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don't read it. 
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it.
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don't read it. 
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story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com.
 
Slave Sister part four
"Back to School"
by
Norm DePloom
 
Fran was awakened by a soft buzzing under her pillow.  
Following her brother's instructions she got up and 
removed her night cloths then walked naked past her 
mother's bedroom to her brother's room where Dave 
would be waiting to have his sexual desires serviced.  
As Fran walked across the room Dave laid on his side 
against the wall making room for his nude fourteen-
year-old sister to lay down on his bed beside him.  
Fran climbed into her brother's bed then laid on her 
back and spread her legs welcoming his hard cock into 
her eager cunt.  As Dave rolled on top of her Fran 
parted her lips and welcomed his thrusting tongue into 
her mouth just as his thrusting cock had been welcomed 
into her wet pussy.
 
The only differences in this morning's fuck from the 
last three mornings were that Fran had been summed to 
Dave's room instead of his appearing in her room and, 
Fran being well along the path transforming her from a 
fourteen-year-old virgin to an experienced sex slave, 
there was less rape involved in the sex.  It's more 
appropriate, he had told her when he installed the 
buzzer, for the slave to come to the master instead of 
the master coming to the slave.
 
Fran wrapped her legs around her brother's hips and 
her arms around his neck and humped her hips against 
his as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her large 
sensitive clitoris was being rubbed by the thrusting 
cock and brought her to the brink of orgasm almost 
immediately.  Dave broke off the kiss and stuffed the 
jockey shorts he had worn the previous day into her 
mouth to muffle the orgasmic screams he knew would be 
coming.
 
After fucking his sister through two orgasms and 
giving her some last minute directions for her first 
day back at school as a sex slave, Dave allowed her to 
return to her room.  Fran entered her bedroom just as 
her alarm was going off.  She sat on the edge of her 
bed for a few minutes then began to dress in the 
cloths set out for her by her brother.  Fran put on 
the short plaid skirt and the tight sweater without 
panties or a bra.  She was by her brother's orders no 
longer allowed to ware panties.
 
Fran wanted desperately to go into the bathroom and 
wash her thighs and pussy where the remnants of their 
recent fuck were drying.  She didn't dare, Dave had 
issued a new rule, and she was not allowed to clean 
herself up after sex unless given permission to by 
him.  She looked at herself in her full-length mirror 
as she combed her hair.  The skirt was just barely 
long enough to keep the Girls Vice-Principal from 
sending her home to change. The white sweater was one 
she had not worn for almost a year.  It was too small 
and just barely reached the top of her skirt.  The 
fabric stretched so tight over her breasts that every 
curve was magnified.  Fran could see her nipples 
growing hard under the thin material as she brushed 
her hair. 
 
The thought of every boy in school seeing the outline 
of her nipples made Fran blush with anticipatory 
humiliation.  It also caused more lubricant to leak 
from her freshly fucked cunt onto her already soaked 
thighs.  Fran pulled the back of her skirt up when she 
sat at her make up table and allowed her wet cunt to 
rest directly on the cold wood chair.  The coolness 
felt good on her warm pussy.  After finishing her make 
up Fran waited impatiently for her brother.  She had 
been instructed not to leave her room until he came to 
inspect her.
 
Dave walked into his sister's room and sat on the edge 
of her bed.  The same bed in which he had raped her 
three days before, starting her journey into sexual 
slavery.  Fran submissively walked over to her brother 
and stood in front of him with her legs spread.  Dave 
lifted the front of her skirt and examined her to 
insure himself that she was following his 
instructions. Dave pinched and pulled on her clitoris 
until it attained it's fully engorged one half inch 
size then he slipped a small elastic band over it. 
 
"I won't make you wear the weight today."  He informed 
her as he let her skirt drop down.  "But the elastic 
band will keep you aware of your sex organs."  Dave 
then pushed her tight sweater up exposing her hard 
nippled breasts.  After taking a few moments to pinch 
and pull on her nipples, making them even harder, he 
slipped elastic bands around each of them, then pulled 
her sweater back down.
 
