Whatever we do here will be
up to me, alright? I'll explain it to your wife and she'll understand.
Do you believe that? Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, I do." Jim agreed after a moment's hesitation.

He was going to be cheating on his wife, he knew that, but Cheryl
wasn't innocent of it. She knew Jim was my slave, just as she herself
was. The only question that would arise would be Katrina's
involvement, as I'd already gotten some sense that Cheryl resented my
slave, but perhaps that was unimportant after their little scene
together. It could very well be that Cheryl wouldn't be bothered in
the least that Katrina and I were going to fuck her husband as many
times as we could that morning.

But having Jim's baby...I hated secrets.

"Than get on your knees, kiss my feet and call me Mistress, Slave-
Brother." I took the belt from his hands, smiling as Jim did exactly
what I told him to.

"Yes, Mistress." He kissed the top of each of my feet slowly.

"I want your mouth on Katrina's ass, now...Crawl...Behind her, that's
right." I slapped at my brother's warm body with the end of his
leather belt, prodding him to take his place behind Katrina, on his
knees and spreading her lovely ass with his hands.

"Mmmm..." Katrina sighed, rolling her hips slightly as Jim's fingers
spread her firm round cheeks.

"I'm going to spank you, slaves, both of you." I doubled the belt in
my right hand. It was a dress belt, but a well worn one, and so it was
supple enough for my tastes.

"Yes Mistress, thank you." Katrina nodded, answering for both of them.

"You'll count for Slave-Brother, Katrina, twelve strokes." I told
them, wanting Jim to know exactly what to expect.

I planned on whipping him hard and if he knew how many licks he was
getting, the man would take them a little easier. It wasn't a
punishment, the spanking was for pleasure, his and mine and Katrina's,
a little treat to get the blood moving. Some pain to make the pleasure
all that much better for him. For Katrina the two were
indistinguishable and that was the place I wanted to show Jim,
someday.

SLAP!!

I brought the leather belt down hard on my brother's cheeks with a
satisfying slapping sound. He gasped loudly, but it was muffled as he
had his mouth pressed to Katrina's anus, and Jim's body jerked with
the pain of it.

"One Mistress." Katrina counted and I reached down to touch my
brother's skin, the long red stripe his belt had left behind.

"Tell me, slave, was that too soft for you?" I demanded.

"N-No Mistress." Jim lifted his wet mouth.

"Good." I chuckled. "I don't want to spoil you."

As soon as Jim's mouth was back where it belonged I gave him another,
equally hard and in the same place.

SLAP!!

"Mmmphhh..." My brother pressed forward, trying to escape the pain.

"Two Mistress." Katrina breathed and she was looking at me, smiling
over her shoulder.

SLAP!!

My slave brother groaned and his ass dropped a fraction.

"Three Mistress." Katrina licked her lips and she was getting as much
pleasure from knowing Jim was being whipped hard, as she was from his
tongue probing her tender asshole.

SLAP!!

"Four Mistress."

"Ugghhhmmph..." Jim lifted his mouth briefly, but caught himself and
buried his face once more between Katrina's creamy cheeks.

"Do a good job, Slave-brother...If you make Katrina cum, I'll stop
before we get to twelve..."

SLAP!!

"Five Mistress!" Katrina gasped and it seemed as if my words had meant
something to the man.

"...Otherwise, I might keep going until she does." I eyed my brother's
ass which was very red now, all over, with some nice welts rising from
his burning flesh.

SLAP!!

"Six Mistress!" Katrina was rocking back and forth, grinding her ass
against my brother's face and I'd heard his muffled yelp of pain.

SLAP!!

"Ohhh...Seven, Mistress..." Katrina was nodding and she finally dropped
her head, her long golden hair falling wildly around her.

SLAP!!

"Ahhhh...Mistress!" Jim lifted himself away, his eyes shut tightly and
he had some small tears running down his flushed cheeks

"Eight Mistress." Katrina moaned, pushing herself back as she sought
more of her new brother's tongue.

"Does it hurt too much?" I asked Jim, touching him lightly with my
fingers. Heat radiated from his ass and my fingers left small white
indentations behind.

"It...Hurts, Mistress." He nodded weakly at the sound of my voice.

"But does it hurt too much, slave?" I repeated for him.

"I think so...It...It hurts a lot."

"Would you take the last four?" I asked him gently. "Would you do that
for me, Slave-brother?"

"Mistress...I..." He licked his lips and opened his eyes, nodding slowly.
"Yes, I'll do it for you...Mistress."

"That's good enough then."

I moved my hand to his back. He was trembling and damp with sweat and
flushed from the experience. I gave him a few minutes to catch his
breath, Katrina was a little frustrated perhaps, but she'd survive. It
was good for her anyway, being teased like that, even if I hadn't
planned on it quite like that.

"Turn around, hands and knees...Katrina will make you feel good now." I
told Jim and I soon had my two slaves facing the opposite direction.

"This will be new for you, won't it slave?" I smiled at Katrina. "Have
you ever eaten a man's asshole before?"

"N-No Mistress." She blinked at me and I seriously doubted she ever
wanted to.

"Now's your chance to learn, Katrina. Your slave brother needs
something to take his mind off the pain, I think, so make him feel
good."

"Yes Mistress."

