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 Author: Deoz
Title: Holiday Family 1 - Double the Trick and Double the Treat
Universe: Holiday Family Tales
Summary: Benny Holiday is tired of his twin step-sisters giving him and
his younger sister trouble, so he hatches a plan to blackmail them into
obedience to teach them a lesson for being bitches.
Keywords: mff, blackmail, bd, inc
   -Chapter 1Alright, the first thing you need to know is that I knew the
things I wanted were bad.  Ever since I had figured out how to delete my
browsing history off of my family's computer, I had spent ages looking at
porn.  When I turned 13, and my folks bought a new computer and gave me
their old one for my bedroom, I only started browsing more often.  That's
how I knew what I wanted in my sex life.  That's how I knew that nothing
turned me on like the idea of domination, of raping and humiliating and
breaking bitches.
   Like I said, I knew it was wrong.  I knew rape was wrong.  But I
justified it in my head.  In my fantasies, the girls I violated always
deserved it, always came to love being my slaves in the end.  But that was
all they were - fantasies.  I mean, I knew there was no chance of getting
to do that in real life.  No chance at all.
   That might not have been the first thing I was wrong about in my life...
But it might be the first that I was so happy to be wrong about.
   Details, you probably want details, right?  Well, my name is Benny
Holiday.  I'm 14 now.  I live in a normal looking house in a normal looking
city.  Alright, maybe a bigger than normal house.  One of my dads was
pretty rich.
   `One of your dads?', you ask.  Well, that is the thing, I've had a few.
There was the dad I was born to, but he died when I was little.  My mom
married again - this one bringing me a younger step-sister, Sophie.  We
lived with that one for a few years.  It was hell.  He was abusive to my
mother, yelled at her, even hit her.  He never hit me, though he did yell,
and once through a beer bottle at my head.  I'm not sure what my mom saw in
him in the first place, or why she stayed with him as long as she did.  I
do know why she left though.  She found out that he was abusing Sophie. 
She was two years younger then me - only six when my mom found out, though
she said it had been going on for years.  I don't mean like hitting her
abusive, either.  The man would rape his own child.
   And, I admit, I had to work really hard to bury the part of me that
found the idea erotic, looking back.  But I did.  Sure, I might think rape
is hot, but no one, and I mean no one, messes with Soph.
   He never touched me, though.  No way.  I'm not gay like that.
   Anyways, mom found out, and that was the last straw.  She got him
arrested, and took custody of both Sophie and me.  And so ended my
formative years in hell.  I've gotta say, though, at least one thing good
came out of it.  Sophie and I were friends.  Not just like `yeah, she's my
step-sister, so I've got to be nice to her,' friends, either.  When it was
the worst, we were the only ones who we could talk to about it.  And when
things happened at school, or in our lives, we didn't want to tell our dad
(he didn't care) and we didn't want to tell mom (she had enough on her
plate with him) so we would tell each other.  We bonded.
   So yeah, that was my second father.  Now I'm with the third.  Mom
married again, to a guy named Richard (he's the rich one).  And I think
it's good for her.  They seem to really, actually love each other.  Richard
treats me and Sophie well - even if he still does the awkward thing where
he tries too hard to be `just like our real dads'.  News flash, Richard:
our `real dads' didn't constantly refer to other people as our `real dads'.
Oh well, he means well enough.  And I don't think he could swat a fly, much
less raise a hand against my mother, so that's points in his favour. 
Really, I think I could have been perfectly content living under Richard's
roof.  Except...
   Madeline and Ashley were Richard's girls from a previous marriage. 
Their mother died a few years before Richard met mine, and they were the
kind of step-sisters that fairy-tales talked about.  They were twins, 17
years old.  Pretty hot, truthfully, but complete and utter bitches.  They
were means to me, and they were rude to my mother.  The worst part was,
though, that they were downright cruel to Sophie.  I don't know, maybe they
though she was the biggest threat for Richard's love (or, considering what
they were like, they were probably most concerned about inheritance).  They
went out of their way to bully her - a girl who was five years their
junior, remember.  They would taunt her about her curly brown hair, saying
their long, straight, platinum blonde look was better.  They would say she
was fat, even though she was incredibly toned.  She was in gymnastics, and
had a gymnast's build, all petite and tight.  I caught her trying to make
herself throw up one day, and she said it was so she could be as skinny as
Madeline and Ashely.
   The awful things they said to Sophie wasn't all, though.  They would try
to trick her into bad things, too.  Sophie told me once that they had said,
if she ever wanted to be popular, her only chance was to be a slut.  They
had tried to get her to give a blowjob to one of their
boyfriends-of-the-week.  She had been smart enough to refuse, though.
   One night, I was alone in my room, jacking off to a muted porno on my
computer.  Two women were getting fucked, hard, one in the ass and one in
the mouth.  The guy taking the one girl anally had his hand on her head,
and was forcing her face first into the other girl's pussy, so the other
girl was getting eaten out while being facefucked.  It was hot, even if I
knew the whole storyline of it being burglars raping people at a sleepover
was utter bullshit.  Anyways, mid-jerk, someone knocked on my door.  I
closed the screen quickly, and tucked myself back in my pajama pants. 
