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Subject: {ASSM} Blood in The Snow of Raven Rock (MF, heavy BDSM, knifeplay etc)
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   Blood In The Snow Of Raven Rock by Namaste Master
   (MF, heavy BDSM, knifeplay, bloodwork, branding, scarification,
edgework, outdoor activities, consensual) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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bear no resemblance to any persons living or dead or events and acts which
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   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
   Yes, I don't deny that my heart was going all a' pitter-patter as the
faint smell of jet fumes left my nostrils as I made my way up the flexiramp
to exit at Gate 3 in Terminal "A' at RDU airport.  It was fluttering and
racing not from being in love, for I truly wasn't in love with my Master,
loved him and his subwife yes, but wasn't "in" love.  It wasn't going the
proverbial ninety miles a minute from fear either, even though I knew
before the weekend was over that my life would truly be in his hands and
hopefully he would accept me as his forever.  Instead if was from sheer
unbridled anticipation, fantasizing about the hopeful unknown.
   "Great to meet you finally, Jen!" he nearly shouted in my ear as his
large and longish arms surrounded my tall for a broad five ten frame, his
six foot four height towering over me as we hugged a deep and sincere hug
of friendship, his wife almost my size joining in as well.
   "Great to meet you in real life too, finally, my...Master" I whispered
loudly back to him as a fellow passenger nosingly overheared my comment as
she scooted close by past us but not before shooting us a look of envious
disgust as her walking pace increased.
   "Nam' ", as he likes to be called, his nom de e-plume being Namaste
Master, and I had met online when I responded to one of his general posts
in the alt.sadistic Usenet group, exactly what about I don't remember, and
being new and curious about the BDSM lifestyle had offered myself to him as
a cyber and chat and phone slave.  Over the course of the next few months
we had become friends as well as teacher and student and Master and Slave.
His subwife Cathy didn't mind at all, they having an open and different
kind of marriage than most, she even participating sometimes during our
chatroom and voice-phone training sessions.  My poetic thoughts and
affections could wax infinitely about all his positive and even some of his
more interesting negatively balancing attributes, but let's just say that
he thinks different, acts different, eats different, talks different,
writes different, and now in my arms my nose next to his face as we
friendly hug and kiss even smells different than any man I've ever known.
   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++
   The ride from the airport to his modest home in west Raleigh took
forty-five minutes to go the six miles, the infamous traffic on I-40 that
he told me about being as bad as the time I went on a business trip to
Chicago and got caught on the infamous Eisenhower Expressway in the middle
of rush hour there too.  A light dusting of half-melted snow glistened like
so much h2o'd bleached beachsand through the edge of the veil of deep woods
that '40 tunneled through.  Easing off the eightlane up the offramp and
down Harrison Avenue, my Master made noises about eating dinner first
before going to the house, taking me on a quick tour of what was left of
"old Cary".
   The three of us ate dinner at the Outback steakhouse in Cary. 
Conversation between he and I was lively but not forced on any and every
topic we could think of, except the most obvious one that has brought me a
thousand miles from Kansas City to my Master.  My fellow Subbie interjected
this thought or that observation from time to time appropriately, but kept
her presence pretty much lowkeyed in the background despite sitting
snuggled next to me in the highbacked booth.  Subwife orders her steak
medium, and I medium rare, but Nam' steps in and tells the waiter with
polite domination that "she'll have hers rare; put it on the grille just
long enough to warm it, but make sure it's left good and bloody" the waiter
looking surprised by his command but scribbling it down on his order pad
anyway.
   That evening my Master tied me and SubCathy up and did some mild scenes
with us, but nothing wild, nothing extravagant like we would have on the
morrow.  He seemed to take devlish delight in nipple clipping both myself
and Cathy together as we knelt wrists tied behind respective backs sitting
across from each other, little luv brushes across our backs with a birch
rod bundle making us pull back from each other stretching our nipples and
breasts out loopingly horizontally as we did.
   SubCathy ran to the grocery store as a fairly heavy downfall of snow
began, fearful that we might be snowed in without a way to get necessary
supplies later that weekend.  "Don't worry, Slave Jen..." my Master
informed me as he took slow delights with me in our momentary privacy by
lightly caning me as I knelt over his lap my pinkish tampon string hanging
evidenced of similar color to my redding backside as his dominating mastery
of me continued "...it's been very warm and sunny for the past two days,
the roadsurfaces are too warm for the snow to stick, we'll still be able to
have our outing tomorrow..."
   The front door then bedroom door creaked open as Cathy came in to our,
my Master's and my, playtime.  She had been gone for over two hours,
obviously trying to give us a little privacy.  She was sweet.  I hoped to
become as practiced and thoughtful a' slave to my shared Master and friend
as she was to her husband and Master too.
   Blindfold being folded over and around my eyes as my body lay prone on
the rough cotton fabric sheets my face buried in a pillow pushing the scarf
being used as a gag deeper into my mouth restricting my air supply my
wrists and ankles stretched taught to the four posts of the modern
manufactured Colonial-style tubed waterbed my fellow Sub, Cathy, switched
for a second as her bare hand layed into my openly splayed cunt as my
Master shoved his condom-covered cock deep inside my ass while working my
heaving shoulderblades with a taming touch of his birchrod bundle.  Tying
us together in a peapod sixty-nine, Master worked whatever hole of either
of us he wished with his cock as his leathered riding crop popped and stung
whatever fleshmounds caught his sweetly wicked eye whether that flesh be
breast or buttock or back or legs.  Dimutaed but not spent we three slept
as Master and Slaves should, equals but different, different in our chosen
roles but not in our respect or love for each other.
   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++
   SubCathy kissed me full on the lips good-bye as my Master Namaste and I
walked down the flagstone walk to his car and our destiny.  I shook and
shuddered this time not from rushing anticipation but from real creeping
fear.  As much as I thought I knew about him and even after a good night's
play session, our relationship in a couple of hours was going to go from
that of play to very, very drop-dead serious.  Always be careful what you
want, for you just might get it, especially if you work hard for months and
months for it.
   Our backpack full of supplies and accouterments bounced off the backseat
and onto the floorboard as his oldish Taurus wagon jostled along the rough
two lane blacktop country road towards the entrance to Raven Rock State
Park.  Being a total masochist and painpig and hurtslut but not an
exhibitionist I had expressed some misgivings about doing my initiation on
public land in a state-owned public park, but Nam' had poo-pooed my fears
telling me that Raven Rock Park was huge and that he knew most every square
inch of it having gone there way before it was even a park and not to sweat
it that he knew of a perfectly totally private place for us.  A park ranger
drove up behind us as we waited having gotten there a few minutes before
opening time, unlocking the huge Masterlock and welcoming us on in.
   My new L.  L.  Bean hiking boots quickly accumulated a corona of snow
and ice on their bottoms and around their edges as my back ached from its
gearload and my uterus protested my cycle and my eyes hurt from the glare
of the deepwoods snowblanket as Nam' spun us off the marked path and up and
down a couple of steep ravines and further along a deer trail that only he
and not even the deer could see.  My right ankle finding an old stumphole
that had been camouflaged by the fresh layer of pristine snow that fell
just hours before, my heart and desires and fanatsies all snapped with the
same sound as what sounded like my ankle breaking like a dried old twig.  I
screamed.
   "Nammy!!!..." I cried I mean I literally cried calling out to him in my
special pet name that only I was permitted to call my Master "...I think
I've broken my ankle...damn it to hell!!!"
   "Let me take a look..." he said as his pack dropped to the ground and my
one-fiftyish weight dropped with no ceremony atop it, his hands unlacing my
boot and examining and poking and proding my limb which still shone light
ropemarks from the night before "...nope, no bruising, no swelling much, no
bones sticking through, you probably just sprained it a little...here,
that's the noise you heard, silliest JenSlave of mine..." he chuckling as
an old but thick freshly broken twig was fished out of the shallow old hole
that once held a tallish tree "...c'mon, we don't have much further to
go...you'll be alright...c'mon, we....you have come too far not to complete
your journey now".
   Placing my arm on his broad shoulders we sauntered through these woods
he apparently knew so well, busting our way through a thicket of short
Christmas-type spruce trees until we came to a roundish clearing about
sixty yards in diameter, two lone oak trees about six feet apart each about
two feet around at their trunks being in the almost exact center of the
circle.  Kinda five or six feet in front of them was an old fireplace ring
on the ground made from loosely assembled fist-sized to basketball-sized
rocks, a dark pile of old ashes in the middle of the fire ring shading the
white snow above them gray.  To either side of the firering and almost
parallel to the two oak trees were two faerie stools made from three or
four oblong riverstones with flattened surfaces, large and sturdy enough
for someone to sit on.  The site was old but recently used site for ritual
purposes.  The thoughts of what kind of ritual purposes raced through my
mind.  Surely my Master wasn't involved in evil rituals, not the
non-consensual or truly evil ones at least.
