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Copyright <20> 1998, T. Allen Strange. ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author. This story may be freely
distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted
by writing tallenstrange@mrdouble.com.
WARNING!! THIS STORY DEPICTS SEXUAL INTERCOURSE
BETWEEN AN ADULT AND A MINOR CHILD!! THE STORY IS
ABOUT INCEST! IF THIS TYPE OF STORY OFFENDS YOU, THEN
**READ NO FURTHER!!!**
THIS MATERIAL IS NOT INTENDED FOR CHILDREN OR
ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN (18) YEARS OF AGE!!
ALL PLACES, EVENTS, AND PERSONS DEPICTED IN THE STORY
ARE FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY PERSONS,
ALIVE OR DEAD, ARE COINCIDENCE, SELF-INDUCED
DELUSION, AN OVER-ACTIVE IMAGINATION, OR WISHFUL THINKING!!
ANY PERSONS **STILL** READING THIS STORY HAVE NO
OBJECTIONS COMING TO THEM REGARDING THE CONTENTS
OF THE SAME.
m/f, mm/f, M/f, Mm/f, MF/f, m/F, con, non-con, S&M, B&D
HOUSE OF SECRETS
By
T. Allen Strange
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning at breakfast Thomas acted the same toward
Heather as though nothing had happened. She, on the other hand,
kept casting sidelong glances in his direction. When he would
catch her looking at him she would blush and quickly look away.
Thomas knew she was having trouble dealing with it. That
bothered him.
Heather was basically a very good girl no matter what
happened last night, and if her conscience got to bothering her
too much she might just defy him. He had a good thing here and
he intended to make sure she was never able to refuse him,
regardless of what he wanted her to do!
The question was how? He pondered that question all through
breakfast. By the time Heather and Laura were clearing the
table after they'd finished eating he had a plan.
Parents didn't get summer vacation like them, and their folks
would be leaving for work soon. As soon as he finished eating
he returned to the room he shared with his brother and ransacked
the closet. It took a while but he finally found what he was
looking for. It was an old Lone Ranger's mask last worn several
years ago at Halloween. He grinned. It would do nicely!
Thomas went into the bathroom and rummaged through the
medicine cabinet until he found a box of cotton balls. He
removed two and returned to his room. Randy was just leaving.
"I'm going over to Doug's house. You coming?", he asked as
Thomas started going through the drawers in the desk they
shared.
"Naw, not now. I'll catch up with you later. I've got stuff
to do."
Randy looked at his brother quizzically. They were usually
inseparable. He considered hanging around to see what Tommy was
up to, but decided that Doug's house offered more opportunity
for fun.
"Okay, I'll tell him you'll come by later," he said over his
shoulder on the way out.
Thomas didn't answer. He found the last item he needed. A
tube of Elmer's glue. He sat at the desk and carefully pasted
the cotton balls on the inside of the mask over each eye
opening. When finished he scrutinized his handiwork carefully.
"That'll do just fine," he grinned, satisfied.
He shoved it into the drawer and opened one of the drawers of
his Captain's bed and retrieved the Polaroid he'd gotten for
Christmas two years ago. He hadn't used it very often because
his parents made him buy his own film out of his allowance.
After he'd used up the film that came with it he never used it
again. Film was expensive and you only got ten pictures to a
pack. Until now it simply wasn't worth it.
Unlike most boys his age, Thomas was careful how he spent his
money. He didn't waste it on video games, candy, baseball cards
or any of the myriad things kids usually spent their money on.
A pack of film for his camera cost eight dollars and change, a
small fortune by his standards. But if this worked it would be
worth every penny.
Thomas hurried back to the front of the house on his way to
the garage where his bike was waiting. Laura and Heather were
just finishing up the dishes and Randy was already gone, as were
their parents.
"What are you two going to do today?", he asked trying to act
casual.
"None of your business!", Laura told him matter-of-factly.
Laura put her hands on her hips and glared at him, trying to
look tough. Thomas grinned. He thought she was cute. Unlike
Heather, Laura's hair was brown and hung down to her shoulders
in luxurious waves. A spray of tiny freckles crossed the bridge
of her pert little nose from one cheekbone to the other. Her
eyes were also blue like Heather's but the similarity ended
there, for hers were full of mischief. She was a tomboy and
seemed to always be in trouble of some kind. His grin
broadened. She sure spent a lot of time locked in their parents
room getting her buns busted! Sometimes twice a week.
"Can it, squirt," he growled good naturedly.
"C'mon Heather, we don't have to tell him anything," she
added skipping from the room, obviously happy with herself. It
left him alone briefly with Heather.
"Be here at ten o'clock," he whispered.
"Why?", she asked. Her face said she had a pretty good idea
why.
"Because I said so," was his curt reply. He patted her
bottom and turned to leave, pausing in the doorway long enough
to add, "And be alone."
With that he left, Heather staring after him.
.......................................................
