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 Author: Deoz
Title: Holiday Family 4 - Be My Valentine
Universe: Holiday Family Tales
Summary: The Valentine's Day Dance is approaching, and Benny Holiday has
a crazy week of sexual domination and blackmail.  But he has no idea what a
big change is coming for his relationship with his family.
Keywords: mmF, mfff, bd, blackmail, inc
   -Chapter 1Over the years, my mouth has gotten me into more trouble than
I care to remember.  The problem is, I just never knew when to keep it
shut. Sometimes it would be bragging.  I don't mind admitting, I can be a
bit of an egotist.  If I'm proud of something I've done, I want to tell
people.  When I first got accepted onto the football team, I brought it up
in almost every conversation I had for the next two weeks.  Sometimes it
would be lies.  Even if I hadn't done something, I would lie to protect
that ego.  When Becky Johnson shot me down in grade 8, I lied about how far
I got, and said she let me see her boobs.  No one really believed me, but
my friends played along all the same.  And sometimes I'd get in trouble
because of secrets.  I haven't always been good at keeping them...  Ok, I
admit it, I kind of liked to gossip.  When my step-sister told me she saw
Amanda Lynn and Julia Hammond kiss, I lasted about two minutes before
passing it along to my friends.  The whole school took to calling them both
lesbians before the end of the week.
   Anyways, the point is, I know my mouth gets me into trouble.  It had
before, many times.  I know I had to be super careful with secrets.  And so
you would think I would have done better when it came to talking to Derek
Hensel.
   Derek was my age, and had been in the same class as me every year since
grade 3.  Most of the time, Hensel was the closest name to Holiday in the
alphabet, so we got `randomly' paired for work a lot.  At first, it was
hell.  Derek spent years being a bully, a bad-student, and an all around
jerk.  I had done more projects by myself and been forced to sign his name
on it than I care to remember.  In the last few years, though, he's toned
down.  His parents split up when we were in grade 7, and that seemed to
actually mellow him out a bit.  Especially towards me.  It was pretty much
common knowledge that I was on my third dad, my mom having lost one to a
car accident and divorced the second.  I was fairly happy still, though,
and I guess he saw me as a beacon of hope that living with a single mom
wouldn't suck all the time.  Anyways, he was less of a dick now.  While we
still weren't exactly friends - I was never going to invite him out to play
video games and he was never going to ask me to a birthday party - we got
along well enough to work together.
   Did I say that I bragged a lot?  Well, Derek was worse.  When puberty
hit him, it hit him hard.  He was the only boy in our class with hair on
his chest, and he stood nearly a foot taller than everyone else.  Not
awkward, gangly tall, either.  The boy had some serious muscle to him. 
With those changes came all the other ones - you know, new thoughts about
girls, tingling sensations where there was no tingling before, all that
stuff.  While most boys were worried about random boners during class, he
embraced the changes.  And bragged.  If you believed him, he had already
been with two-thirds of the girls in our school.
   "Yeah, Jenna is hot," he was saying, "but she gave it up a bit too
quickly, you know?  Who knows who else she had been with, if she's that
eager?" We were sitting at a table near the back of the school library.  We
were sent there during class-hours, supposedly to work on a geography
assignment about Israel, but both of us had agreed it was better to take
the class time as a free spare, and just look up the whole thing on the
internet later.  We had talked for a bit, and the conversation had turned
to the upcoming Valentine's Day Dance at the school.  Derek was going
through all of his possible dates.  "I kind of want to go with someone who
hasn't had sex yet, you know?  A virgin's the best lay...  On the other
hand, I want someone who knows how to give me what I want, too.  Noobs suck
at blowjobs."
   I made a noncommittal noise.  I had learned long ago that challenging
Derek's obvious lies got you nowhere.  He seemed to take my grunt as a
challenge all the same, though.
   "Oh, sorry," he said sarcastically, "I forgot, you wouldn't know. 
You've never gotten any action, have you?  You don't even know what a
blowjob feels like?"
   "Sure I do." There was a voice in my head, warning me to be quiet. 
Warning me to let Derek's comment go, to not open my big, trouble-making
mouth.
   "Nah, you don't.  That little willy of yours has never been touched by a
girl."
   "Has too!" And then there was the sound in my brain that warning voice
being squashed by pure, righteous anger.
   "You wouldn't know a blowjob if one landed in your lap." Derek seemed to
think this joke was funny, and began to giggle.
   "I've gotten more head than you ever have." Bye bye little voice.  Nice
knowing you.
   "Yeah?  From who?"
   Oh.  Shit.  See, there's the trouble that my big mouth gets me into.  I
have no doubt that I had gotten more action than Derek had...  But I
couldn't really tell him how.  You just don't tell people that you
blackmailed your older twin step-sisters into being your personal fuck
toys. And the truth is, I hadn't even really been thinking about them.  All
the time, talking about getting head, I was picturing my younger sister,
Sophie.  Turning thirteen on the day after Valentine's, Sophie was a huge
part of my life.  Her dad (my mom's second husband) had abused her, and we
had grown close under his roof.  After my mom had left him and remarried
again (to Richard, the twins' father), Soph and I bonded even more under
the shared abuse at the hands of the twins (which is what led me to
blackmailing them into servitude in the first place).  Anyways, we were
always close, and I think I cared for Soph more than just about anybody in
the world.  So last December, when she gave me a blowjob in terms of a
thank-you for helping her out of some trouble, it was something special. 
Sure, I had gotten head before and since, from the twins, but it was the
softness of Sophie's lips, the innocent, caring expression in her eyes
looking up from between my legs that haunted my mind.  She and I hadn't
done anything since then, but I couldn't forget that night.
   All of that aside, though, you simply don't tell someone else that the
hot chick you sucked your cock was your 12-year old step-sister.
   As I hesitated, Derek began to laugh.  That made me angry.  Here I was,
a 14-year old who had not one, but two personal sex slaves living at home
with me and two more partners on top of that, and he didn't believe me.  I
couldn't tell him about the twins, or about Sophie, but I damned sure
wasn't going to let him think I was a lying virgin.
   "Miss Legault." I answered.
   He stopped laughing, and right away I realized I made a mistake.  Mary
Legault, elementary French teacher, was one of the hottest women in the
place.  More students probably dreamt about Ms.  Legault's tall, curvy
body, big tits and shapely ass than any other single person in the school.
I certainly had.  And last December, not only had I gotten a titty fuck
from her, I got the whole thing on camera.  Since then, she (and her
husband, who I frankly had a lot less interest in) had agreed to do what I
said in exchange for not letting that video out.  I hadn't done much with
her...  I hadn't had the chance.  I got another tit fuck in her office when
I went to pick Soph up last month, and a blowjob another time.  It never
seemed good timing to go any further though.
   I was telling the truth, you see.  Ms.  Legault had given me a blowjob,
and it was a pretty good one.  But I knew I had made a mistake anyways.  I
knew what was about to happen.
   "Liar." Derek said.
   "Am not." I answered.  Shut up mouth, stop making it worse!
   "I will bet you a hundred bucks you haven't."
   I thought about it...  "I don't have a hundred bucks," I answered.  Not
quite true; my current step-father was pretty rich.  But it seemed like a
way to get out of this conversation.
   "Fine...  You're a liar, Benny.  I bet you your new Xbox you can't prove
that Ms.  Legault ever touched you before this Friday." I had gotten an
Xbox one for Christmas, which I had promptly bragged about.  I knew I
shouldn't risk it.  Back away, Benny.  Who cares if Derek thinks you were
lying.
   "And if I can prove it?" God damn it!  Stop talking!  "I don't want your
money."
   "If you're half the man you say you are, I've got something you might
like...  Amy Lui."
   "What do you mean?" Amy was a girl a year ahead of us in school.  The
daughter of Chinese immigrants, she was like a perverts dream child.  Tiny
frame, straight black hair, pretty face, long legs...  She was a hot little
piece of Asian meat, no question.
   "I have pictures of her naked.  I'll give them to you."
   I thought about it for a moment.  Could I prove that Ms.  Legault blew
me?  Sure, I'd just have to order her to do it again...  but did I really
want to give that proof to Derek?  It could be risky.  On the other hand,
if he actually had pictures of Amy, I would love to have them.  She was
hot, and I could always use more people than my own family to get off to.
