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Subject: {ASSM} "Her Hand" (Inc, fetish)
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Disclaimer

The following bit of smut comes from my own perverted mind. It ain't 
yours so don't steal it and go and make big bucks from it!

If you're too young to be reading this, don't!

If you're old enough but immature, don't!

Otherwise...enjoy!




HER HAND   by Herb Koenig

Part I - His Story
Scene 1

It is morning, a bright sunny day, blue skies, white fluffy clouds 
sailing by blocked only by the sheer curtains of the bedroom window. The 
camera pans down to see his face,  lying there on the white pillow. He 
has a calm, serene, look on his face as he contemplates the clouds.

VOICE OVER...

Waiting. It seems all of my life has been spent waiting. Not just the 
everyday, routine waiting, but the important waiting. The special 
waiting. The waiting that consumes me entirely. She knows. Anticipation. 
She knows how the anticipation gets to me. How it makes my throat turn 
dry from the waiting, the wanting. the longing. She does it on purpose. 
The bitch!  My beautiful bitch.

The camera pans down over the rest of his body and we see he is tied to 
the bedpost, arms outstretched. As the camera moves down we see he is 
completely naked. The voice over continues as the camera focuses in on 
his erect cock.

She has left me here like this.  A little peck on the cheek, a little 
squeeze of her hand... there. She knows how I wait for her hand... 
there. The bitch. My sweet, adorable bitch of a sister. For as long as I 
can remember she always had the sweet, innocent look of an angel.  And 
she played the part to the hilt. Everyone who met her would comment on 
how sweet she was. So caring, so generous. In church, if she wasn't 
singing in the choir she was on her knees, praying. The whole 
congregation was in awe of her angelic looks and matching behavior. The 
bitch. I knew of the evil that consumed her. For as long as I can 
remember, she took great delight in being ³naughty² as she liked to say. 
Her naughtiness was our secret. She would give a naughty twist to all of 
our childhood games.

As I look back, I realize that even as little children she had me in her 
power.

When we were very young mom used to have us bathe together. When mom 
left the bathroom, Debbie would play with me, with my weinie as she 
called it. Even then, she liked to make it get hard. We thought nothing 
of it at the time. 

 Mom would give us chores but Debbie always managed to have me do hers 
before I did mine. I did it out of love for her, maybe the fact she was 
my older sister, but probably because of her hand. She would rub me 
through my pants and sweetly cajole me into doing what she wanted.

 We would rough house and she would grab me there and hold me til I said 
uncle. As I got older, it took me longer to say uncle and she would just 
hold me and grin.  I  knew it was kinda naughty but in an innocent way.
   
My very first realization of her real nastiness was when I was nine and 
she was eleven. We were walking in the fields in back of the house.

FLASHBACK...

Debbie-- I have to pee.

Charles--   Go back to the house.

Debbie-- But it's so far to go just to pee.   

Reaching under her dress, she pulled her cotton panties down and 
squatted. As she squatted there, she looked at me with a devilish grin.

Debbie-- Watch me, Charlie!

And I did. I was transfixed by the sight of this angelic looking 
creature, peeing there in front of me. When she finished, she stood and 
pulled her panties up. Walking up to me, she reached out and fondled me.

Debbie-- Don't you have to pee, Charlie? 

Charles--No, I can wait. 

Debbie-- Do it now, Charlie. C'mon, I let you watch me. Here, I'll, help 
you.  

She undid the buttons of my pants, reached in and pulled my penis out.

Debbie-- There, now, let me watch you pee while I hold it.

I couldn't at first, I was so embarrassed, but finally I let go a stream 
of pee. Still holding me, she took great delight in shooting it all 
around.

Charles--   We, we shouldn't do this, I stammered. 

Debbie-- Why not?

Charles--   Cuz, it's not nice.

Debbie-- Why not? Everyone has to pee.

Charles--   But not in front of other people.

Debbie-- Why not? I didn't hurt you when I peed, did I?

Charles--   No. It's not that, It's just not nice.

Debbie-- But you liked watching me, didn't you? I could tell by the way 
you were watching me. 

Charles--   Well, yeah, but it's still not nice.

Debbie-- But it's fun. You know you liked watching me and I liked 
watching you pee. And, you're done peeing but I haven't noticed you 
putting your penis away. You like my hand there, don't you Charlie. My 
warm hand on your peepee thing as you used to call it.

Charles--Yeah. Yeah it feels good. But it's naughty.

Debbie-- It's real naughty. Boys and girls shouldn't do things like 
this. But it's even naughtier when brothers and sisters do it. But I 
like being naughty, Charlie. And, I think you do too, even if you don't 
want to admit it.

Charles--No, that's not true. I'm not naughty!

Debbie--That's true. You're not. You've always been a good little boy.

Charles--And you, you've always been good. Everyone says you're so sweet 
and innocent.

Debbie-- But they don't know me. But you do, Charlie. You know how 
naughty I am.
 
Charles--Well I don't want to be.! We'll get caught and punished! Don't 
make me do naughty things!

Debbie-- I won't force you Charlie. You'll do it because you want to 
please me, so I'll touch you there. You like my touching you there. 
Making you hard.

Nothing more happened for a couple of weeks except for some sly, 
conspiratorial glances she gave me. Then, back to the scene of the crime 
as they say. We were walking in the fields when she reached over and 
began fondling me.

Debbie--Need to pee, Charlie?

Charles--No.

Debbie--What a shame, I do.

Again she pulled her panties down, squatted. 

Debbie--Watch me, Charlie. Watch me pee.

I watched as her golden stream poured forth, unable to tear my eyes away 
from the obscenity of it all.

Debbie--Isn't it nasty, Charlie? Isn't it nasty watching your sister pee?

Charles--Yeah, you shouldn't do that.

Debbie-- You shouldn't watch. You could have turned away you know. 
Nobody forced you to watch.

Standing, she reached down to pull her panties up but before pulling 
them all the way up, she reached down and dragged her fingers across her 
crotch. Leaning forward, she brushed her fingers across my lips.

Debbie--Here, Charlie, you watched me now you can taste me.

Charles--Ugh, don't! That's awful!

Debbie--(Fondling him) C'mon Charlie, you know you want me to hold you 
in my hand while you pee. And, if you want , I'll taste you. Remember 
how in school we learned how the Indians would cut their fingers and 
share their blood to make them blood brothers?

Charles--Yeah.

Debbie-- Well, we'll share our pee and be piss brother and sister. It'll 
be our secret bond!. We'll be special to each other. OK?

Charles--I, I  dunno.

Debbie- C'mon. Here, let me take it out for you.

She unbuttoned me,  took my penis out and held it in her hand, gently 
stroking it until I peed. As I finished, she ran her fingers through 
the" stream of pee and put them in her mouth and sucked on them.

Debbie--Ummm yummy!  I got a lot more than you did, though. Next time, 
I'll let you have more of mine.

Charles--I'm not going to do this anymore!

Debbie-- Sure you are, Charlie. You're g#oing to do it because you like 
my hand on you. And you'll do whatever naughty things I want as long as 
I put my hand on you.
   
   She was right. The sweet little bitch was right. At night I'd lay in 
my bed remembering the touch of her hand on me. And I'd get an 
erection.I don't know if it was the touch of her hand or the fact that 
it was so naughty that gave me the greatest pleasure. I'd touch myself 
but it wasn't the same as her hand.

   It wasn't long after we tasted each other that the game became more 
intense. We were out in the fields again.

Debbie--Charlie, remember I promised you a better taste of me?

Charles--Yeah. Yeah, I remember.

Debbie--Well, I really have to pee, Charlie. Wanna taste my pee?

Charles--I... I dunno. It's a kind of a disgusting thing to do.

Debbie--Yeah, I know. It's really nasty. (Reaching down, she lifts her 
dress.) Look Charlie. (She is naked under her dress.)

Charles--Debbie! Crimenitaly! Dad would blister you if he caught you 
with no underpants!

Debbie--But he's not going to catch me. Nobody is cuz they all think I'm 
such a goody-goody sweet little thing. They'd never even think I'd do 
such a thing. But you know, don't you Charlie? You know how bad I can 
be. Come here, let me show you how bad I really can be. 

I stumbled toward her, hypnotized by the sight of her standing before 
me, naked from the waist down. She took my penis out of my pants and 
fondled me.