Dave turned Fran around so she could see herself in 
the mirror again.  Her nipples stood out obscenely 
under the stretched thin sweater fabric.  Dave stood 
up and without a word Fran followed him from her room 
and down the stairs to the kitchen.  Each step caused 
her breasts to move inside her sweater, and each 
movement of her breasts caused her hard, bound nipples 
to rub on the cloth stretched over them.  The movement 
of her thighs as she walked caused her elastic bound 
clitoris to throb.
 
Dave sat at the kitchen table and, after serving him 
his food, Fran stood beside him with her legs spread 
and her hands held behind her back. Available for 
whatever 'play' he might like to indulge in while he 
ate. Knowing that his mother would sleep late since 
she was changing to the swing shift for the next week, 
Dave freely fingered his sister while he ate his corn 
flakes.
 
Fran's entire body was trembling on the verge of 
orgasm when Dave removed his fingers from her dripping 
pussy and, after depositing his bowl in the sink, 
preceded his sister out the back door and to his car.  
Without being told to Fran scooted across the car seat 
and sat next to her brother with her legs spread and 
her skirt lifted.  Fran new this was expected of her 
and she was also hopping that Dave would continue to 
finger her on the way to school and not leave her so 
close to an unfulfilled orgasm.
 
Fran's wish only partially came true.  Dave did finger 
her on the way to school, but he was careful not to 
let her have an orgasm.  Fran arrived at school filled 
with dread and anticipation.  She expected to see 
every boy at school wearing the red badges sporting 
the large white 'FF' that gave them permission to fuck 
her whenever they wanted to.  She was not sure if she 
was relieved or disappointed when she did not see a 
single boy wearing one.  Her fantasy/nightmare about 
this day was that she would be forced into closets and 
fucked between every class by hordes of horny males 
wearing "Fran Fucker" badges.
 
Fran ran into Vickie, her best friend, outside their 
first period Algebra class.  Vickie stared open 
mouthed as Fran walked down the hallway towards her.  
She could not believe that her virginal best friend 
was wearing a skirt that short, or a sweater that 
tight.
 
"God damn, girl," she said as Fran stepped up next to 
her, "you look really hot this morning.  You trying to 
give every boy in school a hard on?"  Fran blushed 
with embarrassment and humiliation.
 
"I didn't have anything else to wear."  Fran answered 
weakly "What did I miss on Friday?" she asked trying 
to change the subject.  Vickie gave her friend another 
look up and down.
 
"Turn to chapter eight." Fran pulled out her Algebra 
book.  The book fell open to reveal a Polaroid picture 
of herself on her knees in the shower with her mouth 
stretched over a large cock. "Oh my God.." she 
whispered and tried to slam the book shut before 
Vickie could see the picture.  Vickie managed to get 
her hand into the book and snagged the picture just as 
the book closed with a loud bang.  Everyone around 
them looked over at the noise. Luckily they were in a 
corner far enough away from the others that the 
picture could not be seen.
 
"Oh my God.." Vickie said as she turned into the 
corner to avoid Fran's hands trying to grab it back.  
"And I thought I was the slutty one."  The bell rung 
just then and Vickie dropped the picture into her own 
Algebra book and went into the classroom without 
waiting for Fran.
 
All during the class time Fran noticed Vickie opening 
her book and staring intently at the picture then 
looking over at her.  Fran groaned inwardly it was 
hard to keep her mind on anything except the tight 
bands around her nipples and her clitoris.  She 
imagined that everyone was staring at her. She 
imagined that everyone could smell her wet pussy.  She 
recognized one of the boys in her class as being one 
of Dave's guests at Saturday's "First Weekly Fran 
Fuck" and wondered why he wasn't wearing a 'Fran 
Fucker' badge. He looked at her and smiled then stuck 
the tip of his tongue out between his lips and wiggled 
it up and down.
 
Fran blushed with humiliation `this obscene boy had 
fucked me', she thought, `I've sucked his cock, he has 
watched me finger fuck myself'.  Fran looked down at 
her Algebra book and refused to look back over at him.  
In her humiliation she imagined that everyone in the 
class knew what had happened and were staring at her 
in disgust.  Despite Fran's imagination most of the 
people in the class that noticed anything about her 
were wondering why a girl almost famous for hiding her 
body under baggy clothes would suddenly come to school 
dressed like...well, dressed like her friend Vickie. 
 