   "It's time, Slave Jen...it's time..." he barked to me "...drop your pack
and be very, very still".
   Angular rays and shadows pierced the forest deep as the morning sun
continued its routine rise above the North Carolina countryside.  My Master
fumbled the stuff he needed out of the packs initially, going off for a few
moments to find some decent firewood.  The cold started to peek through my
skisuit as I stood motionless in the level chill, but I didn't dare break
command and move even to shuffle my feet to keep them warm, an involuntary
shiver from the cold and from anticipation catching his notice as he built
and lit a teepee-style fire above the old patch of snow-covered ashes.
   The heat from the building fire felt kind to my skin as Master began
shedding my clothes after I pulled my boots off, my ankle still sore but
feeling much better now.  Leaving me in bra and panties only between the
trees having let me put my socks and boots back on to keep my tootsies from
being frostbit, Master then dug out from his pack and fiddled with a
portable CD player and set of battery-powered speakers for a moment, sounds
of a Gregorian chant album eeeking tinny from the tiny speakers softly but
loud enough to mask over choruses of noises I knew would be coming soon
fromth mine lips.
   My southern European Italian and Greek ancestry thin blood made me
shiver in the equivalent of northern European cold.
   "Are you ready, my Slave Jen...are you ready for the last step of your
first beginning, your new life as my total and complete slave?..."
   "Yes, Master...I am...I am ready..." noises were made as our eyes sought
each other out, his gaze fixing so deeply upon mine that all doubt left
seconds ago was now gone as his hands roughly pulled my bra and panties off
me, his hands slapping my tits and ass and wherever he wished as he wished.
   "Then kneel and kiss, then."
   I knelt naked in the snow and kissed his boots as he knelt over me and
slapped my ass as hard as he could leverage.  Touching my shoulder to lift
me up as ropes and cuffs came forth I soon found myself war-eagled between
the two sacred oak trees, wrists bound and arms pulled taught upwards,
ankles bound and legs spread open wide horizontally towards the trunks of
the trees.  The yellow and orange flames of the fire moments before now
wimpering down to red-hot coals, waves of heat shimmering and shattering
the holographic cold that surrounded me.  Eyes open my mouth was partially
closed with a shaped leather gag with air holes punched in the front.  My
Master's hands roughly slapped at my breasts, hitting them much harder than
I thought he would have but glad that he did, before moving around to my
ass and open cunt, his roughened skin peeling into my softer with an
untamed force.
   Then "thheeewwwhacckkk!!!" as a cat o'nine tails found my nakedly
exposed back from nowhere.  I hadn't seen the whip come out of any of the
packs before feeling it.  Making a show of it, Master dipped the dangles
into the sticking snow for a few seconds between each stroke to my front
too, taking great delight as my eyes widened and screams of very real pain
and delightful dread hiccupped forth from the deepest part of my soul to my
mouth, my screams being orchestrated to the timing of the chants coming
from CD player's external speakers, a perfect harmony of pain and pleasure.
   He didn't hold back.  I didn't want him to.  The love I felt for my
Master I know had to show throw the windows to my soul of my eyes as my
body convulsed and thrashed from the continuing rain of blows to all parts
of my naked putrid flesh save my very nice and pedicured feet protected by
my Bean boots thank you very much.  Trickles of blood started oozing from
dermal abrasions on my tits and stomach and back, cold freezing their
runnings in place on my pinkening pale flesh.
   Rockets of pain shot through my very soul when Master then started
caning my breasts and butt and back.  Sideways flicking my nipples with
short punchy swipes, hitting anglely enough not peel them off but hard
enough to send pure bolts of pain through them to the center of my brain, I
know I had to have passed out for a moment as Master got a look of concern
on his face and went over to the packs to fumble through them.
   An ammonia cap being broken under my nose bringing me back to
consciousness, he continued his initial workover of me with a large studded
paddle.  Hitting my forced tied pussy square with it, I couldn't help but
pee myself after the blow, the blow sending such a mixed measure of
pleasure and pain.  He just smiled and laughed at my temporary incontinence
as he threw something atop the coals its handle hanging over the perimeter
rocks that contained them as he approached me closer, removing the gag
which had muffled my screams so effectively.
   In his hand was a scalpel, it's new disposable blade glinting in the
rays of the rising sun which now shone closer overhead.  "Are you ready,
Slave Jen, to become my property, my Slave for life, once and for all, for
all eternity?"
   "Yes, Master...YES!!!..." I shouted and hissed at him in reply "...do
it, do it now!!!"...make me your Slave, mark me, brand me, do it now!"
   His day old unshaven beard broken highlighted how without misogyny his
heart felt, his smile of love and devotion to me, his Slave, just melting
my heart.  While he enjoyed all we had done and would do, it had been me
initially and not him that had brought up the subject after he made a
passing reference to it in one of our past cyber training times together.
   "Kiss and suck the blood of your Master first, Slave!" he commanded me
as in one motion he pricked a main artery in his wrist with his new
scalpel, a squirt of blood geysering towards my face as he held it an inch
away from my mouth.  I searched his eyes for pain but didn't see any.  He
had simply willed his body and soul to me with one decisive flick of the
edge without fear.  The thin streamed of heart-forced blood tasted so sweet
in my mouth.  I sucked and sucked it's nourishing and metamorphosing
nutrients into the deepest recesses of places I didn't want to acknowledge
even existed even then.  As I sucked, extreme clotting took place way too
quickly for an ordinary human but then again my Master wasn't ordinary by
any stretch of the imagination, and the font of my change stopped for a
second.
   His well-wielded scalpel then knifeplayed all over my body,
gingerslicing me just enough to leave traces and ever so slightly open the
top layer of my skin up in places but not often or deep enough to where it
would leave permanent scars after a week or two of healing.  Healing. 
That's what my Master was doing to me and the epiphany of it hit me like
the ton of proverbial bricks, he was healing me, healing my wounded soul.
   His hand roughly mauled my open cunt and pulled my saturated tampon out.
Using it like a Renaissance master artist, the essence of my feminine being
was collaged over the base color of the strokes of his scalpelplay, its
salty chemistry stinging my deliwounds more bitterly than the capillarial
blood than initially ran from underneath them.  My mouth opened up and
screamed a scream of rebirth.  His mouth found mine as he kissed me deeply,
his arms pulling me to him before pulling back and shoving my wiped but
still fresh-soaked tampon in my mouth.  Our eyes not breaking contact, I
chewed on the blood-soaked rayon in act of both perfect defiance and
perfect submission.  A long couple of yards away from me, the shaft of
branding iron was turning from black to grey as its designhead became white
atop the yellow-orange of the glowing coals.  Nam' tugging the string I
released my oral grip on my feminine appliance Master tossed it to the edge
of the open circle in the deep woods of our power and soul exchange like so
much superflouy, his mouth finding mine once again before leaning back away
from me once more, with a "it's time, Slave, it IS time..,"
   On my reddened and nicked and knifeworked chest, more specifically the
front to left side of my left breast, a practiced hand drew "my" design"
with razor-pointed felt tip pen, the design of my Master's symbol of
ownership of me, a design so special and sacred to me that I dare not speak
of it even now except in the most general of terms.  The red-dotted scalpel
being waved before my eyes I was hypnotized by its cobra charm.  Master
broke his gaze to focus on the task at hand.  Breaking my skin and muscle
as it broke whatever remained of my free will, the slipstream edge of the
blade carved into my titflesh like a metal jetstream parting the old me
from the new me.  Miscellaneous torrents of blood poured from my
designwound, the smell of fresh blood mingling with the smell of old
menstrual blood from the woundpainting I had received just a moment prior.
   As the scalpel continued its paring of the dead part of my soul from the
newly born entity of it, I didn't scream.  I don't know why, but I just
didn't.  Master Namaste searched my eyes for reasons why for a moment and
finding none continued finishing up his edgeplay claiming of me.
   Going over to the firering, he scooped some damp cold ashes out from one
side of the old fireplace.  Shoving them under my nose for me to smell,
they stunk of cold and bitter and funky.  I didn't react.  I didn't react
until he smeared the ancient darkening substance into my open claiming body
design, a scream I know my dearest mother in Kansas City who would have
fainted at best if not had a heart attack at worse if she knew I was giving
my body and soul totally to my new Master in such a way as this might have
heard from its raw volume, the acidity and impurity of the old and wise
ashes giving a new purity of purpose to my life as I screamed and screamed
and screamed until oxotosis and carbon dioxide build up in my system
finally took place and made me lose my breath, Nam' just smiling a sweet
smile of knowing he had done his job all too well.
