I do have a question though... is this incest or not? If you consider bdsm sex, then yes. But if you don't... well, I guess you'll have to decide for yourself.
The Hanging Closet
Though Randy was older, Jessica hit
puberty first. Or, at least, she hit it fastest. Randy was still
awkward and socially unaware long after Jessica was already dating.
Anyone who met them assumed she was the older of the two. Everyone
started treating Jessica differently. Randy couldn't help but do the
same.
Jessica got a date to the Junior prom
before Randy did. She got a date to Senior prom first too. And then,
when it was time for her
proms, she practically had to beat people away with a stick. An image
that Randy hated to admit turned him on.
He
did his best to be a big brother when the time came. Maybe he went
too far. He beat up the guy who treated her badly. He defended her
and threatened her new boyfriends. Randy became so protective of
Jessica that he actually started scaring people away. At first, this
gave Jessica the breathing room to graduate high school. But
eventually, it got bad enough that she couldn't date even if she
wanted to.
And
that, simply, would not do.
When
Jessica first threatened Randy, he called her bluff. He dared her to
try to stop him from protecting her. It began a game a chicken. But
they were both so stubborn. Maybe they both wanted it to happen.
Maybe they both wanted her to kick his ass.
She
did kick his ass. She beat the hell out of him. Randy could have
stopped her. But he couldn't bring himself to hit her. Not when she
slapped him across the face. Not when she kneed him in the balls. Not
even when she kicked him in the face. He couldn't fight back. And,
honestly, he didn't want to.
He
kept pushing, kept threatening other boys. Kept trying to force her
hand.
He
told her she'd have to lock him up to get him to stop. It began
another game of chicken. And again, maybe they just both wanted it to
happen.
Jessica
went on dates, but by the time she left the house, Randy was locked
up. At first it was just handcuffs. Then they added manacles, then a
spreader bar. Slowly, they built up their collection. It was just a
game. She would put him into more and more severe positions; it was
the only way he ever let her leave the house with another man.
Once
she started tying him up, though, other men didn't really do it for
her. Jessica found that she liked being able to beat her big brother
up. She liked that even though he was so huge, so physically
threatening, he would never hurt her. She liked that she could hurt
him as much as she wanted, and he never complained.
Then
they talked about it. It wasn't just that he didn't complain. He
liked it. And so did she.
That
was the last time Jessica called him Randy, and the last time she
thought of him as her brother.
After that, he was her slave. And only
her slave. She experimented with him, pegging and pinching,binding
and biting to her heart's content. They found the borders of how far
she could go, and while she liked testing those borders, she never
crossed them. Not completely.
It
took a while, but Jessica eventually found herself a boyfriend who
liked her despite her slave, who wanted to be with her anyway.
Eventually, she even found someone who liked using her slave too.
“Tonight,”
she said, “You get to watch. I'm going to fuck a real man, and you
can watch it happen. When we're done, maybe I'll let you lick us both
clean. If you're good.”
Her
slave didn't say anything. He didn't need to talk unless she told him
to.
He
did moan, just a little, when she pulled the strap on out of his ass.
And he grunted when she kicked him between the legs. Stars crossed
his vision, and by the time he was aware again, she had already
pushed the plug deep into his ass. She was pulling latex panties up
over the plug, over his flaccid cock.
“Stand
up,” she said. Her slave got to his feet as fast as he could, only
a little bit shaky.
“Hold
out your arms.”
He
knew what that meant, and so he held out his arms while she slipped
them into the long sleeves, feeling the latex against skin that
should be hairy, but that hadn't been for months. She locked the
jacket behind him, then pulled the sleeves around and locked them
too. A strap between the legs, a bit of cinching here and there, and
the straight jacket was tight enough that he couldn't move if he
wanted to.
She
took him into the closet. There was a noose hanging there. Randy
remembered tying it for her. He looked down at the floor. There was a
step ladder there. She helped him up the ladder.
