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SIS AND ME Mf, incest, cons, extreme-pedo, preg)
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This is the story of how I ended up spanking, whipping, and raping my ten-year-old
sister in my college dorm room. OK, so I'm fantasizing; she isn't really
my little sister (although she might as well be), and it wasn't in a dorm
room, it was in my college apartment. OK, it wasn't even there, at first,
it was at...Well, you'll find out.
It was like this. My mom left me and my dad when I was just 2. I don't really
remember her, and no one knows where she is now. My dad married my stepmom
when I was 12. She was really cool, and I liked her a lot. She had a little
girl who was 2 then. Her dad had drunk himself to death, or something like
that. We all got along real well. We lived in *****, in *****-land. It was
a pretty backwards country, but we lived in the capitol, and I guess we had
a pretty average 'middle-class' existence, by Stateside standards. As far
as I was concerned, my stepmom was just 'Mom', and her little girl was my
'Sis'. I helped take care of her, and everything.
My dad used to spank me every now and then when I was little, but by the
time I was 12 I hadn't had one for a long time. I guess I was pretty well-behaved.
But my little 'Sis' got one pretty frequently, being a pretty rambunctious
toddler. I guess it just seemed natural to my Dad and 'Mom'; I helped out
with everything else about her: meals, dressing, bathing. So one day when
she was cutting up, and 'Mom' and Dad were tied up doing something, 'Mom'
just yelled to me to 'give her a couple of swats on the rear end'. So I did.
She yelped a little bit, but I didn't really spank her hard, and her panties
were on. But it did settle her down. And there was something about the experience
that affected me, somehow...
It didn't take long before I was giving her a spanking pretty regularly.
'Mom' and Dad never seemed to mind; they sort of cheered me on, actually.
By the time she was 7, I probably spanked her almost every day. Usually I
just pulled her down over my lap, or tucked her under my arm, hauled down
her panties, and gave her a brisk, business-like spanking while she moaned
and jerked. I have to admit, I let my hand stray a little bit; the tips of
my fingers often found themselves smacking her anus, or her little unfledged
cleftlips. She never said anything about it, and I don't know if 'Mom' or
Dad noticed, or not. But after I spanked her, I usually rubbed where I'd
spanked, to soothe her. She seemed to like it, and sort of purred when I
let my fingers slip over her anus and girlcleft after I'd spanked her. Of
course, before long I was getting pretty...stiff from doing this sort of
thing, and I ran to my room and jerked off after I'd spanked her.
This went on for quite a while. 'Mom' and Dad had their own business, and
'Sis' and I were homeschooled, so they left her and me home together a lot.
I was sort of like her Daddy, really. As she got older (and cuter and cuter!)
I continued to punish her, sometimes in new ways. I don't know what made
me think of it, but took my belt off one day (she was about 5) and used the
end of it on her bottom. It looked so cool snapping onto her buttocks, and
made an arousing WAP! on impact. She wiggled and moaned very attractively.
I used the belt frequently after that.
By the time she was 7, and I was 17, I used the belt on her nearly every
day. The whippings had sort of...migrated. By then I was regularly whipping
her on her nipples, her anus, and her unfledged girlcleft. As far as I know,
she never told 'Mom' and Dad, and I never did it hard enough to leave any
marks. There were times that it looked like she actually enjoyed it; she
would arch her back to present her little sex to the belt, and moan most
fetchingly. And after her punishments, I always rubbed wherever I spanked
or whipped her, so that meant I spent a lot of time rubbing her bottom, her
breastbuds and nipples, and even her little rosebud and cleftlips. Usually
I'd hold her on my lap to do it, and she'd lean her little head back against
my chest and just purr. I was in love with her (still am!).
I must admit I was tempted to whip out my rod (always stiff as a board by
the end of a punishment session!) and use her somehow to relieve myself,
but something always held me back. I guess I knew that the time wasn't right,
and, as bad as what I was already doing was, that would be so bad that it
would be unforgiveable. So I just continued to jerk off, and fantasize!
Then I left for college, pursuing an engineering degree. I didn't get to
come home too often, and it just didn't seem appropriate to spank her anymore,
when I wasn't there all the time and wasn't functioning as 'second Daddy'.
Three more years passed, and I was just starting graduate school. I finally
got a chance to come home for a while, in between sessions. She was ten by
then, and pretty as a picture. I got to loaf at home most of the time, and
'Mom' and Dad took advantage of the situation to go out together a lot, or
just work together at the shop.
'Sis' was actually a bit of a handful. She was sweet, and smart, but she
did like to get away with stuff, like sneaking food, or talking too long
with her little friends on the phone, or trying to beat the Net Nanny on
the computer. It wasn't long before I decided she still needed the business
end of the belt!
I waited until she'd done something that I knew she wouldn't want 'Mom' and
Dad to find out about. Then I confronted her with it, and told her, "You
need a whipping, young lady!"