Debbie--You like that, don't you? You like having your sister play with 
you like this? Give me your hand Charlie.

Reaching out, she took my hand and placed it between her legs.

Debbie--There, you're touching my private parts while I'm touching 
yours. Now, keep your hand there.

Squatting slightly, she released a stream of urine over my hand.

Debbie--There, now, lick your fingers, let me see you taste my pee.

Numbly I raised my fingers to my mouth and tentatively licked them. 
Then, with no encouragement from her, I  stuck them in my mouth and 
hungrily sucked them.

Debbie--My, you do like your sisters pee, don't you? Well, there's more 
where that came from. Oh Charlie, you're so easy. Just like Daddy, meek 
and docile.

Charles--Whadda ya mean, like Daddy?

Debbie-- Haven't you ever noticed how Mom orders him around? He never 
argues, just accepts whatever she wants to do. 

Charles--Yeah, so?

Debbie-- So...she makes him do whatever she wants, just like I do with 
you.

Charles--But she doesn't make him do nasty things like taste her pee, 
for God's sake.

Debbie-- How do you know what she makes him do? Have you ever noticed 
how Dad is always bringing guys over from where he works to have dinner?

Charles--Yeah.

Debbie-- And after dinner, they'll all sit around and have drinks. And 
then Mom will put on music and dance with the guys while Dad just sits 
there and watches.

Charles--So? Maybe Dad doesn't like to dance.

Debbie-- Daddy loves to dance. But what he loves even more is watching 
Mom dance with other guys. And the closer they dance, the more excited 
he gets.

Charles--How do you know?

Debbie-- Cuz, I've watched them after they've sent us off to bed. After 
we leave, Mom turns the lights down and gets really intimate with the 
guys. She lets them run their hands all over her body and she fondles 
them like I fondle you. One night I even watched as she did a striptease 
for them then had them undress.

Charles--And Dad didn't stop her?

Debbie-- Nope. All he did was sit there, unbutton his pants and play 
with himself.

Charles--Jeez! Then what happened1?

Debbie-- Are you sure you want to know?

Charles--Jeez, yeah!

Debbie-- Mom got on her knees and sucked their weinies.

Charles--You're just making this up!

Debbie-- No, I'm not! It's true! Next time they have company, I'll come 
and get you and you can see for yourself.

It was all true, of course. We watched Mom make Dad sit and watch her 
play with his friends. Teasing him all the time about how big they were, 
how manly, how they knew how to take care of a woman. And I remember him 
meekly sitting there, with an excited look on his face that was somehow 
tinged with sadness.

Looking back, I realize I was looking at myself. I was Dad, Debbie was 
Mom, and while our perversions weren't as overtly sexual, they were 
perverted. And they did continue.

Scene 2

About a year later she took a new path of perversion. It happened one 
night when the folks went out. Debbie decided it would be a good time to 
clean out her closet and sort some of her old clothing for the Salvation 
Army.

Debbie-- (Yelling from her bedroom.)  Charlie, come help me box some of 
this stuff.

Charles--(Entering the bedroom.) Whatcha need, Sis?

Debbie-- (She is kneeling on the floor, surrounded by clothing.) Help me 
sort through some of this stuff.

Charles--Like how? 

Debbie-- Oh, you know. Sort my school uniforms from formals, sports 
type, casual, underthings. The school uniforms I should probably take to 
St. Bridgetts. Make more brownie points. Remind them of what a 
wonderfully sweet, giving person I am. 

Charles--Bitch!

Debbie-- But your bitch, Charlie. All yours. And you're my little toy.

Charles--I'm not your toy!

Debbie-- Of course you are, little brother. And, you enjoy being my toy. 
Like a big dress up doll for me to play with.  You're like my little 
puppet. I just pull the string and you dance to my tune. And we know 
what string I like to pull, don't we?

Charles--Bitch! 

Debbie-- I know. We've already agreed on that. Now, come over here and 
let me pull on your string. I want to make you dance.

I stood there, with fear and resignation on my face.

Debbie--Come here, Charlie! I want to play! 

Resignedly, I stumbled to her and stood before her.

Debbie--That's a good boy. Now, let's see what we have in here.

She opened my pants and :pulled my penis out.

Debbie-- Why Charlie, I do believe you're sprouting some pubic hairs. It 
won't be long before you'll be able to use this for something besides 
peeing. Oh my, think of the fun we'll have then.

Charles--My God, Sis, we can't! I mean, you don't really think that...

Debbie-- Why not? Oh, when I think of all the nasty things I can teach 
you, all the nasty things we can do, Oh God, I'm excited just thinking 
about it. I think we should start now.

Charles--Start what now?

Debbie--Your education, silly. I have to teach you how to please a 
woman. 

Charles--Like how?

Debbie-- Hmmm. Oh, I know. To learn how to please a woman you should 
really know what it's like to be a woman. Take your clothes off.

Charles--You gotta be kidding!

Debbie-- You know I'm not kidding. Now do it! Here, I'll help. (She 
proceeds to strip him.)  There, that's better. I'm sure glad you're 
smaller than me.

Charles--Why?

Debbie-- Cuz, silly, my clothes will fit you better.

Charles--Your clothes!

Debbie-- (Digging through her pile of clothes finds a pair of red silk 
panties.)  Here, put these on.

 Meekly, I put on her panties.

Debbie-- Oh, you're so cute! Now, let's see. Oh yes.

Finding a pair of nylons she helped me put them on then a pair of high 
heeled shoes.

Debbie-- You need something on top. Here.

Finding a red bra she stuffed the cups and put it on me.

Debbie--Hmmm, not bad, not bad at all. Come here. 

Leading me by my penis, she sat me in front of her mirror and proceeded 
to make me up with garish red lipstick and heavy eye makeup.

Debbie-- Oh, Charlie, you're adorable. If only your hair were longer we 
could pass as sisters.

Charles--Sis, I don't know about this.

Debbie--Don't be silly. Just pretend it's Halloween. It's just make 
believe. I don't want you to get anymore haircuts though. Let's see, 
Halloween is nine months away. As fast as your hair grows it should be 
long enough to perm.

Charles--Perm! C'mon now! 

Debbie-- Trust me. We'll practice between now and then and I bet I can 
pass you off as a girl. Like ³My Fair Lady.² 

Charles--You mean ³My Fairy Lady² don't you?

Debbie-- No, I've never believed you're gay. But I do think you like 
wearing my clothes more than you want to admit.

Charles--Why do you say that?

Debbie-- Just by the way you keep looking at yourself in the mirror. 
Now, walk for me. I want you to get used to high heels.

For the rest of the evening she taught me how to walk, sit and carry 
myself as a girl would. By the end of the evening I accepted the 
transformation.

Debbie--The folks should be coming home any time now, you'd better get 
out of those clothes.

Charles-- OK.

Debbie-- You sound as if you don't want to.

Charles--Well, they did feel kinda good. All silky and stuff.

Debbie-- Then leave the panties on. 

Charles--All night?

Debbie-- All night and tomorrow at school.

Charles--Jeez Sis!

Debbie-- Do it!  I'll check up on you during the day just to make sure. 
If you're not wearing them I'll paddle your cute little ass for you. Do 
you understand?

Charles--You wouldn't.

Debbie-- Trust me, I'd love to. Now get to bed.

I went to bed while she sorted through her clothes, setting aside the 
ones she wanted to keep for me. Then, later that evening before going to 
bed, she tiptoed to my room, reached under the covers and fondled me 
thru her silk panties. As I awoke, she leaned over and whispered.

Debbie--Good boy. Now remember, all day tomorrow. I'll be checking. 

Giving me a sweet, loving  kiss, she left. And she did check on me. 
Three times she cornered me and checked up on me. The first time in back 
of the gym in the morning, then while we were eating lunch in the 
cafeteria. She was so brazen. She just reached over, unzipped me  and 
fondled me thru her panties with kids all around. And the last time in 
the auditorium after school was out and we were rehearsing our spring 
play.  God, that time she actually took my cock out of my pants and 
stroked it. Then, I'll never forget, she leaned down and kissed it on 
the head then put it back in my pants.

Things progressed pretty much the same for the next few months. She only 
forced me wear her clothes when the folks were gone. After awhile, she 
really didn't have to force me, I grew to like it. I let my hair grow as 
she told me. Dad had a hard time accepting it but Mom thought it was 
³cute.² I got pretty good at walking in heels and learning how to sit 
and all. She even taught me how to put on my own makeup.