There was no hiding the fact that I was rock hard, but all I could do was
hope it was passed off as normal night-wood.  I opened the door, trying to
peek around and keep my lower half out of sight.  A pointless exercise,
though, because once the door was open a crack, Sophie burst in the room,
crying.
   I managed to get her sat down on my bed, so I could sit on my computer
chair across from her.  She had an angry red mark across half of her face,
and for a while, she was crying too hard to tell me what had happened. 
Eventually, though, I got the idea.  The twins had come after her, saying
she had been stealing from their rooms.  They called her names, things like
money-grubbing whore and worse, before Madeline slapped her.  After they
left her crying in the hall, she had come straight here.
   Well, enough was fucking enough.  Nobody messes with Soph.  I decided
then and there that these two bitches needed to be taught a lesson.  I
wasn't sure how, yet, but I would think of something.  And, as I sat there
comforting Sophie, I glanced over to my computer screen.  The video might
have been closed, but I could still picture the two women on it, being
fucked for all they were worth.
   Alright, so maybe I didn't have a plan, but I knew what I was going to
make happen, somehow.  I smiled.  Revenge for Sophie, and a long standing
fantasy come true for me.  Gotta love getting two birds with one stone.
   -Chapter 2I've got to admit, in the end, my plan came through because of
luck and money.  I think maybe Richard was trying to buy my affection,
because he always made sure I had a lot of spending money with me, `in case
I needed anything'.  I don't think he expected me to be using the money to
set up a plan for raping his twin bitches, but what can I say?  The irony
was too good for me to resist.
   The money was used to buy spy cameras.  The guy at the store seemed
pretty reluctant to sell them to me - he said I was too young.  When I
offered to pay him an extra fifty bucks a camera, though, he changed his
mind.  I hid them in the twins' bedrooms and the bathroom they shared one
day when they were out.  They came home earlier than I expected that day,
and caught me coming out of Madeline's room.  I had to lie and tell them I
was looking for Bruno, our pet german shepherd.
   "He's not in here, squirt," Madeline said, "Now get out.  And don't come
into my room unless you ask permission!"
   They called me squirt all the time, regardless of the fact that even
though I was 3 years younger than them I was almost as tall.  I was pretty
strong, too.  I had joined my school's football team my freshman year, and
was pretty good at it.  I had to be - it wasn't often they let freshmen on
the team.  I didn't like the game very much, though - I found it a bit
dull, honestly - so I left the team this year.  It had kept me in great
shape, though, so it always bugged me that they called me squirt.
   "Sure Maddie, sorry," I replied.  The knowledge that I might soon be
balls deep in that stuck up ass let me get passed the `squirt' comment a
bit easier than normal.
   So money got me that far in my plan.  It was luck that got me the rest
of the way, though.  I'm not sure what I would have done if the cameras
hadn't ever shown me anything good...  Luckily, that wasn't the case.
   It took a few weeks before they paid off, but pay off they did.  It was
about a week before Halloween, and I had spent the weekend at a friend's
house.  Mom and Richard had gone to some sort of business conference for
Richard's work, and Sophie had stayed with one of her friends' family.  The
twins had been left to watch the house by themselves.  Apparently, they
were `mature' and `trustworthy' enough for this.  Well, once I got home, I
ran straight to my computer, which had been left to record everything that
came off the spy cameras.  It was night, everyone else was in bed.  I
turned the volume off, and started fast-forwarding through the weekend.
   It didn't take me long to score.  Both of them walked into Ashley's
room, leading a boy by the hand.  It took me a moment before I recognized
him - Chad.  He was on the football team.  He was actually kind of a nice
guy to me when I was still part of it.  He wasn't, however, Brian.  Brian
was the captain, and Brian was the one that Ashley was supposed to be
dating right now...  Curious.
   After a moment, the girls pushed Chad down to sit on the bed, and
started stripping.  I felt my cock pulse at the sight of it.  They were
bitches, yes, but they were hot bitches.  Maybe a bit too skinny for my
taste, but their boobs were great.  When they released them from matching
bras, they sprung out, firm and bouncy.  Probably a C-cup, I would guess.
Their bleached blond hair was long enough to cover their nipples until they
pulled it back, out of the way.  They stripped off their jeans and
underwear, too.  Neither of them had much of an ass - they were pretty
skinny, and flat.  And when they turned so their front was too the camera,
I could see one difference between the twins: Madeline's pussy was
completely clean shaven, while Ashley had a small strip of brown hair (I
knew the blonde hair wasn't natural) just above hers.
   Chad had taken his cock out, and started rubbing it.  I realized that I
was doing the same - I don't even remember unzipping my pants.  For a
moment I thought that maybe I shouldn't; they were technically family,
after all, and while I may be planning to punish them, I probably shouldn't
find them so damned hot.  But then they started kissing each other, and
that train of thought went off the rails.  I tightened my grip, and
starting jerking off faster.
   The two of them made out for a bit, hands exploring one another's body.
They groped each other's breasts and asses.  Madeline reached for Ashley's
pussy, but her sister pushed her hand away from it.  Interesting that. 
This went on for a bit before they turned to Chad and asked him something -
I scrambled to get my headphones so I could listen in, and plugged them in
just in time to hear him say "-o with Maddie."