As soon as the bell rang Vickie jumped up and almost 
ran out of the class. Fran tried to run after her but 
the boy she recognized and another one blocked her 
way.  Fran stopped but since they were not wearing 
badges she pushed past them and, ignoring their hands 
on her breasts and ass, tried to catch up with her 
friend.
 
Fran and Vickie had separate classes for the next two 
periods.  Fran was deeply troubled.  What she imagined 
Vickie was thinking about her caused more profound 
humiliation than her conviction that everybody was 
staring at her hard nipples silhouetted by her tight 
sweater.  Fran spent an agonizing two hours constantly 
aware of her nipples rubbing on the inside of her 
sweater and her clitoris bound by the elastic band 
placed their by her brother.  Her humiliation and 
dread were heightened by occasionally seeing one or 
another of the participants in Saturday's fuck party.
 
Finally it was time for gym class and Fran would get 
to see Vickie and try to explain what was going on.  
Fran and Vickie each managed to convince the gym 
teacher that they needed to set out the activities 
that day.  While the rest of the girls began playing 
volleyball Fran climbed to the top row of the 
bleachers where Vickie sat watching her approach.  
Fran was a little put off by the way Vickie watched 
her, it reminder her of the way the boys who attended 
Saturday's party looked at her.
 
"OK Fran out with it girl."  Vickie said even before 
Fran got seated beside her.  Fran hesitated for only a 
minute, then it seemed that she lost control of her 
mouth.  She told Vickie everything, starting with 
early Friday morning when her brother came into her 
room and raped her and ending with her going to Dave's 
room this morning to fuck her brother before school. 
 
After an unbearably long silence Fran looked over at 
Vickie.  Vickie was setting with her fist pushed down 
between her legs rocking gently back and forth with a 
dazed expression on her face.  Suddenly she realized 
that the story was over and looked at Fran.
 
"God your lucky." She said earnestly,  "Do you know 
what I would give to have your brother fuck me 
everyday?"  It was not what Fran expected to hear. She 
knew that Vickie was wild and, yes, a bit on the 
'slutty' side, but Fran expected at least some outrage 
from her.  "Do you think Dave would let me be his 
slave too?"  Fran felt a wave of unexpected jealousy 
surge over her. She almost said 'Why would my brother 
want a whorey little slut like you for a slave.' But 
she bit her lip at the last second.
 
"I don't know." Was all she said.
 
"Show me."  Vickie said looking at Fran.
 
"Show you what?" Fran pretended not to know what 
Vickie wanted to look at. 
 
"You know." Vickie responded.
 
"Not here."  Fran's voice began to take on a pleading 
quality, like it had when her brother ordered her to 
do something she didn't want to do. 
 
"Yes.  Right here, right know."  Vickie's voice took 
on a sudden air of command.  Fran looked at her friend 
then slowly stood up and with her back to the 
gymnasium full of volleyball playing girls lifted the 
front of her sweater so her friend could see her 
engorged sensitive nipples held tight by elastic 
bands.  Vickie reached up and gently ran her fingers 
over her friend's red swollen nipples.  She heard Fran 
moan as the nipples grew even harder under her 
fingers.  When Vickie reached under her skirt Fran 
spread her legs without objection.
 
Vickie's fingers handled Fran's swollen tender 
clitoris with a gentleness Fran had never felt before.  
She almost fell forward onto her friend's lap and only 
managed to remain standing by putting her hands on 
Vickie's shoulders.  Fran summoned all of her will 
power and pulled away from her friend's marvelous 
fingers and sat back down beside her.  They sat 
silently for several minutes.
 
"I want you."  Vickie said finally with blunt honesty.  
Fran's mind whirled from confusion, humiliation and 
lust.
 
"No.  I can't." Fran finally answered in a low husky 
voice that gave away her inner desires.
 
"You mean you don't want to."  Vickie said her voice 
full of hurt and reproach.
 
"No.  I can't.  You don't have a badge."  Fran looked 
down at the floor in front of her trying to hide her 
tears of humiliation.  "I have to fuck anyone that has 
a badge and I cannot fuck anyone that does not have a 
badge."  Tears were now rolling down her face.  "If 
Dave finds out that I even let you feel me I will be 
punished."  Vickie took her friends hand then stood 
up.
 
"Come with me." She said and pulled Fran after her 
headed for the girl's shower room.
 