The next big change in our games happened in September of that year. She 
was 13 by then and I had just turned 11.

Scene 3

Night, very dark, in the camper, Mom and Dad in front, Debbie and I in 
back in the camper shell. Mom and I are both asleep. Dad had the radio 
on low to help keep him awake.

We were driving up north to a beach resort for vacation. Dad wanted to 
drive most of it at night so there'd be less traffic. I was sound asleep 
but awoke at the touch of her hand. Her hand, fondling me there. There 
where I always wanted her hand to be. I opened my eyes and looked at 
her. She had her beautifully devilish smile on her face as she took my 
penis out. She held it gently in her hand and then slowly started 
stroking it. And then it happened. My first erection. I don't know who 
was more surprised, her or me. As it grew in her hand she stroked it 
tighter and faster. I felt something was going to happen but I didn't 
know what. I only knew I didn't want her to stop. And then I felt an 
explosion starting in my loins. She must have sensed what was happening 
because she took her hand and held it over my mouth and I came. Oh dear 
God, but I came. When I could gather my wits about  me, I saw that I had 
filled her hand with some white gooey stuff. She held it in her hand for 
a few moments then, taking me by the back of my head she made me lean 
over and lick it from her hand. After she checked to make sure I had 
done a good job, she leaned over and sucked the head of my penis into 
her mouth, licked up the remaining few drops and put my penis back in my 
pants.

Dad--Is everything all right back there?

Debbie--We're fine Dad. Charlie was asleep. Just had a dream.

Dad--You might want to cover yourselves up with the lap robe. It's 
getting a little chilly.

Debbie--Good idea.  (Taking the lap robe she covers them both. 
(Whispering in his ear.) Did you like that Charlie?

Charlie--God yes!

Debbie--Good. Want me to do it some more?

Charlie--Oh please, yes. Do it more.

Debbie--I will. Oh Charlie, I will. Now the fun really begins. You have 
no idea of all the nasty things I'm going to make you do just to please 
me. Terrible, dirty things. And you'll do them Charlie. You'll do them  
because you know how much pleasure my hand can give you. And Charlie, 
you're going to love every filthy minute of it. 

Charles--What...What kind of things?

Debbie--Sexy things, Charlie. Perverted sexy things. 

Charles--Like what?

Debbie--Like this.

Raising up, she took her panties off and lifted her skirt up around her 
waist. Sitting back in the corner of the seat, she rested one leg along 
the back the other on the floor.

Debbie--Here, lay down with your head in my lap with your face towards 
me like you're asleep. (Pulls the lap robe over them.)  That's it. Now, 
I want your mouth Charlie.  I want your mouth licking your sisters 
pretty pussy. 

Charles--It smells funny.

Debbie--Get used to it It's an acquired taste. You're going to not only 
like it after awhile but love it and beg me for it.

Charles--I doubt that.

Debbie--Trust me. I'm going to make a real cunt hound out of you.  Now 
lick and don't stop til I say so.
 
Tentatively I started licking her and, finding it's wasn't as unpleasant 
as I thought, went at it with gusto bringing her to an orgasm that she 
muffled with the blanket.

Charlie--Did...did you do what I did?

Debbie--Yeah. I did. Oh Charlie, you're going to be a great cunt lapper. 
I just might rent you out. Now, go back to sleep. You're going to need 
your energy from now on.

Later that same night, we parked in an empty parking lot quite a 
distance from a cafe. The folks stopped for pie and coffee. Debbie has 
fallen asleep but woke up when she felt my tongue caressing her pussy 
lips.

Debbie--See, I told you you'd like it. You are a greedy little cunt 
lapper aren't you?

Charles--Yeah, I guess I am. If...if I do you, will you do me?

Debbie--That depends on how good a job you do. Get on the floor on your 
knees. That's it. Oh yes. I think I'm going to like having you on your 
knees servicing me. That's another thing you better get used to. Now, 
lick me, Charlie! Get that hungry mouth of yours between my legs and 
that tongue up my twat!  And don't you dare stop til I say so. Oh God, 
yes. Yes, that's it! Lick it you little shit! Make me cum! Make me cum 
all over that angelic face of yours. Yes, yes, that's it. More, more. Oh 
God! Oh  damn, damn, damn!    

Charles--Did I do it right, Sis? Did I please you?

Debbie--You did good. You did real good.

Charles--Does that mean you'll, you know. 
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Debbie--If you ask me nice.

Charles--Please.

Debbie--Please what? You have to tell me what you want.

Charles--Please, put your hand there and make me cum.

Debbie-- My hand where, Charlie?

Charlie--Jeez Sis! You know! Where you always put it.

Debbie-- Charlie, dear, we've crossed a bridge between being children 
and playing children's games.  From now on we have to use grown up words 
if we're going to do grown up things. Your ³peepee thing² is a cock or a 
prick or a dick or lots of other names. I prefer cock so that's what 
well call it. What you so nicely licked for me is a cunt or a pussy. 
Now, tell me what you want.

Charles--Would you please put your hand on my cock and make me, you 
know. What happened before.

Debbie--I jacked you off and made you cum. Is that what you want me to 
do?

Charlie--Yeah. Yeah that was so neat.

Debbie-- Ok. Get out of the car and stand facing the door. That's it. 
Now, let me take your pants down.

Charles--Jeez Sis! Someone might see me!

Debbie-- Yep, they might. Let's call it the price you have to pay for a 
hand job. Are you willing to take the chance?

Charles--Yeah, I guess so. It's pretty dark and there's a car next to us 
to block the view.

Debbie--I thought you would. 

She took my pants down and had just taken my cock out when two young 
girls approach the car next to us.

Blonde--Wow! Look what we have here! What's going on?

Debbie--I'm just rewarding him for the great cunt lapping he gave me.

Brunette--You mean you got this little kid to eat you?

Debbie-- Yeah, and he's quite good. Wanna try him?

Charles--Jeez Sis!

Blonde--Sis? You mean he's your brother?

Brunette--And you make him eat you?

Debbie-I make him do anything I want. So, wanna try him?

Blonde--Damn right!

She opened the front door of her car, pulled down her panties and sat on 
the edge of the seat facing me.

Blonde--Go to it sonny! Lick my snatch. Let's see how good you are.

Debbie--(Turning to the brunette.) What about you? You want some too?

Brunette--I'd rather have some of you, baby. Love pussy but never had 
the chance for any as young as you. Are you game?

Debbie--Sure, but we have to make it fast, our folks may be coming out 
anytime.

Brunette--You watch for Œem while I eat. (Goes down on her.) God, what a 
sweet little pussy!

The blonde and Debbie come just as her parents leave the cafe. Hastily 
rearranging their clothes, they look presentable as their folks approach.

Debbie--(To blonde) It was nice meeting you. Maybe we'hll see you in 
Pismo. We'll be there for a couple of weeks.

Blonde--It's a small town, but we call it home. Maybe we can show you 
around. Have a good trip. (They drive off.)

Mom--Who was that?

Debbie--Oh, just a couple of girls. Wanted to know where we were headed. 
They live in Pismo.

Dad--Just be careful who you talk too. There's all kinds of perverts 
running around.

Debbie--Oh Daddy! Of course we'll be careful. And anyway, Charlie's 
here. Safety in numbers and all.  

Mom--Your Father's right, though. You're starting to fill out. I notice 
a lot of the boys are starting to give you the eye. Just be careful. 
While we're in Pismo it might be a good idea not to be alone. I want you 
with your Dad or me or Charlie. And that goes for you too, young man.

Charles--Jeez Mom! I can take care of myself.

Mom--That may be but I'd prefer if you two took care of each other when 
we're not around. 

Debbie--We do Mom. Honest. We take care of each other. Huh Charlie?

Charles-- Yeah. We do.

Dadl--Well, let's get this show on the road. We should be in Pismo in 
another hour or so.

Debbie--Oh Dad! I'm sorry. Can I go to the bathroom first?

Dad--Of course, but hurry every chance you get.

Debbie--I will. Walk me over there, Charlie. You can protect me from all 
of those perverts Dad is worried about..

Charlie--Jeez Sis, you shouldn't have done that to me.

Debbie--What's that?
   