   "Deal."
   -Chapter 2The arrangement was simple.  Simple enough to cause
complications almost immediately.
   The plan was for Derek and I to head over to the elementary school after
class on Friday.  We finished earlier than them, and the elementary school
is just down the street from the high school, so it was easy enough to get
there before all the teacher's had left.  We both told our parents that we
were staying late to finish up the Israel project, and then stick around
for the Valentine's dance that night.  I had a change of clothes in my
backpack, along with some other stuff; I didn't know about Derek, but I was
actually planning on making it to the dance.  I didn't have a date or
anything, but my friends were all going to hang out together.  It was for
all the high-school, so I was sure the twins, Madeline and Ashley, would be
there.  Probably each on the arm of one member of the football team, and
each planning to be on the cock of the whole damned team sooner or later
that evening.  I hadn't been much in the mood for dominating the girls as
of late, and without my directions they soon went back to their old ways,
sucking and fucking their way into popularity.
   They weren't the only people I'd be looking for at the dance, though.  I
had found out on Tuesday that Sophie had been asked to come to the dance as
Patrick Koon's date.  Sophie might have been only 12, but she had skipped a
grade, so she was only a year behind me and Patrick.  I wasn't exactly
friends with Patrick, or else I would have been really upset that he would
ask Sophie out.  Don't get me wrong, I know she's smart and pretty and
stuff, but that's my sister, damn it.  Ok, so maybe I was still a bit upset
about the whole thing.  Sophie was super excited, though; she had never
been to a high-school dance, before.  So, ignoring my better judgement,
when Patrick mentioned to me in class that he hoped I didn't mind he was
going on a date with my sister, I just told him to make sure she had a nice
time.
   Anyways, the plan was for Derek and me to catch Ms.  Legault before she
left.  There was usually a small window between the time the students all
left to when the cleaning people showed up.  The teachers theoretically had
the building all to themselves, though most of them still headed home as
soon as they could.  I had texted Ms.  Legault - we had arranged to be able
to reach each other easily in case I needed her `services' - and made sure
she stayed late.  The complication came when I went a step too far with my
bragging.  I soon grew tired of hearing Derek insist I was a liar, that I
could never get Ms.  Legault to suck me off, and eventually snapped at him.
   "I can get her to blow me, and more.  The slut loves my cock, she'll do
anything I say." Which was part true...  she would do anything I said, but
more out of a need to keep herself from being fired and arrested for
pedophilia than any particular love for my dick.
   Of course, Derek just thought I was bragging more, lying more.  So he
changed the deal.  He told me that since I was getting to see some prime
`Asian pussy' (his words, not mine) if I won, then he should get something
in return.  If Ms.  Legault really did anything I said, I had to get her to
let us both fuck her, not just me.  "After all," he added, "if she likes a
little guy like you, imagine how much she'll enjoy a real man."
   He didn't believe me, he called me a liar, and he added that he was more
manly than me?  What could I do, I had to prove myself right.
   So it came to be that Derek, Ms.  Mary Legault, and I all found
ourselves locked in one of the teacher bathrooms late Friday afternoon. 
The teacher bathrooms were pretty spacious, single-person bathrooms,
instead of the rooms full of stalls that the students got.  Lucky teachers.
   I had warned Mary that I was going to be asking for something new, and
she hesitated a bit when she saw I had brought something else.  But a
meaningful glance from me broke any resolve she may have had to refuse, and
she stripped naked at my command.  She was not super skinny, but not really
fat either.  Just pleasantly curvy.  She had a big ass, and a set of
massive breasts, framed by long, curly black hair.
   "So, boys, who do I get first?" She asked, squeezing her tits together
and licking her lips.
   Both Derek and I rushed to strip down.  Mary had seen me naked before,
but I felt a bit jealous as she looked at Derek and gasped.  I glanced over
- not in a gay way, mind you.  I just wanted to see what the big deal was.
Well, let's just say not all of Derek's boasting was false.  For a 14 year
old, he had a massive cock, easily eight or nine inches, rock hard and
pointing at the teacher.  I quickly looked away.  Fine, he has a big penis,
but I was the one with the sex slaves.
   One hand on my cock, I waved it at Mary.  "On your knees, slut." After
all, I had a bet to win with Derek.  Mary knelt down on the bathroom tile,
and took my cock in her mouth.  I was already hard - the sight of the hot
teacher naked took care of that, so she wasted no time.  Bobbing her head
up and down on me, she began sucking like a pro.  She would swirl her
tongue around the head of my dick every time she pulled up, and then
swallow almost my whole length down her throat.  I could feel her throat
squeezing around me, but not in a involuntary gag sort of a way - she would
do it on purpose, massaging my dick with the inside of her throat. 
Deepthroating me as deeply as she could, she would even slide her tongue
out underneath my cock to flick it at my balls.
   "Fuck, you're good at this," I gasped, one hand on her head.  It was
there less to steer her - she didn't need the encouragement - and more to
help keep me in place as I squeezed my eyes shut in pleasure at the
treatment.  I was a bit backed up - I hadn't used any of my girls for a
while - so it didn't take long for Mary's skilled mouth to push me over the
edge.  "Swallow it, slut..." I commanded as I began to cum.  She did,
without missing a drop, taking my cock to the back of her mouth and letting
me blow my load straight down her throat.  Each time she swallowed, I could
feel her squeeze around my shaft, pumping another blast of cum out of me.
   When I finally stopped cumming, she pulled herself off of me with a
smack of her lips.  "You're always so tasty," she said, smiling up at me.
That was one thing I liked about Ms.  Legault.  Yes, she was now fucking me
because I could cost her her job, and get her arrested, if she didn't do
everything I said...  But hell, she had let me titfuck her and forced one
of my step-sister's to lick her asshole  before I had any of the blackmail
material.  She was genuinely a slut who enjoyed fucking teenagers so, no
matter how much she was being forced to do it now, she always seemed to
enjoy herself.  "Is it your friends turn now?" Still on her knees, she
crawled over to Derek and opened her mouth.
   Derek was, apparently, not nearly as kind or as patient as I was. 
Grabbing Mary's head in both hands to hold it still, he trust forward,
forcing the entire length of his cock down her throat in one swift
movement. Mary's eyes went wide in surprise, but she managed it.  But then
Derek began thrusting.  He didn't let Mary loose, didn't let her move at
all.  He held her in place and fucked her face, uses long strokes.
   I saw Mary gag for the first time since I had been using her, unable to
keep up with the violent assault.  Derek didn't slow down as bile shot out
around his dick, though.  If anything, that just made him fuck her faster,
harder.  His balls swung against her chin with every pump.  Mary tried to
bring her hands up, to rest them on Derek's thighs, to slow him down, but
Derek was too strong for her.  Soon she was crying for the rough treatment,
tears leaving streaks of dark mascara down her cheeks.  She was struggling
to breath, I could tell, her nostrils flaring.
   "Derek, you should take it easy." I suggested.
   "Fuck that, a slut like this can handle it," he gasped.  "Can't you?"
With the hands on her head, he forced Mary to nod up and down `yes' while
his dick was still in her mouth.  Then he went back to fucking her.
   Mary, for her part, seemed to realize that she needed to end this
quickly, or else she might pass out from the abuse.  She reached one hand
between Derek's legs, rubbing her fingers on the patch of skin between his
balls and his ass.  Derek seemed to like this, so Mary moved her hand
further back, towards his ass.
   Don't get me wrong, I've made my step-sisters lick my ass before.  Sure
it felt good, but mostly I did it to humiliate them, not because I liked
having things in my ass.  That's way gay.  I would never let anyone put a
finger in there.  Derek didn't seem to have the same problem as me, though,
because no sooner had Mary's hand disappeared behind him than he forced the
entire length of his cock down her throat and, with a roar, began cumming.
   I could see Mary's throat working, she was trying to swallow down the
cum while not gagging on the cock.  When Derek finally pulled himself free
from her, a stream of bile and coughed-up cum followed as she gasped for
air.
