TITLE    : The Pool Fools
STORYID  : the-pool-fools
SUMMARY  : His sister and his girlfriends made a fool out of him!
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2009-08-13
CATEGORY : fetish-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |feminization|spanking|bdsm|incest|brother|sister|ass|cock|balls|breasts|


Mom and Dad had gone out of town for a week, as they have several times since my kid sister Pam turned eighteen last year. A year older, I'd already passed the magic age they'd set in their minds as the qualification for trustworthiness, if not exactly maturity. This time, they were off to Hollywood to see the stars.



Pam and I had the house to ourselves, but I'd already decided to spend the weekend at Gail's place. Gail and I have been friends for three years and more than friends for two. I had no doubt but that she'd be as eager as ever to give me a blowjob or let her fuck her in the ass. Only her pussy was off-limits, she'd told me (several times); she was saving that choice bit of tender, juicy meat for her wedding night. "You'll get it, Jimmy," she'd promised me, "but not until then." I probably could have pushed it, but there was no need. If the truth were to be told, I preferred her ass to her cunt, anyway. Not only was her asshole tighter and her rectum deeper than her twat, but fucking her butt also wasn't going to get her pregnant. It remained to be seen as to whether we'd wed (we probably would), so why risk fathering a child by her until it was a sure thing, especially when Gail's ass was more than a merely an adequate substitute pussy.



I was on my way out the door when Pam told me she was planning to have her girlfriends over for a weekend-long pool party. "I was going to ask you about it, before you told me you're staying over at Gail's apartment, but, now that you're not going to be home, I know you won't mind."



"Of course not, Pam." I kissed her brow. "Have fun."



She gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks, Jimmy."



"Who all is coming?" I asked, trying to sound casual.



She'd turned to leave, but she stopped. Turning to face me, she smiled. "Julia, Charlene, Tammy, and Bette. You know, the usual."



Oh, yes, I knew, all right. Growing up, I'd fantasized more than once about fucking each and every one of them. They'd come to our house many times, and I'd seen all of them, throughout their teens, and before, wearing a variety of bikinis. How I'd longed to catch one or more of them naked. I'd stayed up late at night, hoping and praying they'd sneak out, after my parents had gone to sleep, to risk a quick swim in the nude. They'd loved our family pool so much that Mom and Dad had called them The Mermaid Club. I'd referred to them simply as The Pool Fools. "Oh. Great. Well, have fun."



"You, too, Jimmy."



"Oh, I will," I said.



"With a girl like Gail, I'll bet you will, brother dear," Pam teased.



"What's that supposed to mean?"



She smiled. "You know what it means: be careful; wear a condom."



"Pam!" I'd pretended to be shocked and, in doing so, found that I really was shocked. It was weird hearing my little sister caution me about the need to wear protection.



She giggled. "Bye, big brother."



I watched her sashay down the hallway to her room. She was wearing a baby doll nightgown, and she looked cuter than hell. Of The Pool Fools, my sister was the hottest, no doubt about it.



I drove halfway to Gail's place before parking my car in a secure, all-night garage. Pocketing my keys, I caught the bus home--I sure as hell had no intention of staying at Gail's apartment, not when The Pool Fools were spending the weekend at my house!



I let myself back into the house through the servants' entrance, taking the back stairs up to my room, the balcony of which overlooked our swimming pool. It's a large, "L"-shaped pool with an artificial waterfall. Artificial boulders, large shrubs, and tiers of flowering plants and bougainvillea enclose it on three sides, offering complete privacy, since the fourth side opens onto a walled-in walkway that leads from the backdoor patio to the pool deck. The only view of the water is from my balcony and Pam's, both of which extend fifteen feet from the rear wall of the house.



I eased open the sliding-glass door that admitted me to my balcony, and crept forward, softly, to ensure that I didn't disturb anyone who might be in the pool, not that there was likely to be anyone in the water--the house was quiet, and, as far as I knew, no one was home but Pam and me. It seemed unlikely that her girlfriends would have arrived this early, if my sister had called to invite them yet, which, knowing last-minute Pam, she hadn't.



Because of the splashing of the waterfall, I couldn't hear anything else, such as paddling or swimming sounds, so, when I looked down, into the pool area, and saw my kid sister completely naked, my eyes bulged from their sockets, or certainly seemed to do so, and I felt weak in the knees.



I knelt, at the rail, and peered down, through its slats at the most beautiful young woman I have ever seen, before or since--my sister Pam, her glorious figure marble smooth and milky under the full moon that moved among the early evening's stars, and, my heart pounding, my mouth dry, my pulse racing, and my cock and balls rising, studied the elegance of my sister's naked body from afar, a secret admirer who felt as blessed by the sight that chance had offered to my eyes, after all these years of dreaming about what my sister looked like without clothes, as Pygmalion must have felt at the sight of his dream girl, Galatea.