   This seemed to please Ashley to no end, while Madeline seemed a bit
disappointed.  She covered it with a smile, though, as Chad removed his
clothes and laid back.  She crawled on top of him and, straddling him,
lowered herself onto his cock.
   I don't think she was expecting it when Chad grabbed her hips and thrust
himself upwards into her.  She let out a gasp that, as Chad began thrusting
up and down like a man possessed, turned into a low moan.  "Slower..." She
moaned, "Please...  go slooower..." But Chad didn't seem to care.
   In the end, it was Ashley who came to her sister's rescue.  She placed
her hand on Chad's thigh, and said "Slow down, big boy.  You'll love this."
Then she lowered her head between his legs.  Well, no matter how much you
want to fuck one girl hard, the chance of getting a double treatment is
even better.  Chad slowed, and titled Madeline forward so she was lying
across his chest.  Ashley carefully worked her way into position between
his legs, and started licking his balls.  All the while, Madeline slowly
let herself be guided up and down on Chad's cock.
   With the dual treatment of Madeline's pussy and Ashley's tongue, Chad
didn't last long.  After only a few minutes of grunting along, he moaned
and held Maddie still.  "Jesus," he panted after a minute, "you sluts are
good.  Thanks, babes." He roughly pushed Madeline off of him, his cum
oozing from her pussy, and quickly got dressed and left.
   I kept watching, and listened to Madeline and Ashley talk as they both
got cleaned up and dressed.  I managed to piece together some of what was
going on.  It sounded like Ashley had been after Brian for a while - what
better way to cement themselves as alpha-bitches of the school than have
one of them date the captain of the football team?  He finally agreed to go
out with Ashley on a condition; that both he, and whoever else he wanted,
could get to fuck them both whenever he wanted.  The dumb whores must have
been truly desperate for the cool-credits that dating Brian (or, in
Maddie's case, having a twin who was dating Brian) granted, because they
agreed.  Now the entire football team had been taking turns with them both.
   I found this a bit hard to believe, at first, but as I fast-forwarded
through the rest of the weekend worth of tapes, it seemed to be true.  Over
the three days they were alone, two more guys I recognized from the
football team had them, one taking Ashley from behind while Madeline was
told to watch and play with herself, and the other simple opting to have
both of them suck his cock, and cum down Madeline's throat.
   I finished the weekend worth of video, still jerking myself off, but
didn't find anything else fun to watch.  A few shots of the girls
showering, or using the bathroom, and some more shots of them changing
their clothes in their room, but nothing quite as erotic as seeing them
tag-team a boy.  Well, that was ok.  As I was watching, a plan developed in
my mind, and I had more than enough here to put it into action.
   I closed my computer, and went to the bathroom to finish myself off.  As
I came, I imagined both of the twins looking up at me, begging for me to
finish on their faces.  I smiled.  They might not like it, and they might
not mean it...  But dammit, by the time I was done, they would be begging.
   -Chapter 3I put my plan into action Halloween Night.  The twins had
begged and pleaded Richard to let them host a Halloween party at the house,
and he had finally caved and given them permission.  He and my mother were
going to a Halloween party of their own, and Sophie and I were each
supposed to go trick-or-treating with one of our own friends, and then
spend the night at their house.
   The first part of my plan was simple enough.  While I made sure to talk
about how excited I was to go trick or treating with my friend Tim
(seriously?  Tick or treating?  Come on guys, I'm 14, who my age trick or
treats anymore?), I told Tim that something had come up, and I couldn't
make it.  That was easy enough.  Then I used more of the money Richard gave
me to buy a good digital video camera; I already had a normal camera, but I
wanted one that was designed for capturing video, and not mainly for
pictures.  I also set up a few anonymous accounts through various recently
created e-mail addresses on different file storing and sharing sites.  Then
all I had to do was pick the right costume, and wait for the fun to begin.
   Halloween evening, I threw my costume and cameras in my backpack,
grabbed my bike, and told everyone I was off to Tim's.  Honestly, I think
mom and Richard were too busy telling the twins everything not to do (don't
be too noisy, don't let people you don't know crash, don't let anyone bring
booze, don't forget to call them if things got crazy or out of hand) to
even notice the fact that I was leaving.  Rather than go to Tim's, though,
I just biked down to a coffee shop, went in, got a hot chocolate, and
killed some time.
   I gave them an hour or so to make sure things got well on their way
before using the coffee shop bathroom to change into my costume.  I was
dressed as the character from V for Vendetta, complete with hat and Guy
Fawkes mask.  I wanted a costume that could completely hide my identity,
and the face-covering mask, black clothes that covered all of my skin, and
heavy boots that added a few inches to my height fit the bill perfectly. 
Besides, even if I wasn't politically motivated, I thought the revenge
motif was fitting.  Sure, the black backpack didn't exactly fit, but it was
a sacrifice I had to make.  I locked my bike to a fence a few blocks down
the street from my house, and walked the rest of the way.  I could hear the
noise of a party from four houses down...  It didn't sound like the girls
wasted any time breaking the rules.