Ms Marshall, the gym teacher had been watching the two 
girls high in the bleachers.  She wondered about their 
intense conversation, and was suspicious when one 
stood in front of the other blocking her view.  When 
she saw them headed for the girl's shower room she 
waited for three or four minutes then followed.  The 
petite muscular 'handsome' woman opened the door to 
the girl's shower room and slipped in as quietly as 
she could.  She moved around behind an equipment rack 
where she could see the two young girls without being 
seen.
 
"Come on Fran, there's nobody here except us.  Dave 
will never know.  Just take your clothes off and let 
me look."  Fran was trembling with lust and fear.
 
"He always knows."  She replied.  Ms Marshall watched 
as Vickie stepped up to Fran and pulled her sweater 
over her head exposing her firm young breasts topped 
with swollen red nipples.  She slipped her hand down 
the front of her gym shorts as Vickie unbuttoned 
Fran's skirt and let it drop to the floor. 
 
Fran's large clitoris was swollen to almost twice it 
normal one half inch size by the elastic band around 
it's base.  It looked like a bright red miniature 
penis.  Her cunt lips glistened with her copious 
vaginal secretions.  So, Ms Marshall thought as she 
rubbed her own clitoris, the rumors are true.  I'm 
going to have to find this Dave person.
 
Ms Marshall felt her own excitement growing as Vickie, 
after staring in awe at her best friends voluptuous 
body quickly stripped off her own skirt and blouse and 
engulfed her in a passionate embrace.  Ms Marshall's 
muscles tightened then relaxed as she watched the two 
young girls kiss deeply as their hands roamed over 
each other's bodies.  She wiped her fingers off on a 
towel then quietly slipped out of the room.  She was 
anxious to get home and share this with her lover.
 
When the bell rang Vickie and Fran frantically put 
their cloths back on and were just leaving the shower 
room when the crush of sweaty girls almost knocked 
them over.
 
"Out of the way sluts" one of them shouted.  Fran 
recognized her.  Her brother was one of the boys who 
gang fucked her on Saturday.
 
"It won't be long before everyone knows."  She said to 
Vickie as they walked toward the snack bar for their 
lunch.
 
"Hey, to hell with them.  Those cunts are just 
jealous."  Vickie seemed to be deep in thought for a 
minute. "Hey Fran, there's something I have to take 
care of real quick.  I'll be back in just a minute."  
Fran was feeling extremely vulnerable and would have 
preferred to have her friend with her but Vickie 
dashed off without waiting for a response.
 
Fran got her food then found a place to sit away from 
the other students and tried not to look around while 
she ate.  Fran was becoming apprehensive. Her worst 
fears had not materialized.  That could only mean that 
her brother had something even worse in mind for her 
than what she had been expecting. 
 
Vickie left Fran standing in line at the snack bar and 
walked quickly across the street to the student 
parking lot.  Just as she expected Fran's older 
brother was hanging out there.  Fran walked up to him.
 
"I want to talk to you." She said then turned and 
walked off.  Dave winked at his cronies then followed 
her.  "I know." Vickie said when Dave caught up.
 
"Of course you do."  Dave responded with total 
nonchalance.  "I didn't expect Fran to be able to keep 
it from you." He stopped walking and turned toward 
Vickie.  "What do you want?"
 
"I want a badge."
 
"Why should I give you one?"
 
"I'll be your slave too if you want me." She said 
hopefully then added, "You can tie me to your car and 
parade me around the parking lot naked.  As long as I 
get to have Fran."
 
"Tempting offer." Dave pretended to give it deep 
thought, "OK you can't have her until I tell you, and 
you can't tell her ahead of time, and I will let you 
know when you are going to be paraded around tied to 
the car, agreed?" Vickie swallowed several times.
 
"OK" she said finally and walked off.  Vickie ran back 
to the snack bar, got a sandwich, then joined Fran at 
the table where she was setting by herself. 

"Sorry I had to run off for a minute.  How are you 
doing?"  Fran's growing anger at her friend for 
running off was dissipated by her obvious concern. 
 
"I'm OK, I'm just concerned.  Nothing has happened yet 
and I'm afraid that means that Dave has some surprise 
planned for me."  Vickie suppressed the urge to say 
'Yea I have a surprise too.'
 