   Before I could recovere fully, he darted over to the firering and came
back with the white-hot brand.  He had told me earlier that the hotter the
brand was at time of placement the better it would be for me, since a third
degree burn was a third degree burn and the quicker the brand was on and
off my flesh the better it would be for me, but even after having his mark
of ownership carved and sooted into my left breast I still wasn't ready for
this.
   "No!!!...please, Master, NOOOO!!!.." I screamed so loudly from my
diaphragm and third chakra that again my bladder released and a chug of
stomach acid rose up to my throat but it was too late.  Vain spasms were
made as I pulled what little slack there was in the ropes that bound me
between the companion trees that had been my witnesses to my eternal
transformation.  The faint smell of burned flesh whiffed to my nostrils as
the searing brand cooled itself on the outside flank of my right asscheek.
A few loose flakes of happy snow fell from the apogee of the sky as melting
fingers of frozen precipitation plunged from branches nearby their whiff
whiff and plop plop on the crusted woodsfloor echoing happy murmurings
within my heart.  As my life's ether broke free of my earthly shell and
slammed through the walls that surrounded my Master's heart, my
consciousness faded as the pain from the sizzling emblazone began its
rushing trickle towards my medulla.
   Silence.  Silence in my mind.  Silence in the sentry woods that
surrounded our sacred space.  Silence from my Master.  Only my own heart
beat to keep time to the rhythm of my new life.  Slowly my pulse
hydrauliced my eyelids open to reveal the sight of my Master Namaste.  The
sun was three-quarters to the west, two or three hours or more having
passed since my passing out from the finishing pain of the brand, the last
mark of Nam's ownership beguiling this humble painslut's ultimate
realization.  My bonds were gone as Master cradled me close to him as he
held my naked and bleeding body bleeding both from my untamponed cunt and
the superficial knifeplay peelscratches that he had given earlier as we lay
close on the hardish frozen ground wrapped Indian-style in an old blanket.
The scarification device on my left breast and my still smelly of
firedestroyed flesh on my right buttcheek pulsed with an unsyncopated
dissonance.  Master's lips melted to mine as my trickling bleeding cunt
melted to his probing fingers as I shivered from the cold and my total
submission and he from his heating passion and total dominance of every
earthly molecule of my body.
   Tears flowed from the corners of my eyes.  Not from the pain of my new
birth for that felt pleasant if not ecstatic but from the pain of an old
life and self given up for the past promise and now realized reality of the
presentness of my total loss of innocence.
   A large hand gently popping both my ash-filled scar of identity and my
new blistered brand of possession, Master urged me to my feet and pile of
clothes so that we could scurry out of our voluntary confinement of altered
universe and back home to Raleigh where I would eventually assume my role
as co-Sub and wife to my Master and his primary.  As I half-staggered out
of the main trail of Raven Rock State Park holding on to my Master for
balance still drunk with my endorphin rush from the purest pain sources
happily received, the park ranger that had let us in that morning ushered
us out locking the gate behind us but not before his nose twitched picking
up the bloodhound scenttrail of blood and burned flesh that shed off my
healing body and healed soul giving us a curious but harmless look as the
sun set below the trees and my future rose above my Master.
   +++++++++++++++++++
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   Sister's Blood Sacrifice by NamasteMaster
   (MF, MFF, FF, adult bro/sis incest, very heavy BDSM, extreme torture,
caution, needleplay, fireplay, knifeplay, edgework, mild WS, consensual
snuff, euthanasia)
   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Standard Disclaimer & Legal Stuff: The following story is
adult fiction intended for private reading by adults over eighteen (18)
years of age ONLY or a higher age if required by the political jurisdiction
where you reside...if you are under eighteen years of age, you are required
to exit now from your browser if accessing through a communications network
or delete this file if accessing it through a local disk system...the
following story depicts sexual acts which if they were perpetrated in real
life would be against the law in all countries and localities; if merely
possessing descriptions of sexual acts which would be against the law if
committed in "real life" is against the law in the political jurisdiction
where you live, you are required to exit access from this story and/or
delete this story immediately...the following story is a work entirely
fictitious and the characters, names, places, dates, acts depicted etc. 
bear no resemblance to any persons living or dead or events and acts which
may or may not have taken place at some point in time....the author who is
using the pseudonym above retains all rights of publication to this
story...individual readers of legal age my freely possess this story and
distribute it to other readers of legal age on a strict non-commercial
basis...storage of this story on any commercial website or by any other
means of storage and retrieval for commercial purposes is strictly
prohibited without written consent of the originating author. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
   My sweetest and dearest kidsister Karen looked into my eyes, begging me
to finish what I had started two days ago.  Begging me to finish her.  No,
not finish her.  Begin her.  Begin to give her her release so her soul
could be free of its ravaged and diseased corpulent shell.  My hands
roughly mauled her tits, her blood flowing freely from their consensual and
voluntary wounds dripping over my fingers splattering to the ground below
us as our eyes met and our lips kissed one last time as Suzy my wife lashed
her back mercilessly with the rattan cane.  Leaning to one side to pick up
my large Bowie knife which was to be the instrument of my dear sister's
freedom, time froze and reality centered as Karen and I both radared our
mutual gazes to the glint of clouded sunlight highlighting off the
razor-sharp edge of the blade.
   Karen and I had always been beyond close as brother and sister.  Beyond
close, but not ever crossing the line into incest, at least not until very
recently.  Well, not crossing our line.  Our line since our teen-age years
may very well indeed be into incest according to some others, but not to
us.
   When I was sixteen and Karen was thirteen, she had come to in a funk
because Bobby Fulgum her so-called boyfriend back then in her seventh grade
had finally got her to kiss him and then broke up with her because he said
she was a lousy kisser.  I tried to tell her he broke up with her because
she wouldn't let him get past second-base, but she didn't want to hear it,
was convinced it was because she was a lousy kisser.  So being the nice big
brother that I was and am, I promised to show her how to kiss, not that I
had kissed that many girls but I had kissed enough to show her.
   So one Saturday afternoon when our parents were gone to the grocery
store to shop and I had to stay home to mow the grass and Karen had to be
home as well to help do some laundry, we went downstairs to my basement
bedroom and I began showing her how to kiss.  At first it did feel like,
well, kissing my sister, even though our kissing rapidly went from
lip-to-lip to tongue-to-tongue.  My arms holding her close to me, it was a
good half an hour later after we first started before nature took its
inevitable course and she noticed a bulge poking her thigh as she sat in my
lap as we sat on the edge of my bed.
   "Speedy..." she ah-hemed, using the nickname she and everyone else had
called me since I was a little kid, I not minding hating my given name
"Stephan" anyway "...is that what I think it is?"
   "What do you think it is, Sis?"
   "A hard-on?...Silly!"
   "Silly yourself...what do you know about hard-ons?"
   "I know I've never seen one...can I?"
   "I don't know..."
   "C'mon, p-l-e-a-s-e?..."
   I have to admit that all sorts of thoughts were racing through my head
at that moment.  While not a virgin, I had only actually screwed two other
girls.  But this was Karen, my kidsister, if we both were turned on by our
kissing tutorial I was giving her.  I thought long and hard for a moment
while grinning at her al the time to stall for a second.
   "Well..maybe...under two conditions...first, we don't tell anyone, you
don't even tell Mary Ellen (her best friend at the time)...and..."
   "...and?..."
   "...you have to show me yours, too.."
   "Deal...I'm on my period now, though..."
   "I don't care...I still want to see..."
   "...'K..."
   I rose and she sat down on the edge of my bed as I flipped my cock out
from my jeans.
   "Touch it, Karen..suck on it..." I half-ordered her.
   "No....NOOoooo!...that's sick!....that's gross!..."
   "TOUCH IT!...play with it!" I commanded her again.
   "No!....I'm not going to touch your thing!...that would be incest,
anyway...I just wanted to see what a real one looked like, anyway..."
   "Well, then, show me yours..."
   "Okay..."
   Karen pulled her loose slipover sundress up to her waist as she leaned
back on the bed, her white cotton panties glaring in my room's diffused
light from curtains drawn.  Slipping her panties down, a thin pinkish
Tampax string hung from her tiny closed labia.
   "Well, if you're not going to touch mine, at least touch yourself, play
with yourself so I can watch..."
   "No, I'm not going to do that either, Speed'...I promised you could look
at mine if you showed me yours...well, you've seen mine and now I've seen
yours...can we get back to our kissing lesson now?"
   "Sorry Sis but I simply have to get some relief...stay just like
that...I'll be right back..."
   I ran the ten steps to my halfbath in my bedroom and got a handful of
toilet paper and rushed back before she could change her mind.
