Sibling Tussle: Part 3

Christina Lawrence is asleep in her bed when the sensation of something touching her wakes her up. She opens her eyes but is unable to see anything in the dark room. She can guess who is touching her due to the location though. There is another person in her bed with their hands on her butt, playing with and rubbing her hip bones.

As it is the middle of summer, Christina has taken to sleeping in the nude. She enjoys the feeling of her sheets against her skin, especially between her legs. “What are you doing?” she asks as her assailant runs his hands along the lines of her crotch. He stops when he reaches her pubic hair and begins tugging on it playfully.

“I’ve always wanted to wake a girl up this way,” the whispering voice of her brother Aaron answers her question.

“Just by touching them?” she asks coyly.

“I actually thought about sticking it in to wake you up but you were not wet enough. I’ll need some lube or oil before I can try that,” he is genuinely disappointed.

“What a way to wake up; listening to my brother talk about sticking it inside his own sister,” Christina clicks her tongue disappointedly.

“Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to wake up to a dick in your cunt?” Aaron asks bluntly.

“Well, that’s not what I woke up to, is it?” she responds sarcastically.

“I can put it in now,” he offers. She can already feel the lump that is his erection through his boxers.

“I’m not really in the mood,” she argues.

“You always say that,” he is annoyed.

“I just woke up,” she reminds him. “Unless I’m having a sexy dream, I don’t wake up with morning wood like you.”

“But you said I could do it whenever I wanted without asking,” he reminds her of the promise she made the previous time they had sex, which was over a week ago. Every time he has tried since she has turned him down.

“Then don’t ask,” she responds curtly. “Just shove it inside and fuck me while I scream for you to stop.” The tone of her voice suggests she would enjoy it very much.

“Fucking a girl without permission is amazing,” Aaron assures her. “But if I do it every time then it is boring. Why can’t we have normal sex sometimes so that it won’t get stale?”

“I’m not really interested in normal sex,” Christina admits. “Sex is just what I do with my cunt after I get horny and I only get horny when I think about things like how wrong it is that my brother crawled into bed with me.”

“Does that mean you’re getting horny now?” Aaron asks hopefully.

“Not enough to spread my legs if that’s what you’re asking,” she once again turns him down.

“Is this part of your fetish, limiting the number of times we actually have sex?” Aaron is getting even more annoyed.

“You can have sex whenever you want,” she reiterates. She can feel his erection throbbing just from thinking about raping her.

“My little sister really is a kinky slut,” Aaron mutters.

“I’m not a slut!” she raises her voice. He covers her mouth to keep her quiet so as not to wake their parents. This is the first time he has tried anything like this while their parents are home.

While keeping her mouth covered, he leans close to her ear and whispers into it. “You are a slut and I’ll prove it to you.” He bites part of her earlobe while touching her crotch with his free hand. He pinches her pubic hair as tightly as possible and rips out more than a few strands, causing her to scream into his hand. He immediately notices a wet spot forming beneath her crotch on the bed. “See?” he rubs her own pubic hair against her nipples.

She has to pry his hand off of her mouth before responding. “That’s pee, not cum,” she informs him.

“Really?” he slaps her cunt lightly, causing her to squirt out a little more liquid.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Stop that.”

“Why? Is it turning you on?” he slaps her cunt a little harder.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” she taunts him. He swats her cunt a few more times and gets her to pee in response each time but she still refuses to admit that it is making her horny.

“How hard should I hit you?” he resorts to asking her.

“Why does it have to be a hit?” she asks. “You could try something else.”

“I kinda already started this,” he responds vaguely.

She understands what he means though. Once they start something, they tend to try going as far as they can. “Maybe you should just keep hitting me harder until I can’t take it anymore,” she suggests teasingly.

“Do you like getting hit or something?” Aaron is slightly concerned.

“Of course not. Getting hit hurts. I always hated it when Dad would spank me with a wooden spoon.”

“He never did that to me.” Aaron tries to think back to the last time their father physically punished him. “Wait, I don’t remember him spanking you with a spoon either,” Aaron is confused now.

“Yeah, he did that when we were home alone; used to have me strip down and bend over the side of the couch or the coffee table. It hurt a lot but it was also kinda fun for some reason. I think I intentionally pissed him off sometimes just so he would hit me. I was so sore afterward that I couldn’t even put my clothes back on. I’d always have to run to the bathroom and pretend I was showering when Mom got home so she wouldn’t ask why I was naked.”