   I was only in the house for a moment before somebody offered me a
plastic cup filled with beer, yelling "great costume!" over the blaring
music.  First loud noises, and now booze?  They were going all out on the
rule-breaking front.  And since there was easily close to a hundred people
crammed into the house, I was pretty sure there was no way the girls knew
everyone here.
   I wasted little time, eager to get my own party started.  It didn't take
long to find Ashley and Madeline.  They were at the center of a small
gaggle of people, both giggling and slurring their words.  As I watched,
Ashley drained her own plastic beer cup, only to have someone fill it for
her again.  They were trying to talk, but both girls were slurring their
words between fits of laughter.  They must have both been well on their way
to drunk already.
   Madeline was dressed as some sort of Greek goddess.  She wore a thin,
white toga that hung over one shoulder and fell to her mid thigh.  A crown
of laurel leaves sat in her blonde, freshly curled hair, and leather
sandals that wrapped up her calf covered her feet.  I hated to say it, but
she looked damned pretty.  Ashley, on the other hand, looked pure slut. 
She was supposed to be a sexy cheerleader, I guess.  Her hair was in
pigtails, and she wore sneakers.  Her costume, though, was simply the
cheerleading outfit she wore back when she first joined the squad in grade
nine.  It had our high school logo and everything, but it was made for
someone not nearly as developed as Ashley.  Her breasts, having grown quite
a bit in the last few years, threatened to burst out of the tank top that
was too short to cover her midriff.  I didn't know her belly button was
pierced, but a little stud glinted in the light from it.  Combined with her
longer legs and bigger ass, the skit was far too short, too.  It barely
covered the curve of her ass - if she bent over, there was no way it
wouldn't ride up far enough to flash anyone nearby.
   I wormed my way through the crowd to get near to the twins.  I leaned
over, so I could whisper at them.  "Girls, can I steal you for a bit? 
Brian sent me."
   "What?" Ashley hissed, "Now?"
   I smirked behind m mask.  "It's pretty important...  Let's go upstairs."
   Madeline didn't look very happy, but both girls excused themselves from
the crowd, and lead me upstairs.  They started me down the hallway to their
rooms, but I stopped them.  "No.  I want that one," I pointed.
   "That one?" Madeline asked, "That's our step-brother's room."
   "He's not here, right?  I want you two in that room.  Or should I tell
Brian you weren't cooperating?"
   Sighing again, Madeline accented, opening the door to my room.  They
probably hadn't been in it enough to recognize the changes.  I had covered
or hid anything that would be easily recognizable as mine by anyone who
knew me.  I also had purposefully left my camera on...  Something I would
never do, normally.
   I sat down on the edge of my bed, and told the two of them to get
started.  They turned to each other, and started kissing.  As they did,
Madeline's hands ran down Ashley's back, and lifted her skirt, resting on
Ashley's ass.  I took a moment to appreciate the sight of Ashley's exposed
ass, the thin line of a purple thong the only thing covering it.  I let the
two girls make out for a while, before undoing my belt and pulling my cock
out to slowly start rubbing it.
   "So," Ashley finally said, breaking the kiss with her sister, "what is
it you want?"
   "Everything." I answered.  "You're going to suck me off.  You're going
to beg me to fuck you.  And then I'm going to shove my cock in those skanky
asses of yours."
   The girls looked taken aback by my harsh language.  Ashley recovered
first.  "No way," she said, "Brian knows the rules.  No one gets anal.  You
can go fuck yourself, and tell Brian whatever you want."
   I laughed.  "Sorry ladies, I lied.  Brian didn't send me.  And you will
do what I say, unless you want everyone to know what sluts you are."
   They looked confused.  "What are you talking about?" Madeline asked.
   "Watch," I answered.  I went over to my computer, and muttered something
about their brother not minding if I borrowed it, and opened up the
internet.  I went to one of my file storing sites, and opened a video.  The
sound of Ashley begging to be fucked hard sprang from my speakers, as an
image of her getting pounded doggy-style popped up on the screen.  Though
Madeline's back was to the camera, but it was easy enough to tell she was
rubbing herself all the same.
   "What the fuck?" This was Ashley, "Where did you get that?"
   "It doesn't matter." I answered.  "What matters is that I have it, and I
have more.  And if you don't do everything I say, I'm going to send them to
everyone.  Your parents, your family, your school...  They'll all see what
whores you are."
   This left the two girls speechless for a while, but finally Ashley spoke
up.  "No, you know what?  Whatever.  We're not fucking you.  I don't care
what you show people.  We're not the only girls in class to have had sex
with more than one person."
   I knew this was a possibility, that they would call my bluff, or, at
least, be more willing to have their secret out than to do as I said.  But
that's why I had a trump card.  "Then you also don't mind if I show them
this?" I played one more clip, this one of the two girls, talking.  From
their discussion, it was pretty clear what was going on - the deal they
made with Brian was explained.  "You don't mind if everyone knows that the
only way Brian would date you was if you spread your legs for all of his
friends?  That you were so desperate to be popular, to be dating the
captain, that you let all of his friends fuck you?  You pathetic, fucking,
whores!"
   This changed their tune.  I was right about them, especially about
Ashley.  Being known to be sluts was no big problem for them...  But the
threat of the myth of their popularity coming unravelled?  That was too
much.  Vapid sluts.