   It was one of the most violent face-fuckings I had ever seen.  It was a
bit awful to watch, honestly, and I normally liked rough stuff.  I mean, I
had seen as bad in porn before, but those were actresses, they were paid to
take it.  This was a bit painful to watch.
   My cock had grown hard again watching.
   "Convinced yet?" I asked Derek.
   He nodded, "You win, Holiday, you did totally bang this slut first. 
I'll get you those pictures." He paused for a while, seeming to consider.
He had one hand on his cock, slowly rubbing it.  It had barely shrunk or
softened after cumming - a trick I wouldn't mind learning.  He was looking
down at Mary, who was still breathing heavily, her tits heaving, as she lay
dazed on the floor, dripping cum and bile.  "What if I wanted more?"
   I hesitated.  "What do you mean?"
   "The blowjob was great, but I'd like to fuck her.  She obviously does
what you tell her to for some reason.  What would it take for you to tell
her to fuck me?"
   I shook my head, "I don't know, man, that's-"
   "Fifty bucks, right now.  I've got it in my wallet.  I got a condom too,
if you need me to wear it."
   Fifty bucks, huh?  Money was never really an issue for me; my step-dad
was rich, and pretty generous.  On the other hand, it's not like I could
have too much cash.  Plus there was a little entrepreneurial side of me
that thought that renting out my whores for cash would be hot.  But no,
there had to be a line somewhere I wouldn't cross.
   "That wasn't part of the deal, Derek."
   Derek looked at me, eyes narrowed.  "You've already won my pictures of
Amy...  Let me fuck this whore, and I'll throw in the videos I have of her,
on top of the fifty bucks."
   "...Videos of her doing what?"
   Derek smiled.  He knew I was hooked.  "So very, very many things."
   Here's the problem.  That line I mentioned?  The one I couldn't cross?
Well, it sure seemed to be fading.  I knew it was wrong to whore out Ms. 
Legault for cash.  But really, was it any worse that what I had already
done?  I had pretty much sold the services of her mouth for the chance to
see another girl naked.  Hell, to be honest, it was pretty much how I got
to blackmail Mary in the first place, by whoring out the twins...  But
there was something about a literal transition of cash for sex that seemed
somehow different, somehow more vulgar.  Then again, a film of a hot, Asian
schoolgirl doing who knows what?  A schoolgirl that I knew...  a schoolgirl
that I could use the film to get to know a whole lot more intimately?
   "Make sure you wear the condom." I said at last.
   If I thought Derek was mean face-fucking Mary, it was nothing compared
to what he put her through next.  She clearly didn't like the idea of
letting him fuck her, but a significant look from me reminded her of what
happens if she refuses, so she followed Derek's instructions, crawling to
all fours, head over the toilet while her ass was pointed at Derek.
   Derek forced himself into Mary's cunt without any real build up. 
However else the slut had felt about the rough treatment, she must have
liked it at least a little...  Her pussy was wet, and seemed to offer no
resistance to Derek's cock.  "Oh my god!" Mary gasped as Derek pushed
himself up to the hilt into her.  Then he began.
   Watching Derek use the whore was like watching a car wreck.  I knew it
was wrong, I knew people were in pain, but that didn't stop me from
staring.
   Derek began by thrusting in and out of her like a piston, his hips
smacking against her curvy ass, making it jiggle.  With every thrust, Mary
let out a little gasp, half discomfort and half pleasure.  Eventually, she
asked him to slow down, to go easier...  This seemed to annoy him more.  He
grabbed Mary's head in one hand, and pushed forward, forcing her face down
into the toilet before her.
   He held her there for a moment as she struggled, fucking her doggy-style
while her face was sunk in toilet water, before letting her up.  She
gasped, toilet water streaming from her face and hair, and only had time to
suck in a new breath before Derek did it again.
   Before long, Mary was coughing up toilet water every time Derek pulled
her face up from the bowl.  Her face was soaking, but it had served to wash
off some of the mess Derek had left there.  Her curly hair was pulled flat
by the weight of the water, dripping it onto her body and the floor.  More
than once I saw her snort in pain, toilet water even flowing from her nose.
"Please..." She begged, "please, it's too much..."
   I felt like I had to step in.  Sure, I may like watching sluts get
destroyed, but I didn't want to really hurt any of my slaves, and this was
getting dangerous.  "Derek, that's enough, take it easy."
   "Don't want to go back in the bowl, slut?" Derek growled, slapping
Mary's ass with his free hand.  "Fine." He pushed forward again as Mary let
out a sob, but stopped this time so her face was resting next to the toilet
seat.  "Lick it."
   Sobbing in pain and humiliation, Mary stuck out her tongue, and ran it
along the edge of the toilet seat.  I shrugged.  I could hardly tell Derek
not to do that - after all, I'd done it to the twins.  I wouldn't want to
be hypocritical now, would I?
   As Derek picked up speed, Mary's face and tongue was dragged back and
forth along the toilet seat by the force of his thrusts.  Derek started to
moan in pleasure, slowing his thrusts and smacking her ass with every
withdraw.
   "Here it comes, bitch!" he growled, as Mary continued to lick the toilet
water that was dripping from her face off of the porcelain seat.  "Here...
it...  comes..." with one last, deep growl, he thrust into her as far as he
could and held there.  Mouth pressed to porcelain, Mary moaned in pleasure.
   After spending some time pressed into Mary, breathing heavily, Derek
pulled out from her.  The condom had caught his load, so all that dripped
from her pussy was her own juices.  She must have cum at least once in the
assault, I guessed, just going by the amount of fluid pouring from her used
cunt.  Derek pulled her from the toilet, and she rolled to her back,
staring at the ceiling, chest heaving as she breathed slowly.  Derek pulled
the condom from himself.
   "Here's a present to thank you for the fuck, slut," he said.  Then,
turning the condom over, he dumped his load from it directly onto Mary's
face.  She closed her eyes, and moaned a weak protest, but didn't move. 
Before it was even empty, Derek dropped the condom, too, and it landed on
Mary's face with a wet splat.
   Mary laid there, breathing heavily and ignoring the mess of toilet
water, cum, and latex on her face, while Derek and I dressed.  Fiddling
through his pockets, Derek handed me two USB jump drives.
   "One has the pictures," he said, "the other has the video.  You know,
I've gotta ask, how'd you get a dirty whore like this working for you?"
   "It's a secret," I replied.  I was still a bit disturbed by what I had
just witnessed...  My cock was still hard, too, but this had taken a while,
and I didn't want to be late to the Valentine's Day dance.  Besides, with
her cum-stained face and battered pussy, the idea of taking Derek's sloppy
seconds didn't have a lot of appeal.
   "Really?  `Cause, you know, I can't help but notice that you only let me
use her when I offered to give you some stuff that proved another girl is a
slut.  Some stuff that could be used to...  Convince her, I guess, to be
nice to you."
   Fuck, he was getting awfully close to the truth.  It's not like I
thought he would report me - not after what he had just done to the French
teacher, but I didn't much want him bugging me every time he wanted a lay.
"It was just this one time thing, today, Derek.  Drop it.  By the way," I
added, changing the subject, "I notice that, for someone who didn't believe
me to begin with, you were ready to pay for more than just a blowjob.  You
came with the video on a jump drive already..."
   Derek grinned.  "Hey, it pays to be ready, right?  What can I say, I had
some faith in you little buddy."
   We didn't say anymore as we finished getting dressed.  I glanced back at
Ms.  Legault, who was only just beginning to move.  I like to think I
didn't see the tears cutting streaks between the cum on her face...  I
would have to take it easy on her for a bit.  Fuck, one afternoon of Derek
might have spoiled the slut for me for weeks.
   I said bye to Derek as we left the school.  He headed one way - maybe
home, I don't know.  I, dressed in my semi-casual suit shirt and dress
pants, headed back to our school.  I had a dance to get to, after all.
   -Chapter 3My god, do I ever hate school dances.  I do this every time,
too...  I think they'll be fun.  I'll get to hang out with my friends,
maybe dance with a few girls, maybe if I'm lucky sneak off with one of them
for some fun elsewhere in the school...  I think all that stuff, and then I
actually go to one, and reality slaps me in the face.