   "Well then, Punkinhead (a petname our father used to call her which she
absolutely hated), if you ain't gonna touch my prick at least open your
legs up some more so I can get a better view and jack off some..."
   "Can we kiss some more after you finish whacking off?"
   "What do you know about whacking off?...oh, never mind...sure..."
   Karen popped of the bed real quick, slipped her dress off in a flash but
left her 32A bra on and lewdly reclined back on to the bed sideways so I
could see her open cunt for all its glory as I stood close beside her,
furiously beating my meat as she leaned her head up to watch and giggle at
me as I spanked the monkey all the way home, my come spurting with so much
pressure that it sprayed all over her torso and even to her face some as my
knees buckled a little and my breath became gaspy.
   "Yuck...YUCK!, Speedy, yuck!...look at the mess you've made on
me!...yuck!..."
   "You might as well get used to it Sis...any boyfriend you have in the
future will spurt come too so might as well as get used to it."
   Karen eased off the bed to scoot to my bathroom to clean herself off
before slinking back and putting her sundress back on and plopping back
down on the bed.
   "Can we finish our kissing lesson now?"
   "Sure..."
   We kissed and kissed and kissed.  And kissed.  A car door was heard
slamming shut hard and we knew Mom and Dad were back with the groceries.  I
still had about a quarter of the lawn to do and Karen had to finish folding
the clothes from the dryer, after we helped get the groceries in from the
car.
   Dad's eyes looked kind of funny at us as we both bob-bobbed up the
stairs from my lower-level bedroom.
   "You kids been good while we were gone?...your chores finished?"
   "Yeah, we' been good Daddy, and y-e-s our chores are almost finished."
   He shot us continuing funny looks for the rest of the day like he was
trying to figure something out that he wasn't sure he wanted to figure out.
   And from that day on, Sis and I would be kissy-face with each other for
the rest of our lives.  Never past that point, but always at it.  When one
of us would have a real bad day at school or one of us would break up or be
broken up by a boy or girlfriend or just needed some comfort and support we
would always wind up in each other's arms kissing away, holding each other
close, our tongues mingling and wrestling with each other's.  And yes, I
would invariably get a hard-on after a few minutes of doing so and Sis did
confess to me a couple of years later that she also invariably got a little
wet too but we never crossed that imaginary and artificial cultural line.
   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
   A couple or three years later I went to State as Sis stayed home and
finished high school and we began to go our separate ways and lead our
separate lives.  Still we would talk usually a couple of times or more per
week depending.  Sometimes more and sometimes less.  And when I came home
or the rare times she came to see me in my dorm even though I only lived
ten miles or so from home we would invariably wind up in each other's arms
kissing and holding each other close and tell each other our most inner
secrets and fears and dreams never losing that true intimacy we had
accidentally created so many years before.
   Punkinhead, errrrr, Karen decided she didn't want to go college but
wanted to become a nurse instead, so when she finished high school she
enrolled in Wake Tech's RN program where she could go to school fulltime
for a semester and then co-op as part of the curriculum for the next
semester and so forth until she got her AAS in nursing degree and could sit
for the exam a year later after twelve more months of clinical experience.
   A month after she graduated from Wake Tech and was second in her class
GPA-wise and had not just a job but also a three thousand dollar signing
bonus from Rex Hospital for signing a contract for two years of employment
at more money than I was then making as a high school boy's gym teacher and
assistant athletic coach at Garner Senior High that being a decent first
job to use my PhysEd degree for, Karen rented an apartment in the same
complex where I lived off Lake Boone Trail which also was near her work and
our relationship as super-tight brother and sister-friends became even
closer.
   Which was great and would have been perfect, except for the fact that I
had been living with my then-girlfriend Suzy for about a year then, and
Karen's and mine intimate kissing sessions began to feel almost like
cheating to me.  Hell, they did feel like cheating to me.  Especially after
Suzy came home a couple of hours early from having to go in on a Sunday to
catch up on some paperwork at the wholesale fabric broker where she worked
and caught us red-handed and very red-faced.
   She seemed to be angry just for second but almost immediately calmed
down.  Then a sly almost wicked grin spread her across her face.  Suz' and
I were planning on getting married someday even though our engagement
wasn't formal yet.  I certainly didn't want to do anything to lose her. 
Except for my kissing sessions with my kidsister, my sex life was pretty
ordinary if not downright dull and had always been that way.  Sex with Suzy
was very nice most of the time and really great on occasion, but something
like what she had flung open the front door to witness as Karen and I were
making out like bandits albeit fully clothed in all our innocent glory was
something before that moment I'd have bet our wedding savings account on
that Suzy would have broken up with me over.  But it didn't happen.
   "I see you two are more than...friends...more than brother and
sister....hhhmmmm?"
   "Please, Suzy..." I stammered "....it's..."
   "It's what, Speedy?...not what it looks like?"
   "...no...it's really not..."
   Her smile was now a grin as she knelt down on the floor beside the couch
we were half-frozen in position from embarrassment and fear.
   "It's okay, really, Speed'...my sister and I are close like you and
Karen...really!"
   I searched her eyes for any hint of sarcasm or set-up but didn't see
any.
   "Suzy...Suzy..." I coughed out slowly "...it's not like we actually do
anything but kiss..."
   "I know...just like Julie and me...that's all we do too, and have since
we were kids..."
   "Us too!" Karen chimed in.
   "...we just kiss...like this..." and with that my girlfriend planted a
nice big one right on Karen's smackers.  I knew Karen had never even
considered touching another girl and now my girlfriend was kissing her
fully.  My eyes searched this weird but interesting scene unfolding before
me for any clue as to what might happen next.  Either every man's fantasy
or every man's nightmare.  But alas, it was to be neither, more or less. 
Karen reached her hand around to pull Suzy closer to her as they kissed
some more, and Suzy did the same.  Oh hell yeah it was erotic beyond
belief. A wet stain began showing through my khakis as my fully hard hard
spurted inside my briefs, its fluidity seeping through the layers of cloth
that had always protected Karen and myself from our unspoken but very real
boundaries we knew we could or would never cross.
   At that point though as my future wife and forever sister still didn't
lose their liplock of each other millimeters away from my own licking lips
I was ready to risk it all and go for it right then and there and take both
of them to bed right then.  Leaning in to them, they let me join their
kiss. My hands roaming a little not just to Suzy's bloused breasts but also
to Karen's the mood was immediately broken.
   "Speed...Speedy!" Karen scolded.
   "Yeah, what's wrong with you!?!" Suzy echoed Karen's scolding of me.
   "What's wrong with me?...what's wrong with ME!...my fiance' and sister
are kissing like two long-lost lesbian lovers and I join in and you both
let me and then you scold me for wanting to touch both of you and make love
to both of you...and you ask what's wrong with me?...Jezzzzz....what's
wrong with you two?"
   "We're not lesbian, Speedy...you know I've never kissed a girl
before...not until now..." Karen sniped at me.
   "Yeah...I know...but why...why didn't you tell me about you and Julie,
hu, Suzy?"
   "Because it was none of your business, fee-ahn-say...and if I had, I was
sure you'd want something like this that almost happened to happen..."
   "What's wrong with that?...what's wrong with making love to the two
women I really do love?"
   "Nothing...brother dear...except I'm not lesbian or even bi, and Suz'
isn't either...now, let's do some ground rules...now..." she stated firmly
as she pulled me back into her and Suzy and our threeway kiss began again
in earnest as we somehow conversed through locked lips, the gist of it
being that no further lines would be crossed and Sis and I could continue
our kissing intimate sessions and Suzy could also have them with her too
and the three of us as well, as long as clothes stayed on and nothing
further went.  I felt like a kid who had been given the keys to a candy
store only to find all the cookie and candy jar superglued shut, but at
least things were out in the open now and Suzy was cool with Sis and me.
   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
   A couple of months after that, after Sis had moved in a couple of
buildings down from mine in our Mission Trace apartment complex and our
lives began synching really well together, she coming over a couple of
times per week or I going over there and we just sitting on the couch
together and talking and kissing and being best friends as well as brother
and sister like we had for years and sometimes Suzy joining our little
smooch sessions too and once in a great while Suzy and Karen even smooching
but never going further than that by themselves, Karen mentioned that
finally she had let her boyfriend that she had been seeing steady for the
past six months or so finally move in with her, mainly to save some on her
rent, I think.
   A month or so after that, she told me during one of our suckface
sessions, she had done something to piss Tony off really bad, run his car
with the radiator running hot for a short trip because hers was in the shop
and she was borrowing his to get back and forth to work on, and instead of
blowing his top by yelling and screaming or even being a coward and
physically abusing her, he had instead overpowered her and turned her over
his knee despite the fact she genuinely fought him tooth-and-nail to keep
from doing so and had spanked her butt barehanded until she was so sore so
could hardly walk the two hundred yards over to see me let alone be on her
feet hardly all day at work.