Thomas skidded his bike to a stop in front of the Pogo's
Quick Stop hoping it had the kind of film he needed. They lived
in a rural area and stores were few and far between. Doug's
house where Randy went to play was a quarter mile away and, at
about an eighth of a mile distant, only Steve and Mandy were
closer.
Pogo's was a mile from home and the next closest was just at
the city limits three miles further down the road. If it wasn't
here it would be a long ride to the next store.
He went inside and allowed himself to enjoy the smell of the
place. The little store had an ambiance all its own and was one
of the few places he really enjoyed. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, the
elderly couple who owned it, had been there all his life and
knew him well. Mr. Anderson, who was working alone today, waved
as he came in.
"Haven't seen you in a while, Tom," he greeted cheerily.
"How've you been?"
"Just fine Mr. Anderson," he answered.
"Good, good. What can I get you? A soda pop to cool you
off?"
"No sir, I need some film for my camera," he replied holding
it up. "I forget what kind it takes," he added apologetically.
"Oh? Let me see now," he murmured softly, taking the camera
from him. After a quick inspection he grinned.
"It takes Polaroid 600 film, Tom. Nifty little camera. Now
where is that at? Never could sell much film here. Should be
some here somewhere though," he muttered.
Tom smiled as the old man puttered around behind the counter.
He was always talking in undertones like that. It was sometimes
difficult to tell whether he was talking to himself or to you.
Tom didn't mind. It was one of the things that made him special
to everyone.
"Aha! Here it is," he said, triumphantly producing a twin
pack.
"That'll be thirteen fifty with tax. You get a discount because it<69>s
a double pack."
"Uh... I only need one pack, Mr. Anderson. Besides, all I
have is ten dollars," he told him. He shuffled his feet
nervously.
"Hmm. I see. Well, I suppose I could break the pack," he
sighed reluctantly.
Thomas understood Anderson would be doing him a big favor by
doing so. He couldn't sell half a Twin Pack and by letting him
have just one meant he was going to eat the other pack.
"Eight dollars, sixteen cents," he said ringing up the sale.
"Hold on to the other one for me and I'll buy it for the
difference when I get my allowance," he offered.
Anderson smiled at him.
"That's a done deal," he chuckled stuffing the film into a
bag.
"Thanks Mr. Anderson," he said as he took the bag and turned
to leave.
"If you're taking sexy pictures of those sisters of yours
with that, save one for me! I'll give you the next film free!"
Thomas stopped in his tracks and whirled around. He stared
at the old man unaware he was turning pale.
"Wh-what!?!" he stammered.
"Now don't get mad, I'm only teasing," Anderson laughed.
Thomas grinned weakly and hurriedly left the store. His
knees felt weak and his heart was pounding, but a few minutes
later he was back in control and on his way home.
When he arrived, he slid to a stop and jumped off his bike
allowing it to fall onto the lawn. It was a quarter of ten and
he saw Heather peddling toward him from the opposite direction
and knew she'd been at Mandy's house.
He ran to his room and retrieved the mask which was now a
blindfold and then put the film in his camera, ejecting the
cardboard cover. He hurried to the kitchen and hid the camera
beside the trash can next to the stove. Seconds later he heard
the front door opening and he yelled, "Lock the door behind
you!" Then he sat down in a kitchen chair and waited for her to
join him.
Heather appeared in the doorway and smiled nervously. Thomas
saw she was wearing pink shorts with a matching top, and tennis
shoes. Her long blonde hair was in a pony tail. Thomas thought
she looked especially pretty.
"Take your clothes off. I want to see what you look like in
broad daylight," he said.
Heather hesitated, clasping and unclasping her hands,
uncertainty etched on her pretty face.
"What if someone comes in?", she asked nervously.
"Why do you think I told you to lock the door, dummy. Now
take your clothes off," he repeated with some impatience.
Heather took a deep breath, looked around, then slowly let it
out before hooking her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her
shorts and pulled them down. Thomas saw she was wearing pink
panties as well. She stepped out of her shorts and then took
off her blouse, her nervous smile back on her face.
"Everything?", she asked.
"Everything. Even your shoes and socks."
"Oh god," she giggled then, and slipped out of her panty.
When she finished getting her shoes and socks off she set them
on the seat of a chair with her other things and stood facing
him.
"Now what?" she asked. There was a slight blush to her face
he liked.
Thomas reached into his shirt pocket and produced the
converted mask.
"Put this on," he said holding it out to her.
"What's this for?", she asked.
"I don't want you watching me look at you," he lied glibly.
She took it and slipped it on.
"Can you see anything?", he asked.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Tommy you better not be trying to scare me or something,"
she said suspiciously.
"You just do as you're told and you'll be all right," he said
as he took her arm and led her into a swath of light coming in
one of the windows.
"There, the light's better here. Now, spread you legs.
Wider. Wider!"
Heather kept moving her feet further apart until he finally
said, "That's good. Now spread your pussy."
"What do you mean?", she asked.