   "Alright, alright!" Ashley gave in, "Fine.  We'll let you fuck us."
   "But-" Madeline started, but her sister interrupted.
   "Shut up, Maddie.  Just be a good girl and do it."
   "You two need to understand something," I told them, "I'm not just going
to fuck you.  I'm going to destroy you.  And you're going to love it." I
stood, my cock hard, and hanging from my pants.  "Now get on your knees,
and get to work."
   They did, after only a moment more hesitation.  Clearly the two of them
had done this before, because they moved like a well-oiled machine.  They
started on either side of me, their lips meeting one another's with my cock
between.  Both of them used their tongues, swirling them over and under my
cock.  It felt amazing, but it wasn't what I wanted.  I used my hands, to
guide them to where I wanted.  Madeline I pushed lower, so she began
licking and sucking on my balls.  Ashley I grabbed by the pigtails, and
placed directly in front of my cock.  She opened her mouth like a good
little slut, and I pulled her forward onto me, my cock forcing itself down
her throat.  She gagged once, but must have deepthroated before, because
she handled it like a champ.  I didn't let up, though, using her pigtails
as handlebars as I face fucked her.  Madeline, meanwhile, never let up, the
gentle pressure of her sucking my balls sending shivers of pleasure up my
spine.
   It wasn't very long before Ashley, for all her deepthroating skill,
started having trouble.  The mascara she had caked on was running down her
cheek, as my cock made her gag and cry.  Every time she did, though, her
throat clenched and squeezed, giving me even more pleasure...  I didn't
really have any incentive to take it easy on her.  Between that and her
sister's tongue on my balls, it wasn't long before I could feel myself
getting ready to cum.  I grunted a sound that could only generously be
called an understandable warning, and I pulled Ashley onto me as hard as I
could.  Her nose hit my stomach and she gagged and squirmed in protest as I
started to cum.  I blasted my load straight down her throat, filling her
stomach with my seed.
   When it abated, I let her go, and she surfaced from my cock coughing out
my cum.  "Fuck!" she cried once she caught her breath, "Rough enough? 
Bastard."
   "It's a start." I answered.
   "You got what you wanted.  Can you get the hell out of my house now?"
   I smiled.  They thought I was done?  I almost felt bad for the dumb
sluts...  Done?  Hell no.  I was just getting started.
   -Chapter 4My step sisters looked up at me from their knees.  Madeline
looked upset, but still pretty enough.  Ashley looked good and wrecked
already, the mascara that ran with her tears mixed with the cum that she
had managed to spit up.  Well, it was a start.
   I shook my head as they asked if I was finished with them.  "Oh, you
girls think we're done?  Hardly.  But since I'm out of action for a little
bit," I gestured at my cock, slowly shrinking back to flaccid after
cumming, "we're going to have a little photo shoot to get me back in the
mood."
   From my backpack, I pulled my small digital camera.  I told them both to
stand up, and started taking pictures of them in costume, some with them
together, and some individually.  I made sure to get nice, clear shots of
their faces, so they could be easily identified.  "Now," I commanded,
"Strip for me."
   I have to say, it wasn't the hottest strip show I've ever seen.  Mind
you, it was the first one I saw live, and not on the internet...  So that
was a point in its favour.
   As my camera flashed again and again, both girls stripped down. 
Underneath the cheerleader outfit, Ashley was wearing a purple thong and a
matching purple bra.  She went to take off her knee high socks, but I told
her to keep them on, and worry about the underwear instead.  Reluctantly,
she unclipped her bra to let her breasts bounce free, and then shimmied out
of her thong.  Her pussy was bare...  She must have shaved since my videos
were made.  I wonder who she was expecting to see it.
   Madeline, meanwhile, after removing her sandals, unclipped the broach
that was holding her Toga on.  When it fell to the ground, I got quite a
sight...  She hadn't been wearing any underwear at all.  Her breasts fell
free, and her clean shaven pussy was exposed to my camera.
   Once they were naked, I kept my photo shoot going for a while.  I had
them both pose, with each other and alone.  They groped each other's
breasts, spread their legs to show their pussies, got on their hands and
knees to let me see their asses.  I made them kiss, naked, zooming in close
enough that you could see their tongues intertwining.  Finally I had Ashley
sit on the ground with her legs spread, and Madeline reach around her from
behind to spread Ashley's pussy open for a picture.
   The erotic images I made them pose for made my cock twitch, but it was
their faces that really got me.  They tried to smile, following my
instructions, but their eyes betrayed them.  Humiliation shone there, a
hollow knowledge of the objectification they were being put through.  By
the end of it, neither of them could even look directly at the camera.
   Good.  They should be humiliated for being such bitches.  But it wasn't
enough.  Not yet.
   "I think I need some more pictures." I said, "Madeline, you sit back and
spread those scrawny legs of yours.  Ashley's going to taste your pussy."
   "What!" This from Ashley, looking up at me, "No way!  I'm not the gay
one!"
   "Shut up!" Madeline retorted.
   So, Maddie was gay?  Yeah, I could see it.  Sure, she slept with the
boys as much as Ashley did, but she was always the one on my videos whose
hands wandered towards pussy.  I could use this.