"Hey, I'm sure it will be OK.  I mean if he does 
anything really outlandish it would spoil his fun."  
That thought seemed to console Fran and she gave 
Vickie a weak smile.
 
They sat and talked, as only old friends can, until 
the bell rang and they had to go to their separate 
classes.  They would not see each other again until 
last period when they had US History together.  Fran 
spent the next two hours imagining what her brother 
could be up to.  She fantasized about being taken up 
on the stage during a pre game rally and being fucked 
by the football team.  She imagined herself tied to 
the main stairs leading up to the front door of the 
school where every boy could fuck her when they left 
school for the day.
 
Despite her fevered imaginings nothing happened.  She 
saw no 'Fran Fucker' badges.  Nobody pulled her into a 
broom closet and fucked her senseless. Other than the 
constant reminder of the elastic bands on her nipples 
and clitoris it was just an average day at school.
 
Fran met up with Vickie again outside Mr. Roberts' 
History class.  Mr. Roberts was the only really 
'hunky' male teacher in the school.  Every female had 
a crush on him when he first arrived there at the 
beginning of the school year.  Fran and Vickie walked 
into the class deep in whispered conversation and it 
wasn't until she was sitting at her desk in the front 
row that Fran looked up.  Staring back at her from Mr. 
Roberts' lapel was a red pin with white letters, two 
F's.
 
Vickie saw it at the same time Fran did.  That lucky 
bitch was Vickie's first thought.  Mr. Roberts began 
his lecture.  For almost an hour he talked about the 
civil war, then he left his desk and began to walk 
around.  As he walked around the class he dropped a 
piece of paper on Fran's desk.  Trying not to draw 
attention to her self, Fran unfolded the paper.  
There, in her brother's handwriting was the message.
 
"Show him your cunt"
 
Fran could feel the heat as her face turned bright 
red.  By this time most of the kids in the class 
probably knew what the red pin on his lapel signified.  
She stared straight ahead, she did not want to see the 
looks on their faces.  She struggled to keep from 
reaching down and stroking her self.  Her pussy was as 
hot as her face.  She could smell her own cunt as she 
scooted forward in her seat and slowly spread her 
legs.
 
Mr. Roberts walked back to the front of the class and 
sat on the edge of his desk.  He slowly looked around 
the classroom then stared directly at her crotch.  
Fran wanted to hide her face.  She wanted to die.  She 
wanted someone to fuck her brains out.  She wanted to 
lock herself in a closet and never come out.  She 
wanted to be chained to the oak tree and gang fucked 
again.  She wanted to die.  She wanted to disappear 
forever.  She wanted Vickie to suck on her clit until 
she passed out from ecstasy.  She wanted to run away 
where no one knew her.  She wanted the football team 
to fuck her in front of the whole student body.
 
Mr. Roberts began to walk around the class again as he 
droned on about the Civil War.  When he passed Fran's 
desk he dropped another note on it.  Fran looked at 
the paper like it contained poison.  God no, she 
thought I can't do any more.  She didn't remember 
unfolding the paper but she was staring at her 
brother's handwriting.
 
"Finger your cunt for him"
 
Fran was sure the smell of her sex permeated the 
entire room.  Mr. Roberts walked back up the front of 
the room and sat on his desk again.  While he 
continued to talk he stared directly at Fran and 
raised one eyebrow quizzically.  Fran slowly sank even 
lower in her chair, she spread her legs further.  Then 
while Mr. Roberts watched she slipped her right hand 
down and started to work the tip of her finger between 
her wet glistening folds of cunt flesh.  Fran brought 
her other hand up to her mouth and bit down on her 
knuckle she was determined not to yell or scream when 
she came.
 
Just as the first waves of orgasm crashed over her the 
bell rang and everyone else got up and left.  Vickie 
gave Fran one last envious look then left with the 
rest of the kids.  Fran could not have left even if 
she had been told to.  Mr. Roberts continued to watch 
as Fran worked two fingers in and out of her wet open 
pussy.  She was biting on her finger so hard Mr. 
Roberts was afraid she was going to draw blood.
 
As the noise of the departing students died away Mr. 
Roberts could hear low "mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm" sounds 
coming from Fran as she rocked back and forth in time 
to her fingers fucking in and out of her cunt.  Mr. 
Roberts walked over to the door.  After locking it and 
pulling the blind down he came back over and stood in 
front of Fran.  Mr. Roberts slowly unzipped his 
trousers then he reached inside and pulled out a hard 
cock even bigger than her brothers.
 