"But--but--you can't! You wouldn't dare! I'll tell Mom!" she blustered.
"Go ahead, tell 'Mom'," I replied. And waited. She got real quiet. Then...
"Buddy...I'm sorry, I'm real sorry! Please don't tell Mom, huh? I'll be good!"
she whined.
"'Sis', you know you need a whipping. So what'll it be? 'Mom', or the belt?"
I demanded.
"...the belt," she finally whispered, dropping her eyes. I felt a little
sorry for her, she looked so forlorn, so I took her in my arms and hugged
her for a while. She hugged me back; she didn't seem to resent my insisting
on whipping her. Her slim frame felt so good pressed up against mine. My
rod was already stirring in my pants at the thought of punishing her little
body.
After a bit I just bent her under my arm, tossed up her skirt, jerked down
her cotton panties, and gave her a brisk, business-like spanking on her bare
bottom, WAP-WAP-WAP! "OH-OH-OH-OH"! she yelped, dancing from foot to foot
as her little buttocks jiggled with each spank. When I judged them to be
sufficiently reddened, I let her up, and she rubbed her bottom and sniffled.
She went to pull her panties up, but I stopped her with a growl, "Not yet,
little missy! We're not half through." I pulled her little sundress off,
leaving her naked, with her panties down around her ankles. She was gorgeous.
Heartbreakingly slender, with the face of an angel in despair. Her breasts
were mere buds, nipples barely breaking the plane of her chest. Slim hips,
and the piece de resistance, her unfledged girlcleft peeping from between
her gleaming thighs.
I shook myself free of the trance, and pulled my belt out of the loops of
my pants, doubling it over, slapping it onto my palm as I sauntered to her
rear, just drinking in her loveliness. Then I flashed it out, again and again,
smacking the backs of her thighs, then disciplining her bottom repeatedly
as she yelped and moaned. I moved around to her front, and without warning
brought the strap-end to bear on her little breastbuds and nipples as she
wailed and sobbed. Soon they were fetchingly reddened and erect. I paused
for a moment, reaching out with my free hand and seizing one breastbud and
nipple, then the other, kneading and working them as she gasped and moaned.
I told her to get on the bed in knee-chest position. I had to explain it
to her, and give her a few smacks on the front of her thighs with the belt
to get her to do it fast enough. She looked adorable, with her trim little
bottom pushed in the air, framing her tender, delicate anus, and her sweet
bare cleftlips. Her clitoris poked out prominently. I strapped her back and
forth on her exposed private parts, her cries and moans filling the air.
I just had to touch her, so I tossed the belt aside and spanked her with
my bare hand, smacking directly on her anus and vulva, pausing frequently
to massage and pinch her cleftlips and clitoris. I really didn't expect it,
but suddenly she was bucking and rocking, yipping and yelping, as to my surprise
and lasting delight she experienced a preteen orgasm as I spanked and molested
her! I nearly came, too, in my shorts, just to experience this beautiful,
sweet ten-year-old, whom I loved dearly, coming as I punished her sexually.
When she was spent, she collapsed on the bed. I gathered her in my arms as
she sobbed out the last of her climax, clinging fiercely to my waist, her
tears staining my shirt.
All too soon after that magical time I had to return to school. That's when
tragedy struck. She was home with a sitter; our folks were supposed to be
at work all day. They never got there. A drunk driver killed them both. I
won't go into all the details; the questions from 'Sis', the well-meaning
neighbors, friends from church, the funeral...they don't bear remembering.
At the end of it all, I hardly knew what to do. I didn't want to run the
business, and hardly knew how, anyway. Fortunately an associate of our folks
made a generous offer to buy out the whole thing. Our pastor looked it over
and said it was OK, so I ended up with plenty of money to raise 'Sis', and
finish school. But how to do both?
'Sis' decided things for me. "I'm going with you to college!" she announced.
"Graduate school," I corrected her, pedantically.
"Whatever!" she sighed, rolling her eyes in typical preteen fashion.
We fussed about it for a while, but I gave in. I couldn't stay home and go
to school, and there was no one I wanted to leave her with; we had no other
close family. So I got an apartment near the university, and we settled in.
It was easy to continue her schooling, since she was homeschooled. And I
had the college's resources to augment her curriculum. Things worked out
fine, most of the time. But it was hard on 'Sis', being cooped up all day
in the apartment, and often it showed in her behavior. Once we had both recovered
from the shock, and had gotten used to our new surroundings, she found herself
on the business end of the belt again! Pretty soon she was getting strict,
intimate punishment nearly every day, as I smacked her anus and girlcleft,
pinched and twisted her clitoris, and brought her to a nearly screaming orgasm
on a regular basis.
As you might expect, I was both ecstatic and frustrated at our activities.
