Our mean aunt Stacy part III

I never got to sleep that night. I was in too much pain. When Billy awoke I limped into the kitchen to make him a bowl of cereal, as I did every morning. I didn’t feel like eating. The only thing I wanted was to get out of there. I leaned over to Billy and whispered into his ear, “we’re running away.” Billy turned and whispered into my ear, “We can’t Bobby. Aunt Stacy put locks on the door and windows last night.” I looked to the door and recognized the shiny brass lock affixed to the door. I went to the window and found that it too had a lock attached to it. That bitch knew I’d try to get out. She anticipated every move we tried to make. We were prisoners, and this was Hell. I tried to imagine what we could have done to our mom that inspired her to leave us here. She had to have known that her sister would torture us like this. I collapsed to the floor and began crying once more.

Later that morning Stacy emerged from her room with a cheerful smile. “Good morning boys” She chimed. “Oops, I almost forgot…” She went back in her bedroom and returned with the bright blue strap-on penis in hand. I cringed at the sight of it. The devastation it inflicted on me the night before was still fresh in my mind. It was stained with my dry blood. Stacy proceeded into the kitchen, humming as she went. She turned on the water in the sink and I heard the rubber dick thump as she tossed it into the sink to wash it. A moment later she carried the now clean torture device into the bedroom and came back into the living room empty handed. She stood looking at us for a moment and then tugged at the belt on her robe as the sides fell open exposing her naked body. The then shucked the terrycloth garment to the floor. Billy and I knew the procedure well. If Aunt Stacy gets naked, we have to look at her and masturbate. We both got to our feet and pulled our shorts down and began stroking our penises for our aunt’s amusement. “Hey Bobby,” Stacy said smiling, I bet you’ve got quite a load built up after last night.” I hated aunt Stacy. She raped me last night and now she’s making jokes about it. We’re in Hell and aunt Stacy is the devil. Stacy walked by us and grabbed my eight-year-old brother by the ear as she passed by. She plopped down on the couch and shoved Billy’s face into her crotch. “Mmmmm I’m so horny after last night” She said as she stretched and leaned back on the couch. After a week of having to do this, Billy knew his duty. He slipped his tongue between Stacy’s pussy lips and lapped at her like a thirsty dog. “Come here Bobby.” She ordered as she beamed blissfully. I reluctantly limped over to her. She took hold of my little twelve-year-old cock and began stroking it. “We’re gunna do something a little different this morning.” Stacy ordered me to stand on the couch over her as she continued to jerk me off. “I’m ready for breakfast and you make pretty good jam.” Stacy stroked my cock until she felt it begin to convulse in her hand. Then she opened her mouth just as I blew my load. She caught ever bit of it on her tongue and even went so far as to lick the rest from the tip of my dick Stacy shoved me off the couch and I landed on my tender ass. She acted like she was savoring my cum, swishing it around in her mouth before finally swallowing it.