Charles--You know. Making me kneel in front of that girl and...

Debbie--Making you eat her pussy?

Charlens--Yeah. God, I never felt so embarrassed in my life. I felt , I 
don't know, used I guess.

Debbie--Do you know why you felt you were being used?

Charles--Why?

Debbie--Cuz you were, silly. I used you.

Charles--But why?

Debbie--I just wanted too see if I could. And I can. 

Charles--But it was so humiliating.

Debbie--I know, and I loved humiliating you. and, you loved being 
humiliated.

Charles--I did not!

Debbie-- Sure you did. Your cock was hard all the time you were on your 
knees in pront of her, servicing her. Is it hard now? 

Charles--Yeah. 

Debbie--Good.

Arriving at the door to the women's room, she opened it and pushed me in 
in front of her and then locked the door. 

Charles--Now what are you up to?

Debbie-- Gotta pee, gotta pee real bad.

Charles--So?

Debbie-- So...I want you to pull my panties down, kneel in front of me 
while I sit on the toilet and hold your hand under me so I can pee all 
over it. 

Charles--You're out of your mind!

Leaning over, she took my cock out and stroked it. As I started 
breathing hard, she stopped.

Debbie--Want me to go on?

Charles--Yes. Yes please. 

Debbie--Then get your hand under me! Yes, that's a nice boy.

She continued slowly stroking me, keeping me just short of cumming. 
Then, she lets a stream of urine flow over my hand.

Debbie--There, that feels better. Now, (standing) lick the pee off of me 
and you'd better wash your hand. Unless of course you'd rather lick it 
off. Now, lick me clean! 

I did. Then, still knteeling, I  looked up into her eyes and started 
quietly crying as I  put my fingers in my mouth and licked them clean

Debbie--Don't cry, baby. It's all right.

Charles--It's not all right! I'm a pervert!

Debbie--I know, baby. Not only are you a peruvert, but you're a filthy, 
disgusting pervert.And do you know what I am?

Charles--A bitch!

Debbie-- Yes. A bitch. Your very own bitch. Your bitch of a sister who's 
going to make you do even more vile, humiliating things.

Charles--But I don't want to do dirty things!

Debbie--I know you don't. But you will. You will because my hand on your 
cock feels so good. And you never know when or where my hand will find 
you. Find you and stroke you. Like this. And this. And you want to cum 
ever so bad, down't you?

Charles--Yes. Oh God yes! Please yes!

Debbie--I know, baby brother. And after I make you cum you're going to 
spend all of your time waiting for my hand. My hand to stroke you there. 
To make you cum again. Cum for me now, Charlie. Shoot your cum all over 
my hand so you can lick it up! Yes, that's it! Oh so much! Now lick it 
all up and we'll go back to the car. Who knows, in another hour I may be 
able to get him to shoot for me again.

Scene 4


And she did of course. She made me cum in my hand and lick it up. We 
finally got to Pismo and checked into our hotel. It was a two bedroom 
suite with a king size bed for Mom and Dad in one room and twin beds in 
the other room for us. Mom was a little concerned but Dad reassured her 
that we were good kids and too young for there to be any problems.

Are all parents that naive about their kids? That was a two week 
vacation I'll never forget.

After we checked in, we were shuffled off to bed real quick and the 
folks turned in. As tired as I was from the ride, I still had trouble 
falling asleep. Apparently, so did Debbie.

Debbie--Charlie, are you awake?

Charles--Yeah.

Debbie-- Thought so. Come eat me.

Charles--What?

Debbie--You heard me. Come and eat me.

I got up and moved over to her bed. As I stood there, she took the 
covers and threw them off and lay there completely nude. It was the 
first time I'd ever seen a girl completely nude . God she was beautiful. 
Small, pert budding breasts, slim waist and flaring hips. A slight patch 
of pubic hair over her pussy nestled between two full thighs that 
tapered down to muscular calves and well formed feet.

Charles--God, Sis, you're beautiful.

Debbie--Thank you kind sir. Does that mean you're willing to lick me?

Charles--Yes. Yes I'll lick you.

 I knelt between her outstretched thighs and buried my face in her pussy 
and ate until she came.

Debbie--Ohhh, you're getting better already.  That was soooo good.

Charles--Sis, will you...you know.

Debbie-- No. Not tonight. I feel like I'm floating on a cloud and just 
want to sleep. Maybe tomorrow.

Turning over, she covered herself and went to sleep. It became a ritual. 
I would lick her to sleep and lick her awake. And during the day, 
whenever the situation presented she would have her hand on me. In the 
movies I would sit next to her and her hand would find its way inside my 
pants and she would hold me in her hand throughout the movie. Standing 
in lines, if I was behind her, she would reach back and fondle me 
through my trousers. We could be walking down the street, or shopping at 
the market and she would pull me aside and fondle me until I was hard 
and then, smile sweetly at me, and continue on as if nothing had 
happened. But something did happen, was happening, and we both knew it. 
I was addicted to her hand. 

One day, shortly after we got to Pismo, we were all laying on the beach 
in a secluded spot. The folks had gone into the water and she turned and 
fondled me through my Speedo's. I got hard at the very first touch of 
her hand. She grinned at me laying there with this obvious hard-on in my 
skimpy bikini.

Debbie- Ohhh, that's a nice one Charlie. What are you going to do with 
it?

Charles--I...I dunno.

Debbie-- Well, you'd better turn over or something, our folks are coming.

I glanced up in fear and saw them approaching. Grabbing my towel, I ran 
back to the hotel holding it in front of me.

Dad--Where's Charlie running off to so fast?

Debbie--He said something about a stomach cramp.

Mom--Oh the poor dear! I keep telling you kids not to load up on so much 
fast foods. Maybe I'd better go see how he is.

Debbie--No, stay here, Mom. I wanted to go to the room anyway. I want to 
get my cover-up. I'll check on him.

She caught me in the bathroom with my Speedo's around my ankles, jacking 
off.

Debbie--Stop Charlie! Stop this instant! Don't you dare jack yourself 
off!

But she was too late. The sperm shot out of me and onto the floor.

Charlie--God, Sis. You get me so excited. I had to do something.

Debbie--You are not to cum unless I tell you to. Do you understand? You 
will cum when and where and how I want you to. You need to be punished. 
Go get me your belt.

Charlie--My belt? Sis, you're not going to...

Debbie-- You can bet your sweet little ass I am. And, when I'm done, 
it'll be your sweet little blistered red ass. Now get me your belt!

  From the domineering tone of her voice I knew there was no use 
arguing. I got the belt and gave it to her.

Debbie--Thank you, Charlie. Now, lean over the sink. That's it, stick 
that cute little ass of yours out. 

With that, she really laid into me. She started slow but then, she 
seemed to really get into whipping me and towards the end, was raising 
welts. Then, she mercifully, stopped. I was crying from the pain.

Debbie--Now, are you ever going to jack off again?

Charles--No. No never. I promise. Don't whip me anymore! Please!

Debbie-- Very well. Hopefully you've learned your lesson. But now you 
know what to expect if I ever find out you've jacked off. Do you 
understand?

Charlie--(Sobbing) Yes, yes I understand.

Debbie-- Good. Now, get on your hands and knees and lick up this mess 
you've made on the floor.

Charles--God, Sis...

Debbie--(Slapping the belt across her palm.) Do you want more?

Charleås--No, no more.

So I got on my hands and knees and licked the floor clean of my cum. 
After, she put me to bed and had me lay on my stomach while she rubbed 
lotion into my stinging butt. 

Debbie--You'd better stay in bed the rest of the afternoon. I told Mom 
you were complaining of stomach cramps if she should ask how you are. 
I'll come in and check on you later.

We managed to cover up the incident with the folks none the wiser and, 
in a day or two,  my ass had healed.

About the fourth or fifth day we were there, the folks told us they had 
an early morning golf date with some of Dad's friends and that they had 
made arrangements to spend the day with them and wouldn't be home until 
late that evening. Debbie assured them we would be all right. They left 
some money for us to eat and maybe do a little shopping and left early 
the next morning before we were even up.

I woke Debbie up with my tongue up her cunt. 

Debbie--Oh Charlie, Charlie! That feels sooo good. Yes, that's it baby! 
Oh yes, right there!There! Oh God, God! I'm cumming, Charlie! I'm going 
to cum all over that sweet face of yours. Oh yes, here it comes! I'm 
cumming! Oh sweet Jesus but you have such a talented mouth. I swear I 
could rent it out. 

