My Sister Ashley chapter 8

It was dark, very dark and it took my eyes forever to start adjusting. There were patches of red light along the walls, table lights. There was no music at the moment but I did notice expensive looking speakers in the corners. The place was relatively small; perhaps twenty by thirty and a lot of space was dedicated to a red backlit bar along the left side of the club. The only people I could see at first were the two bartenders, one male, and one female, both clad in black. They were in one corner, talking in low tones which ceased as soon as Tish strode in, hauling me along like a stubborn child.

I tripped twice and it was only because she held me so damn tightly that I didn’t hit the floor. Finally, I could just make out a few figures seated at the tables along the wall. I could really only see three, all women it seemed. Two sat at one table and one solitary figure at another, which I instantly recognized as Sasha. Looking back I could see a huddle of dark shapes at the end of the bar sitting or lying on the floor.

Tish saw where I was looking and let out a deep chuckle, “Playthings. Generally they would be busy but there’s nobody here during the day so…” I saw Sasha get up as she recognized me and stormed across the floor to intercept Tish.

“Give him Tish. He is mine.” She smiled at me; her white eyes seemed to be floating in the middle of her face. The combination of her tattoos and her hair obscuring most of her pale skin.

“Fuck off Rusky! He’s mine.” As if to punctuate her statement she squeezed me harder, driving the air from my lungs. “Besides, Nat is looking for you I think. Got this ones sister with her.” Sasha grinned broadly and looked past us to the stairs where Natalia and Ashley had just stumbled in.

“Just as good.” She said quietly and sauntered over to them, an obvious bounce in her step.

“No.” I grunted, trying desperately to get away, to no avail. The two girls sitting at the other table had, by now, stood up and walked to the bar. They looked me over and dismissed me, thank god! Both were small and of course, dressed in the uniform black. Tish nodded to them and we continued on. There were four doors at the back of the club and we headed of the one second to last on the right.

“Tish let me go! Please! I didn’t mean to hurt Sarah!” I pleaded, struggling harder as we got closer to the door. She stopped and held me away from her, staring into my eyes. Even in the gloom her brilliant green eyes were captivating.

“I don’t care what you did to Sarah. I only care about what I’m going to do to you now. I haven’t had halfway decent sex in weeks.” She brought me closer to her, lifting me to the tips of my toes, “And I am way, way hornier than any of these bitches will ever be.” Her voice dropped and I was scared shitless to say the least. She pulled me tight again, crushing me against her large bosom as we reached the door and then through it. The last thing I saw was Ashley, Natalia, and Sasha walking in our general direction.

The room was an office of sorts, there was a desk with a few papers and a computer on it and several chairs. The room’s distinguishing feature though, was the two windows on either wall. Each showed the room on either side, the one on the right had a bed, sofa, and TV in it. The one on the left was almost barren save for a big metal table and a large box in one corner.

“Have a seat.” Tish said, thrusting me forward into a metal folding chair against the right wall. She turned and put a chain lock on the door we came through, then walked over to a small speaker box next to the window, punching a button. She tossed her long coat onto the desk.

“This should be entertaining eh?” she said coming over and sitting down on my lap. She was incredibly heavy and I grunted when she put her full weight on me. She chose to ignore me and instead ground her hips into my lap and leaned back. She was so heavy that I didn’t have a chance of moving her if she didn’t want me to, so I sat still and looked over her shoulder at the window.

“You know what I’m going to do when this is over?”

“No.” I muttered venomously.

“I’m going to go home strutting my stuff, saunter into my sister’s room and say ‘Guess what? I just did your old boyfriend. You know, the one that got the better of you.’ She’ll no doubt get all pissy and,” she sighed like she was so damn put upon, “I’ll have to calm her down, mess around with her like usual. But oh for those few precious minutes I just get to rub shit in her face, I’m getting excited just thinking about it.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

She giggled, again, a very strange noise coming from her, “Yeah. But hey that’ll change, wont it? I’ll be all full of you.” I shivered and she giggled again.

Just then the door to the room behind the glass opened and Natalia, Ashley, and finally Sasha trooped in; Sasha locking the door behind her. Natalia stepped up to the window and I could see her eyes flicking back and forth, one of her hands went to her hair and straightened an orange spike. It was a one way mirror!

The intercom crackled as Ashley spoke, “Alright freak, I’m here, now fix it before I crack your skull.” God damn she was pissed!