"Like this!", he snapped. He spread her small labia even
though it wasn't necessary. The little button of her sex was
already clearly visible.
"Now hold it like this with both hands so I can look at it,"
he told her gruffly. She did as he told her. Then he reached
behind the trash can and got his camera.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Yeah, like that," he replied flipping open the camera. In
less than a second the little red light came on indicating the
flash was fully charged. He knelt in front of her and peered
through the viewfinder making sure she was centered in the
picture. It was a perfect shot.
"I like looking at you naked Heather. You're really a
babe!", he grinned.
Heather smiled broadly. He knew she would. At that same
instant he took her photograph. The flash was followed by a
whirring noise as the camera ejected the picture.
"What was that?" she asked, startled. She ripped the
blindfold off and saw him pulling the photo out.
"What are you doing!!", she gasped trying unsuccessfully to
grab it from his hand.
"Relax, sis. It's our little secret. Unless...."
"Unless what?" Heather's alarm was growing.
"Unless you force me to accidentally drop this somewhere dad is
sure to find it."
Heather stared at her brother in disbelief. Finally she
blurted, "You'll get in trouble too!"
"Maybe, maybe not. I'm going to write Doug's name on the
back and Dad'll probably think he took it, or that it at least
belongs to him. But even if he does believe you, he'll also
think you posed willingly. I made sure of that!", he smirked.
Heather was near tears. Her lower lip trembled.
"Why?", she whispered.
"Because I don't want you reneging on our deal," he replied
truthfully.
"I already promised you!"
"Yeah, but people break promises. This is insurance. You
may decide you don't like getting screwed by your own brother.
This way I know you'll never have a headache," he smiled. He
looked at the developing photograph. It was a good one all
right. Very convincing. He stuffed it into his shirt pocket,
then took the mask from her and put it in his pocket as well.
"You won't be needing this for a while," he grinned. "Now
get back where you were and resume your pose!"
"What!? You can't be serious!", she exclaimed.
"Very serious," he said, patting his pocket.
"But I don't want you taking any more pictures of me!", she
protested.
"See what I mean about the insurance? And sis, I don't want
to have to keep repeating myself," he added with a stern look.
Heather backed to where she was in the swath of sunlight and
spread herself. The fun was gone and her fear showed even to
Thomas's eye. He looked through the camera, then lowered it.
"No one is ever going to see these but me, Heather," he told
her in an attempt to put her fears to rest.
"I don't believe you," she replied. This time her eyes
filled and tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
"Listen sis. All this is for is so you'll keep your word.
Besides, I know we won't be able to always do this and I just
want to be able to look back and remember the special things we
shared. After all, you ARE a very pretty girl. There's no
reason why anyone else ever has to know. Unless you renege," he
added quickly.
"Promise?"
"Yeah, sure, I promise," he reassured her with as much
sincerity as he could muster. It seemed to work. A look of
real relief washed over her face and it brightened considerably.
"Okay," she snuffled.
"Go to the sink and wash your face now," he said as gently as
he could. He wanted her to look fresh and willing.
Minutes later she was again in the pose. As she spread her
labia again Thomas winked at her and said, "This is just for
you, sis."
He leaned forward and kissed her clitoris and was rewarded
with a pleased gasp, followed by several more as his licked her
pubic mound. He knew girls were supposed to enjoy that and was
pleased that for once the schoolyard gossip was right. It was a
first for him as well.
"I like that Tommy!", Heather gasped delightedly as he licked
her mound thoroughly.
Thomas smelled her girl-scent and found it pleasant. He also
smelled a more pungent aroma and recognized it from the night
before when she was wet. Heather's hands were no longer able to
hold her slippery labia apart and she quit trying. Instead she
put her hands on Thomas's head to steady herself. On an impulse
he slid a finger into her vagina while he licked her. He heard
another loud gasp and felt her tremble. She was already very
wet.
He stopped licking and looked at her and began pumping his
finger up and down.
"Oh Tommy! Be careful!" she moaned.
Thomas grinned. Her legs were wide apart and she stood there
while he finger-fucked her. After half-a-minute he stopped and
put the camera to his eyes again.
"Give me a big smile!", he said.
Heather rolled her eyes at him and smiled. The camera
flashed and the second photo whirred out of the camera.
"Great shot sis! Very sexy!"
Heather blushed. The last thing she expected from him were
compliments.
Thomas was already thinking of his next shot. It would not
be easy to achieve, but he was sure Heather could do it. She
was quite good at gymnastics and had tremendous balance.
"Wait a sec," he said, and pulled a chair into the light. He
then had her lean sideways standing on one leg and, putting one
hand on the seat of the chair for support, and pulled her other
leg up in the air into a standing splits.
Thomas's breath caught in his throat as he looked at her.
She was beautiful. Her most private anatomy was exposed and
open to him and he was almost in awe of her. Her pubic mound
glistened wetly from his licking and moisture also glistened
from her vaginal opening.