“Why would dad hide the fact that you misbehaved and got hit for it?” Aaron is still confused.

“I guess he knew he went too far. I was quite a handful back then. The last time he did it I was in so much pain that I threatened to tell Mom. He started just grounding me after that. In the end I stopped acting up as much too.”

Christina can not tell because it is dark, but Aaron is staring at her with a perplexed expression. Because he has been awake longer, his eyes have already adjusted to the dark. He can at least see her white skin as it is so much brighter than the rest of the room. His eyes are transfixed on her round white butt though. “Hey, what are you doing?” she yelps when he flips her over onto her stomach.

“I wonder if this will bring back some repressed memories.” Aaron slaps her across the ass lightly.

“First of all, ouch. Second, that’s nowhere near as hard as Dad used to hit me.”

“Fine.” Aaron slaps her ass again.

“Are you trying to take your time and enjoy this or something?” Christian mocks him.

“How hard did he hit you then?” Aaron grumbles.

“Remember last year when your friend lent you his game console and you spent a whole weekend playing it?” Christiana asks.

“Yes, you got fed up and cut the cord to the controller with a pair of scissors. I was furious.”

“You slapped me,” she reminds him.

“Did I?” he does not recall at first. “Oh yeah, I think I hit you pretty hard. You fell down crying and I thought you were gonna tell Mom. She came out of the kitchen to see what the noise was but you’d already gone to your room. I left you alone for a while and we just sort of forgot about it. Dad had to buy a new controller for my friend though.”

“I went to my room because I wanted to masturbate before the feeling of your hand on my face disappeared,” Christina admits bluntly.

“You what?” Aaron is caught off guard. As far as he knew, her fetishes have only manifested since they began their relationship. Apparently a few of them existed before.

“I think I know why I used to piss off Dad whenever we were alone. Getting spanked turned me on. When you hit me last year, I was reminded of it. I spent the next hour in my room pushing anything round I could find into my cunt.” If the siblings could see each other’s face they would both be blushing.

Eventually Aaron calms down enough and decides to try again. He slaps her ass as hard as he can; trying to recreate the emotions he had when he hit her last year. She buries her face in her mattress to stifle her screams. “Does that hurt?” he asks when she finally lifts her head.

“It hurts, but it’s not the same as last year. Dad’s wooden spoon was one thing; your slap to my face was another. Your hand on my butt just makes me think of your stupid massages that always end with me getting fucked.”

“This is gonna end with you getting fucked too,” he reminds her.

“Yeah, that’s why it’s boring. When you hit me in the face, the last thing that should have been on my mind was my cunt. Why then did my knees go weak and my clit start to throb?”

“Because you’re a slut,” Aaron responds bluntly.

“Maybe,” she does not argue this time. “I think we’ll need to try it again before I’ll know for sure.” She repositions herself on her knees in front of him.

“What are you suggesting?” He notices that her eyes are closed. She does not answer him. She knows that he already has figured out what she wants. Aaron hesitates as he weighs his choices. There have been many times in the past when he has been mad enough to hit his sister. Now is not one of them though. Her eyebrow starts to twitch as she becomes impatient with him. Finally he takes a deep breath to calm himself before slapping her cheek as hard as he can, making sure not to hit her ear or nose though.

Though she was ready at first, she had been just about to give up on the idea when he finally hit her. The force is enough knock her backwards onto the bed. Aaron can see the whites of her eyes as they spin in her head. Without light he is unaware of the red handprint forming on her cheek. She is lying on her back staring up at the ceiling dizzily. Her knees are the only thing not touching the bed. Instead they are swaying back and forth in the air, bumping into each other.

Aaron can hear a moist suction sound every time her cunt lips come together and then split apart. They are still moist from peeing. Steadily the sound gets louder as she bumps her knees together faster. She is reveling in the warm stinging sensation on her face while technically masturbating without touching herself. As soon as Aaron realizes what she is doing, he pushes his fingers into her cunt. She attempts to squeal but gurgles instead.

Eventually she starts to lift her butt off the bed in an attempt to push his fingers into her more. She raises and lowers herself, rocking her cunt around his fingers. At the same time she touches her face with her hand and flicks the red mark repeatedly, trying to make the stinging sensation last. It has started to go numb though.