   First problem: a bunch of my friends don't show.  It turns out they are
clever enough to remember that they don't like school dances, and stay home
to do something fun.  So rather than hanging out with my friends, I
gravitate towards the people I know the best (even though they are kids I'd
just barely say hi to if we passed in the hall) and pretend like I enjoy
their company.
   Second problem: the dancing.  Or lack of it.  Sure, there are plenty of
people who came with dates who are dancing - it didn't take long for me to
notice Maddie and Ashley, the twins, on the dance floor grinding between a
couple different guys - but those of us who didn't bring someone in
particular?  The girls tend to stay in clusters on one side of the room,
while the guys stay on the other.  Making the trek across the room to
actually ask someone to dance means every watches as you go, watches who
you approach, and watches if you get turned down.  No one has the guts to
do that, so people end up spending most of the night sitting with their
friends, glancing across the room, and then looking away if the risk of
making eye-contact becomes too great.
   And don't even get me started on how unlikely it is to actually get a
girl to leave with you for a while.
   Don't get me wrong, there were some there that I wouldn't have minded
going off with.  And some that I thought about making go off with me.  I
mean, there were the twins, and if I was desperate enough, I could always
order them to accompany me somewhere to relieve my pressure...  The problem
was, no matter how private a place in the school I found, it was still in
the school.  I didn't much want to have to explain my step-sister's sucking
my cock if someone walked in on us.  Amy was also there, jet-black hair
worn tied in a bun, pale skin showing starkly against the tight, red dress
she wore.  I thought about the jump drives in my backpack, thought about
going to the computer lab and printing off a few images, seeing what Amy
would do to keep me from passing them out during the dance.  For a moment,
the idea made me smile...  But no, it was a bad plan.  Too many variables,
too much chance of failure.  I would get Amy one day, I was sure, but I had
to plan it better.
   Maybe it says something about me that I barely even considered trying to
charm a girl away with me, but I didn't.  Don't get me wrong, I know I'm
not terrible looking, and I know I can be pretty charming.  Girls like me,
well enough.  The problem was I had come to love the total control I had
over my blackmail victims.  They would do anything, no matter how
degrading. And every time they did something humiliating, they just got
deeper and deeper under my control.  By now the twin and Ms.  Legault must
have known they were never getting out of it, I had too many humiliating,
compromising pictures and films of them all.  They were just trying to ride
it out until...  Who knows, maybe until I grew out of the phase, or I
graduated, or I got a girlfriend.  Whatever they were waiting for, it meant
they would do whatever I wanted, and I loved that feeling
   So I was left, bored, kind of lonely, with a pressure in my balls that I
ached to release but unable to do so.  It was turning out to be a miserable
evening.  And then I saw her.
   Brown hair shone in the lights, curled perfectly to frame a
proportioned, pale face.  A green dress, not so tight as to be called
slutty, but tight enough to show off the toned body underneath it, fell to
the middle of pale calves.  A sparkling necklace emphasised a thin neck,
coming to rest in the cleavage of two breasts that looked like they were
just beginning to come into themselves.  Pale eyes sparkled, almost silver
grey.
   Sophie was, without a doubt, the most beautiful girl in the room.
   Look, I know she's young.  I know she's my step-sister.  But she was
beautiful.
   She was sitting next to Patrick Koon, who was dressed rather slovenly, I
thought.  He was wearing one of those t-shirts that had a tuxedo print on
them, tucked into dark jeans.  I couldn't help but think the moron should
have gotten dressed up better to take Sophie out.  It also didn't help that
it looked like he was ignoring her, talking to other friends.  She looked
bored.  So Koon dresses like a slob and doesn't even have the decency to
make sure his date is having a good time?  What a dick.
   It was even worse than all of that, but I didn't find out until later.
   I spent an hour or so finding some way to entertain myself.  I spent
some time talking to the almost-friends that I had there, mostly about
television and video games and stuff.  I flirted a little with a couple of
girls, and even danced with one of them, but nothing too serious.  I kept
my eye on Madeline and Ashley, too.  They spent the night practically
drooling over and getting felt up by the various dates they had brought
with them.  Dumb sluts, you think they would have learned by now that that
sort of behaviour gets them into trouble.
   It was getting late when I saw Sophie storm out of the room, Koon hot on
her heels.  She didn't look very happy.  I had to take a leak anyways, so I
excused myself from my table and left, too.
   I found them down the hall towards the bathroom.  Sophie had her back
pressed to a locker.  Koon was standing over her, one hand resting beside
her head while the other ran up and down her arm.
   "Pat," Sophie said, "don't."
   "Come on, Soph, it would be fun.  I promise you'll like it."
   "Fuck off, Pat, don't touch me." Sophie tried to push his hand away, but
he pushed back, and she slammed against the lockers.
   "Trust me, you'll love this," Koon's hand moved from Sophie's arm to her
stomach, and began sliding down.
   The asshole never even saw me coming.
   I was bigger than Koon - stronger, too.  I spun him around to face me
with one hand on his shoulder.  He opened his mouth as if to speak, but I
closed it for him with a right hook across his jaw.
   He fell on his side, hand flying to the side of his face.  I kicked him
in the stomach.  "She's twelve, asshole." I growled.  He tried to speak,
but I kicked him again, catching him in the leg.  "She's my fucking
sister!" He raised one hand to ward me off, but I stepped on the other.  As
he whinced and cried out in pain, I leaned in, adding weight to the hand,
until I was close enough to whisper to him.  "Don't ever fucking touch my
sister.  Understand?" He was crying now, nodding his head, trying to pry my
foot from his hand.  "Good." I stepped off his hand, and as he rolled onto
his back, cradling it, drove my foot down one last time into his gut,
making him gasp and cough.  I raised my foot to kick again, but Sophie
stopped me.
   "Benny, it's ok, he's down." She had placed one hand on my arm, and was
looking up at me.  Her expression was a mix of gratefulness...  And worry.
   Look, I know I had a temper.  Nothing extreme, I never broke things or
beat people up...  Well, never beat people up before now, I guess.  But I
did have some anger problems, I had certainly thought about punching some
people out before now.  Sophie knew that, too.  Not that my anger was ever
directed towards her, but I had certainly vented to her before, and she to
me.  I had told her once that I didn't like some of the angry thoughts I
had, some of the things I wanted to do to people who bothered me.
   I guess she was worried about me doing them, after all.
   I met Soph's eyes for a while, then looked back down at Koon.  I was
just so pissed off at him, I wanted to make him pay for what he had wanted
to do to Sophie.  Soph pulled me away, though.  "It's ok, Benny, it's ok...
Just...  Can we go home?" I could hear her voice catch in her throat.  She
was trying not to cry.  That asshole had made her almost cry, and that made
me angrier.
   I took a deep breath.  Sure, I could keep pounding Koon...  But there
was a point where it would be more trouble than it was worth.  He was hurt,
sure, but I didn't think I had done any serious damage to him.  He could
try to get me in trouble, but then he'd have to explain why I had hit him
in the first place, and there was no way that he would get off easy after
getting handsy with a twelve-year-old.  If I really hurt him, though, it
might be different...  Besides, Sophie wanted to go home.
   "Yeah, Soph, let's go."
   ***
   I had my cell with me, and I called my folks to ask them to come pick me
and Sophie up.  There was no answer.  It was Valentine's Day, of course,
and my parents had a party of their own to go to.  They had been going to a
lot of parties, this year, but they never talked about them very much. 
Probably one of those boring things where adults stand around, drinking and
chatting about people they used to know.  Anyways, half the time, when they
went to these parties, they would never answer their phones.  Probably too
loud to even hear them ring.
   It's not like they were expecting to have to come and pick us up,
anyways.  The twins could drive, and they were supposed to bring us home
after the dance.  Well, they would just have to deal with leaving early, I
guess.
   I found them in a dark corner of the dance.  They were at a table,
Maddie was surrounded by three guys, and Ashley was sitting on someone's
lap.  I recognized them, mostly, guys from the football team, but I didn't
really care.
   "Sophie's feeling sick," I said, "we have to go."
   "Tell her to sit down for a while, she'll be fine." This was Madeline.
She barely even looked at me while she answered.
   "Girls, we're leaving.  Now."