   "Madeline's gay, huh?" I asked, "Well then, you owe her a lot for
helping you land Brian, don't you?  You probably loved getting fucked by
all those guys, but she must have only done it for you.  The least you
could do is eat her out to say thank you." She started to argue again, but
I cut her off, "Unless, of course, you want my movies to go viral."
   I swear, she might have been trying to hide it, but Maddie was smiling.
Or maybe smirking.  She leaned against the wall, and spread her legs.  I
roughly grabbed Ashley by the hair, and pushed her towards her sister. 
When she hesitated still, I slapped her ass, hard.  "Lick it." I ordered.
   Ashley let out a small sob.  The poor bitch really didn't want to do
this.  I really didn't care.  I put my hand on the back of her head, and
forced her face down into her sister's cunt.
   After a moment, Madeline let out a gasp.  Ashley's tongue shot out and
tentatively licked the outer lips of her sister's pussy.  She lapped at it
for a while, like a dog, until I commanded her to go deeper.  With another
sob, she did, pushing her tongue into Madeline.  "Fuck, that's...  that's
good." Madeline muttered.
   After a minute or two of this treatment, Madeline seemed to decide that
she wanted more.  Her hands moved up to Ashley's head and, wrapping her
hands in Ashley's pigtails, Madeline pulled her sister deeper onto her. 
Ashley's hands came up, trying to push herself away, but Maddie wouldn't
let her.
   "She's doing well?" I asked, and Maddie nodded, her eyes closed.  "She's
a good little cunt licking whore?"
   "Fuck yes!" Madeline cried out in pleasure.  With her eyes squeezed
shut, and Ashley face first in her sisters cunt, neither of them saw me
pulled the video recorder out of my bag and switch it on.  I moved around
so I got a lovely view of Ashley's ass up in the air, and could see
Maddie's grip in her sisters hair and look of pure ecstasy.  I bet Maddie,
gay as she was, had never actually gotten oral before.  At least, not from
a girl.  Well, she could enjoy it for a while.  She wouldn't much like what
was coming next.
   "Tell me what your sister is." I commanded Madeline.
   "She's...  She's a good..."
   "Say it."
   "She's a cunt-licking whore!  My sister is a good little cunt-licking
whore!" She cried out with a shudder.  Maybe it was the fact that it was
probably her first time, or maybe Ashley was actually really good at
licking pussy...  Either way, it wasn't long before Maddie came, an orgasm
rocking her body with a shudder and a moan of pleasure.
   Madeline let go of her sister's hair, and lay back, eyes still closed,
panting in pleasure.  Released, Ashley pulled away, wiping her mouth and
rubbing her jaw.  Neither of them looked up at me until I replayed the
video.  The camera didn't have great sound, but it was good enough to hear
Maddie's voice, rising in pleasure, "My sister is a good little
cunt-licking whore!"
   "Fuck you." was all Ashley could spit at me.
   "Oh you will, soon." I answered.  I grabbed a marker from my desk, and
pulled the cap off.  I grabbed Ashley by the hair, craning her neck back,
making her chest arc out.  Across her tits I wrote "Cunt Licker" in bold,
black letters.  Madeline stifled a giggle, that turned to a small shriek as
I grabbed her next, scrawling "Incest Dyke" across her forehead.  When I
released her, she scrambled over to a mirror on my closet door to see what
I wrote, and whimpered slightly.
   "What the hell do you still want from us?" She asked, after trying in
vain to rub off the permanent marker.
   "I told you already." I smiled.  Madeline looked confused, but Ashley
must have clued in first...  A look of fear grew over her face.  I began
slowly rubbing my cock, which had grown hard again during the dyke show. 
"Those skanky asses of yours are mine, bitch."
   -Chapter 5"Please," Ashley began, "please, not that...  I've never had
anything-"
   In the middle of her pleading, I interrupted her by smacking her, hard,
across the face.  Madeline gave a little shriek, and Ashley fell back, hand
to her face.  "Listen you dumb whores," I said, "I don't know if you
understand the situation.  I own you now.  You are going to do everything I
say, or else every video I have of you fucking the football team, every
discussion that proves what desperate popularity sluts you are, every
picture of your naked whore body, every humiliating image and video, right
down to the one where you," pointing to Madeline, "face fuck your own
sister gets sent to every single person you know.  Understand?"
   I don't know if it was the threat of public humiliation, or the fear of
more violence, but they both nodded.  "Good." I snarled through my mask, as
I pulled all of my other clothing off, "Now both of you, on your hands and
knees in front of me, facing each other." They did, crawling into position.
   I took a moment to fiddle through my own sock drawer, pulling out the
bottle of lube that I kept there for my personal time.  If either of them
noticed or thought odd the fact that this supposed stranger knew where
their step-brother kept his lube, they didn't show it.  Madeline's eyes
were closed, anyways, and her lips were moving in what looked like a silent
prayer.  Fuck that.  No body was coming to help her.  This wasn't assault,
this was fucking justice.