   "Want to see those near-bruises he put on my butt, Speed'?"
   "No...no, that's okay Sis..." I smiled back at her, she catching finally
what she had offered to me just then.  She then went on to tell me that the
harder she fought his spanking of her, the more being overpowered by him
really turned her on, so much so that after he had finished whipping her
tail that she had nearly forcibly dragged HIM to the bedroom and nearly
raped HIM she was so turned on.
   "He didn't need any encouragement after I nearly tore his clothes off of
him, Speedy...he tied me up with some old clothesline cord, put clothespins
on my nipples, spanked my open pussy, whipped my back and butt and pussy
with his belt, made me suck him off as he mouth-fucked me, 'just made me
his total slut and slave, and God, Speed', I just enjoyed it so much!" she
continued as we held each other close as we traded sweet kisses.
   "I'm happy for you, Sis...happy that you've found what and who really
makes you happy..."
   "....y-ea-h..." she sighed contentedly.
   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
   That was three years ago past.  Now is three years hence.  We, Karen and
now-wife Suzy and me, are canoeing down the Northeast Cape Fear River along
the Angola Bay Gameland area to a secluded spot I found with Jim my old
canoeing buddy when we did this stretch of river during a week-long trip we
made from the headwater of the NE Cape Fear all the way down to Wilmington.
   Three years ago past minus sixty days my dearest sister Karen was
healthier and happier and fitter than the proverbial horse.  She had a job
she loved, lived with a man she loved with whom she had an unusual
relationship with but one that was based on mutual respect and was totally
valid, and lived a life she loved.
   Three years minus sixty days plus one day she fell down at work
unexpectedly as she puttered down the sixth floor hall at Rex Hospital
making her way from her nurse's station to a patient room, one of the
doctors seeing her fall for no apparent reason and helping her back up only
to have her fall again, this time passing out into unconsciousness in the
process.  For three days she lay in Rex's ICU as they shuttled her
near-lifeless body in and out to do assorted tests on her near-corpse.  Dad
came up to see her one time and couldn't handle the sight of her just
laying there nearly flatlinning.  Mom came up a couple of times a day but
just for a few minutes.  I took three vacation days and basically never
left her bedside, Suzy bringing me sandwiches and soup from the hospital's
snackbar to keep me going.  I never stopped holding her hand.  And when I
was sure the coast was clear for a few moments, my lips would bind with
hers as I tried to give her some of my own life-force even if that meant
shortening my own lifespan.
   The MRI, actually both MRI's because the doctors truly didn't believe
what they saw in the first one, showed a cancerous glob at the top of her
medulla inside her brain at the back of her head and cancerous tentacles
that had progressed all the way to the frontal cortex.  Way too much cancer
to even consider operating.  Strange, too, because the main cancer mass
should have really impacted her vision badly, making her nearly blind, but
it hadn't, she hadn't complained of any visions problems even as recent as
the day she fell and went comatose in the hall.
   The doctors didn't expect her to ever wake up.  They fully expected her
to die within a week or so as she lay there with tubes running in and tubes
running out of her.  But on the third day, she awoke.  She awoke to my
kissing her.  She kissed me back.
   "It doesn't look good, does it, Speed'?"
   "No, Sis, it doesn't..."
   Mom and Pop wanted her to come back home, but she wanted to spend her
last days with me and Suzy.  Mom and Pop's feelings were really, really
hurt.
   Her doctors, who all knew and respected her as they were colleagues who
had worked together since she had graduated from Wake Tech and took her job
at Rex, didn't pull any punches with her.
   "You've got a week, maybe two, thirty days at the outside, Karen..." Dr.
Mauny who was chief of oncological surgery at the Rex Cancer Center had
told her as plainly and without emotion as he could tell her.
   Mom and Pop got even angrier with me that I wouldn't try to pressure
Karen into spending her last days with them.  She wanted to spend her last
sunrises and sunsets as much with me as she possibly could, and I wanted
her to.  They came over just twice more to see her, their only daughter,
before "the talk" happened that had placed the three of us, Karen and Suzy
and myself, in an eighteen-foot rented canoe easing down the Northeast Cape
Fear River.  Tony, Karen's long-time live-in ess-ooh had freaked out really
bad too when Dr.  Mauny had told him the grim to say the least prognosis
concerning his maybe-future wife.  After Dr.  Mauny had left, he asked me
to leave the room for a few moments, and had told Karen to more or less
move out anyway if she was dying, to go ahead and move in with me and spend
her last days with me that he didn't care that I could come get her shit
whenever but basically not to come back to their apartment.  It's one thing
to be a Dominant in a BDSM relationship, it's another thing to be a jerk,
altogether.
   As the cancer progressed Karen lost her appetite almost completely and
began losing weight rapidly.  Dr.  Mauny and other physicians prescribed
morphine sulfate tablets which is almost like a legal form of heroin which
helped some.  Two weeks after she moved in with Suzy and me, the three of
us now openly sleeping naked in the same bed together at night, Karen quit
taking her super souped-up narcotic pills, claiming she didn't need them
because she wasn't feeling any pain.  I knew when that happened that the
end was very close indeed.
   As the three of us lounged naked in bed together one Saturday night,
each night potentially being my Sister Dear's last on this earth, kissing
and smooching and now openly trading happy gropes and touches between the
three of us for mutual comfort and support, she dropped a bombshell on Suzy
and me.
   "Speed?...brother dear?..."
   "Uh-hu..."
   "...make love to me, Speed..."
   "...but,...but Sis..."
   "...no butts to it, Speed'...make love to me...get your belt and whip my
tail with it, God I miss Tony dom'ing me so much, beat my ass with your
belt as I lean over your knee in your lap and Suzy..."
   "Yes, Karen?"
   "...Suzy, as Speedy whips my tail with his belt, I want you to grab and
maul my tits and nipples...will you do that for me, Suzy, my best
girlfriend?" she asked if not pleaded if not whimpered from fear and pain
and frustration.
   "Sure...Karen...whatever you'd like..." Suzy responded not to my entire
surprise as we three broke our kiss and smooch in the dark to flip some
lights on to a new and different night and day.
   Karen's waisting-away shell of a body felt feather-light as she lay
across my lap, Suzy handing me my belt uncoiled from my Dockers dropped on
the floor.  "Count, Slave, Count!" I commanded my sweetest sister, trying
to fulfill what I thought she wanted.
   "Yes, my Master!...one...two...threee-ee-ee!" she began as my belt
touched her tail hard across its width as Suzy knelt down beside us to yank
and maul her tits without pity much like milking a stubborn milkcow who you
want to punish.  Karen squirmed her tail and pushed it higher up, wanting
me to stroke the belt harder even to her redding flesh.  In the meantime
Suzy had scooted around and now had Karen sucking on her tits, pulling her
up by the hair and holding her there to make her suck on her nipples.  My
cock was pushing firm underneath as Karen continued to lay across my lap.
   "On the bed, now, NOW, Slave..." I commanded, trying to give her the
role-play I thought she needed and wanted.
   Somehow it didn't just feel right but also felt prophetic, a deja vu'
memory aging into itself.  Suzy put a Depeche Mode CD on the ceedee boombox
atop our dresser while Karen and I climbed on to the bed before Suz' joined
us momentarily.  I tried to meet Karen's eyes with mine but couldn't; her
eyes were wild-looking, looking in separate direction altogether not from
shooting passions but from the cancer increasingly steadily eating away at
her brain including the part that control vision and involuntarily muscle
movement.
   Suzy and I had tried a couple of harmless tie-up games since we had
lived together but nothing really too kinky.  We had both found them a
little silly to be honest, since we had always had no-holds-barred vanilla
sex to begin with.  But my sister Karen lying on the bed - a quivering mass
of female formed flesh that was dying cell by cell exponentially - was
begging me her brother and best friend not for sex but for comfort and
release and I wasn't going to deny her anything she wanted and neither was
her second-best-friend-in-the-whole-world and my girlfriend Suzy.
   "Speedy, please don't hold back!..." she begged so pitifully "...slap
me, beat me, abuse me, tie me up, ass-rape me!...you and Suzy
too!...please....PLEASE make me happy, Speed', that's all I ask, make me
happy, do what you want to with me, PLEASE, MASTER!"
   I didn't want to hurt my precious kidsister.  But I knew that for her
pain wasn't pain but was pleasure and release, release from her actual pain
of dying.  All our lives since that first innocent kiss we had been in
total denial about our real feelings towards each other.  But no longer. 
No point in rowing down that River Of De-Nile any longer.  She could die
any moment and we all knew it.