"Stay there," he said hoarsely. He put his face between her
legs and resumed tonguing her clit. Her rapid breathing told
him she was still enjoying it which was good. He wanted her to
stay hot until he was through taking photos. Shortly he stopped
tonguing her and stood up. He held her raised leg so she
wouldn't lose her balance and said, "Hang on sis, I'm gonna
finger-fuck you some more."
She giggled shakily and then moaned as this time he inserted
two fingers into her pussy and began pumping them rapidly in and
out. There was a distinctly wet, sloppy sound coming from her
pussy as he did so. Heather's moaning and whimpering got louder
as he kept doing it faster and faster.
"Oh... Tommy! Oh!... Ummm! Oh, Oh! Ungh!! Tommy, Tommy!",
she gasped over and over.
Thomas stopped and knelt again. A broad grin split his face.
Moisture was streaming from her pussy! He backed off and
brought the camera up making sure that her face was also in the
picture along with her dripping cunt.
"Okay, big smile Heather!"
She obliged and he snapped the photo. Number three.
Thomas considered taking another of her in this position but
decided against it. He wanted as many different shots as
possible. But he was enamored of the way she looked spread out
like that and he had a great idea for the next two.
"Come over here," he said quickly moving over to the light
blue kitchen cabinets.
"What do you want me to do now?" Heather's chest was heaving
slightly and she was flushed from head to toe. Her eyes were
bright and alive. Thomas noticed her little nipples were hard
and very erect.
"I want you to stand on your head against these cabinets," he
replied.
"That's easy," Heather said. An instant later she was on her
head, balancing herself on forearms and elbows.
"Like this?"
"Yeah, only do the splits."
"Oh, Tommy," she said in mock exasperation. But her pleased
smile said she was really getting into it, and Thomas thought he
knew why. He ran a finger over her clit and tickled it. The
soft, shuddering, breath that escaped her said it all. She was
as horny as anyone could get! He started to finger-fuck her
some more, then had an idea.
"Wait right there!", he said excitedly and jumped up. He
went to the refrigerator, opened the crisper, and pulled out
several large carrots with the leafy ends still attached.
Glancing slyly at Heather he decided the biggest one would do
nicely. He bit off the pointed end until it was about ten
inches long. The big end was two and a half inches thick,
tapering down to a half inch at the other. He nibbled that end
until it was rounded and returned to Heather, kneeling in front
of her.
"What are you going to do?", she asked, looking curiously at
the large, thick carrot.
"I want you to hold it," he said, handing it to her. Then he
put his mouth over her pubic mound and gently sucked and licked
her. At the same time he reinserted his fingers into her pussy
and pumped them up and down. When Heather's whimpering and
sharp breaths were becoming urgent, he stopped.
"Now hold the carrot like this," he told her, putting it on
her stomach with the tip resting on her clit. Then he pressed
her legs down as wide as they would go. It always amazed him
just how wide she could do the splits. Upside down the effect
was eye-popping.
"That's great," he breathed. His hands shook slightly and he
had to wait a few seconds. When he was ready he said, "God
you're making me horny!"
Heather giggled happily and was rewarded with the familiar
flash and whir. As soon as the photo was taken Thomas told her
to stay as she was.
"Only six more to go, sis. I just hope I don't bust a nut
before then," he said as he dipped his fingers into her vagina.
He took the carrot from her with the other hand and started
rubbing her clit with it.
"Oh! That's cold!", she squealed.
"Tough cookies," he laughed and playfully thumped her clit
with it.
"Ow! Stop it!" she laughed back.
"Tough, tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!" he chanted,
happily punctuating each word by thumping her clit with the
carrot. Heather squealed but made no attempt to close her legs
or get down. All the while his fingers were plunging rapidly up
and down in her pussy.
"Tommy, I feel... funny... inside!" she moaned softly.
Thomas's fingers were soaking wet with her pussy juice. He
removed them. He didn't want her to cum, not yet. Her face
showed the urgency she was feeling.
"It's okay Heather. I'll take care of it in a little while.
Just hold this position for me," he told her gently. He took
the carrot and carefully inserted it into her pussy.
Heather stiffened and inhaled sharply. Her eyes widened as
she gasped, "That's cold! That's cold!"
"I'll warm it up for you," he giggled and shoved it in deep.
"Tommy!! Please don't!" she cried out.
"Relax. It'll be over in a second."
Thomas watched six inches disappear into her wet opening. He
forced another inch into her even as she cried out.
"It hurts! That's too far!" she hollered. But Thomas
noticed she made no attempt to close her legs. Her face however
had turned red and he stopped.
"Hold it just like that!" he said excitedly and backed away.
It was an incredible sight. A pretty little ten year old girl
standing on her head, doing the splits with the top three inches
of a thick, ten inch long carrot protruding straight up out of
her tight pussy! The bushy green leaf of the carrot top gave
the shot the perfect touch, adding emphasis by making it look
even bigger than it was.
