My Little Sister is a Slut: Part 3

Point of view: Victoria

The night after I first touched Theodora, I did not sleep. I kept dreading the next day. I was positive that she would hate me. I kept my distance from her for nearly a week. All the while I was positive that she and Luther kept fucking behind my back. Eventually I did what any sister would do. I bought a dildo so I could be the one fucking my sister.

On a morning that I did not have work until late, I woke Theodora by lifting her covers off of her and exposing her bare body to the cold morning air. She always wore a single shirt to bed but it often rode up in the night. It was above her chest, leaving her beautiful nipples exposed, not to mention her stomach and her crotch.

I touched the hair above her cunt and made her flinch. She looked at me with a frown that I knew asked if I had to do this to her now. I smiled sweetly and maneuvered my head between her legs. She gasped when my tongue went into her cunt. I lapped at her clit and the inside of her crotch, making sure to get it nice and wet.

When I pulled back, she moaned in annoyance from having her now wet crotch exposed to the cold air. I was already busy with something else though. She sat up when she noticed I had put something else in my mouth. She was intrigued by the pink plastic protruding from my mouth and by the bulge in my throat.

She gasped for a different reason when I slid more than half of the eight inch silicone dildo out of my throat. She stared in awe and interest for a moment before she realized what was coming next. She tried to move but I pried her legs apart again and pressed the tip of the plastic, now slimy with my saliva, to her cunt.

The veins on her neck pulsed as she clenched her teeth. She crossed her eyes and winced. I don’t know why but even though dildos are often longer than an actual cock, it is always easier to push them inside; perhaps because they maintain their shape more. I slid it all the way in to the end and then let her own muscles push it back out slightly. It bent behind her pelvis and created a lump in her lower stomach which I could push on from the outside.

She did not seem to like it but I placed one hand on her stomach and used the other to push the dildo back into her a few times so that I could feel the lump against my palm. She kept trying to hold her breath and failing. Every once in a while she would jolt as if she was about to start cumming but the throws of an actual orgasm never really took over her.

While trying to use her muscles to push the dildo out, she ended up peeing a little, which she was ashamed about. I patted her cheek and kissed her on the lips, inserting my tongue into her mouth. I probed two holes of hers at once, making her unable to concentrate on either properly.

After a while I started working the dildo into her harder, deeper and faster. She kept her eyes crossed as they began to flutter. She kept sucking in more air but not breathing out very much. She placed her hands on the insides of her thighs and held her legs apart for me. She stuck out her tongue and panted like an animal, drool dripping down her chin.

I pounced on her, knocking her onto her back again. I pushed three fingers into her mouth and pried open the back of her throat. At the same time I used my knee to jam the dildo as far into her as I could. She tried to scream but only opened her throat for my intruding fingers. “Be quiet, you little slut. You don’t want to wake Luther,” I hissed at her. Tears were streaming down her face now. I grabbed one of her nipples with my other hand and twisted it.

She gulped, letting my fingers deeper into her throat. Her whole body shook beneath me as she started to cum. Liquid shot out of her cunt against my knee. It was warm and wonderful. I kept grinding my knee against her crotch the whole time. She arched her back, rising off the bed and groaning with my fingers still inside her throat. She was a bucking animal trapped beneath me.

Finally, after her orgasm subsided, I pulled my fingers out of her throat so she could catch her breath. She lay perfectly still except for a few twitches every once in a while. She kept her hands on her thighs, holding her crotch open and exposed. It must have been cold considering how wet she now was. I was surprised when the dildo did not emerge from her cunt after I moved my knee. It was far enough inside her not to be pushed out again.

I flicked her clit while smiling at her. “How are you feeling?” I teased her. She did not respond; she just kept this look of satisfaction and discomfort on her tear streaked face while staring at the ceiling.

“I’ve got to go to work now,” I warned her. “You better clean yourself up before Luther sees you. If he finds your cunt stuffed like this he’s gonna go straight for your ass again. You’re gonna feel what it’s like to get filled from both ends at once.”

I leaned down and licked some of the tears from her face before whispering in her ear. “Poor little slut. You get reamed by him every day. Your holes must be so sore all of the time. You like the attention though. You love being wanted but him.

“Every day I come home and I see your face all red, your knees wobbling, cum leaking down your thighs. I wonder how long you’ve been at it and how you can stand just letting him use you like that. He probably bent you over every table in this house. I get horny just looking at you, knowing you’re getting fucked senseless every day.

“You’re so lucky you have a sister.