   "Suck my cock, SLAVE!" I barked as Suzy pushed her over to all fours and
I rammed my cock between those sweet lips that had caressed mine so
lovingly so many times now caressing my cock equally as lovingly as my
mouth-fuck of her continued.  Suzy rising to fetch some odds and ends from
the apartment came back with sweetly evil smile barking "...my turn now,
Slave..." as she flipped Karen on her back and promptly without ceremony
sat on her face with a "..fuck her, Speed', fuck Karen while she eats me!"
   Scooting up to kiss my Suzy on the earlobe as my legs spread Karen's
open my member sliding inside her cunt so sloppy from heat I finally,
finally consumated all the feelings I had for my precious sister for so
long, a "aaahhhh....ooohhhhh..." being the only sounds Karen made for a few
moments as her cuntlap of my girlfriend and fuck of her continued.
   "Speedy, Suzy, this is fun, but I want some fun the way "I" want it,
please!" she muffled from under Suzy's muff.
   We rolled her around and hog-tied her, blindfolding her with one faux
polyester-blend silk scarf and gagging her with another.  "What the hell,
why not?" I thought to myself as I shoved my cock up her asshole unlubed by
anything save her and my sex-moisture from our previous short vanilla fuck.
Slapping her asscheeks hard as I consensually anally raped her from behind,
Suzy began slapping and grabbing and mauling her tits hard before switching
to another one of my designer Coach soft leather belts and beating her
without pity as my hand grabbed her cunt from the front pulling and
squishing her cunt into the form of my hand, the only cries from my perfect
little sister being a muffled plea for "more...more!...MORE!"
   The rest of the night Suzy and I used her as a wanton helpless
controlled sex-toy as either or both of us pleased.  More tie-up games,
more for-real beatings, more unbridled use of whatever of her orifices we
wished, more verbal domination, more of whatever we pleased, Karen's eyes
becoming more and more focused and filled with love and pleasure as the
night progressed into Sunday morning.
   "Stephan..." my sister-love whispered softly in my ear as dawn arose
that cloudy and cold morning as we three breaking crept into consciousness
from our night before our respective naked flesh being entangled with each
other's like so many wild vines.
   "...yes, Sis?..." I whispered back as Suzy awoke enough to swap light
spit with each of us before rolling off the bed to head to the bathroom.
   "...you know I've got maybe hours, no more than days to live, don't
you?..."
   "...yeah, I know the prognosis that Dr.  Mauny gave you by heart,
yeah..."
   "...then there's something I want you and Suzy to do me, for
me...something I don't think you'll do, but if you really love me, you
will..."
   "What?"
   "Wait until Suzy gets back, then I'll tell you both..."
   "Cut the crap, Sis, what is it?!?  " I implored half-fearful that she'd
want to switch and return all the loving favors I and Suze had bestowed
upon her non-corpulent -waisting-away-to-air body the night before.
   "...I'll tell you in a sec' when Suze gets back...if you really, Really,
REALLY love me, you'll do this for me."
   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
   Which is how now the gay blade of my paddle pushed us three
soul-group-mates along the requiem quiet of the Northeast Cape Fear River a
little less than a week later.  My boss was understanding and had given me
the couple of unpaid family leave days off having been concerned about
Karen's situation since I had initially told him.  Karen's head slumped
forward as she passed out for a moment before waking again to the cry of a
guardian angel kingfisher that splashed the water just a few feet away from
her near the port thwart.
   We had gone to great lengths to disguise what was really going to happen
and where.  That last Wednesday Karen had boarded a flight for Los Angeles
one-way that had a stopover at Charlotte's Douglass Airport, had snuck off
the flight between gates, had then caught a Greyhound bus with a one-way
ticket to Washington DC and had snuck off that too when it stopped to
refuel and take on more passengers at Petersburg in Virginia and Suzy and I
were waiting to pick her up a block away at the Hardee's there.  It's not
like her movements couldn't be traced if the whole of the FBI got involved,
but between the multiple switches and her very convincing suicide note that
she had sent registered mail to Mom and Pop before she left that told them
she was running off to voluntarily die in peace and anonymity somewhere
before death did take her involuntarily, it would be difficult to trace her
movements.  Especially when she put a pebble in her shoe at the airport,
dark glasses, threw her old pocketbook away after fishing a smaller and
more brightly colored on out of it along with a blind person's red-tipped
folding cane and a wig of curly red hair, the old Karen had truly been
sacrificed so the new one could chrysalis free of her earthly bonds in
peace.
   The only thing spoken the entire time to the secluded high bluff
campsite were tears which couldn't help but shatter the quiet of
commiseration and grieving loss and smiles which broke Suzy's and mine
solemn faces like so many plaster molds being shattered on the firmness of
the watery conveyance beneath our eighteen-foot hull.
   That night, we three made sweet, open, honest, and yes, YES, passionate
love.  "Vanilla" love, but real love made by real lovers love-making.  As
crickets chirped and bullfrogs croaked outside out tent and a brief gentle
rain lulled us all to sleep about 2AM that early morning our heartbeats
synched next to each other's as our hearts pressed against each other's
chests snuggled inside our 2x2 doubled-wide-zipped sleeping bags.
   "I'm ready to begin, Speedy...are you, are you and Suzy?"
   Our three pair of eyes made twenty-seven possible connections as Karen
and I kissed and Karen and Suzy kissed and then we three kissed.
   "Yes..." Suzy answered for both of us.
   A thought of my own suicide raced across my mind as Suzy fetched the
various accouterments out of a couple of waterproof ditty bags.  I couldn't
help it.  I mean, what kind of a brother would do such a thing to his own
sister, if she had so without fear or sadness begged him to do it?  If I
could be such a monster to do what my sister-love Karen had asked me to do,
then did I really deserve to live?  Do monsters really deserve to live?  Or
would I be a bigger monster if I didn't so completely love Karen so
unconditionally to have the strength to grant her her one last and forever
final request.
   "Hey, HEY, You, Speed-eee-bro, Karen to Speedy, Karen to Speedy!!!..."
she giggled at me as she sweetly elbowed me in the ribs to bring back from
my own pain and doubt "...it's okay, it's O-K-A-Y, it's what I want...I
know now how much you truly love me, Brother Dear...it's really what I want
isn't it, Suz-eewe?"
   "Yes it is..." Suze mumbled as she continued fishing things out of the
bags and laying them out.
   Karen went down to the river to bath in the chilly water.  Suzy and I
made breakfast of eggs and bacon and toast.  Karen drank some coffee as she
sat down naked on the blanket in front of the fire but didn't eat anything.
She hadn't been able to keep anything down anyway for the past couple of
weeks, and would have thrown it up from what was to come anyway.  Karen and
I made small-talk about when we were kids and if Mom and Dad would really
miss her much as we finished our coffee before Suzy naked as we all were
stood up with a "it's time, Karen".
   Fifteen minutes "on", forty-five minutes "off", that was our more or
less plan.  That way, we could stretch things out as long as possible,
fulfill my most precious sister's last wish as long and as fully as
possible.
   "My asshole first, Slave, now!" Suzy barked.
   Karen scooted between Suzy's legs and without shame shoved her tongue up
her butthole.
   "Swallow everything, now!" she barked as her bladder emptied on to her
face, Karen attempting to swallow and gulp the copious yellow flow as it
spurted forth.  "Do Speedy now too!"
   I stood up as Karen knelt before me and began pissing on her face, her
open mouth trying to be target for my pissflow, my urine stinging her eyes
and running down her chest and bare breasts.
   "Poor job, Slave, poor job indeed..." Suzy barked "...come here for your
punishment".
   Suzy began beating Karen with a belt of mine ferociously as she knelt on
all fours.  "Suck your brother as you take your punishement".  Suze's arm
got tired of the repeated thrashing of Karen's bare ass.  "Time for your
next punishment".
   I had been very, very squeamish about what I was about to do and other
things I knew we would do before the weekend was over, but this was what
Karen had wanted.  I didn't hesitate.  Suze and I lit cigarettes even
though neither one of us smoked, the noxious fumes almost making me as sick
as that time I was ten and tried an El Producto elcheapo cigar my first and
last smoking of a tobacco product before now.  We three stood up.  Suzy and
I puffed enough to get the tips of our respective cigs red with fire. 
Karen had a look of pleading-begging in her eyes.  I took a deep breath
before touching the lit cigarette to her stomach flesh.
   "Yeeooowwww!!!" Karen screamed in pain.
   I leaned in quickly to hold her close with a "...I'm...I'm sorry, Sis,
I'm sorry..."
   She shot me a look of pure scold in return as payment for my concern. 
"I though we had all agreed, I though you had agreed to help fulfill my
last fantasies and wishes, Speed'..."