Charles--Sis, would you? You know... I haven't, you know, since....

Debbie--I know. It's part of your punishment. Part of your training.

Charles-- My training? What am I, a trained seal or something?

Debbie-- You're whatever I want you to be. You're my toy, remember? My 
puppet. I pull the string and you perform for me. And if you perform 
well, I pull the string until I release all that marvelous cum you have 
stored up for me. Now, come along my little puppet, you can help me with 
my bath.

She had me run her bath water, wash her body all over and then dry and 
powder her. As I powdered her, I lingered with her budding breasts.

Debbie--Like my breasts?

Charles--Yeah.

Debbie-- Too bad you don't have any. You'd be an adorable girl. Your 
hair is nice and long, you have trim hips, nice legs and very delicate 
facial features. You'd be a knockout.  And you have an especially cute 
little ass.

Charles--I like yours.

I knelt behind her and started to powder it.

Debbie--Wait Charlie.

Charles--Huh?

Debbie--Wait. Don't powder it just yet.

Charles--Why not?

Debbie--I want to see how much you like my ass. Kiss it.

Charles--Kiss your ass?

Debbie--Yes. My ass. Kiss it. Show me how much you like it

Charles--I dunno. I'm not an ass kisser.

Debbie--You weren't a cunt lapper either. But you are now. You're a 
great cunt lapper. Now you're going to learn to be a great ass kisser.  
Kiss it!

Of course, I did. Very gently at first I brushed my lips against the 
soft white skin of her ass. First one cheek then the other and then at 
the top of the crack of her ass and down an inch or two.

Debbie--Keep going. Lower, baby, lick lower.

Charles--But that's your...your...

Debbie--Asshole. It's my asshole Charlie! Now lick it. Lick my cute 
little asshole.

Charles--But your asshole! That's where...

Debbie--I know. But you just washed it. It's nice and clean. Go on, do 
it!

I did. I licked her asshole.  I licked all around her cute little 
asshole.

Debbie--Your tongue. I want your tongue up me. Go on! Stick that naughty 
tongue of yours up my asshole.

And I did. I fucked my tongue up her and poked it in as far as I 
possibly could. She loved it. And, God help me,  so did I. And as I 
tongue fucked her asshole I thought back to all of the degrading things 
I did for her, for her hand. 

When she first took my cock out of my pants and made me pee for her; 
when she put her pee covered fingers in my mouth; when she had me hold 
my hand under her while she peed on it; when she had me lick her in the 
car; had me kneel and service that blonde in the parking lot; then, 
later in the restroom when she peed on my hand and I wanted to lick it, 
just to please her. Then, letting her jack me off and making me lick up 
my own cum and then licking it up off of the bathroom floor. I was 
ashamed of myself, of what I had become, of what I was doing, there, 
kneeling on the floor licking her asshole. But I couldn't stop. God help 
me, I couldn't stop. And didn't until she pushed me away and told me to 
powder her ass. 

We dressed. Or rather I dressed her and then myself. Per her 
instructions I was to wear my baggy shorts and no underwear. ³Let it 
hang, baby.² she said. I knew breakfast would mean more anxious waiting 
for her hand on me. Sure enough, standing in line, she reached back and 
stroked me; in the booth, she made sure to sit next to me and kept her 
hand up my shorts, fondling my hard-on. In the elevator she had my 
shorts down around my knees and was stroking me. Stroking, but never 
letting me cum. 

When we got to the room she packed two small bags and announced we were 
going to have an adventure. We walked to the Greyhound depot and caught 
a bus to Santa Maria.

Charles--Jeez, Sis. I Don't know. If the folks find out we're going to 
be grounded for a month!

Debbie--Then I guess we'd better not let them find out Now, sit still, 
I want to play.  You don't mind if I play, do you?

Running her hand down the front of my shorts, she fondled me all the way 
to Santa Maria. When we reached the bus station she checked the ladies 
restroom and then hustled me in and into a stall. Opening my bag she 
handed me my Speedo's, a short denim miniskirt, a loose, bright red 
baggy sweater, black hose, garter belt and red high heeled shoes.

Debbie--Here, put these on. And be sure the Speedos are on tight. I want 
our little friend to be up tight and out of sight. While you're 
dressing, I'll get into my things. 

She pulled out a long, flowered dress, high necked with short sleeves 
that just came over her shoulders with lace trim  around the neck and 
sleeves. White bobby sox and white flats and a wide brimmed straw hat.

 Debbie--Ohhh yeah, you look real hot Charlie. How do I look?

Charlie--You look like you just got out of church. I think I look like a 
cheap hooker. 

Debbie--Good! Let's put your makeup on and then maybe we can pass you 
off for a high priced hooker. 

In front of the mirror, she had me overdo the makeup, extra eye shadow, 
heavy rouge and garish lipstick that made our mouths look bigger. 
Between our clothing and the makeup, we both looked older than our 
tender years. From the bus depot we found the mall and Debbie showed me 
how to ²strut my stuff² as she called it. The boys gave us long glances, 
some wolf whistles and some, some obscene remarks. At first I was 
terribly embarrassed but then I got more comfortable in my outfit and 
started swinging my ass even more.

Debbie--That's it baby, twitch that little ass!  I think the two older 
guys following us are eating it up.

Charles--Guys? Following us?

Debbie--For the last ten minutes. Let's see how interested they are.

Charles--Interested? In what?
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Debbie--In us, silly. Well, actually, probably you. You look like such a 
hot little bitch. Let's sit on that bench and see what happens. Sit and 
cross your legs like I do. Then follow my lead and do what I do.

We sat on a bench across from another bench facing us. Sure enough, the 
guys sat down across from us. Debbie turned to me and started talking, 
her eyes never leaving mine. She started swinging her foot to and fro 
and I did the same. They watched me. She slowly uncrossed her legs and 
then crossed them the other way. So did I. They watched me. She 
uncrossed her legs and sat with her knees together then, ever so slowly, 
spread her knees apart all the while looking at me and talking to me. 
She asked me if I liked the idea of turning older men on. I had to 
honestly agree I did.

Debbie--Do you have any idea what they'd like to do to us?

Charles--No, not really.

Debbie--They'd like to fuck us.

Charles--You...you aren't going to let them, are you?

Debbie-- Heavens no. I just want to tease them. See how far we can 
string them along. I won't let them hurt you, don't worry.  Spread your 
legs farther Charlie. That's it, let them see your Speedo's, "they'll 
think they're black panties. Yeah, that's my baby boy. Now, run your 
hand up the inside of your leg , look them straight in the eye and run 
your tongue over your lips. Oh God, Charlie, you're good! You even turn 
me on. C'mon, let's do some window shopping. I think they'll follow.

Sure enough, they did. What surprised me was the fact they were about my 
Dad's age and must have known we were under 18. We stopped in front of a 
dress shop and looked at the dress display. The guys had followed us and 
were standing a little ways behind us. Debbie let out a loud squeal.

Debbie--Oh look, Charlene, that black sheath! God I'd love to have that! 
And that jumper would look great on you.

Charles--What? Oh, oh yeah it would. 

Debbie--Too bad it costs so much. Well have to come back when we can 
afford it.

Guy #1--I didn't mean to eaves drop young ladies, but those dresses 
would look good on you. I was thinking, maybe my friend and I could help 
you get them.

Debbie--Oh? That would be great!  But, what would we have to do?

Gut #2--Just please us. I'm sure you know what we mean.

Debbie--You mean you want to fuck us! Right? 

Guy #1--That's putting it crudely but honestly. Yes, we would like to 
fuck you as you say.

Debbie--Sorry guys, we're virgins and want to stay that way. But, we 
would be willing to please you in other ways, wouldn't we Charlene?

Charles--I ...I don't know. I mean...

Debbie-- Don't pay any attention to Charlene. She's always a little shy 
at first. But once you get her hot, there's no stopping her. She's got 
the hottest mouth. And loves the taste of cum. That's how she keeps her 
boyfriend happy. In fact, her boyfriend and all of my boyfriends. She's 
the school mouth. 

Guy #2--Is she your sister? You resemble each other.

Debbie--God no! No, she's my slut. I just wind her up and she does 
anything I want.