Sasha pointed at the table and said something in Russian, to which Natalia translated, “Sit down Miss Donovan, make yourself comfortable.” Natalia rolled her eyes, still looking into the mirror, obviously not amused by Sasha’s theatrics. Ashley sat up on the table as Sasha circled it, still speaking.

“I was very disappointed when I didn’t get to have you the other day. So I hope you can forgive me for giving myself a little…insurance to make sure I would see you again.” Natalia translated.

Tish snorted, “No body likes Sasha that much, but her mother owns the building so we all have to kiss her ass. Every time she finds somebody new she does something juvenile like this.”

“What does her husband think about all this.” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Pfft, he doesn’t care or know. He’s halfway across the world most of the time.”

Ashley’s voice brought my attention forward again, “Stop playing your stupid fucking games cunt! You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!” Sasha stopped in front of Ashley and produced a small bottle of clear liquid out of a pocket.

“Not to worry Miss Donovan, I have the antidote right here. I just need an applicator.” Again Natalia translated flatly.

“May I?” Ashley asked innocently, holding out a hand. Sasha gave it to her. Biggest mistake she could have made. Ashley dropped down off the table and backed handed Sasha right across the mouth. Natalia turned around and just started laughing as Sasha hit the floor hard. Ashley got down on one knee next Sasha and leaned in close, there was blood on the back of her hand.

“If either I or my brother ever see you again, I’ll rip out your fucking eyes and piss in the sockets! You hear me?” She did, but nothing else because Ashley drew back her arm and punched her right in the nose, and even through the intercom I could hear the snap of something breaking.

“Excuse me.” Tish chuckled and got up, moving quickly to the door and leaving. I just sat there, watching as Ashley unlocked the door and stormed out, followed by Natalia who was, by the way, still laughing hysterically. I heard a yell and then the door to my room burst open and Ashley was pushed through by a smiling Tish. She closed and locked the door behind her and I could hear Natalia raging just outside, every so often pounding on the solid wood.

“Tim!” Ashley squeaked and rushed to my side.

“I’m feeling generous tonight.” Tish proclaimed, tossing the bottle into the air and catching it, “I’ll let you two do each other first and I’ll settle for sloppy seconds, ya?” We both turned and glared at her.

“No go fuck yourself Patricia!” Ashley growled menacingly. Tish’s face contorted in rage and she covered the distance between them in two steps, seizing my sister with one hand clamped around her face.

“Call me Patricia again Donovan! Do it! I fucking dare you!” She paused, looking down at me as I sat there dumbstruck, “No. Better idea.” She put the bottle between her tits and reached down, easily yanking my pants and boxers to my knees. I don’t know why I didn’t move, why I couldn’t move. She plucked the bottle from the depths of her cleavage and dumped the contents on a hard-on I didn’t even realize I had. It was lukewarm.

“Do it to it Donovan. Don’t let it go to waste. I’m pretty sure poor little Sasha wont make you anymore.” She shoved Ashley on me and my sister looked down at me with apologetic eyes and a pained expression on her beautiful face.

“Tim I’m sorry.” She whispered as she started taking off her pants.

“It’s okay Ashley.” I said seriously, though inside I wanted nothing better than to laugh. I hadn’t fucked Ashley in…well a really long time.

Tish looked me over again, her bright green eyes focusing on my crotch, “Oh he’s a big boy isn’t he Donovan. You must have had some fun with him huh? I don’t know why Sarah didn’t try harder with you Timothy.” Ashley had removed her pants and soaked double layer of panties, but was standing nervously in front of me, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“C’mon Ashley, you have to.” I said holding out my arms like I was going to hug her. She whimpered again and stepped up, her legs on either side of the chair I was somehow rooted to. She slowly started lowering herself, her drenched and dripping pussy descending inexorably closer.

The potion slick head of my cock finally started to push into her. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a pleased smile. She twisted her hips as my cock sank deeper into her boiling insides, corkscrewing it, making sure to coat every bit of herself.

“Oh Donovan, doesn’t it feel good? Such a relief.” Tish cooed. Sidling up behind Ashley, her arms creeping around my sister’s middle, she slowly started undoing the buttons of her shirt. Ashley didn’t notice; she couldn’t feel anything outside her cunt. She moaned as she hit bottom, slumping forward. I buried my head in her shoulder, letting out a little moan as well.