   "I had, I did...I do, Sis..."
   "Then be strong for me, Brother that I love, brother that I love...be
strong..."
   "I will.." I mumbled as Suzy touched her cig to Karen's inner thigh,
making Karen scream and yell and jump sideways from the pain.
   "It's what she wants, Speed', it's what she needs..." my Suzy whispered
to me as she leaned a couple of steps over to touch Karen's whiteskin back
with a refreshed glowing tip.
   I smashed my lit cig out on Karen's left breast its blister rising
evident as the ash highlighted the boundaries of it Karen gulping for air
from the pain in the process.  Lighting another one and another one and
another one as Suzy did the same, we playfully chased Karen between us as
the sun continued its daily jog above us the smell of her singeing and
burning flesh contrasting mighty to the sun-washed clean smell of the river
near us and the woods around us, our blunt-tipped instruments of heat
torture bring so much seeming pleasure to Karen.  After a the pack of cigs
were all used up, so was Karen for a while, so we three rested, rested in
each other's arms cuddling inside the tent for a while before heading back
outside.
   "Time for switches!" Suzy cried out as she broke some thin branches off
of a nearby willow tree.  And again Suzy and I worked poor Karen over so
well, this time making her crawl around between us as our stinging and
slashing branches herded her one direction and then another.  And where the
switches hit a burn-blister square it tended to break the soft bulging
flesh open which I know had to be beyond painful for Sis but which also
seemed to make her butt quiver with an almost orgasmic delight.
   Another thirty minutes or so of willow-rod-play and my arm began to get
tired.  "Needles next!" my apparently closeted until now Dominatrix
girlfriend cheerfully chimed in.  We three sat crossed-legged in front of
each other on the blanket near the open smoldering campfire as Suze and I
peeled the sealed and sterile packs of '02 and '04 needles open, freeing up
several for immediate use.  Karen leaned into us as I focused on her left
breast and Suzy on her right one, her body shuddering with masochistic
delight when that first needle from my attention broke the flesh on the
first side of its entrance before breaking out on the exit side below, her
breast in my hand feeling so full and ripe and perfect and her reaction
being one of distanced observer instead of active participant as Suzy also
worked her needles into our friend and lover and my dearest sibling.
   "My cunt, Speed, do my cunt!"
   Leaning back Karen wantonly exposed her sopping-wet sex to us both, the
blisters from the cigarettes all over her body smelled and the open ones
from the birching bleed sometimes a clear blister fluid sometimes a mixture
of that and traces of blood as my hand now practiced a little pinned
needles through her cunt lips on either side of her labia as Suzy watched
for a moment before grabbing an '04 with a "ready now for the big one?"
asking for effect and not permission as she pegged Karen's clit completely
through not just with that one but with two more forming as a star-pattern
that made her clit visibly throb as blood trickled down the thin wire
barrelshafts, Karen finally passing out from pain and her breathing
becoming more shallow with each breath.
   I prayed, I literally silently prayed that God and Death would go ahead
and take her then and there and as much as I guiltily was enjoying doing
some of the things I had been doing to her I did love her so much as my
sister and friend and lover and simply didn't want to see her suffer any
longer even though I knew the stuff Suzy and I had been doing to her wasn't
pain for her but was pleasure instead.  But God didn't, not then.  Two or
three hours later, her breath rate increased as she snoozed inside the
tent, and she came out to the fire where Suzy and I were sitting together,
Suze leaning into my back as I leaned back on a pile of gear.
   "I'm ready for more now, you two'?"
   Not having any more cigs to put focus blisters on her with, Suzy and I
used small branches put into the fire enough to redhot-coal-out at the end
before using them for more pelasurable torture on her, the firepokers
sometimes opening up a needle wound or two where we had put the needles in
too shallow previously.  Stopping for a moment, we lovingly and erotically
pulled each and every needle out of my little but not-so-little any longer
sister Karen, Suzy giving me the honors of removing the needles she had
pierced Karen's clit with.
   After that we had several more rounds of belt beatings, paddle
paddlings, dildo work, more needlework, tie-up and dom' sex games, another
birchrod session, and finally a couple of hits with a stungun that Suzy
gave her because I didn't have the heart to but which Karen, God bless her
painslut desires, absolutely begged her to do.  Again, she passed out, and
again I begged God to take her, but while she did sleep the most restful
sleep that night as Suzy and I held her close between us in our thin
combined and rezipped sleeping bags, nope, she didn't die, but did awake to
see another day.  Her last one.
   Karen had oozed a crusting of blood and puss and urine all over us and
inside the sleeping bags.  We didn't care.  We were going to burn the
sleeping bags just in case before we left anyway.
   "Good morning, Brother Speed-ee-oo Dear....what a fine and glorious day
it is!" my sister chirped lively as she seemingly welcomed her last morning
on this earth.  We three hugged and kissed and smooched some and with every
movement a different blister would break open or birch wound would begin
slowly oozing new blood and Sis would wince in pain but then she'd embrace
me and Suzy that much closer and harder.  Her left eye was fixed from the
cancer eating at her brain at a thirty-degree angle down and to the left
but her right one freely moved to fix her gaze on to my and Suzie's.  Her
breasts pressed into my chest as her oozings smeared and stuck to my chest
hair as she turned to kiss Suzy one-on-one for a moment before rising to
meet her Day Of Release.
   Suzy and I didn't feel like eating even though Suze did break a few eggs
and scramble them up with some bacon bits and fix some toast on the
wirerack toaster over the bed of coals in the campfire pit.  Karen walked
down to river just barely within eyesight of us from our campsite atop the
rolling bluff and patted herself a little with healing waters from the
Northeast Cape Fear but was too sore to plunge neck-deep into the three
knot-flowing current and take a soapless bath.  The morning cold made our
naked flesh goosepimple.  We donned jackets to shed the chill but no pants
or shoes as Karen walked back up the hillock smiling a smile so wide that
if she had just been told she had won the Powerball Lottery she couldn't
have been happier.
   "I'm ready, now, Speedy, Suze, let's begin..."
   And so it began.  First, a good overall maul and bitchslap session to
get Karen warmed up.  Grabbing her from behind, I held her firm to me as
Suzy began slapping her face repeatedly, slapping her tits, grabbing and
mauling her tits, grabbing her pubes and pulling her cunthair out by the
roots, slapping her blisters and birchrod trails and even the two sets of
dark marks where the stun gun had brought her a kind of masochistic ecstasy
yesterday that I could only try to imagine for her.
   After Suzy had had her "fun" with her, then it was my turn.  My breath
choked in my throat as it began.  Taking a thicker rod off of the nearby
willow tree with my large Buck Bowie knife, I made the most precious thing
in my life crawl around on all fours on the cold ground, ordering her to
try to avoid the blows as the branch in my hand struck and struck and
struck her back and butt and openly splayed cunt until she started gasping
for breath, panting hard, begging me to stop.  I didn't stop.  No safe
words, no stopping.  Closing my eyes as I did, I kicked her hard in her
ribs, my leg rocking back and forth before landing its blow squarely to her
ribcage as she tried crawl away from on all fours, the force of it sending
her flying onto her back for a moment as my gestapo beating of her
continued.  Almost all of her cig and burning twig blisters were open and
leaking now, as were most of her needle wounds and birching zips.  Aiming
squarely for her nipples, the rod in my hand peeled an edge of her left
nipple free as it tore into the weakened flesh where the needles had
perforated the day before.  Blood gently pumped from underneath its
fleshledge as it tried to clot and Sis tried to cover herself from the
blows really, really begging me to stop but her pleadings only served to
fire my desire to finish things right then and there and spare her
continuing.
   "Stop!....Stephan, my God, you're really REALLY hurting me, please
STOP!!!"
   She moaned as I kicked her in the same spot on her ribcage where I had
dropped her a few moments before.  She writhed back and forth in very real
pain her arms and elbows tucked tight to her totally naked vulnerableness
as the blows from my Rod Of Release continued to shower down on her
breaking physical shell as Suzy stood by just a few feet away actually
smiling and seeming to enjoy the show.  I kicked her legs open and landed
an open blow from the near-wrist-thick branch directly on her cunt.
   "AAAIIIiiyyyeeeahhhhaaaaa!!!!" she screamed from a deeply primal place
before passing out.  I smiled a smile of relief, thinking her so-wished-for
death had finally and belatedly taken her.  But it wasn't to be.  Bruises
showing black from where I evidently had cracked two or more of her ribs
with my kicks, her chest still lightly heaved from breath as she and we all
breathed the warming air of that perfect Sunday morning.