Guy #1--Your slut?

Debbie--Yeah. I rent out her mouth whenever I need money.

Gut #2--And what's the rental fee?

Debbie--$50.00

Guy #2--I don't know. You two look awfully young, and $50.00 is quite a 
bit for a blow job.

Debbie--We're old enough to know what we're doing and young enough to 
make it perverted. Can't you imagine your big hard cock in that sweet 
little mouth. God, the sight alone should be worth $50.00.

Guy #1--And what about you, do you give blow jobs?

Debbie--No, only hand jobs, but, only $20.00. 

She moved up real close to him, reached down and grabbed his cock. That 
hand, my hand,  the hand that I knew so well was weaving it's spell. 

Debbie--I bet I could get you off right here in under five minutes. Do 
you want to get off right here, you dirty old man? Here, in this mall 
full of people? Or would you prefer something more leisurely and private?

Guy #1--God, you convinced me. Let's go upstairs to the parking garage. 
(Turning to his friend.) are you in?

Guy #2--Sure. I've never had a blow job from someone this young before.

Luckily, we were the only ones in the elevator. The guys were standing 
in back of us. Debbie reached over and pulled my skirt up over my 
ass.Taking Guy #1's hand,  she ran it over my ass. Then she put her 
hand, my hand, on #2's cock. 

Debbie--Ohhh my! If my hand can do that, think of what Charlene's hot, 
nasty mouth is going to do. 

By the time we reached the roof, both guy's had hard-ons. 

Debbie--C'mere Charlene. Lemme see if you're wet. 

Putting one arm around me, she drew me close to her and put her hand 
under my skirt and fondled me til I felt I was going to bust out of my 
Speedo's.

Debbie--(Whispering.) You're going to suck his cock, Charlie. You're 
going to suck it and I'm going to watch you. And you're going to swallow 
his cum.  You're going to do this for me Charlie. For me and for my 
hand. You are, aren't you?

Charles--Yes, Yes, I am.

Debbie--The little slut's hot. Hot for your cock. Whip it out and fuck 
the little bitch's face. That sweet, angelic face with all that whore's 
makeup on it. She dresses like a whore, treat her like one!

The one guy pulled out his cock, and, taking me by the hair forced me to 
my knees in front of him.

Guy #2--Take it you little bitch! Suck my big hard cock! Take it all in. 

I almost gagged. He forced it in to the back of my throat and I had 
trouble breathing at first. In the meantime, Debbie had taken the other 
guys cock out and was stroking it. 

Debbie--Let's see if we can get you off at the same time. God, look at 
the little bitch devour his cock. That's it Charlene, suck that cock! 
God, she has the nastiest mouth! Oh look, he's starting to cum! Suck it 
bitch. Suck that filth right out of him. C'mon big boy, give it up to 
me. Let's see you shoot your load in my hand. That's it, oh yeah! Let me 
milk it into my hand. Did you swallow his load, slut?

Meekly I turned and nodded as I licked the few remaining drops from my 
lips.

Debbie-- Good, here's some more for you. Crawl over here and lick my 
hand clean. Yes, that's it. use your tongue and get it all. Ohhh what a 
nasty mouth and tongue you have. I just love it when her tongue goes up 
me.

Guy #1--You mean you have her eat you?

Debbie--Damn right. That's how I get her to be my slut. She'll do 
anything to get her head between my legs and eat me. 

Guy #1--Damn, I'd love to see that.

Debbie--What's it wort¡h?

Guy #1--I dunno. Another $20.00?

Debbie--How about $20.00 apiece?

Guy #2--No problem with that,. The only problem is we're late for work 
as it is.

Debbie--How about tomorrow afternoon? We can meet you here. 

Guy #1--Can you get your little slut to blow both of us? I'd like some 
of that action.

Debbie--No problem, right Charlene?

Charles--I...I guess not. If you want to.

Guy #2--Would you mind if we brought another guy? 

Debbie--Three blow jobs? Why not. $50.00 apiece, right?

Guy #1--Right.Plus $20.00 apiece to watch her eat you.

Debbie--Hear that, slut? Now we can go buy those dresses.

The guys left leaving me feel more degraded and humiliated than I'd ever 
felt but, at the same time, more excited and hard than ever before. 
Debbie was ecstatic. Not because of the money or the sex but because it 
reconfirmed her power over me.

She had me keep my whore's outfit on on the ride back to Pismo, the 
short walk back to the hotel and then followed at a distance as I walked 
through the lobby and took the elevator to our floor. I could feel the 
eyes of the men on me and it made me wiggle my ass. Why, I don't know. 
Unless...it made me feel more humiliated and more excited.

Once in the room, Debbie told me how proud she was of me. Of what a 
sluttish little whore I had become. She gave me $25.00, telling me 50% 
of my earnings was hers. She made me take my Speedo's off and parade 
around the room, lifting my skirt for her, showing her my cock and ass. 
Then, after I licked her to two orgasms, she let me have her hand.  She 
did me very slowly and softly until I couldn't stand it anymore, then 
she quickly and ferociously jerked me off to a thundering orgasm. It was 
bliss as I'd never known.

The following afternoon, we were there waiting on the mall roof.  They 
arrived on time, three of them.  This time, I wasn't wearing my whore's 
trappings. Debbie had me dressed in one of her old plaid school skirts 
from St. Bridgetts, a prim white blouse, bobby sox and saddle oxfords. 
Very little make-up. I looked Šfor all the world like a sweet, innocent 
schoolgirl of maybe 15.

Debbie, on the other hand was dressed in a black leather mini skirt., 
tight sheer white tank top that showed her braless breasts and dark 
aureoles, sheer black hose, a garter belt,  and  black, high heels. Oh, 
and she was carrying a riding crop that she'd bought that morning in the 
mall.

Needless to say, the guys eyes popped out of their heads when they saw 
us. As they approached, she swatted me across the ass with the crop.

Debbie--On your knees, bitch!  Crawl to me and eat my pussy! Show these 
nice gentlemen what a sluttish cuntlapper you are.

I went to my knees, crawled to her, put my head under her skirt and 
started licking her. She raised her skirt exposing her almost hairless 
pussy to them and pushed my head up tight into her sweaty crotch.

Debbie--Oh God, that is so good. So fucking good! Oh yes! My ass! Kiss 
my ass. Here, lick it! Lick my cute little asshole! Get that nasty 
tongue of yours up there! Yes, yes! Now, crawl over there and start 
sucking those cocks.  And do a good job bitch or you're going to get the 
crop across your ass and you're not going to get my sweet little pussy 
to eat.

I sucked cock. I sucked all three and swallowed all their cum except for 
one guy who insisted he wanted to cum all over my face and I let him.  
Debbie thought that was one of the filthiest things she'd ever seen and 
took great delight in my humiliation. Then it was back to her pussy and 
bringing her off. They wanted to eat her, but she'd have none of it. She 
did stick her fingers in her pussy and let them lick them, but that's as 
far as she'd go. After all, she had me to perform for her, to degrade, 
to humiliate, why should she soil herself with others. She knew I had no 
desire for her mouth on me or to be in her pussy. Only to have her hand, 
warmly caressing me. 

The rest of the vacation was much the same. She, finding new situations 
to use me, abuse me but always with the reward of her hand. Not a fetish 
really but< a compulsive, obsessive, need for her hand. It was my hand. 
When she used it on that guy I knew the pangs of jealousy.

After our vacation she continued her little games. Nothing quite as 
daring since we were home and too well known to risk any scandal. But, 
when the folks were away the bitch would play. I remember one game only 
too well. One we repeated quite often and do to this day.

She would call me her little cow, and, when I was hard from her hand, 
she'd ask if I needed to be milked. If I wanted to cum I had to moo like 
a cow and she'd milk me. One time we were having breakfast alone. She 
and I were having cereal. She got me hard and asked if I needed to be 
milked cuz she needed some for our cereal. 

Debbie--Does my little cow need milking?

Charles--Moo!

Debbie--That's all? Just one little moo. You don't sound very convincing.

Charles--Moo, moo, moo!

Debbie--Oh, that's much better. Get down on all fours like a good little 
cow. That's the way.

She took one of the cereal bowls and placed it on the floor beneath my 
cock. 

Debbie--There, now we have something to catch the nice milk in.

She jerked me off on top of the cereal and had me eat it for breakfast.