Pam was standing with her back toward me, and my eye traveled down, from her golden mane of hair, cascading over the gentle slopes of her smooth shoulders, along the inward-bowing curve of her spine, past the dimples at the tops of her buttocks, to linger on the full, firm, round bottom that flared from her narrow hips, sleek and lovely, before merging with her firm, shapely thighs and her tapering calves. My God! but my sister was gorgeous! I wanted, desperately, to view her from the front, too, before she dove into the pool for her swim.



She started toward the pool, but stopped, as if she'd forgotten something. She turned, starting for the back of the house, and I ducked, drawing back, lest she happen to glance up and see me hunkered at the side of my balcony, looking down at her. She never once looked in my direction, though, but hastened into the house. In the brief few moments she'd faced me, though, I'd had a glimpse of the perfection of her breasts, which were as full, high, round, and splendid as I'd imagined; her flat, slightly concave tummy; the tiny cleft of her girlish, shaved sex; her narrow waist and hips; and her long, well-shaped legs. My cock was rigid, and my balls were high inside my tightly drawn and risen scrotum.



She was gone for several minutes, and I had begun to think that she'd changed her mind about her swim when, finally, she returned, offering me another view of her swiveling hips, her round, firm fanny, and her lean, well-toned legs as she walked to a white wrought-iron table and set her cell phone there, where it would be close to hand. She'd forgotten her all-important means of communication, which is why she'd gone back into the house. Maybe she'd misplaced it and had had to search for it for a few minutes, which would explain why she'd taken a while--an eternity, it seemed to me--to return.



Now, having fetched her phone, she returned her attention to the swimming pool. Walking to its edge, she sprang from the lip of the deck, flinging herself horizontally, out, over the water, and I rejoiced at the flexing of her thighs and calves, the bending of her waist and the bowing of her ass, the straightening of her spine, and the spill of her boobs beneath her as she launched herself out, over the water. She seemed to hang forever in the air, and then, some ten feet or so into the pool, there was a loud splash, a white plume of water, and my sinfully beautiful little sister was lost, momentarily, to sight, beneath the rippling surface of the pool.



When she came up again, spluttering, her glorious body bejeweled with beads and streamers of water, bright in the flickering flames of the electronic torches that illuminated the night--or at least that tiny bit of it that surrounded our pool--and wiping her wet blonde locks from her streaming face, her breasts shimmered with droplets of water, and her nipples, I could tell, even from my balcony, were stiff and swollen. Although the pool was heated, it was only May, and the water's temperature, although not at all unpleasant, was obviously cold enough to have worked this special magic on Pam's nipples.



She'd dived into the three-foot-deep section of the pool and the water concealed her groin, her thighs, and her lower legs, but I could see her perfectly well above the waist, and, of course, my eyes stayed on her fabulous breasts, admiring my sister's perfect tits. If I stared at nothing else but these spectacular orbs of sleek, soft-firm flesh with their jutting nipples and swollen areolas for as long as they were offered to my view, such focused attention would not be enough, even if it were to last days or hours instead of the few precious minutes it seemed more likely to endure.



My penis was longer and harder than it had ever been, even when Gail's fist had been clenched around its shaft, her mouth had circled its girth, or her asshole had surrounded its thickness as she masturbated or face-fucked or butt-fucked me to orgasm and ejaculation, and my poor balls felt as if they were ready to explode. If I so much as touched myself down there, even once, I'd come, spurting my thick, warm seed all over the balcony, the rail, and maybe the walk that led from the pool deck to the back of the house. If that happened, maybe Pam, on her way back inside, would slip on my cum and wonder what the hell the viscid fluid had been that had nearly sent her for a tumble.



But I wasn't about to touch myself and spoil the moment. There would always be time for that later, when I was alone with my memories of my dear sister's gorgeous tits and beautiful ass or, for that matter, when I was with Gail, down her throat or up her ass, dreaming that my girlfriend was my sister.



A chorus of shrill giggles and a commotion in the yard below stole my attention from my own half-pleasant, half-miserable state as I first heard, and then saw, the other Pool Fools, Julia, Charlene, Tammy, and Bette, enter the pool area, having paraded themselves through our house--Pam had obviously left the front door unlocked for them--and file onto the deck, each and every one of them as astonishingly naked as my sister! That was what had taken Pam so long to retrieve her phone; she'd used it to invite the other Pool Fools over before returning to the pool herself. Or maybe she had already invited them, but had called them back to advise them that she was the only one home, so they needn't bother with a swimsuit, even one as brief as a bikini!