Finally I could stand it no longer. I sat her down one day, and said, "'Sis',
I've been thinking about getting married."
"Married?!" she exclaimed, like the idea scared her, "Waddya wanna do that
for?!"
"Well...a guy wants a girl around, to help him, and keep him company, and
stuff," I answered, a little lamely; I wasn't sure how much detail to go
into, under the circumstances!
"But I'm a girl, and I'm around, and I can help you. You don't need a wife!",
she pronounced, then, after a short pause, as if she had a bright idea, she
blurted out, "I'll be your wife! After all, you're not really my brother,
right? So we can get married!"
This was too good an opening to pass up, so I had to ask, "But 'Sis', sweetheart,
do you know what that really means?"
She hung her head for a moment, then peeped up through her eyelashes and
softly said, "It means you get to rape me, doesn't it?"
The question hung in the air between us, revolving lazily. A sudden jolt
of...joy, so severe it was almost nauseating, shot through me.
I guess she mistook my sudden pallor, sweat, and unsteadiness to be disapproval.
She arose glumly and shuffled off, mumbling, "But I know, I'm too little,
and you don't love me, and..." She burst out crying and ran towards her room.
I was never on the track team, but I bet I could have beat the college's
best sprinter's time to her side that day! I gathered her in my arms, and
told her I loved her, I'd rather have her as my wife than anyone else in
the world, she was a beautiful little angel, and other similar endearments.
She seemed to melt in my arms, her tears staining my shirt, as her little
sobs died away. She put her pixie face up and I kissed her nose and sweet
lips.
She pulled back a bit, looked intently at me, and demanded, "You'll still
punish me when we're married, won't you?"
I managed to push the fog out of my brain long enough to acknowledge that,
yes indeed, I would punish her after we were married! There followed a long
hug, and rocking her in my arms, unbelievably happy. After a while I held
her away from me, looked down mock-sternly at her, and intoned, "You know
you've been naughty, haven't you, young lady? Naughty girls have to be punished,
don't they?"
After a beat, she looked up at me shyly and just said, "Yes, Sir."
I bent her under my arm, tossed up her skirt, pulled her panties down, and
gave her the usual brisk, business-like spanking on her bare bottom. She
danced and yelped as her buttocks were reddened.
I let her up, and she bounced to her feet, sniffling and rubbing her bottom.
Without pause I pulled the dress off her sweet body, leaving her naked in
front of me. Gorgeously beautiful, with a face like an angel in despair.
Heartbreakingly slender. Her breasts were mere buds, her nipples barely breaking
the plane of her chest. Her unfledged girlcleft peeped from between her gleaming
thighs. She blushed and twisted her little feet nervously as I ogled her
slender frame. Stepping to her side, I seized her buttocks with one hand,
and commenced to rain spank after open-handed spank onto her unfledged mons
and cleftlips, SMACK-SMACK-SMACK! "AAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA"! she cried out, writhing
and jerking at the embarrassing discipline. Adding to her punishment, I probed
for her anus with my other hand, pressing and pinching that so-very-intimate
part of a young girl's anatomy.
As I continued her front-spanking, I noticed that her cleftlips were becoming
slippery. She was wet from the punishment! I paused in between spanks to
rub her prominent preteen clitoris against her pelvic bone as she keened
and arched. I let the fingers of my other hand trail over her cleft, too,
picking up some lubrication, then brought them back to her anus to pierce,
penetrate, and probe her deeply as she cried out wildly. All too soon she
was rocking and bucking, yelping and yipping, coming as I spanked her naked
preteen sex and molested her anus. Then she collapsed into my arms, sobbing
out the last of her orgasm, her tears staining my shirt.
After that I lost no time in arranging things. 'Underage' marriages were
common in ****-land, so I had little trouble in convincing our pastor to
marry us. Then I surprised her with something I had been planning anyway,
and now found it fitting in so wonderfully; we caught a plane that evening
to DisneyWorld! By bedtime we were at the Polynesian, settling in, the monorail
still running outside, the lights of the Magic Kingdom visible from our window.
She was ecstatic.
I sent her to the bathroom to get ready for bed, insisting that she 'go both
ways' on the toilet. Then I came in to give her her bath. I hadn't done that
since she was much younger, and when I told her to get in the tub, she squealed,
"Buddy, please!", vainly trying to cover her nakedness. I just grabbed her
arm, spun her around, and smacked her once, sharply, on her bottom. She gasped
and squealed, "Yes, Sir!"
I washed her thoroughly, spending a lot of time scrubbing her nipples, anus,
and cleft. She squirmed a few times at my attentions to her intimacies, so
I barked, "Hold still, young lady!", hauled her to her feet, pressed her
front against the cold tile as she gasped, and smacked her repeatedly on
her wet bottom, thighs, and cleft, WAP-WAP-WAP!