Aaron can tell what she is doing and decides to help. He slaps her again with half the force of the first hit. She is not expecting it though and has to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep her voice down. She also ends up thrusting her hips forward, impaling her cunt on his fingers even more. Rather than lowering herself back down to the bed, she starts to twitch and spasm. She clenches her cunt and gyrates her hips, fucking herself on his fingers.

After a minute of this, she lets out a muffled moan as warm liquid surrounds Aaron’s fingers. He swirls them around inside of her as she bucks her hips. Eventually she gets tired and lowers her butt back down to the bed. She is still having spasms though. Aaron is staring at her in utter amazement. This is probably one of the best orgasms she has ever had. He does not want it to end just yet.

Without hesitation, Aaron slaps her on the side of the face again, causing her to yelp into her own hand. She bucks her hips on instinct, shoving his fingers back into her. After another slap from Aaron, she is motivated to start gyrating again. Before long, more warm liquid is rushing out of her as she starts cumming all over again.

After another minute of bucking, Christina is just about to fall back down to the bed again when Aaron slaps her for the fourth time, just as hard as the first. Her cunt clenches tightly as she screams into her hand. It quickly dissolves into gurgling though. Her eyes have completely disappeared in the back of her head as well. Still she continues to thrust herself at Aaron’s hand.

By now she has been squirting periodically for nearly three minutes. Aaron’s hand is soaked as is her mattress. Cautiously, Aaron pulls almost all the way out of her and folds his fingers into a fist. She tries to scream when he pushes back into her but he slaps her again, causing her to thrash.

Now she is pushing her cunt onto his fist with all of her might. Her face is screwed up in absolute pain. Every time her efforts weaken, Aaron slaps her again. She screeches into her hand each time but quickly devolves into muffled sobbing right after. Tears stream from her eyes, making streaks on her face that Aaron can not see in the dark. Snot drips from her nose, making it hard on her to breath with her own hand over her mouth.

Every time he slaps her, she thrusts harder, impaling herself further. This continues until his fist reaches all the way up to her cervix. By now she is not even covering her face anymore. Her screaming has devolved into hiccups as she foams at the mouth. Not being able to reach any further, Aaron unfolds one finger and pokes her cervix with it.

Christina tries to sit up, accidentally punching herself in the stomach from the inside with Aaron’s fist. She falls over again thrashing about. Eventually she lies still though, coming to the conclusion that any movement will only make her situation worse. She tries to speak but only spits up more foam. She might be trying to tell him to stop.

Aaron pulls halfway out of her before thrusting his arm back in, punching her in the stomach again. She promptly rolls over and vomits off the side of the bed. Aaron waits for her to recover but instead she goes limp with her head hanging off the side of the mattress. Her hair is just barely too short to reach the pool of puke on the floor.

Aaron touches her cervix again but she does not respond. She has completely passed out. Her cunt relaxes enough for him to easily remove his fist. She nearly falls over the side of the bed but he pulls her back by the legs. With her unconscious, there is not much more enjoyment to be had playing with her. Aaron stands up and crosses the room so he can turn on the light.

The scene that flickers into view is both erotic and sobering. His little sister is lying on her bed completely naked. Her body is covered in sweat and cum that ran up from her crotch to her breasts every time she lifted her butt off the bed. Her face is a different story entirely. She has saliva and puke around her mouth, snot running over her lips, tear streaks on her cheeks and a blood red handprint on one side of her face. Her eyes are not even closed but her pupils have disappeared inside her head.

Even with mixed feelings and emotions, there is only one thing Aaron wants to do right now. He grabs his sister’s cell phone from her night stand and starts to take pictures of her. He wants her to be able to see what a mess she is. She was so turned on by being slapped but unless he wakes her up and sits her down in front of a mirror, she will not get to see the results of their escapade. She gets off on watching other girls getting tormented; what is she going to say when she sees herself in a similar situation?

Aaron repositions her multiple times to get as many alternate angled shots as possible. When he is finally satisfied, he sends them all to his phone which is still in his room. He then takes a marker from her desk and writes the word slut on her chest. That will definitely make her mad later.

After yawning a few times he decides that he should get some sleep as well. He positions her on one side of the bed and crawls in next to her. Even though he is tired he does not fall asleep right away. He spends several minutes staring at his naked sister next to him while smiling to himself. He feels incredibly lucky to have such a submissive girlfriend. As he finally drifts off, he wonders what will happen if either of their parents finds them together like this. For some reason he is more thrilled by the idea than scared.