   "We're busy, squirt, give us some time." This was Ashley.  She called me
squirt.  Squirt?  She hadn't called me that in ages.  She knew I didn't
like it.  Last time she called me that, she ended up taking my cock up her
ass.  I knew I had gone too long without fucking these two, they were
forgetting their place.
   When I didn't move, a couple of the guys took issue with my presence. 
One of them walked over to me.  I was big, for a fourteen year old...  But
he must have had three years on me, not to mention a foot in height and at
least sixty pounds in muscle.  "The ladies said take off, dude."
   I ignored him, and instead locked eyes with Ashley.  "You need to get
up, and we need to leave," I said again.  I didn't quite add the `or else,'
but she could see it in my eyes.  She could tell I was serious.  There were
times when I asked for things, and times when I told them what to do if
they didn't want me releasing all of their slutty pictures and videos to
the world.  This, she realized, was the latter.
   "Sorry boys," she stood, and took Madeline by the hand, guiding her up.
"Sisterly duties.  We'll make it up to you some other time, we promise."
With both of them falling into step behind me, we left the gym, and a group
of a half-dozen boys with blueballs.
   The twins took us home, complaining most of the way.  Sophie was quiet,
clearly still upset.  They had seen her go off with Koon, and it didn't
take them long to figure out what must have happened.  Not that they cared.
They just kept harping on the fact that we ruined their night by having to
leave early.
   The more they complained, the more annoyed I became.  You would think
after four months of me regularly punishing them for being annoying bitches
they would learn.  But they were as dense as they were slutty, and still
got on my nerves.  Maybe they thought I wouldn't do anything with Sophie
around - they didn't know she had seen us on Thanksgiving, and they
certainly weren't aware of what happened between us at Christmas.  Or
maybe, since I had been forcing them less lately, they thought I was done
with that.
   They were terribly wrong.
   By the time we got home, Sophie was crying, silently.  I tried to
reassure her, tried to make her feel better, but it wasn't working.
   "Let the baby cry," Ashley growled as we walked into the house.  "She
should feel bad for making us take you two home."
   "Ash, I'm warning you, if you don't shut up..." I left the rest of the
threat unspoken.  Ashley seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then glanced
at Sophie and smirked.
   "She could have had a better night, too, if she had just let her
boyfriend do what he wanted to her.  Hey, she let her daddy do it-"
   SMACK!
   Sophie had closed the distance between her and Ashley in a flash and
slapped her.  Hard.
   Ashley reeled.  Madeline gasped.  My mouth fell open.
   "Listen you dumb bitch," Sophie's voice was burning with anger, "just
because you're a slut and I'm not doesn't mean you get to talk about shit
you don't know."
   I had heard Sophie swear before...  But never so much in such rapid
succession.  "Soph..." I said, but she waved me off, and kept going.
   "Now you listen and you listen good.  I'm better than you.  I'm better
than you in every fucking way, no matter what you say." Years of abuse,
physical abuse from her father, verbal abuse from the twins, all came
pouring out of her.  I'm not sure when she began to cry, but as she
continued to dig into Ashley, tears ran down her face.  "You might be a big
enough whore to jump anything with a pulse and a dick, but I'm not,
alright? You don't get to pretend to be better than me because of it.  You
are nothing but a filthy, slutty, bitch, and I've had enough of your crap.
So you're going to say you're sorry, you're going to beg me to forgive you,
or else you won't have to worry about Ben showing the world what massive
sluts you are, because I will!"
   Ashley seemed too stunned to react, but Madeline squeaked.  "She knows?"
she looked at me.
   "Of course I know," Sophie answered before I could.  "You think you
could fuck around in this house and I wouldn't notice?  Hell, I probably
knew longer than he did.  Now," she turned back to Ashley, "apologize, or
I'll get Benny to send the world your videos.
   "I...  I'm sorry." Ashley was still reeling, from the blow, from the
torrent of insults, from the revelation that the twelve-year old she had
been picking on for years had everything she would need to ruin Ashley's
life.
   "Not good enough.  Get on your knees." Sophie's words came hard, and
cutting.
   Ashley looked at me in desperation.  I was a bit torn.  On the one hand,
I was as surprised as the twins about this whole thing.  I knew Sophie had
known what I had on the twins - I had told her myself.  But Sophie had
wanted as little to do with it as possible.  Even when I had used the twins
to fuck Sophie's teacher into giving her a better grade, I had made them
think it was all my idea, and not hers.  I was worried that this was coming
out of Sophie's anger, her pain.  If I let her go to far, she might regret
it later.  She might feel guilty.
   On the other hand, Sophie had even more reason than me to want revenge
on these two bitches.  They had been mean to me, but they had been
downright cruel to her.  And yes, there was something about my mental
picture of Sophie, blazing with beautiful anger, standing over the
kneeling, humiliated form of Ashley, that made my cock twitch.
   "Do it." I said.
   Slowly, still in disbelief, Ashley dropped to her knees.  "I'm sorry. 
Please, forgive me.  I'm...  I'm begging you."
   We all stood there, frozen for a moment.  Ashley had her eyes closed,
her head bowed.  Madeline was wide-eyed, staring at everything that was
going on in confusion and worry.  Sophie, still with silent tears rolling
down her cheeks, looked down at the step-sister kneeling before her with
flames in her eyes.
   And then all at once Sophie ran from the room, breaking the spell that
had held us all in place.  I looked at the twins, and at the door that
Sophie ran through, then back at the twins.  "Stay." I commanded them, then
ran after Sophie.
   I found her in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed, crying.
   It took her some time before she talked to me.  Sitting next to her, I
let her lean her head against my shoulder.  "Am I a bad person?" she
finally asked.
   "What?  No.  Why would you say that?"
   She hesitated for a moment, and her answer came as a whisper.  "What I
told Ashley to do...  He used to make me beg for things."
   I didn't know quite how to answer that.  I knew who `He' was, of course.
Sophie's birth-father.  He had abused her, sexually, for years.  We had
talked about it.  I think she had told me more about it than she had ever
told anyone else...  But not even I had all the details.  I knew enough,
though.  Enough to know how angry Sophie was, how hurt she was.  How
worried she was.
   "You're not him," I finally said.  Even I could hear how lame it
sounded.
   "But, those two...  Ben, I know what you did to them- What you do to
them.  And I know I should hate it, I should be mad at you, but I can't be.
You say they deserve it and...  I believe you.  They do deserve it, and
worse.  I remember feeling dirty, feeling worthless, feeling like nothing
but a...  a toy for someone else.  And I hate that I want to make them feel
that way."
   "Listen, Sophie.  What he did to you...  It was awful.  Inhuman.  You
were innocent, and you didn't deserve it." I moved to crouch in front of
her, so I could look her in the eyes.  "This is different.  Those two? 
They're abusers, too.  They're rotten all the way through.  What I do to
them?  It's not abuse.  It's punishment.  It's discipline."
   "It's justice..." she whispered.
   "Yeah, exactly.  There's nothing wrong with you wanting to teach them a
lesson.  I can help you, if you want.  But if you'd rather not, there's
nothing wrong with that, either.  You can stay up here." I was angry enough
that I was pretty sure I was going to teach Ashley a lesson, whatever
Sophie said.  But if she wanted to stay out of it, I'd respect that.
   "No." she said, finally.  "I'm not going to stay here.  I want to make
sure they never pick on me again.  I want to show them that they don't get
to talk about him like they know anything.  Come on, me and you, we're
going to get some justice."
   She took me by the hand, and together, we walked back downstairs.
   By the time we got to the living room, Sophie had wiped her face free of
tears.  She didn't look sad anymore, or worried.  Just angry and...  I
don't know, maybe a little excited?  She gave me one last look before
walking into the living room, and smiled at me.  That smile could melt my
heart.
   Striding into the living room, we found Ashley and Madeline whispering
to each other.  They looked up at us.  I saw Madeline swallow in
apprehension.
   Sophie glared at Ashley.  "Who told you that you could get off your
knees, bitch?"
   As Ashley sunk back to her knees, I couldn't help but grin.  This was
going to be fun.
   -Chapter 4All of the times I used the twins, all of the times I made
them do humiliating and degrading things for me, I thought I had a wicked
mind.  Fun, yes, but wicked.  I knew they would hate what was being done to
them, and I got off on pushing their limits as far as I could.