They'd certainly changed since their teenage years, just as Pam had changed; there was no doubt about that! Nevertheless, I recognized each of them. I marveled at how Julia Reynolds had transformed from a thin waif who'd lacked not only tits but even the possibility that, one day, she might develop them. She now had the biggest rack of any of the other Pool Fools and bigger than most women in general, a pair of 38- or 40-inch double-D's, I'd estimate. They weren't saggy, though; they were as firm and high and tight as any of the other girls' smaller boobs. They just had more bounce to the ounce, that was all. Julia's ass was firm and tight, too, and it made my raging hard-on rage all the harder, as did the sight of her trim, heart-shaped pubic bush.



Charlene Hall had been a tall, willowy little filly with curly auburn locks; small, but respectable, boobs; narrow hips; a compact, rather boyish ass; and lean legs. Like the other girls, now that she'd turned eighteen, Charlene, or "Charlie," as her friends called her, was statuesque, with brownish-red hair, no longer curly but wavy, with still smallish, but respectable boobs, capped with small nipples, a fuller ass, and shapely legs. She'd grown up splendidly well, indeed!



Tammy Waite had been a mousy little tart with mousy brown hair, big fawn's eyes, medium-size boobs, and a cute, round little ass. Now, she had rich, luxuriant hair, hanging in big spiral curls, like thick springs, alongside her heart-shaped face; Bambi eyes, dark and framed by thick, luxurious lashes; a tiny nose; boobs that were proportionate to her petite stature; and a leaner, shapelier bottom. Like the others, she had "aged" well.



Time--the little of it that there had been between adolescence and young womanhood--had also been wonderfully generous to Bette Connors. Before puberty, she'd been a platinum blonde, and she was one now, too, having lost not one silver strand from her white head of hair, which shone as if it were really silver silk; her small bosom had swelled to generous proportions; and her breasts were now full and firm, high and round, sleek and soft. Her hips were a little wider than the other girls', as if nature had intended her more for reproductive use than for pleasure, but her waist was trim, her buttocks round and firm, and her legs shapely if a bit fuller than those of her slimmer friends.



All of them but Juliet were shaved below, and they were all beautiful young women. I'd have been proud to fuck any one--or all--of them, but none was as gorgeous--or as desirable--as my own sweet sister, Pam. They never had been, and the never would be. 



The giggling goddesses, having assembled on the pool deck, set their cell phones alongside Pam's and joined my sister in the pool. I was disappointed to see so many beautiful buttocks and lovely twats disappear under water, but their breasts, at least, remained on display, and now, instead of just my sister's boobs, I had four other pair to ogle.



The ladies formed a circle, still giggling, and a couple of the girls began to shriek as their playmates splashed them. Bette caught Charlene as the statuesque nymph sought to shove a volume of water off the surface of the pool and into the more muscular woman's laughing face. They grabbed one another's wrists, struggling for a few moments, teetering and tottering from one side to the other, until Charlene lost her grip and went under, Bette helping her down with a playful, but forceful, push of her hand upon Charlene's head. The others shrieked their mirth. A few moments later, Charlene resurfaced, spluttering water, and another chorus of shrieks sounded the others' delight. All the while, the women's boobs bounced and swayed, and it was the dance of the titties that held my gaze more than the Pool Fools' shenanigans.



They spoke, but their words did not convey themselves to me as well as their cries and giggles did, so it was not until Tammy bent, allowing Julia to climb aboard her back and Pam climbed upon Bette in the same manner that I realized they'd been suggesting a fight between mounted riders. I certainly approved (not that I'd been asked my opinion), because, in addition to their bouncing boobs, I'd now also be able to watch Julia's and Pam's buttocks whenever their steeds turned so that I could see these parts of their respective riders' anatomies.



Warily, the human horses approached one another, their riders eyeing one another with equal caution. Back and forth, in half and full circles, the cautious fighters stalked one another, Charlene watching the contest intently from a few feet away. Perhaps, I thought, they'd named her their judge or referee, either of which position I'd have been delighted to fill.



Lurching forward, with Julia holding on tightly, Tammy tried a broadside attack against her opponents, but Bette was much too solid and immovable an object to be so easily overcome, and Pam, seizing her opportunity, clasped her arms around the other rider, tugging hard. Julia tried to rectify her miscalculation of her adversary's strength by withdrawing, but, despite Bette's greater size, the Amazonian woman was able to keep pace with her opponent, allowing Pam to maintain her embrace and to continue to pull upon Julia.