   Picking her cancer-wasted lightweight frame back to the campfire, Suzy
and I just held her and lightly patted her bruises and bleeding sores with
damp washcloths.  The sun felt warm and warmer on our naked hides as it
poked its way through the canopy of leafy shade around us.  Sis just
breathed some irregular shallow breaths as the weight of her head nestled
it close to mine.  For a longish few seconds or even maybe a moment she
stopped breathing altogether and I thank God for her release.  But it
wasn't to be.  She started back breathing, waking up an hour or so later as
I refused to let her go, Suzy's admonishings to the contrary.
   Waking up from her near-coma her one good eye searched mine for any
fear, any doubt, any thing which would preclude me from keeping my word to
her.  I swear, I swear on a stack of fucking Bibles that if she had asked
me to take her place and she finish me instead I would have right then and
there.  But she didn't.
   "Speedy...thank you, thank you so much, brother that I love so much..."
   "You're welcome, Sis, you're welcome..." I whispered as we kissed and
Suzy joined our kiss as she grabbed Karen's cunt and pulled and yanked some
short and curlies out of what was left of it, Karen just smiling and
thanking Suze as she did so.
   "It's time, Speed', it's time...no more stalling...I've had all the fun
I want to have...one last little bit of fun, and then it will be time..."
   I started crying like a fucking baby.  I couldn't help me.  Out from
left field Karen's arm went back and forward slapped the living shit out of
me.  "Get a' hold of yourself, dammit, now!..." my painslut sister
commanded "me"!  "...you promised me, Stephan, you gave me your word,
dammit, and now you have to keep it..."
   "I know Sis, I know..."
   "Suzy, Stephan, let's get to it, then...don't be sad, brother...we'll
see each other soon enough on the 'other side'...I'm a goner in a few days
anyway...please...PLEASE give me my release!"
   Suzy and I strung Karen up between two thinnish trees near the campsite,
her arms being strung up and her legs being strung wide at their trunks. 
The first scalpel slice went teasingly in an "S" curve down and around her
chest, just deep enough to part her flesh so blood would begin leaking like
rain rolling down a window pane.  She sucked a breath of pure passion.  My
scalpel traced another furrows and another and another as Suzy did similar
vivisections on her back and buttcheeks.
   "I don't have much longer, Speedy...minutes perhaps...more, please,
NOW!" she virtually screamed at me.
   My left hand grabbed a breast and held it as the thin edge of the
scalpel's bite circumcised her nipple from her mammary flesh - it falling
to the ground like a torn butterfuly wing.  Karen just smiled a true smile
of masochistic bliss as blew me a kiss as my edgework did Dakota-cuts
vertically on her right breast opening it up so her life's blood could flow
freely to the river which warbled its waiting welcome nearby.  Cocking my
hand back it flicked forward slicing her right nipple off taking just a bit
of subdermis with it, blood now gushing from a subdural vein pricked open.
   Suzy meanwhile was kissing Karen's earlobe from behind as her own
pre-death autopsy of my Sister Dearest, her hook-bladed scalpel hooking and
tearing open Karen's back flesh with such precise ferocity that Karen's
involuntary thrashings from the medieval maeleous welcomed torture were
minimal if hardly any.  A slow drip-drip of blood now spotted the ground
beneath Karen's sliced-open back and buttcheeks where Suzy had accomplished
her tasks, as similar puddles now dripped also from what was left of her
breast-mass.  Her eyes now frequently rolling back into her eye sockets
deeply I could tell she was getting weak from loss of blood and the shock
of being vivisected without benefit of anything to dull her final
masochistic glory.
   Mumbling to Suzy she retrieved my large Buck sheath knife and handed it
to me.  Karen slumped to her knees in a heap as her bonds that had
war-eagled her for her final rite of passage were sliced into as so many of
her body parts had been.  Her arterial blood refused to clot the open
channels of life's pressure, her heart pump-pumps anointing me with my most
perfect little sister's unconditional love.
   "One last time?...then?" Karen pleaded with me as she uprighted herself
on her knees kneeling before me.
   "Sure, Sis, that's be a perfect end...sure..."
   She took my cock in her mouth as I grabbed her head with one hand and my
cock with the other and raped her mouth and jacked off in it simultaneously
as Suzy reached around finished pulling what loose tissue there now was
left of her right breast flinging it to the side as she tried to pull the
more or less still attached left breast off the body of our love, a vein
feeding Karen's heart now exposed and a peek of throbbing heart tissue
visible just a little underneath her exposed ribcage.  Karen should have
been totally passed out from loss of blood and shock at this point, but
it's like she was trying to stay conscious as long as possible to enjoy
every last ounce of pain and domination.  Slapping her face a couple of
times before grabbing both ears to shove my cock as far in her mouth as I
could to make her finish and swallow my huge spurting orgasm, I thought
about choking her to death with my cock instead of what she had asked for
but then thought about a possible hard involuntary bite reflex while she
would go through her inevitable death throughs, and thought better of it.
   My sweetest and dearest kidsister Karen looked into my eyes, begging me
to finish what I had started two days ago.  Begging me to finish her.  No,
not finish her.  Begin her.  Begin to give her her release so her soul
could be free of its ravaged and diseased corpulent shell.  My hands
roughly mauled her tits, her blood flowing freely from their consensual and
voluntary wounds dripping over my fingers splattering to the ground below
us as our eyes met and our lips kissed one last time as Suzy my wife lashed
her back mercilessly with the rattan cane.  Leaning to one side to pick up
my large Bowie knife which was to be the instrument of my dear sister's
freedom, time froze and reality centered as Karen and I both radared our
mutual gazes to the glint of clouded sunlight highlighting off the
razor-sharp edge of the blade.
   One last bit of fantasy fulfillment-turned-reality for my sister-love,
then it would be time.  Pushing her back into Suzy's arms my hands slapped
her legs open as I pinched and pulled her clit out as far as it would
stretch before carving it loose from her body with seven or eight
saw-motions from the Bowie knife almost knicking my own fingertips in the
process.  Karen let one last agony-ecstasy moan of perfect pleasure mixed
with perfect pain out, a "thank you...Brother...Speeedy...I love....you..."
   "I love you, too, Sis...always remember...I love you...I will always
love you forever..." I sighed as I pulled her to me from the loving embrace
of Suze, holding her close to me as the blade of my unsheathed knife
penetrated her cunt as her multiple open wounds baptized me with her
forgiveness as the kind edge split her cervix then uterus then lower bowel
open as I drove the handpike home, twisting and bending it inside her with
conical-shaped turns of the wrist, trying to open her up as much as
possible cutting as many veins and arteries open as possible so she would
go ahead and bleed out be done with her lost pain, her lost hopes, her lost
fears, her lost regrets, her found eternal love of God and me and Suzy. 
Blood poured from her reamed out cunt like a hematoid upside-down geyser,
my hand and wrist and now the puddle of red that we all knelt in being the
color of life, eternal life now as my sister I loved so much closed her
eyes for one last time as I kissed her lips and Suzy scooted around to join
our kiss as Karen's soul now free of all pain and all bonds to this earth
soared into the sky, a comforting breeze blowing fifteen or twenty knots
strong out of nowhere in the our partial clearing on the river's bluff a
bald eagle coming into view high atop the thermal currents now rising from
around us the eagle being recognized as a guide to take my sister home.
   Suzy and I didn't say two words for the rest of the day or for a couple
of months after that, either.  Suzy and I bathed the red and pink evidence
of us being the best brother and best friend Karen could ever have off of
our bodies in the warm but somehow chilled water of the Northeast Cape
Fear, her blood being dried and caked and not wanting to leave the comfort
of sticking to our bodies until it was rehydrated and soft and pliable
enough to be scrubbed off.
   Per prior agreement with Karen, we built a funeral pyre next to the
river at the crest of the bluff, placing her cancer-ravaged and
masochistic-healed what-was-left corpse atop the pile of sticks and
branches and a few trees we had to cut down for the frame of the pyre then
lighting it and playing Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Requiem" on a portable CD as
the flames reduced my sister's evidence of being in this life to ashes so
co-mingled with the wood ash that except for bits of bone and teeth you
couldn't tell where Karen began and where the tree-pieces ended.  From the
earth we come, and to the earth we go.
   Then we scooped all the ashes from the pyre area up after they had
cooled a few hours later, poured them onto a wool blanket we had brought
along for this purpose, adding some rocks for weight that we also had
brought along.  As the canoe pushed off of the sandbar below the hill as we
began paddling against the current to head back to our vehicle left at the
put-in bridge a couple of days before, what was left of my sister was let
slip unceremoneously beneath the mirrorglass stillness of the river, air
bubbles from blanket and ashes burping up as I turned my head astern for a
second to silently whisper to my sister one last sweet and tender and oh-so
heart-felt "goodbye, Sis, I love you...'bye..."
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