   It turn out Sophie might have had even darker places in her mind than I
did.
   We ordered them both to strip down.  They had both been wearing short
dresses, so it wasn't like there was that much to take off.  Sophie threw
their dresses and their bras away, but held on to the tights they had been
wearing underneath.  It was Ashley that Sophie was really mad at - Madeline
hadn't done anything too bad tonight.  But Sophie wanted to make sure
Maddie knew never to fuck with her, so Madeline had to be taught a lesson,
too.
   At Sophie's request, I went and got two of the many toys I had made the
twins buy.  A small, metal vibrator and a plastic butt plug.  When I got
back, I could see Sophie had been busy.  Ashley was lying down on the
floor, on her stomach.  Her arms were behind her back, and her legs pinned
up.  It looked like Sophie had hogtied her with her own tights.  She was
grimacing, the pose uncomfortable after only a few moments of it.  I
imagined that after any prolonged time, it would be brutally painful.
   I wondered, for a moment, where Sophie had learned how to hogtie
someone. I thought it best not to ask, though.
   I looked at Sophie and raised the toys questioningly.  She nodded at
Madeline, who sighed.  She was probably hoping to ride this one out
painlessly.  She was wrong.
   She bent over at my command, and reached back to spread her asscheeks. I
spat on her asshole once, and then started working the plug into it.  She
squirmed in discomfort, but didn't seem to be in any real pain.  Several
months under my attention had left her asshole more relaxed than it would
normally have been.
   Once Madeline had the plug, three inches long and one-and-a-half wide,
lodged firmly in her ass, Sophie took over.  She had gone to the kitchen at
some point, and brought back one of the wooden chairs from the dining set.
She directed Maddie to sit one it.  Madeline did, wincing slightly as the
pressure pushed the plug further into her ass.  Using Maddie's tights,
Sophie tied her to the chair.  It wasn't very much bondage - the tights
just went around her waist and behind the chair once - but it, combined
with a strict order not to move, seemed to be enough.  Even when Sophie
turned on the vibrator and pushed it up against the outside of Madeline's
pussy, Maddie just jumped a little at the contact, but didn't struggle.
   "You're going to sit here and watch," Sophie told Madeline.  "Watch as
this thing makes you feel like the slut you are." She put some extra
pressure on the vibrator, pressing it against the folds of Madeline's
pussy, but not pushing it inside.  "And you're going to see what happens
when people like you fuck with me, understand?" Madeline nodded, biting her
lip.
   Sophie turned her attention back to Ashley.  The blonde was clearly in
pain, already.  Anytime she would rock forward to try and relieve the
pressure on her back, the bonds that tied her would force her legs to arch
up further.  Anytime she tried to rest her legs, she had to crane her back.
Either way, there was no rest for her.
   "So tell me, Ash, do you still think you're better than me?" Sophie
stood in front of Ashley, her feet just inches away from Ashley's face.
   "No...  no, I promise I don't." Ashley's voice was full of desperation.
   "Why not?"
   "Because...  because you're good, and I'm just a slut!" she cried this
out, her voice high and raw with pain.
   "I don't believe you." Sophie had not been wearing any tights beneath
her dress.  Which was nice, because her skin was lovely and pale and
smooth. She pushed her foot forward.  "Prove that I'm better than you. 
Kiss it."
   Ashley looked up, a momentary flash of disgust in her eyes.  But then,
whimpering in pain as the movement put extra pressure on her legs and lower
back, craned her neck forward and down enough to allow her lips to brush
against the top of Sophie's foot.  "I'm sorry, Sophie, I'm sorry... 
please, let me go."
   "Not good enough." Sophie snapped.  "But since you were a well-behaved
slut and kissed my foot, I'll make it easier on you." Sophie sat down on
the ground, and raised her foot up.  As Ashley relaxed (as much as she
could, in the position she was tied in), Sophie brought her foot to her
step-sister's face.  "Suck." She said.  Without waiting for protest or
permission, she pushed her foot forward, forcing her big toe into Ashley's
mouth.
   Ashley obediently began to suck on Sophie's toe.  "Good girl," Sophie
gasped.  "get them all." She moved her foot around, making sure Ashley got
a chance to take every one of her toes into her mouth.  She even brought up
her other foot to get that one, too.  "Good...  little...  toe-sucking
slut..." Sophie's voice came in short bursts.  It was high and cracked.  It
sounded a bit like she was being tickled, trying not to laugh.  Well, maybe
that was it, maybe her feet were just really ticklish.  On the other hand,
it didn't sound exactly like that, and if you were ticklish, would you want
to force someone else to tickle you?  No...  the more I thought about it,
the more I thought it couldn't be that.
   And, while one of Sophie's arms was propped behind her head, the other
hand resting just below her stomach.  It was moving, slowly.  Not enough to
look like masturbation, but enough that she could surely feel it.  That,
combined with the voice?  Sophie had a thing about getting her feet played
with.  This was getting her off.
   That thought, and the sight of Sophie humiliating Ashley and getting off
on it, sprung my cock to life immediately.
   I started to undo my belt, but then hesitated.  After all, this was
Sophie's show.  I didn't want to get too presumptuous about what she was
willing to have happen...  I mean, sure, she had seen my dick.  She had
sucked it, after all.  But that didn't mean she wanted to see me naked
again.
   I looked down to find that Sophie was looking up at me, smiling
blissfully as Ashley continued to service her feet.  I gestured down at my
pants.  "Soph, you mind if I...?"
   She shrugged.  "Go for it."
   She didn't have to tell me twice.  In a flash, I was as naked as the
twins.  Sophie seemed pretty determined to teach Ashley a lesson, so I
thought I would have some fun with Madeline.  Because she was only tied at
the waste, she could lean forward in the chair...  But doing so would
undoubtedly put more pressure on both the vibrator pressing against her
cunt and the plug lodged in her ass.  But hey, I didn't really care.
   Standing in front of her, I wrapped one hand in her hair, and guided her
forward.  It was a bit awkward, but I managed to bring her far enough for
her mouth to touch the head of my cock.  There was no way she was going to
be able to get it very far down her throat at this angle, but I was content
to use what I could.  I began to buck my hips.  On my tiptoes, I could get
the first four or so inches of my cock into her open mouth.  It was enough,
for now, and I began fucking her face with it.
   She didn't seem to enjoy the position, and quickly began whimpering into
my cock.  I couldn't make out what she was saying, but I could guess. 
Asking me to stop, to take it easy.  I ignored her.  Maybe it was the show
Derek had put on, or maybe it was how angry I had been at the twins at the
dance...  Whatever it was, the thought that Maddie wasn't enjoying what I
was doing to her made me go even faster, even harder.
   Maddie was never as good at sucking cock as Ashley was.  Oh, she tried.
But she just never had the right sense of timing, the right rhythm.  So I
didn't let her steer.  With my hands in her hair, I thrusted into her
mouth, controlling the speed and depth of my cock.  She didn't suck me off
so much as let me fuck her mouth, but that was ok.  That was how I liked
it. In this position, I never got quite deep enough to make her gag, but I
could feel her clench and tighten around my cock a few times.
   Sophie, meanwhile, had abandoned all pretense that she wasn't enjoying
what was happening.  Though her hand was still on the outside of her dress,
she was clearly rubbing herself through it, while still forcing her toes in
and out of Ashley's mouth.  "What a dirty, low slut you are," she gasped.
"A dirty, foot-servicing slut...  Mmmmm...." She moved her hand faster on
herself, pressing it harder into her crotch through her dress.  She moaned,
louder, and raised her hips off the ground.  "Yessss...." With a contented
sigh, she let her hips drop, and pulled her toes from Ashley's mouth with a
wet pop.
   Madeline, meanwhile, had begun drooling.  It was pooling on her chin and
dripping off, and running down my cock.  I caught some on my hand and
rubbed it in her face, making her close her eyes in humiliation.  I slowed
down my thrusts.  The truth was, I probably wasn't going to be able to cum
in this position.  My legs were sore from having to stretch them, and I was
only getting half of my cock served.  So, for now, I decided to just use
Maddie to keep myself hard while I watched what Sophie did next.