As soon as the cock was in view Fran pulled her 
knuckle from her mouth and, leaning forward, engulfed 
the huge rod and sucked it down her throat.  Mr. 
Roberts gasped as Fran's nose buried itself in his 
pubic hair.  Seldom had he found even grown woman who 
could take his huge cock all the way down their 
throats.  Fran began to bob her head up and down and 
suck on his cock like her life itself depended on 
getting cum in her system immediately. 
 
After a minute of expert cock sucking Mr. Roberts 
pulled his cock from Fran's mouth.  Ignoring the 
whimpering sounds coming from her Mr. Roberts pulled 
her to her feet.  He pulled her tight sweater over her 
head and unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt 
letting it fall to the floor.  Fran, now naked, 
allowed herself to be guided to the teacher's desk 
where Mr. Roberts picked her up and positioned her on 
its edge.  Pushing her back onto her elbows Mr. 
Roberts pulled her legs up and apart exposing her wet 
hungry cunt for his inspection.
 
Her pubic hair was matted and her pussy was open and 
waiting.  Mr. Roberts positioned his cockhead between 
the gapping lips of her cunt and pushed into her with 
one easy stroke.  As he began to fuck her hot pussy 
Mr. Roberts leaned over and began to lick and kiss her 
red swollen nipples.
 
Each time Mr. Roberts' cock stroked over her swollen 
clitoris Fan experienced almost unbearable pain, and 
almost unbearable pleasure.  Every lick of Mr. 
Roberts' tongue over one of Fran's red swollen nipples 
caused the same mind shattering combination of extreme 
pain, extreme pleasure. Fran put both hands over her 
mouth to muffle her screams of pain and pleasure.
 
Fran lost track of time, she had know idea how long 
she was in her universe of pain and pleasure as Mr. 
Roberts fucked his cock in and out of her cunt. She 
was vaguely aware of his body and cock spasming 
against and in hers as he came.
 
Then she was left alone.  She gingerly pushed herself 
up to a setting position on the edge of the desk then 
sat there staring into space.  When she heard the door 
opening Fran tried to cover her naked body, then she 
saw that it was Vickie and gave up.  Vickie rushed 
over to her friend to help down from the desk.  Fran 
collapsed into her arms and began to sob. 
 
"Was it that awful?" Vickie asked holding her nude 
friend and stroking her hair.  Fran's sobs began to 
fade.
 
"When it's happening its wonderful, but when it's not 
happening I feel dirty and perverted."  Vickie 
continued to stroke her hair and hold her friends 
beautiful nude body.
 
"But that's what is so wonderful about your brother."  
Fran pulled away just enough to look at her friend.
 
"What do you mean?" she asked, their mouths almost 
touching. 
 
"He makes you do all the things you want to do but 
can't" their lips met and parted as their tongues 
explored each other's eager mouths.  They kissed 
deeply for only a moment then Vickie pulled her lips 
away.  "Let me help you get dressed, your brother's 
waiting for you in the parking lot.  And judging from 
the bulge in his pants I don't think your day is 
finished yet."  Vickie helped Fran put on her skirt 
and sweater then walked her to the front door of the 
school, where she gave her friend another tender kiss 
on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow."
 
Fran walked to the parking lot with slow careful 
steps.  Her blood-engorged nipples were causing severe 
pain every time they moved against the sweater and her 
swollen tender clitoris shot pain through her with 
each step.  She finally reached the parking lot where 
Dave waited for her, leaning against his car.  Fran 
leaned her head against his chest.
 
"Please, take them off, I can't take it any longer."  
Dave reached up under her skirt and yanked the elastic 
band off her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger.
 
"OH GOD!" Fran almost screamed.  Then when he reached 
up under her sweater and pulled the bands off her 
nipples she went limp against him on the verge of 
passing out.  Dave put her into the car and drove her 
home.  As they walked into the house through the back 
door Fran turned to her brother. 
 
"I know you are going to fuck me, but could you PLEASE 
do it in my ass?" 
 
"Whatever you want." Dave replied with a smile.

================================
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.



  
SlaveSister04