We continued our little fun and games with no major changes until 
Halloween. We were both invited to Cindy's house for a party. Cindy was 
in our school and was voted to have the best ass at St. Bridgetts. And 
what a party it turned out to be.

Scene 5

I dressed as a girl for the party in my whore's outfit from Pismo. I 
didn't put the hose, high heels and heavy makeup on until after we left 
the house. Debbie dressed as a tough guy, with jeans, biker boots, denim 
shirt and leather vest. She had her hair curled up on top of her head 
and wore a leather riding cap. She painted on a mustache and long side 
burns and had an unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth. 
Mom thought we were a cute couple, Dad thought it was kind of disgusting 
but went along with it. (Hmmm, maybe Mom had a hand like Debbie's?) 

Anyway, once we left the house, Debbie made my face up with the heavy 
makeup and off we went. 

When we got there I was kinda surprised to find I was the youngest there 
and most everybody was even older than Debbie.

Cindy met us at the door dressed all in black, skin tight,  latex and 
carrying a riding crop.

Cindy--Debbie! Glad you could make it. Is this...

Debbie--Yeah, it is, my little slut. Charlene, this is Cindy, Cindy, 
Charlene.

Cindy--Pleased to meet you Charlene.

Debbie--Call her what she is, Slut.

Cindy--I can go with that. C'mon Debbie, Slut, the party's in the den, 
downstairs. I'll introduce you to everyone.

It was quite an experience, that party. I learned a lot. Cindy's mom and 
dad were there; a guy named Brad, about 19 years old and his sister Mel, 
about 16; two sisters from the neighborhood, Annie and Alicia and Sam 
who I assumed was their grandfather; a brother and sister, Ron and 
Rhonda and a neighbor called Wally who sat around all evening and just 
watched. 

Everyone seemed very intimate with each other as far as kissing, 
hugging, copping feels And age or relationship didn't seem to matter. 
Annie and Alicia were siting on Sam's lap, kissing and fondling each 
other and him; Cindy's mom was dancing very close with Brad and letting 
him fondle her ass; Mel was sitting on Cindy's dad's lap with her arms 
around his neck and grinding her cute little ass into his groin; Rhonda 
had Ron on a leash and Debbie had me sit on her lap and occasioþnally 
reached under my skirt to touch me.

Cindy, in the meantime, in addition to making sure everyone had enough 
to eat and drink, would circle the room, taking one person over to 
another, making sure everyone met everyone else. Like a ringmaster at a 
circus, she would bring them to the center of the room and have them 
dance close. Then, of course, we had to play spin the bottle. But a much 
sexier version than just kissing.The winner got to chose anyone to do 
what he or she wanted, from taking off a piece of clothing to fondling 
them wherever they wanted or having that person kiss or lick them 
wherever they wanted. It obviously got pretty wild. And, while there was 
no fucking allowed there was everything else you could imagine.
 
My most embarra'ssing moment came when Debbie won and had me stand 
before her and moo like a cow. No one could understand what was 
happening until Debbie explained my fascination with her hand and that, 
once aroused by her, I was willing to totally humiliate myself to please 
her. Cindy's dad explained that in psychology it was called a 
conditioned reflex.  Much like Pavlov's dog salivating at the sound of a 
bell, I became turned on to the point I lost control over reason and let 
her control me to the point I would do whatever she wanted, no matter 
how humiliating, just to please her.

Needless to say, Debbie was quite impressed on learning what she had 
created with her hand and that night put me through the hoops, so to 
speak, to prove to everyone, and herself, what power she wielded over me.

I'll not go into all the gory details of that night.  But the most 
important thing was the fact that her and I had a new understanding of 
each other and ourselves and, it was caught on video.

A few days after the party we each received a video tape of the nights 
activities with a short note from Cindy assuring us that everyone had a 
copy so there would be no fear of blackmail.


Scene 6

Life continued much the same after that. I was literally her slave. Her 
Pavlov's dog, salivating at the very thought of her hand on me, ready 
and willing to demean  myself whenever her hand touched me.

I had no interest in girls or boys for that matter. Only Debbie. I knew 
I wasn't homosexual and while Debbie continued having me suck cock and 
eat pussy for her amusement, she never allowed me to be penetrated 
anally. My sole purpose in life as far as we both were concerned, was to 
service her.

Debbie, on the other hand, grew up and out. Her breasts filled out, she 
lost her baby fat and she became a very striking, sexy young lady. And, 
she took a liking to the boys that were panting around her, sniffing 
like a pack of dogs after a bitch in heat. And it seemed like she was 
always in heat.

As long as we were home Íor in our neighborhood, she confined our 
activities to just the two of us for fear we might get caught. Whenever 
the opportunity arose, however, when we were away, like our vacation at 
Pismo, she flaunted her power over me, always pushing to see how far I 
would go to debase myself for her, for her hand. Occasionally, Cindy 
would invite us over for fun and games. She tried to excite me with her 
hand but to no avail. It was Debbie.

As time passed, I came to realize I was very much in love with her and 
jealous of the guys sniffing around her. It would hurt me knowing that 
they were touching her, that she was using her hand on them.  And she 
knew how much it hurt. We would go to school dances and she would dance 
close, grinding into them when she knew I was watching. I always sat on 
the sidelines, watching. Sometimes she would dance close, take her 
partners hand and slide it from her waist down to her ass and smile that 
taunting smile of hers.

One night, as we were walking home from one of the dances, she reached 
over and fondled me. At the time she was 18 and I was 16.

Debbie--You liked that, didn't you?

Charles--You know I always like it when you touch me.

Debbie--No, not this. I mean, you liked watching those guys fondling my 
ass. It turned you on, didn't it?

Charles--No. I thought it was disgusting.

Debbie--It was. But it also turned you on. It turned you on because you 
love me. Because you know what a bitch I am and know how I love to 
torment you.

Charles--Yes. Yes I do love you and yes you are a bitch. And yes, it did 
excite me watching you be a bitch. Knowing it would hurt and humiliate 
me to watch and knowing how much I'm  willing to suffer for you.

Debbie--You know I'm still a virgin, don't you?

Charles--Yes. I know.

Debbie--Would you like to fuck me? 

Charles--God, sis! How perverted can you get?

Debbie--Very. But you would like to fuck me, wouldn't you?

Charles--Yeah, sure I would. So would every guy in school and every man 
you come in contact with. 

Debbie--I'll let you if you can.

Charles--Debbie! You know I can't!  You're my sister for Christ's sake! 
That'd be incest!

Debbie--You mean what we've been doing all these years, isn't? C'mon, 
Charlie, it doesn't get more incestuous. No, I mean, I don't think you 
can.

Charles--Fuck you? Why not?

Debbie--Cuz you're too conditioned to my hand. My hand can get you up 
and hard as a rock, but I bet when it gets near my pussy it will shrivel 
up and you won't be able to get it in. In fact, I doubt you'll ever be 
able to get it up and fuck any girl.

Charles--That's crazy. 

Debbie--Is it? Let's see.

We were walking past a dark part of the park at the time.She took me to 
a secluded area, opened her blouse and fondled her braless tits. Then, 
reaching down, she lifted her skirt and fondled her pussy.

Debbie--Is this what you want? Do you want to stick your cock up here? 

Charles--Yeah, yeah I want to.

Debbie--Than do it! Take your cock out, Charlie. Take your cock out and 
stick it in me. Fuck me, baby brother! Fuck your bitch of a sister! If 
you can get it in you can have my cherry.

I took my cock out. It was soft.

Charles--Your hand, please. Please give me your hand.

Debbie--I will, but it won't do any good. I'll get you nice and hard but 
it'll shrivel up as soon as you try and get it in. Watch.

It was true. She got me hard as a rock, laid back on the grass and 
spread her legs for me.  But, as I started to mount her, it died on me. 
I cried.

Debbie--It's ok, Charlie. Please don't cry. 

Charlie--But it's not OK! I want you so much! God, I've always wanted 
you!

Debbie--I know, baby, I know. But you do have me you know. 

Charles--No! No, you have me! I'm your own personal sex slave. And all I 
know how to do, or want to do, is service you. Service you with 
everything but my cock!

Debbie--Yes. But in a way, I'm a slave to your cock. It allows me to 
have power over you. And I need that feeling of power. 