“I
had trouble with this,” she said. “I wasn't sure it was safe
enough. The rope isn't going to cut your air off completely, but I
don't want to risk losing my slave.” She rolled her eyes. “It
would take so long to train another one. But I think I figured it
out.”
He
pushed his head through the rope, and she put the gag in his mouth.
It had a hole through it, and she pushed a little tube into the hole.
“If you push this out,” she said, “It will make the little
machine cut the rope. Look up. Do you see it?”
He
looked up. Nodded.
“So
if you think you're going to pass out, and you can't get yourself
back onto the stool, just exhale, really hard. Okay?” He nodded
again.
“Don't
step off until I tell you to.”
So
her slave stood there, noose around his neck, butt plug in his ass,
wearing latex panties, gag, and straight jacket. Nothing to cover his
face. Not that there was any use to that. Jessica's boyfriend had
seen his face before.
She
brought her boy in and kissed him hard, taking the time to show off
their affection in front of her slave. She smiled at him every so
often, taunting him with the kiss they both knew he wanted, but that
she had never been willing to give him. She reached down and undid
her boyfriend's pants, watched her slave's eyes follow her hands.
She
let her boyfriend undress her, doing a strip tease for her brother
while it happened. She was naked before long, showing off all the
gifts that puberty had given her, the gifts she had been using to her
advantage for years.
She
put her boyfriend between her and her slave. She looked over his
shoulder at her slave. “Now,” she said, both pulling her
boyfriend down on the bed and smiling as her slave stepped forward,
off the stool, letting himself hang there.
He
fought for control over himself, fought down the urge to panic. There
were several ways out, backups of the backups. They had the emergency
back up if his blood oxygen dropped too low. And they had the way for
him to stop the choking himself if he had to. They'd spent hours
trying to make sure it was safe. He kept telling himself that.
Focusing
on other things.
Like
on his little sister getting fucked not ten feet away.
He
watched her groan in pain, watched as the other man took her
virginity. He grunted as he thrust into Randy's sister, and Randy
thrashed around a little bit. He knew there was no way out, but he
couldn't just hang there and let it happen. He couldn't give in
without a struggle.
His
vision started to fade at the edges, and so he forced a breath
through his nose, past the restriction of the rope, trying to stay
conscious. Forcing himself to watch the whole sordid scene.
Jessica
pushed the boy off her, put him on his back, and slid onto him. Randy
watched the muscles in her back ripple as she bounced up and down on
the other man's cock. He heard the other man moan, heard Jessica
making happy sounds. And he struggled again.
Jessica
looked over her shoulder at him, saw his desperate desire to stop
things, and she laughed at him. “I'm never going to do this to
you,” she said. “I don't fuck family members. That's disgusting.
You're the one that wants that.” She moaned. “Not me.” She made
a slower gyration that made the man beneath her moan even louder.
“Besides,” she said, “I can fuck any man I want to. And you.”
She bit her lip and made a happy sound. “You can watch.”
She
turned back to what she was doing then, laughing and enjoying
herself. Randy whimpered and struggled against the straight jacket,
knowing he couldn't get out, but needing to try.
He
took deep breaths, as deep as he could, and he kept trying to get
free. While he struggled, they fucked. He looked when he could, but
it only made him struggle more. Part of his brain told him that he
was wasting oxygen. That he was panicking.
But
it was too late. He lashed out, kicking the stool over, desperate to
get free. And his vision began to fade again.
When
he heard her orgasm crash over the room, Randy nearly passed out. He
exhaled, as much a scream as anything else. Half a second later, he
was on the floor, noose still around his throat. He was groaning in
pain, light headed and slowly coming back to consciousness with a
killer headache, with tears running down his face.
Jessica
helped him up to his knees, took the rope off from around his neck.
She pulled the gag out of his mouth. Smiled at him.
“Now,”
she said, stepping aside. “You can lick my boyfriend clean. Then
I'll let you suck on his condom for a while.” She took him by the
throat and locked eyes with him.
“It's
the closest you'll ever get to tasting me,” she said. “So you'd
better enjoy it.”
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