"OOO! OOO! OOO!" she yelped, "OH, Sir, please! Oh, Buddy, I'llbegoodI'llbegoodI'llbegood!"
Then I sat her back down and resumed washing, and this time, though she continued
to moan, she held still as I ran the rough terrycloth over her anus and cleft.
I got her out and dried her, again paying special attention to her nipples,
anus, and vulva as she trembled. Then I picked her up in my arms and carried
her to the bed.
There we were, in the Polynesian Hotel at Disneyworld. I don't know what
anyone thought who saw us when we checked in, brother and sister, father
and daughter, cousins...but I bet none of them dreamed we were husband and
preteen wife! And I'm sure none of them dreamed that, in room 352, a little
ten-year-old girl was spanked, and molested, and about to be raped by a grown
man. But that's exactly what happened.
I arranged her on her back, naked on the bed, and knelt over her, kissing
her all over. Her forehead, her eyelids, her glabella, the tip of her sweet
upturned nose, dusted with freckles. Then her soft mouth, butterfly kisses
back from her, the tip of her tongue even darting out to touch mine, bringing
spasms to my rod! Then nibbling her neck, her delicate collarbone, then fastening
onto first one nipple, then the other, sucking, pulling, biting as she moaned
and writhed. Down to her bellybutton, pausing to blow a flurbish into it,
making her giggle. "No laughing," I commanded, but with a wink, and smacked
her once on her cleft, sharply, making her gasp. Then I was there, essentially
raping her preteen sex with my mouth, unceremoniously probing hard for her
hymen as she arched and spasmed, rasping her unfledged labia with my tongue,
then taking her turgid clitoris in long, excruciating bites between tongue
and teeth as she nearly screamed, bucking and rocking, clearly approaching
climax. I rose up, positioned my rampant rod at her cleftlips, and thrust
firmly, raping her of her maidenhead, driving for her cervix, as she yelled
once, loudly, then wept and wept, shoulders shaking, as I just held her,
kissing the top of her head which barely reached my chest, rocking her softly.
I stayed buried within her, not moving, but pulsating inside her, until her
distress died down to the occasional sob and sniffle. I began to piston in
and out of her, long, firm strokes, as she cried out rhythmically with each
one. I had, of course, been masturbating regularly after punishing her (I
couldn't even begin to help it!), so fortunately I was able to hold out for
a little while. The experience was overwhelming. I loved her so much, she
was so sweet, her little cleft was so tight and yet so soft, her little cries
went straight to my brain as I raped her and raped her, and she danced on
the end of my rod. Then she was coming, spasming, wrapping her little legs
as far as they would go around me, pulling her hair, beating on my sides,
screaming. And I came inside her, emptying my seed at her cervix, pinning
her to the bed with each stroke, then finally collapsing beside her as we
clung to each other in the afterglow. She fell asleep in my arms.
Later that night I awoke to find her still nestled up against me, her sweet
naked body pressed close to mine. My rod was stirring. I couldn't resist
using her again, so I arranged her in position, chest on the bed, knees on
the floor. She roused a bit, but didn't wake, until I began spanking her
bottom! Then she awoke with a startled cry, staring about wildly. I swept
her into my arms, cuddling her, rocking her, soothing away the night fear.
She relaxed against me. Then, surprising me, she slid out of my hands and
resumed her position! I hugged her, kissed her hair, called her my sweet
beautiful little girl.
Then I spanked her and spanked her, again reddening her still-tender bottom
as she yelped. I lubricated my free hand, reached around her, and seized
her cleftlips and clitoris, kneading and working, pinching and pulling, as
I continued her discipline. Soon she was nearing climax, and I was hard as
a rock! I squirted some lubricant on her rosebud, placed the end of my rod
there, and thrust deeply into her, raping her of the virginity of her anus
as she screamed. You can't believe how amazingly stimulating it was, too
have my rod buried deeply in the anus of my pretty, slender, preteen 'sister'-wife!
She was so tight, so warm; I could feel her sphincter tighten spasmodically
on my shaft, reacting to the violation of so private a place. I stayed buried
in her as she wailed, her shoulders shaking, for a few moments. Then she
calmed down to the occasional sob and sniffle, so I commenced to rape her
anus in earnest, with long, hard, fast thrusts, pounding into her as she
cried out rhythmically, "AAAA-AAAA-AAAA!" I reached around and continued
to molest her unfledged cleft and clitoris, as I violated her bottomflower,
and soon she was coming again, yelping and yipping, and I came too, emptying
my seed in her rectum, as she spasmed and arched under me. Again we collapsed
together on the bed, me shifting my weight to one side so as not to crush
her, as she continued to shudder and moan, until she fell asleep in my arms.
And, yes, we actually did leave the hotel room the next day and go to the
Magic Kingdom; she was only ten, after all!
Posted By Nikki
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