"Give me a big smile," he said and was mildly surprised when
she complied. In fact it seemed particularly bright.
"That's five," he said as the camera flashed. Then he moved
close and kissed her pubic mound before removing the carrot.
"You can get down now," he told her giving her mound a little
pat. He led her into the center of the room.
"Face away from me, spread your legs wide, bend over and put
your hands on the floor."
When she was in position had a great shot of her ass, pussy,
and little tits. The moisture seeping from her pussy was still
very obvious so he didn't finger her this time.
"Like this?" Heather asked already smiling.
"Yeah, that's great," he replied and took the picture. Then
he gathered up the camera and carrot and got to his feet.
"Now come with me. I want some in another room," he said and
walked from the kitchen.
Heather followed.
"I need to go pee," she said as they started down the hall.
"Not now. Later," he replied curtly.
Thomas walked down the hall past the bathroom and their own
bedrooms to the door of their parents room and opened it.
"Here? We aren't allowed to go in there when they aren't
home," Heather said apprehensively. "We could get in trouble."
"Like what we're doing is all right as long as we don't do it
in there?", he asked dryly.
Heather reddened slightly. It was a silly thing to say. But
she was still apprehensive about it. The room was large and
beautifully furnished. A delicate French couch, twice as wide
as a regular chair, with pastel flowers on white silk was in one
corner and several comfortable chairs were situated around the
room as well. It was these that her father usually made her
bend over when he'd spank her. But it was the huge canopy bed
that dominated the room.
"Perfect," Thomas murmured. Like Heather, he associated this
room with pain and discipline. It was only three weeks ago that
his mother had made him drop his pants and shorts and take a
hard paddling. He'd been grateful she remained behind him. She
hadn't seen his erection.
Thomas knew his mother got pregnant with him when she was
only twelve. Fortunately they lived in a state where girls her
age could legally marry with parental consent. She'd married
his father and given birth to him when she was thirteen. Three
more pregnancies later she'd decided enough was enough and had a
tubal after Laura was born. She was blonde, lithesome in her
mid twenties, very pretty, and didn't look like she'd had four
kids.
"I've had my butt smacked a few times in here," he said in a
tone akin to reverence.
"Yeah, me too. Daddy's turned my bottom red in here lots of
times," Heather acknowledged.
"How does he do it?", Thomas asked, daring to sit on the
<20>forbidden<65> love seat.
"Tommy! That's personal," she said, blushing.
Heather was standing in front of him so her reached between
her legs and fondled her.
"Does he do that?" he asked, rubbing her clit with his
fingertips.
"No!" she giggled.
"Or this?" He slid them into her pussy and finger-fucked
her.
"No!", she gasped. She was beginning to get sore inside.
"Then it isn't as personal as what we do, is it. So tell
me," he insisted.
"Well," she began, her blush deepening, "it just depends.
Sometimes he makes me bend over one of those chairs. That's
when he usually uses a belt. Sometimes he makes me bend over
his lap, or just bend over in front of him. He uses his hand
when that happens. Once or twice he made me lay on the bed on
my tummy. That time he used a paddle. It hurt like fire, too!"
"Does he always make you pull your panties down?", he asked.
"Uh-huh. But he makes Laura get naked," she added.
"How do you know that?"
"She told me," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "Besides,
I've seen her after her spankings and sometimes...."
Heather's voice trailed off.
"Sometimes what?", Thomas prodded.
Heather looked at her brother. She seemed to be wrestling
with something. Finally she said, "Promise you won't tell I
told you?"
Thomas studied her before answering.
"I promise," he told her after a moment.
"Daddy spanks us until our bottoms are really red, you know?"
Thomas nodded. He'd briefly seen Heather's bottom once
several months ago after a session with the paddle. Her cheeks
glowed like a matched pair of ripe tomatoes.
"Well, sometimes Laura comes out of there with more than her
butt red!" she finished hurriedly.
Thomas looked puzzled.
"You know," Heather said, exasperated he didn't comprehend,
"You've been licking mine all morning!"
"Oh." Thomas reddened. Then her full meaning sank in.
"No shit?! He spanks her pussy!?!", he blurted.
Heather nodded.
"He says it's because she's been very bad. At least that's
what Laura says."
Thomas thought about all this for a moment, then shrugged,
filing this interesting bit of information away for future
reference. Right now he had better things to do than wonder why
dad like spanking Laura's girl-parts.
"Speaking of red bottoms, that's the way I want yours to be
for these next shots," he grinned at her.
"What!?" Heather looked both surprised and afraid.
Spankings and this room tended to have that affect on all of
them.
"Don't worry sis, I'm not going to give you a real ass
beating, I'm just going to give you a few smacks to turn your
butt a nice rosy color!"
"Why?" she whined pitifully. Thomas noticed she was already
rubbing her bottom as though she could feel the strap. He
thought she was about to cry.
"Here, just bend over and put your hands on the seat," he
said getting off the love seat. She did as she was told, though
Thomas saw her lower lip was trembling. How familiar this must
seem to her!