   She hand walked around and knelt behind Ashley.  With her ankles tied to
he wrists, I imaged that Ashley's ass and pussy were in plain view for
Soph. "You like taking things in here, don't you?" Sophie asked as she
reached forward and pressed a finger to Ashley's pussy.
   Ash bowed her head as much as she could.  "Yes, ma'am.  I'm a dirty slut
who liked things in my pussy." Heh.  I guess months with me had given
Ashley an idea of when it's best to just play along, tell people what they
want to hear.
   Except it didn't look like that was what Sophie had wanted to hear.  She
frowned, staring angrily at the back of Ashley's head.  "Fine then," she
said, finally.  "I'll give you just what you want."
   Sophie slide two fingers into Ashley's cunt, and began slowly fucking
her with them.  Then she added a third.  Ashley moaned at the feeling. 
Then a fourth.  She fucked her step-sister with four fingers for a while,
as Ashley wiggled and moaned like a whore at the treatment.
   This seemed to annoy Sophie even more.  She pulled out her hand, and
brought all five of her fingers together in a point.  With a sudden thrust,
she forced all five into Ashley's cunt at once.  Ashley's eyes widened and
she gasped at the sudden penetration.  I couldn't see what happened next,
but I could guess.  Sophie, with her hand inside Ashley, clenched it into a
fist and began fisting her.
   Now, Sophie wasn't very big.  Her closed fist was probably only a few
inches across.  Wider than my dick, yes, but not even as big as some of the
toys I had made Ashley use on herself in the past.  But Sophie was putting
her whole arm and upper body behind the force of the fisting.  She was
punishing Ash's pussy with more power than I think I had ever taken to it.
Before long, she was halfway up her forearm in Ashley's cunt, and pounding
away at it furiously.  Ashley had begun swearing at the first thrust.  By
now, here eyes were squeezed shut, and her breath was coming in short gasps
of profanity.  "Fuck.  Fuck...  Jeeeeesus fuck..."
   "You like this, whore?" Sophie's voice was angry.  "You like it when
people fuck you nice and rough?"
   "Yessss...  ma'am I loooooove iiiiit.." Ashley's voice wavered with
every thrust.  I could hear the strain in it, the discomfort and pain
behind it.  She was still trying to tell Sophie what she thought Soph
wanted to hear.  She was still wrong.  The lie seemed to make Sophie even
angrier, and she increased the pace and strength of the fisting.
   Soon, Ashley cried out one long, sustained moan.  "Fuuuuuck!" It was a
sound I had heard frequently enough to recognize.  She had just cum.
   Sophie pulled her hand free of Ashley in disgust.  "You just came from
my fist, didn't you?  What a whore.  What about that one, how many times
have you cum?" She was directing this to Madeline, so I pulled out of her
mouth to let her talk.
   Drool coated her chin.  Her eyes were closed and, once I was out of the
way, her head sagged forward.  "I don't...  I don't know...  Three, maybe?"
She sounded tired.
   "Jesus Christ, you two are sluts.  I'm going to have to work harder than
I thought to teach you a lesson.  Benny, sit down." Sophie's voice was so
direct, so commanding, that I didn't even hesitate.  I was sitting on the
couch before I realized I had even moved.
   Sophie set about untying Ashley.  Once she was free, Ashley let her arms
and legs fall, wincing in pain as the blood rushed back to them.  She
teetered as Sophie made her stand up, her legs clearly asleep.  Sophie made
her stand, back to me, facing out.
   "Sit down," Sophie commanded.  "Benny's going to stick his cock in your
ass."
   Ashley sobbed out a pathetic "Please" in protest.  For a moment - just a
moment - I almost felt bad for her.  More than anything else, though, I was
worried how much trying to go in dry could hurt.  Me, I mean.  Even after
getting fucked several times, her ass was still tight enough that it
chaffed if it wasn't prepared.
   "Soph," I said, "I can't do it dry." I meant that I wanted some lube.  I
had some upstairs.  But Sophie didn't wait for me to explain.  She looked
down at my cock, and rolled her eyes with a sigh.  Dropping to her knees,
she pushed Ashley aside, and let a thin stream of saliva run out of her
mouth onto my dick head.  With one hand she rubbed it around, coating my
cock in her drool.
   Sophie's hand felt amazing.  Her skin was soft and cool.  I practically
came right then.  I imagined Sophie's face, looking up at me, smiling
through a glaze of cum.  My cock twitched, and pre-cum started flowing out.
Sophie either didn't notice, or didn't care, and ended up smearing that
around my cock, too.  I took a few deep breaths, trying to hide how close I
was to bursting.
   Ashley and Madeline were both starting at Sophie.  Maybe they were
surprised by how freely she had just played with my cock.  Or maybe they
were worried that there was nothing Sophie wouldn't do to get what she
wanted from them.
   Once my cock was nice and wet, Sophie stood again.  "There.  Now sit."
Ashley visibly flinched under Sophie's hard eyes.
   Reaching around herself to spread open her asscheeks, Ashley slowly
lowered herself onto my hard cock.  I tilted my head back and closed my
eyes contentedly as she sank onto me.  Her ass was tight and warm.  And I
knew she hated every moment my cock was in it, which made me like it even
more.  I had trained her to be able to take it, so it didn't take long for
her to sink all the way down, my entire cock lodged inside her.  She began
to bounce, slightly, until Sophie told her to stay still.
   Kneeling in front of us both, Sophie brought her hand back up to Ash's
pussy, and began forcing all of her fingers inside her again.  With the
pressure from my cock in her ass, Ash's pussy was tighter.  It took more
work this time, but she still managed it.  Before long, her entire fist was
inside Ash's cunt once again.  I moaned in pleasure.  I could feel Sophie's
hand through the thin wall that separated Ash's ass from her cunt.  It made
her ass feel even tighter.  And, when Sophie started thrusting her fist in
and out, I could feel that too, feel the pressure sliding up and down my
cock.  It was almost like someone was jacking me off inside Ashley's
asshole.  I didn't have to move, didn't have to thrust...  The pleasure
came to me.
   Ashley, however, was not enjoying it nearly as much as I was.  "Too
much!" She cried out, "Holy fuck, it's too much!"
   Sophie would not be deterred, though.  "I thought you liked it, slut?  I
thought you liked having your holes filled?" She pounded away at Ashley's
cunt with a ferocious vigour, sinking herself deeper than I had ever seen
Ashley take anything vaginally before.
   "Stop!  Oh god, please stop!  I'm sorrrrry!" Even as she begged, I could
see Ashley begin to shake, feel her clench down on my cock.  She came from
the abuse again.  The feeling was intense, the tightness of her clenching
mixed with the feeling of Sophie's hand brushing along my cock was too
much. I was going to cum soon, and I told Sophie as much.
   "Do it inside her," she said, "fill her up."
   I had been in a lot of sexy situations in the last half-year.  I had
done a lot of things that most people never had, never would.  Threesomes
and bondage and domination.  I had twins service me, I had been with my
teacher, and I had total control over them all.
   This, though...  My little step-sister ordering me to cum?  This was too
much, this was too powerful.  No sooner were the words out of her mouth
then I felt my balls release their load.
   I blew my cum deep into Ashley's ass.  She must have been able to feel
it, because she cried out as I did.  I sprayed burst after burst.  Every
time I thought I was done, I felt Sophie's hand brush past my cock, and it
milked another blast from me.  I felt like I had cum enough to swell her
stomach, to make her burst from it.  Of course I hadn't, but it felt that
way.
   When I finally finished cumming, I let myself relax.  I hadn't realized
how tight I was, how much I had clenched up during orgasm.  A wave of
pleasure and contentedness washed over me.  Sophie, meanwhile, pulled
herself free from Ashley's battered pussy once more.  Her hand and part of
her arm were glistening from Ashley's juices.  She guided Ashley off of me,
a thin stream of cum leaking out of the blonde's ass and down her legs, and
pushed her to the ground.  She wiped her hand off in Ashley's hair.