Tish snaked her hand up under Ashley’s chin and pushed in her red cheeks with two fingers, forcing out her lips. “Kiss him Donovan. Kiss you brother.” She forced Ashley’s head closer to mine and Ashley wrapped her arms around my head and mashed her lips against mine. She squeezed my head tighter, twisting her hips and making me cry out, my head slamming back against her arms. Ashley gasped as she drew herself back up and let herself fall back again. Tish twisted her head around and forced my sister’s full lips against her own.

Ashley’s eyes widened for a moment before closing again, I doubt she cared anymore. Tish’s hands slipped inside Ashley’s shirt, deftly undoing her bra and fondling her large breasts. She broke away and forced Ashley’s face back to me, we kissed again. Tish stood directly behind Ashley, her hands making hard, forceful movements under Ashley’s shirt while she kissed my sister’s neck.

“Ohh my god! Tim! UUUUHHHH TIM!” she screamed as she came unexpectedly. I wasn’t ready for it either and my whole body jerked along with her as she pounded all of her pent up lust out in one massive blast. Milky but almost clear liquid rushed over my cock and splashed across my upper thighs with quite some force. She continued to scream until her breath ran out and she collapsed, her head hitting my collar bone with a thud. Her body just kept pumping liquid, flushing her out and cleaning away the toxin Sasha had put in her. The chair I was sitting in soon flooded and overflowed onto the floor, pooling around my feet.

“Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed, as her cunt twitched spasmodically. Even if she tried she could never have made herself do that on her own. She was good but not that good. It was like she was still awake and fucking me with as much effort as she could muster, except she was passed out cold.

“That’s nifty.” Tish said, genuinely impressed, “Typical of her to not give me any credit though.” As she spoke she took her hands out of Ashley’s shirt and cracked her knuckles.

“It’s my turn now.” She smirked excitedly, pushing Ashley’s unconscious body over. She tumbled to the floor in a heap and was still except for her heaving chest.

“No Tish come on! Please you don’t…”

“Have to?” she finished for me, cocking a manicured eyebrow, “Of course I don’t have to,” she paused, stepping up to me with a very obvious wiggle in her hips. She leaned in close, her face mere inches from my own. “I want to.” She breathed. I tried to stand but she pushed me back down and sat on my lap again, trapping my unusually persistent erection beneath a solid thigh. She still had that freaky corset on and her skirt/dress thing. She tilted her head back and regarded me over her small nose.

“So, how many chicks have you bopped, Mistah Tim?” she asked, giggling.

“I’m not telling you.” I grunted, this was starting to get painful, “How many have you ‘bopped’?” I asked sarcastically.

“Hmm, girls? That would have to be twelve. Guys? ‘Bout thirty.” She said this so nonchalantly that I found myself believing her.

“Pfft. Yeah right! And you’re not dead from some STD yet?” I scoffed.

She narrowed her eyes at me and reached behind her with both hands, undoing something. The tip of her tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth and as I watched I noticed her corset loosening. She stood up and with a final jerk of her arms, the leather restraint burst off of her huge tits. I couldn’t help but gasp as her massive breasts dropped, jiggling madly.

I chuckled, “When did you buy those Patricia?” She sighed, giving me a dirty look. She quickly undid her dress and let it drop to the floor, she obviously didn’t believe in underwear. She stood there not looking at me, instead looking down at Ashley’s still limp form.

I managed to drag my eyes away from her tits to look the rest of her over. She was absolutely ripped. I had only seen more defined abs on television. I sat transfixed by her stomach for the longest time before her hand running across the six lumps distracted me.

“Oh my mistake, eleven girls, twenty eight-guys. I’m always over-exaggerating.”

“Roids much?” I smirked, still looking at her stomach. She sighed again and ran her fingers over the tattooed tally marks on her side. Sure enough, separated into two groups were eleven and twenty-eight little tic marks.

She stepped closer to me, running her hands up and down her ridged stomach. “You are not helping yourself Tim. Making fun of me isn’t going to make me go easy on you.”

“H-ha I’m n-not scared of you.” I said; my voice cracked.

She smiled sweetly, “That’s good, because I can be a little rough.” She slapped me across the face all of a sudden, whipping my head around as tears formed in my eyes. She grabbed me by the throat and hauled me to my feet.