The pair sleeps soundly for several hours before Christina wakes up first. She is immediately distressed by the stickiness of her face. She rolls over onto the floor and lands in the still slightly wet puddle of vomit. “Fuck,” she curses while standing up quickly. She heads straight for the door of her room but it is difficult to walk. Her crotch is extremely sore and her stomach hurts. She has to lean against the wall when she reaches it.

“What’s wrong?” Aaron groans from her bed. He was half awakened by her cursing.

She does not answer him. Instead she opens the door of her room and stumbles out into the hall. It takes her a while to reach the upstairs bathroom. She falls over a few times and ends up crawling most of the way. When she reaches it she stands up and braces herself against the sink so she can look in the mirror at herself.

The first thing she notices is what Aaron wrote. She rolls her eyes in annoyance while deciding she will need to take a shower. First though she needs to pee. She sits down on the toilet and sighs as she starts to relieve herself almost immediately. She has barely been holding it in since she woke up.

Christina is not surprised when the door to the bathroom swings open. “Good morning,” she greets Aaron hoarsely. After all the screaming she did last night she can barely raise her voice at all.

“How are you feeling?” he is concerned. Her face is still red on one side.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “That was definitely different than anything we have done before. I’m not sure I liked it all that much.” She is fidgeting and rubbing her thighs together as she recalls the night’s events.

“You sure look like you enjoyed it,” he chuckles.

“I’m wondering what it would be like if you did that with your cock instead,” she admits.

“You mean slapped you while fucking you?” Aaron confirms.

“I’ve seen them do it in porn all the time,” she explains. “Of course, most of them aren’t getting slapped as hard as you hit me.”

“Do you want me to be gentler?” he asks.

She shakes her head. “Somehow I’m kinda glad we did this. Now when I think of getting hit this is what will come to mind instead of Dad shoving a wooden spoon up my butt.”

“What?” Aaron is shocked. “I thought you said he hit you with a spoon.”

“One time he hit me so hard I peed myself. He kept pushing the handle of the spoon against my cunt but it wouldn’t go in and I begged him to stop. He then took some vaseline and shoved it into my ass. I had to walk around with it inside me all day. He kept pushing on it and making me fall over holding my stomach. When he finally took it out he sat me on his lap and tried to push something bigger inside me but it wouldn’t fit. Mom came home shortly after that.”

“Are you telling me that Dad molested you?” Aaron sputters in disbelief.

“Doesn’t he actually have to rape me for it to be considered molestation?” Christina cocks her head.

“He sure tried,” Aaron gripes. “I’m betting that was his dick he was pushing against your ass.”

“It’s kinda weird to talk about Dad’s dick, isn’t it?” Christina laughs.

“Why are you telling me all of this now?” Aaron asks in a depressed tone.

“I guess I just forgot about it. There are a lot of things I tried to forget about those days. After that time Dad was always rubbing my cunt whenever he spanked me. That’s how I had my first orgasm.”

Aaron grits his teeth. He is incredibly disappointed in his father but somehow he feels that he is not acting much different. He has been doing similar things to his sister for over a month now. Perhaps she was always so submissive because of what their dad did to her in the past. Somehow what bothers Aaron more though is the thought of another man with Christina. He is jealous of his own father.

“Come to think of it, he used to dress me up in strange outfits and take me to his friends’ houses,” Christina recalls something else. “They would all watch as I danced for them. They even took pictures. Dad would make me change into a different outfit right in front of them. They still took pictures when I was naked.”

Aaron is utterly distraught by now. This is all in the past so there is nothing he can do about it. Still he wants to know exactly what happened. He knows she was still a virgin because he himself broke her hymen just last week. Hopefully nothing their Dad or his friends did was any worse than taking pictures and touching her until she would cum. “What else did they do?” Aaron asks while gritting his teeth.

“I don’t really remember.” Christina shrugs. “I think I wasn’t the only girl there. Some of Dad’s friends had daughters or nieces as well. The last time we went, they were talking about something big they were planning. The next day Dad tried using some sort of metal funnel to stretch my ass. He said it wasn’t big enough yet or something. I got scared and said I was going to tell Mom. He left me alone after that. I never got spanked again, nor did I see any of his friends.”

“It’s a good thing Dad’s such a coward,” Aaron sighs in relief.