   "Which one first..." I wondered aloud.  Madeline's mouth moved faster,
and Ashley let out a whimper.  As I walked around the room, I placed the
video camera, still recording, on the edge of my desk so it could capture
the whole scene.  "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe!" With moe, I slapped Madeline's
ass, leaving a red handprint.  She shrieked again.  I squirted a fair
amount of lubrication onto my cock, and the down her ass crack.  She
shuddered at the cold of it.
   "Please..." She whispered, "please no..."
   "I want you to know something," I said, as I placed the tip of my
lubed-up cock at her puckered asshole.  I leaned over her, so my mouth was
close to her ear, and hissed right in it.  "You deserve this." I thrust.
   I'm not too terribly self-aggrandizing or egotistical.  I know my cock
isn't huge.  I mean, it's not small or anything...  I suppose it was well
in the average range.  Maybe even a little big for my age, but not huge.  A
hair over six inches, fully erect (yes, I measured...  What boy hasn't?).
Still, even if it isn't huge, half of a six inch cock forcing itself into a
virgin ass in one thrust?  It gets a reaction.  As three inches of my meat
pushed itself into my step-sister's asshole, she screamed bloody murder.  I
laughed.  The funniest part was, I doubted any of her guests downstairs
could hear, over the blaring music she wasn't supposed to have played
anyways.  At least, even if they did hear, none seemed concerned.  No one
came rushing through the door to see what the matter was.
   I kept my pressure up, sinking another inch into her ass before grinding
to a halt.  It was tight.  I felt a thrill go through me as I realized
something I hadn't thought of before...  I was so wrapped up in the idea
that I was going to get revenge on these two for making my life, making
Sophie's life, so damned miserable, that I didn't even stop to think what
it meant for me.
   Up until this moment, I had been a virgin.
   Sure, I jacked off.  And yeah, I suppose they had blown me half an hour
ago, too.  But this was the first time I had sex.  I was losing my
virginity raping my bitch, lesbian step-sister's ass...  How many guys in
history could honestly claim that?
   I slowly eased my cock back out, her asshole tightening on it.  It felt
like it didn't want to let me go.  As I got so just the tip of my cock was
left inside her, Madeline's arms gave out.  She feel, breasts and face
pressed to the floor.  I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair,
pulling her head back up painfully as I thrust back in.  This time I
managed to bottom out.  Her screams had broken into sobs and pleading... 
"Please, it hurts, your too big, please stop!" Too big?  Call me squirt
now, bitch.  Ashley, meanwhile, looked vaguely sick as she remained on her
hands and knees in front of her sister, face just inches away from
Maddie's.
   "Ashley," I commanded, my voice harsh, "Spit on her."
   If Madeline heard the order, she didn't seem to care.  I suppose someone
thrusting their cock in your ass might be a bit of distraction.  Ashley
looked up at me, though.  I don't know what kind of mercy she was hoping to
find in the bit of my eyes that showed through the mask, but it certainly
wasn't there.  Her mouth moved...  "I'm sorry" she whispered, before
spitting on her sister's face.
   When the first glob of spit hit her cheek, Madeline opened her eyes,
shock glowing in them.  As I ordered Ashley to do it again, Madeline opened
her mouth to protest, and Ashley managed to spit directly in it.  Madeline
gagged, and Ashley's third wad of spit hit her in an eye.  All the while, I
kept pounding Madeline's ass.  I wasn't going that fast; even though I
wanted to fuck her hard, I didn't want to cum yet.  I did take the
opportunity to use the hand not entangled in Maddie's hair to slap her ass
a few more times, causing it to bounce and jiggle as I fucked her.
   I admit, I didn't last terribly long before slowly easing my way out of
Madeline's ass.  The fact that I had already come once within the hour was
the only thing that let me last as long as I did, I think.  Either way, the
tightness of her ass soon had me ready to cum again, and I didn't want that
quite yet.  I pulled out, and let her fall to the ground.
   I turned to Ashley and smiled.  "Your turn."
   I gave Ashley a different treatment.  After adding more lube to my cock,
I laid down on the ground and ordered her over to me.  She lowered herself
onto my cock, facing my feet.  I felt her ass open before me as she sank.
"You're looser than your sister." I commented, "I bet you love playing with
this slut ass of yours." Her only answer was a moan of pain...  or hell,
maybe it was pleasure.
   With my hands on her hips to guide her, Ashley started bouncing up and
down on my cock.  I hadn't been lying, her ass was looser than Maddie's. 
It was still tight enough to make my balls clench up in pleasure.  I pulled
her down on me, sinking the entire length of my cock into her.  She moaned
and whimpered.  I held her still, hoping that I could last longer if she
didn't move.  I looked around her to Maddie.
   "Madeline, stand up," I ordered.  She did, nice and quickly.  She was
probably worried that if she made me mad I'd go back to her.  "See your
sister's pretty little tits?  I want you to slap them." Ashley gave a
little squeak of protest, and Madeline just looked at me, confused, until I
barked at her again "Slap them!"
   SMACK!  Madeline brought one hand, open palm, down on Ashley's left tit.
It bounced at the force, and Ashley cried out.  I barked at Madeline to do
it again, and SMACK, the right tit got a matching handprint.
   At my command, Madeline kept going, beating her sister's breasts red. 