"Now spread your legs and raise your butt," he said kneeling
behind her. He forced her legs even wider and put his face
between them. As soon as he began nuzzling her pubic mound she
relaxed and arched her back allowing him easy access to it. He
sucked and licked her mound for a few moments, then pulled back
and quickly slapped each creamy cheek sharply once. Then he
buried his face between her legs again. He repeated this adding
a few more slaps each time until he was sure she trusted him.
"Is this as bad as you thought?" he asked, pausing to deliver
several firm slaps to each cheek. Thomas was delighted to see
his hand prints clearly defined in red on her buttocks.
"If daddy spanked me like this, I'd be in here every day!"
she giggled, wiggling her bottom at him.
Thomas laughed. He reached around her and retrieved the
carrot he'd laid on the seat and began spanking her with it,
being extra careful not to break it. Then, without warning, he
inserted it into her pussy. She gasped as he began rhythmically
fucking her with it, being careful not to allow more than five
inches to enter her. At the same time he spanked her with his
other hand.
Thomas was concentrating on spanking her, not trying to hurt,
but smacking her butt firmly. Her creamy, white, bottom was
turning very red and he could feel the heat from it. He was
startled when he realized she was undulating, fucking the carrot
with great vigor. He laughed loudly.
"Wiggle your ass, Heather! Fuck that donkey dick!" he
teased, thrusting it deeper. At the same time he really spanked
her ass hard. Heather yelped but made no protest. Thomas's
already stiff prick got even harder as he watched her ride the
huge carrot. It was getting almost too slippery to hold as her
pussy juices flowed over it. With a sudden flash of insight he
understood why their father spent so much time punishing his two
sisters. It was great fun!
Thomas found himself giggling like a schoolboy. Heather
seemed oblivious to the fact that she was receiving a thorough
spanking. No cries of pain filled the room although he was
slapping her ass as hard as any given her by their father. All
she seemed concerned about was fucking her pussy with the
large vegetable.
"Ooohhh... Tommy.... I feel... funny! Do it... faster!", she
urged in a broken, plaintive voice. The urgency sounded nearly
desperate and Thomas knew, instinctively, she was very near
having an orgasm. He wasn't ready for that yet. He intended to
have his own cock buried in her tight cunt when she had her very
first climax. He wanted her to associate intense pleasure with
him and his cock (and the things he made her do). He abruptly
withdrew the carrot and heard her groan in misery. He'd been so
intent on spanking her that he hadn't noticed just how much
moisture there was. It covered her pubic mound and inner thighs
where it seeped down from her vaginal opening.
"Tommy... don't stop yet!" she groaned.
"Take it easy, sis. I'm gonna fuck you 'til you pee in just
a few minutes. I'll get your rocks off for you, don't worry,"
he giggled.
"Right now I want you to wiggle your red ass over to the bed
and squat on this 'Love Stick'."
When she was on the bed he had her put her feet close
together and squat with her knees swung out to her sides. He
placed the heart-shaped pillows against each leg so that anyone
who knew anything about this room would know exactly where the
photograph was taken.
"Keep your legs as far apart as you can," he told her,
sliding the carrot beneath her. When he'd inserted it inside
her pussy, he had her lower herself onto it, which she now did
readily enough.
Heather's face showed a mixture of embarrassment, shame,
pleasure, and excitement as she spread herself open to his
camera and squatted on the carrot. She couldn't keep from
moaning softly as it slipped deep inside her once again. She
looked at his crotch hungrily, desperate to have his cock
thrusting inside her to relieve the miserable, consuming, need
that made her feel so miserable. She knew now what being really
horny was all about. She smiled as prettily as she knew how and
was grateful when the camera flashed.
"Quick, get on your hands and knees!" he told her. She did
and he pointed at the wall behind her.
"Face the other direction," he commanded.
When she was facing the wall he said, "Listen Heather, do
exactly as I say no matter what. Raise your bottom high and get
on your elbows. Stay that way!"
Thomas grinned as she raised her cute ass for him. He put a
hand in the small of her back to hold her still and pressed the
narrow end of the slippery carrot into her anus. Heather jumped
and looked quickly around when it began penetrating.
"What are you doing?!" she yelped.
"Stay still if you know what's good for you," he warned.
Then he shoved the carrot into her upturned ass.
"Ow! Stop it! That hurts!" she squealed.
"I said keep still. You're going to take this up your ass
and then I'm gonna take a picture of it," he said forcing it
deeper.
"No! It hurts! It hurts!"
"I can do anything I want!", he said giving her a sharp smack
on one of her creamy cheeks.
"Oh Tommy, please don't do that! I don't like it!" she
pleaded.
"Then you're gonna like this even less," he grunted and began
ass-fucking her with it.