Charles--I'm sure you could get any guy you want to do anything you want.

Debbie-- To a certain point, maybe, but they wouldn't have the love or 
the obedience you have. No, Charlie, we need each other. 

It wasn't too long after that that we went to the beach for the day, 
just the two of us. By then Debbie had her own car and was teaching me 
to drive. She let me drive to the beach and told me she was proud of the 
way I drove. Said she felt perfectly safe with me at the wheel. 
Naturally, it made me feel proud. As we drove, she pulled her thongs off 
and played with herself. Ever since that night at the park, she  
delighted in teasing me, lifting her skirt, flashing her pussy and 
asking if I wanted to fuck it. She sat there, playing with herself, 
then, when she was wet, she let me lick her fingers as I drove.

We found a nice place on the sand, just up from the water, spread out 
our blanket and towels and settled down.  Debbie liked to lay back on 
her elbows, with her knees up and legs spread. 

Charles--Jeez, sis, why don't you just put up some arrows pointing to 
your pussy?

Debbie-- Cuz, I don't need them, silly. I haven't been keeping score, 
but I'm willing to bet 95% of the guys walking past us have managed to 
get a good look. The other 5% were with their wives or girlfriends, and 
couldn't. Oooh, wow! Look at the stud approaching.

Charles--Isn't he a little old for you?

Debbie--I'd say he's in his early thirties. Probably lots of experience 
under his belt.

Charles--You mean under his belt and between his legs.

Debbie--Exactly. He's the kind of guy I'd like to have pop my cherry. 
Oooh yeah, look at that tight ass.

As he walked by, she sat up higher and, smiling at him, spread her legs 
farther apart and waved them back and forth. He looked, smiled and 
walked on.

Debbie--Yeah, he's the one.

Charles--The one what?

Debbie--The one who's gonna be the first to fuck me.

Charles--Jeez, sis, you don't even know him.

Debbie--All the better. That way there's no commitments or 
entanglements. Just fucking for the sake of fucking.

Charles--You're really serious, aren't you?

Debbie--Damn right. I'm gonna snag him on his way back.

Charles--I...I don't think you should.

Debbie--Have I ever cared what you thought I should do?

Charles--No.

Debbie--Than why should I care now?

Charles--Be...because. 

Debbie--Because you want me and can't. Isn't that right? Because you 
can't get it up and in me, you don't want anyone else to. Isn't that 
right?

Charles--Debbie, please...

Debbie--Look! He's turning around and heading back.

As he started back towards us, she reached over and touched me. I was 
immediately hard. The adrenalin rushed through me Anticipating and 
dreading what was going to happen. As he got closer, she again spread 
her legs for him, smiled and then nodded for him to join us. As he 
walked up towards her, she looked him straight in the eyes,  reached 
down and rubbed her hand over her barely clad pussy. 

Debbie--You seem to like looking at this. 

Guy- What's not to like. But aren't you a little young to be behaving 
like this?

Debbie--I'm old enough to fuck and, from the looks of the bulge in your 
shorts, you're hung enough to do the job.

Guy--(Covering himself with his hands.) Sorry, I didn't mean to...

Debbie--Maybe you don't mean to but your cock sure does. So... do you 
want the job or not?

Guy--The job?

Debbie-- Fucking me. I have this hot pussy that needs a cock. (Motioning 
towards me.) I'd use his but he's still kinda young, only 14.

Guy--And how old are you?

Debbie--18. Don't worry, I'm not jailbait. Do you live around here?

Guy--Yeah. Back up the canyon a couple of miles.

Debbie--Can we go there?

Guy--Are you sure that's what you want?

Debbie--Absolutely. Let's go.

Guy--What about him?

Debbie--He can be our chauffeur. 

Guy--But what about when we get there? Does he wait in the car?

Debbie--No, afraid not. I'm babysitting him and I promised his mother I 
wouldn't let him out of my sight. But, he can watch. Maybe learn 
something.

Guy--But...won't he tell?

Debbie--Naw. I'll give him a hand job afterwards on the way home. 
That'll keep him quiet. Won't it Charlie?

Charles--Yeah, yeah I guess sol

We picked up all of our stuff and went back to our car. Debbie handed me 
the keys and then got in the backseat with him.Before we even got out of 
the parking lot she had her hand, my hand,  down the front of his shorts 
and was touching him there. He reciprocated by pulling her bra down and 
sucking on her tits. All the while she watched me watching he and smiled 
her bitchy smile and moaned with pleasure loud enough for me to hear. 
She knew! The bitch knew how much I wanted it to be me that was going to 
fuck her. She knew how humiliated I felt. She knew how turned on I was. 
I watched as he drew her thong off, knelt on the floor and licked her 
pussy. My pussy! That was the pussy I serviced! I watched as she took 
his head and forced his tongue into her. I listened as she moaned and 
then screamed as she reached an orgasm.

His house was off the road and secluded from view. As we parked in the 
driveway, she jumped out, totally naked, and leapt into his arms, her 
legs wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping her ass. My ass. The 
ass I kissed and licked. Motioning me over to her, she had me get his 
keys and open the door for them. Like a damn butler. 

Guy--Would you like a drink?

Debbie--I'd love one. Champagne? Tell Charlie where it is, he can serve 
us. But first I want cock, then champagne. Then more cock.

Guy--You are one hot little bitch.

Debbie--Yes, I am. I'm hot, I'm little and I'm a bitch. Now fuck me! 

As I was leaving to get the champagne, she was pulling him down to the 
floor between her spread legs. I  poured the champagne in the kitchen, 
and, as I walked into the living room I saw him enter her and  heard her 
scream of ecstasy. I stood transfixed as he drove into her. She looked 
over his shoulder and, seeing me, beckoned me over.

Debbie--Watch, Charlie. Watch me getting fucked. Watch this guy thrust 
his big hard cock in and out of my pussy. Someday, maybe you can do it. 
Someday. But I doubt it. But you can always watch me, watch me getting 
fucked.

The guy paused, looked at me and then looked down to see his cock 
plunging in and out of her pussy. And that's when he saw the blood on 
his cock.

Guy--My God! You're a virgin!

Debbie--Not now I'm not. C'mon stud, finish what you started! Fuck me. 
Yes, yes that's it! Oh God, to think I've been missing this for so many 
years. That's it, oh God yes. Harder! Fuck me harder!

Guy--I'm going to cum! Oh God, you're so damn tight! 

Debbie--Pull it out! Don't cum in me! Cum in Charlie's mouth!

Guy--His mouth? My God, you are a bitch!

Debbie--I know, now do it!

Reaching up, she grabbed my cock and quickly brought it to a full 
erection.

Debbie--Take him, Charlie! Open your mouth and take his bloody cock and 
his hot cum for me.

Of course, I did. Then they sat and cuddled on the sofa and had me serve 
their champagne.Then she had me stand across the room and watch as they 
explored each others bodies. She was laying on her back and he was 
bending over her face with his cock in her mouth when she called to me.

Debbie--Come to me, Charlie. Come and lick me.

As I started to walk towards her she stopped me.

Debbie--Stop! I want you to crawl to me. Crawl to me on your hands and 
knees like a good little slave. 


At that moment I realized our relationship had taken a new turn. I was 
indeed her slave. Subject to her will.  She was and forever would be my 
mistress, and I her willing slave. She had me kneel at her feet and lick 
her while she sucked his cock. Then,  to add to my humiliation, she 
pushed him down her body, had me guide his cock into her waiting pussy 
and then lick his asshole while he fucked her. 

 And that was the beginning of a new phase in our relationship.

And now, here I am. Five years later. She has tied me to the bed to add 
a further lascivious twist to our already twisted relationship. She has 
installed loudspeakers in my bedroom and microphones throughout her 
house so I can hear her wherever she is. Yes, it is her house. And I am 
her slave. She will bring men home to fuck her and I will listen, 
wishing I could fuck her. Sometimes she ties me to a chair so I can 
watch. Usually she has me lick them clean and then sits on my face so I 
can lick their cum from her pussy.

She gets a perverse charge out of having men fuck her in the ass and 
have me lick their cocks as it comes from her asshole and lately has 
learned how to have them cum in her ass and then she squats over my 
face, has me open my mouth and she shits their cum into it. 

And then...then her hand. Her wondrous hand on me. And the sweet bliss 
that follows.

FADE OUT..

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