With every smack, Ashley shrieked and jumped, her whole body tensing.  This
included her ass, which meant she was massaging my cock every time.
   After a few minutes, I told Madeline to stop.  Ashley's tits were red
and painful looking, and she was crying.  Madeline looked at her sister,
without nearly the amount of sorrow I would expect...  Then again, she had
lived with Ashley longer than I had, there were probably lots of times she
would have loved to slap her before now.
   "Madeline," I asked, "have you ever felt your sister's pussy?"
   "No," she replied, looking down at the floor, "she never let me when we
kissed for the boys."
   "Here's your chance, dyke.  I want you to finger your sister's cunt."
   "No!" This was Ashley now, "Maddie, please, don't, I'm not gay!"
   "I'm sorry, Ash...  You know what he'd do if I didn't obey." Even as she
said it, though, I swear there was eagerness in her voice.  I had seen her
try to do this while making out...  The more I thought about it, about the
things that I had seen on video and tonight, the more I was sure.  Madeline
wasn't just gay, she had the hots for her sister.  Her twin sister.  That
was either kind of pathetic, or really narcissistic of her...
   Either way, Madeline didn't need any more convincing.  She kneeled down
between my legs, and started rubbing Ashley's pussy.  Ashley kept begging
her not to until it got too annoying for me.  I reached out and grabbed the
first thing I found - her discarded purple thong.  Then, pulling her back
so she lay down, back pressed to my chest, I shoved the whole thing in her
mouth and clamped my hand down over it, gagging her.  She fought for a
moment, but I growled a warning and pinched her nipple, and she settled.
   When she was satisfied that her sister was ready, Madeline slid her
index finger into Ashley's pussy.  Ashley was far from virgin-tight, and
Madeline's finger sank into her effortlessly.  She added a second digit
before starting to slowly pump them in and out.  I growled a command for
more, and Madeline complied, eventually getting four of her fingers into
her sister, who by now was moaning through the panty-gag.  Ashley had her
eyes shut, but Madeline's were wide open, staring at her sister's face, as
she began pumping faster and faster, fucking Ashley with her hand.
   For my part, I thought this felt amazing.  Ashley's ass was tight
enough, and only squeezed tighter when waves of pleasure rocked her.  At
the same time, I could feel the movement of Madeline's hand through the
thin wall that separated Ashley's ass from her cunt.  I was practically
getting rubbed off by one girl while anally fucking the other.
   Ashley's moans grew louder and more desperate.  She actually started
rocking slightly on me, opposite time to the thrusts of Maddie's hand.  I
don't know, maybe Madeline was really good at pleasing girls, or maybe
Ashley was a bit of a butt slut, or hell, maybe she was just enough of a
whore to like all of this together...  Either way, it wasn't long before
her moans reached a crescendo, and I felt her spasm and tighter on my cock
once more, before the energy seemed to rush out of her, and she collapsed
back on me.
   Good timing, too.  Much longer, and I would have cum, whether I wanted
to or not.  Don't get me wrong, the idea of shooting my load deep inside
her once-virgin ass was enticing, but I had a different plan.  I slowly
eased myself out of Ashley's ass, before unceremoniously pushing her to the
ground and standing.  As she recovered, spitting her thong out of her
mouth, I noticed that Madeline had started licking clean the fingers that
had just made her sister cum.  Without waiting to be ordered, no less. 
Nice.
   I picked up the camera to get a nice point-of-view shot before I waved
my cock at the two girls.  "Clean it." I ordered.
   "But that was just in our asses!" Madeline objected, grasping my meaning
immediately.
   "Do it, or else." This time it was Ashley who obeyed first.  Still dazed
from the orgasm, she rolled herself to her knees before me, and flicked her
tongue across my cock head, sending a surge of pleasure through me. 
Madeline, face twisted in a grimace of disgust, moved in beside her sister.
The two of them, tentatively at first, but then with more speed, began
licking my cock clean.
   "You know I own you now, right?" I spoke down to them as they ran their
tongues up and down either side of my dick.  "If you ever do anything to
piss me off, all of these videos go public, and everyone knows what
pathetic whores you two are."
   Madeline spoke, but even as she did, kept working on my cock between
words.  "What is it that you want from us?"
   I took my cock, wet with their spit, in my hand and started rubbing it,
directing them both to lick the tip.  As their tongues swirled together
over it, I played my hand.  "You never, ever mess with Sophie again.  Or-"
I used my free hand to pull my mask off, "with me."
   The shock of my identity took them both aback.  They gasped, stopping
their oral work.  Just as well, though, because as they did, I started to
cum.  Cum hit their open mouths, and wide eyes.  I blasted it on their
platinum blonde hair, and got it up their stuck up, bratty noses.  As they
spluttered and gasped, I pumped every drop of my seed that I could out of
myself, coating them.
   I turned off the video camera, but took one less picture, mostly for
show.  Their makeup was a mess.  They were labelled, "Dyke" and "Cunt
Licker" in permanent marker.  Their hair was dishevelled and they were
kneeling naked in the strewn remains of their costumes.  Their pretty faces
were masked with my cum.
   "I think we understand each other," I said.  "Happy Halloween, bitches."
  
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