Heather cried out as he plunged the carrot into her upturned
ass in hard, even strokes. Thomas watched transfixed as
Heather's tight, pink, anus was forced to accept the unwanted
thing invading her nether region. He delighted as it spread her
creamy cheeks apart and stretched her anus wide as he pushed it
deeper.
"It hurts! Ow! Ow! Ow! Pleeeaase Tommy! It huuurts!" she
wailed.
Thomas kept a hand firmly planted in the small of her back
and continued to ass-fuck her with the vegetable dildo. At
first all he intended to do was just put it in her ass and take
a quick picture, but that changed. He found himself thoroughly
enjoying this act of decadence. Defiling her in this manner
gave him a sense of supremacy and power. Because, for all her
crying and protesting, she kept her butt raised for him and did
not pull away. Still, he did not get carried away and try to
force it in too far. The last thing he wanted was to injure her
such a manner that required medical attention. If that happened
Heather would be forced to explain her injury as well as
anything else a medical examination might turn up. Like the
loss of her virginity, for example!
Nevertheless, he could still give her a good butt-fucking as
long as he exercised caution, and he considered removing the
carrot and shoving his own swollen manhood up her tight ass. He
rejected the notion reluctantly only because he wanted to make
her have the orgasm that eluded her so far. So he settled down
and enjoyed himself.
"Does it hurt? Huh? I'll bet you really like it in the ass,
don't you?!" he said softly, watching her face as well as her
bottom.
"Please don't Tommy! You can spank me or anything you want!
Please take it out of my butt," she whined. Her face showed the
strain she was under.
"Now I'm going to push it deep," he told her. "You better
make sure it doesn't come out before I take the picture!"
Heather choked off a scream as he shoved the carrot deep into
her ass. Thomas stepped back and looked through the view
finder. The scene made him giggle as Heather's creamy buttocks
were now splotched with red hand-prints from her spanking. It
seem to draw attention to the thick, orange carrot sticking out
of her asshole, the leafy green part looking like a horse's tail
flying in the wind! The angle clearly showed Heather's strained
face as she looked around at him. Thomas was so intent on the
sight he didn't even tell her to smile.
As soon as he snapped the picture the dildo started sliding
out, it's tapered shape making it impossible to stay in for more
than a few seconds at a time. But that was okay for now.
"All right, get up and come over here," he told her, moving
to the French couch. As an afterthought he added, smirking,
"And bring your carrot with you."
Heather retrieved the carrot where it had dropped from her
anus onto the bed and went over to where he stood. He took the
carrot from her and made her straddle the seat facing the walls
behind the couch. She was again forced to do the splits, as
with her legs wide apart, her ankles barely reached each arm.
She held on to the back of the seat and looked around at her
brother. She blushed again as she saw him looking transfixed at
her most private anatomy. He knelt behind her and touched her
throbbing clit. She almost swooned.
Moisture oozed from her wet vagina and she felt his hot
breath between her legs as he kissed her pubic mound. She
wanted him to fuck her, needed his thick cock in her pussy to
relieve the ache deep inside her. Instead she felt her ass
being spread by the carrot again.
"Oh Tommy!" she groaned miserably as he began butt-fucking
her with it.
"Shut up Heather," he whispered hoarsely. "I want one more
picture with this sticking out of your pretty butt. Besides,
one day soon this is going to be my cock in your ass. You might
as well get used to it!"
Thomas took little notice of Heather's lamentations. He
pounded the carrot into her ass taking wicked delight in her
submissiveness to him. Her cries gave him an intensely erotic
sense of power over her. After a full minute of reaming
Heather's tight little ass, Thomas stopped fucking her with it
and shoved it deep. He hurriedly snapped the picture, not
because he wanted to ease Heather's discomfort, but because he
was so horny he couldn't wait any longer.
"Now you're gonna get what you've been asking for!", he
grunted.
Thomas unceremoniously jerked the carrot from Heather's ass
tossing it on the seat beneath her, then undid his britches,
pulling them and his underwear down. His erection jumped out
and stood at attention, straining, it's bulbous head turned deep
purple.
Heather gasped as he positioned himself between her wide-
spread legs and inserted it into her vagina. Then she cried out
as he savagely pounded his aching manhood into her in hard
thrusts.
Thomas groaned as Heather's hot wetness surrounded his thick
erection. It felt so good! He drove his cock hard, feeling it
bottoming out inside her. She cried out with a mixture of pain
and pleasure as he ravaged her. Then, without warning, her eyes
flew wide open and she arched her back steeply. An ecstatic
wail sprang from her throat as an orgasm shook her. Her vagina
contracted, squeezing Thomas' cock.
He grinned. "Go for it sis! I told you I'd get your rocks off!" he
grunted with self-satisfaction. He continued to fuck her hard
and fast until his own climax neared, then he suddenly slowed
down, groaning loudly. Seconds later his cock erupted, spewing
huge globs of semen into Heather's hot vagina.
Thomas held on to Heather's waist, groaning, and slowly
pumped his erection in and out of her tight pussy, his head
reeling as he climaxed. He took wicked delight in filling his
sister's hot cunt with his cum. It was just as thrilling today
as it was last night.