"And don't you play with his cock or balls, slave. If he cums I'll be
very disappointed." I told her seriously and I knew Katrina would feel
the same way. This was just foreplay to get her in the mood for Jim's
big cock.

"Slave-Brother, you'll do the counting for your new sister."

"Yes Mistress." Jim agreed and he looked much happier now that he knew
the beautiful woman behind him was going to be giving him a rim job.

"You won't mind taking your brother's last for strokes, will you
Katrina?"

"No Mistress, I'd love to take them." Katrina answered truthfully.

"So, sixteen then...Go ahead, get your tongue inside that sweaty ass,
slave." I chuckled, watching Katrina spread my brother's muscular ass
with her hands, trying to be gentle as Jim's butt was very tender just
then.

"Thank you, Mistress." Jim was looking at me.

"Don't thank me, slave." I laughed. "Thank Katrina."

"Thank you, sister." Jim said softly and then he sighed as Katrina's
small mouth and tongue found his anus.

SLAP!!

I brought the belt down hard across Katrina's perfect ass, harder than
I'd done my brother, and she made only a soft muffled gasp in
response. It had been a week perhaps since I'd spanked her ass good
and so this was going to be nice for her. The switch I'd used on her
the night before had been a real tease and now I'd have to leave some
real welts behind to make sure Katrina was happy.

"One Mistress." My brother counted softly, looking down at the carpet
in front of him.

SLAP!!

"Two Mistress."

"Is she making you feel better, slave?" I asked Jim. "Tell me the
truth, if she isn't doing it right I'll punish her for it."

"It's...Good, Mistress...Very good..." Jim smiled over his shoulder, nodding
his head.

SLAP!!

"She's a lesbian you know, a real one." I chuckled.

"Three Mistress."

SLAP!!

"But now Katrina is learning how to fuck boys, isn't that right?"

"Four Mistress."

"Yessss Mistress." Katrina hissed and her face was red and wet and her
dark blue eyes had a shine to them.

SLAP!!!

I whipped her hard then, very hard, just so I could see it in her face
and Katrina jerked, flinching with her lips tightly shut, taking a
deep breath through her nose. It might have seemed almost defiant, but
it wasn't. Katrina just wanted to show me that the belt wasn't going
to push her to the limits in this scene.

"Five Mistress." Jim's voice quailed slightly as he'd heard that last
slap a little different than the others.

SLAP!!!

I whipped her hard again and this time Katrina opened her mouth,
giving me a gasp and then a little nod of her head. That was how she
wanted it, all the rest of them, just like that.

"Six Mistress!" Jim stared at me, past Katrina who was also looking
up.

"Thank you, Mistress." Katrina said in her soft, well controlled
voice. But she was hot now too, her skin flushed and her body had a
faint quiver to it.

SLAP!!!

"Seven, Mistress...Don't you think..." Jim started and I shook my head.

"Go back to what you were doing, slave." I was staring at Katrina.

"Yes, Mistress." She swallowed hard, planting her mouth back on my
brother's sweaty anus, so that I could hear the wet sounds coming from
Katrina's lips.

SLAP!!!

"Eight...Ugh...Mistress...May I cum?" My brother was shivering with pleasure
and whatever concerns he had for Katrina's whipped ass were lost
beneath the girl's talented tongue.

"Don't you cum, Slave-Brother...Not yet." I breathed, feeling my own
excitement rising with the hot welts on Katrina's flesh.

SLAP!!!

"Nine Mistress! I don't think I can..."

"Fuck her now, then..." I grabbed Katrina by the hair, pulling her
roughly away from my brother's ass and pushing her face to the carpet.
"Put your cock inside her...Hurry up!"

"Yessss..." Jim had no thoughts except having his orgasm, the one he'd
been waiting for all day and he scrambled to get behind Katrina,
holding his cock, squeezing it even, and pushing the swollen head
against her moist pink sex.

"Ohhhh...Mistress!" Katrina jerked and groaned, tilting her face too
look up at me as I knelt beside her, my hand still on her neck.

My brother slammed his cock inside her quickly and Katrina gave a
sharp cry of pain. His cock was large, a few inches longer and much
thicker than my dad's penis, and he buried himself as deep as possible
into Katrina's tight cunt. He gave a loud grunt and arched his back,
cumming just that quick, one stroke and Jim was shooting his potent
sperm into Katrina's womb.

"Oh fuck...Fuck she's good...She's tight...I'm cumming..." My brother was
telling us in between gasps, as if we couldn't tell.

For her part, it wasn't nearly as good for Katrina as making love with
our father had been. She had her eyes closed and a look of pain on her
beautiful face. She knew it was going to happen, wanted it even, but
having my brother's cock rudely pressed right up to her cervix was
something she hadn't expected.

I felt a little bad about that, but there was little I could do about
it. The man had been on the edge all day and he was going to cum. This
was the way we'd decided to do it, all natural, without any clinics or
test tubes or collection cups.

"It'll be worth it." My face was close to hers and I kissed Katrina's
flushed cheek.

"I know, Mistress." She breathed.

Behind her Jim was starting to fuck Katrina now. He'd cum finally, and
I was sure he'd filled her womb with a large load, but he was still
hard, and now he was going to really fuck the most beautiful girl he'd
ever met. I didn't stop him. I just lay down on the floor next to her,
kissing my slave and stroking her skin and telling her once we knew
she was pregnant, she'd never have to fuck another man again.


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