   "It's getting late," she said at last.  "but I want you two to
understand something." She looked from Ashley, who was lying on the ground,
ass leaking cum and pussy gaping, to Madeline, who was sweating and panting
as the vibrator continued to torment her cunt.  "I'm stopping because I
don't know when the other are getting home." She barely ever called mom and
Richard (the twin's father) by mom and dad.  "But if you two ever, ever
fuck with me again, I'll do worse.  If you tease me, if you try to make my
life difficult, if you even think about mentioning my father, I will
destroy you.  I will ruin your cunts, your asses, and your reputations. 
Understand?"
   The twins could only muster enough strength to nod.
   "Good.  Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day, bitches." Turning on her heel,
Sophie marched from the room, leaving the twins to bask in the sexual
destruction she had wrought.
   -Chapter 5I cleaned everything up for Sophie.  I'm sure she would have
helped, but I think she needed a break from what she had done.  I freed
Maddie from the chair and turned off the vibrator...  But for my own
enjoyment, I made Ashley pull out the butt plug.  With her mouth.
   I made sure that we hadn't left any mess or stains anywhere, then gave
the twins back their clothes and told them to get their slutty asses out of
my sight.
   The next day was Saturday, Sophie's birthday.  The twins spent almost
the entire day in their room.  They claimed to be feeling sick, but I knew
they just didn't want to face Sophie and me.  Richard made them come down
for dinner, though.  Sophie had asked to put off a birthday party with her
friends until the weather was nicer, so it was just a family affair. 
Mostly, Sophie and the twins avoided looking at each other.  I thought I
saw Sophie look up at them once and smirk, though I couldn't be sure.
   After supper, we had cake and presents.  There was even a present from
the twins, though I'm pretty sure mom and Richard had bought it and put
their names on the card.  I got Sophie the newest book from a series she
was reading, and she gave me a hug with her thanks.  I felt my cock jump at
the touch.
   That night, Sophie came to see me in my room.  It was late.  Knowing I
didn't have to go to school tomorrow, I stayed up on my computer, and it
was almost midnight when Sophie knocked softly on my door.
   She was wearing fuzzy pyjama pants and an old tee-shirt.  She looked
cute, and innocent.  I invited her in, and sat next to her on my bed.
   "So how does it feel to be thirteen?" I asked.  "Any different?"
   "I feel...  I feel strange." She said.  "Not the birthday, though. 
It's..."
   "Yesterday?" I hazarded a guess.
   "Yeah...  Did we do the right thing?"
   "We've talked about this, Soph.  We didn't do anything wrong."
   "I know, you're right." She leaned against me.  "It's just, I like
hearing someone else say that.  I...  I really liked teaching those two a
lesson.  And I like knowing that it isn't just me being mean."
   "You're not mean, Sophie.  Remember, it wasn't abuse..."
   "It was justice." She finished for me.  She fell silent for a while, and
I sat there, enjoying the feeling of her pressed against me.  "I never
really thanked you for what you did with Pat."
   Even the thought of Koon made me angry.  "You don't need to.  I'd do it
again in a heartbeat."
   She paused again, hesitating before speaking.  "It's just...  I've never
had sex with anyone except..."
   "I know, Sophie." I didn't want to make her say the word `dad'.
   "Heck, you're the only person I even touched down there...  Except for
the twins, now, I guess."
   I had never asked Sophie about last Christmas, when she had given me a
blowjob.  I didn't want to know how often she used those as ways of saying
thank you to people.  A small knot at the back of my mind unwound itself
upon hearing her admit that I was the only one.
   "Benny," she took a deep breath, "I don't trust many people.  You know
that.  I trust you.  And I want...  I want my first time, my first real
time, to be with someone I trust." She had sat up, turned so she could look
at me, face to face.
   "Sophie, what do you mean?" I'm not stupid.  I knew what she was working
towards.  But I needed to be sure.
   "Fuck it." She said, and she leaned forward, pressed her lips to mine.
They were soft, her lips.  They tasted like sugar.  She kissed me like that
for a moment, her body pressed against mine, before breaking away from my
lips.  "I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't...  You probably don't want..."
   "Sophie," I said, stroking her hair with one hand.  "You're my sister. I
love you.  We've been through hell together, and I'll always care for you.
If this is what you want, I want it, too."
   She blushed, and looked down.  Then it was my turn to blush, as she
choked out a laugh.  My cock had swollen large and hard when we kissed.  "I
guess you really do want it, huh?"
   I smiled.  "Yeah, but only if you do."
   She did.
   I had a pack of condoms hidden in my sock drawer.  I never wore one with
the twins - I knew they were on the pill.  I thought it would be best to be
safe with Sophie, though, so I pulled one out.  When I turned back around,
she was naked.  Her breasts were tiny, barely even noticeable when she lay
on her back.  Her pussy was smooth and hairless.  Her skin was pale enough
that it seemed to glow a radiant light in the darkness.  She was beautiful.
   I quickly stripped down, and Sophie put the condom on me, rolling it
down over my cock.  Again, the feel of her fingers was almost too much, and
I practically came just from that.  I managed not to, though, and got
myself in position to guide myself into her.
   I knew she wasn't a virgin, but she was pleasantly tight.  Her pussy was
already wet, and I managed to slide myself into her without much
difficulty. She gasped in pleasure.  Maybe I did too, I'm not sure.  I felt
myself sink into her, and pleasure washed over me.
   I had fucked the twins, and Miss Legault, but this was different.  This
wasn't me controlling.  This wasn't sluts begging for my cock.  I guess it
sounds cheesy, but this is what I assumed it was like to make love, rather
than to fuck.
   I moved slowly, pumping in and out of her.  She wrapped her arms around
me chest, and pulled me tightly to her as I went.  I could feel her breath,
warm and fast, on my shoulder where her face was buried.
   "You feel so good..." I whispered to her.
   "You do, too." she responded, "please don't stop."
   I kept going.  I wish I could say I lasted a long time, gave her a real
good time for her first time with me...  Truth was, though, I probably
didn't even last ten minutes.  She felt too good.  I tried to slow down, to
pace myself, but she began moving beneath me, grinding her hips into mine.
She started whispering into my ear, "yes, keep going, oh yes..." I could
feel her lips brush my earlobe as she did, her breath hot on my skin.
   "Sophie...  I'm going to...  Fuck, here it comes..." My breath came in
gasps.  A low moan, almost a growl, started deep in my throat and began
working its way out.  I was worried about people hearing, so I buried my
face in her neck and growled there.
   I came.  As I emptied myself into her (ok, into the condom inside her),
I could feel my arms grow shaky.  My mind fogged as pure, unspoiled
pleasure blanketed everything else.
   Even after I was done, Sophie held on.  "Don't move," she said, "just
stay inside me." She moved her hips, grinding them against me.  I started a
losing battle of wills with my cock, trying to keep it hard, keep it giving
her pleasure.  But it was softening inside her, exhausted from the single
most powerful orgasm I had ever had.
   "Yes..." Sophie kept whispering to me.  He fingers were digging into my
bag, but it didn't hurt.  "Oh yes, just...  a little...  more..." She
rubbed up against me, and I felt her fingers tighten on my skin.  "Oh....
Mmmm...." She sighed contentedly and released me.
   As I stood and moved around, throwing out the condom, cleaning myself
up, she lay on my bed, eyes closed.  Her legs were spread.  Her pussy
opened, just a little, still loose from the sex.  Once clean, I pulled on a
pair of boxers, and crawled into my bed next to her.
   "Soph," I whispered, "you should probably get cleaned up..."
   "Mmm...  No...  I want to stay here, with you tonight."
   I thought about it.  It was risky.  What if someone caught us?  Of
course, the odds were against it.  People barely ever came into my room. 
Especially on a Sunday morning when no one had to go anywhere.  And it
wouldn't be the first time she had slept in my room...  She used to come
here a lot, if she had a nightmare or anything.  Well, she wasn't normally
naked, but it was pretty much the same thing.
   Besides, as I lay down next to her, I couldn't help but think how
perfectly she fit into my arms.  Like she was made to go there, made to be
wrapped up by them.  A wave of determination came over me.  No one was ever
going to hurt my Sophie.
   I reached down to pull the blankets over us both, and she curled closer
in my arms.
   No one would ever hurt her.
  
Holiday Family 4 - Be My Valentine