"Here's your reward for being such a good piece of ass,
Heather!," he chortled. "Do you like it?"
Heather didn't answer but he saw her eyes were still wide.
She turned her head in his direction slightly and he saw the
submission in her face. There was also a look of both shame and
excitement he found very appealing as she meekly accepted his
seed. As always, Thomas spewing cock disgorged an incredible
amount of ejaculate. If a teaspoon of ejaculate was normal for
a grown man, then Thomas was a freak. He commonly ejaculated
seven to eight times that much. This meant that his climaxes
always lasted longer than normal, and were very messy. Having a
receptacle for these copious deposits was a welcome change from
a wash cloth or tissue.
He'd heard the whispered "I" word in school before about
another student and understood what he and Heather were doing
was called incest. As long as they weren't caught he didn't
care. Heather wasn't going to tell anyone, she was too ashamed.
She would let him do her whenever he wanted. After today he
knew there was nothing she wouldn't let him do.
When his throbbing cock stopped gushing he pulled it out and
wiped the head on Heather's upturned ass, rubbing it against her
pink anus. Then he pulled his britches up and gazed at her
nakedness for a moment, wondering how to position her for the
last photograph.
"Tommy, I still have to pee really bad," she complained
tentatively. "Can I go now?"
Thomas grinned. He knew now what the last picture was going
to be!
"Sure, come with me!", he told her gleefully. He grabbed her
by the wrist as she climbed down and led her through the house,
past the bathroom, into the kitchen and out the back door.
"What are you doing!?" she protested anxiously. "I can't go
outside naked! What if someone sees me?!"
"Then you'll be in big trouble, won't you," he grunted half-
dragging her out the door. Thomas looked around the yard, a
frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. Where was the best
place? He wanted this one to be the best of all. After a
moment his eyes lit up. Sixty feet from them stood a huge live
oak tree. In the shade beneath its magnificent limbs was
nestled a round, wrought-iron, patio table surrounded by four
matching wrought-iron chairs.
"Over here," he said propelling her out into the yard and
over to the tree. Heather reluctantly went with him, suddenly
acutely aware of her nakedness. Her gaze traveled in all
directions as she fearfully expected to see their parents, or
Laura, or Danny, one of their friends or someone suddenly pop
into view and discover them. Thomas took three of the heavy
chairs and set them in a triangle, two of them several feet
apart. Then he made her climb onto the chairs, a knee on each
of the two furthest apart, and her hands on the third one in
front of her facing away from him. This had the same effect as
when her last position in their parents bedroom. Heather's pink
vaginal opening was completely exposed, and Thomas giggled when
her saw the moisture glistening on her inner thighs and seeping
onto her pubic mound. He'd had really given her a good fucking!
"That's good," he said positioning himself behind her and
peering through the camera. It was going to be a great shot.
"Now pee," he giggled.
"What? I can't do it like this, Tommy!", she whined. "I
want to go to the bathroom!"
"You're going to stay right there until you pee even if it
takes all day. And the longer you wait, the more likely someone
is going to catch you!"
"Please Tommy, let me go to the bathroom. I just can't do it
out here."
Thomas giggled. White semen was dribbling from her vagina
onto her pubic mound. He reached out and rubbed it onto her
clit.
"That's my cum Heather. Do you want some more out here?"
"No!"
"Then you better piss right now 'cause I'm getting horny
again looking at you all spread out like that!"
Heather looked at her brother miserably. He was really
enjoying this! She knew she had no choice and she really did
have to pee bad. Her face flaming crimson, first a trickle,
then a small current of urine streamed from her pussy. She
heard the click and whir as Thomas photographed her small act of
self debasement.
"Awesome Sis!" he laughed.
She looked around and saw him watching with genuine amusement
etched on his finely chiseled features. Only when the last drop
was completely gone did he seem to lose interest.
"Okay, you can go back inside and get dressed now," he told
her while giving her buttocks a gentle squeeze.
Heather quickly jumped off the chairs and hurried toward the
house. She was glad it was over. Yet she couldn't explain a
kind of sadness as well. Then she realized what was bothering
her. It had been fun. She'd had an orgasm. She'd actually
enjoyed being naked in front of him! And, what's more, she'd
enjoyed it when he did all those other things to her as well.
As she went into the kitchen and retrieved her clothes and
dressed, she wondered if he was going to make her do more, then
realized that was a foregone conclusion. Of course he was. And
she would go along willingly with whatever he had in mind. She
knew, secretly, that this would have been true even without
those pictures he'd taken. But for now she was glad it was
over. She was sore and tired and was glad nothing bad, like
getting caught, had happened. The rest of the day would be a
breeze, she thought.
Heather was wrong. She finished dressing and headed out the
front door and back on her way to Mandy's house. She'd
forgotten the carrot still on the couch where Thomas had fucked
her.
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