The water rose and fell at their sides, great waves washing across the pool. Tammy continued to backpedal, but Bette pressed the attack, and Pam was able, at last, to wrench Julia from her bareback perch, dismounting her, and the fallen rider plunged into the water, a terrific splash arising at the point of her entry. Charlene stepped forward, raised Bette's and Pam's right arms in victory, proclaiming them the winners of the contest, and, then, as I watched, disbelieving my own eyes, Charlene planted an open-mouth kiss on Bette, who returned it!



The women's mouth remained locked together for at least a minute, their tongues twirling and swirling about one another in a wild, double maelstrom of what was obvious passion of a sexual--and, indeed, a lesbian--sort. I was truly shocked. I'd known these women--as acquaintances, if not as friends, at least--since they were but six or eight years old--for a decade, if not longer--and never had I surmised, or even suspected, that they--or that two of them, at any rate--were capable of lesbian passions toward one another.



Never had Charlene or Bette said or done anything to so much as to suggest that either of them entertained such feelings for one another, and, yet, clearly, they had such feelings for one another and were quite capable of expressing them sexually. Young women did not kiss as Charlene and Bette were kissing had they not had a great deal of practice in doing so--and with other women, not just men. Indeed, the way these two young beauties kissed one another, I wondered whether they'd ever been with a member of the opposite sex at all!



Although I'd not touched my genitals, I saw that a drop of cum--not of pre-cum, or Cowper's fluid, but of semen--had formed, as if of its own accord, at the tip of my cock, which was not--and had not been, for some time now--its customary pink color but a dark, ripe purple, and my aching balls felt as if they must either ejaculate or dissolve. More than all the tits in Asia, I wanted--I needed--to take my poor prick in hand and deliver it from the cruel and merciless passion that gripped it, as it also gripped my balls, but I resisted, refraining, and made myself content, even when I was not, by any means, content, merely to watch and to enjoy the visions of loveliness--and, now, with the lesbian kisses--of decadence that presented themselves to my fortunate gaze in the play of Pam and her childhood friends.



Shock upon shock! My penis actually spurted a streamer of semen, independent of any manual encouragement of mine, and very much against my will, and I felt another surge waiting to spend itself, at the least urging of my loins, as I saw--saw, but could not believe--my sister bow, to receive the same open-mouth kisses that the referee had earlier bestowed upon Pam's partner, and accepting them, I saw, with the same rapt and intense eagerness with which Charlene and Bette had pressed their kisses upon one another only a few moments before. My sister's face wore an expression of absolute bliss as her tongue licked Charlene's oral appendage and swirled about the interior of the statuesque woman's mouth!



My cock convulsed at the sight, and another volley of sperm sought to find release, but, gripping my penis hard in my fist, I squeezed the pulsing organ with all my strength, and kept the pressure on, chocking back the issue, until the urge to ejaculate subsided and my member had, in fact, softened a bit, although it continued to stand upright, rigid and thick with passion and desire.



To show that there were no hard feelings, perhaps, the lesbian lovers, my sister Pam among them!, kissed the losers as well, after Tammy and Julia had kissed each other, and all the kisses, between all the parties, were administered in the same way, which is to say, in the French fashion.



There was more giggling, more talk, and more laughter, as the young women climbed out of the pool, dripping wet and beautiful in the light of the flickering lights of the faux torches. They placed their hands on one another's shoulders or around each other's waists, and some kissed again. Hands roamed over buttocks, tweaked breasts, and gave playful flicks of the fingertips to stiff or stiffening nipples, and then the ladies, gathering their phones, went back inside the house, and I was alone on my balcony, my cock as rigid as a column of stone and my balls about to explode inside the sac of my tight, risen scrotum.

<hr pg="2" />At last, desperately, I grabbed my erection, and, in doing so, I came, instantly and profusely ejaculating my warm, viscid semen everywhere, or so it seemed. Breathing raggedly, I went inside, sperm dripping from my cock, down my thighs, and onto the carpet, to my bed, where, recalling the images of The Pool Fools' breasts and cunts and asses; they way their glistening bodies had shimmered, wet with water; their open mouths sealed upon one another; and their playful hands clutching buttocks, squeezing breasts, and tweaking nipples, I masturbated, quickly achieving another orgasm--or series of orgasms--and ejaculating even more copiously than before, so that my chest, my belly, my pubes, my cock and balls, and my thighs were smeared with the warm, white spending of my loins.



Pam and her friends, Julia, Charlene, Tammy, and Bette, had left the pool and gone into the house, which meant that they were probably in Pam's room, although they could be in the kitchen, the billiards room, the games arcade, or the TV room. As far as that goes, they could be places wherein men seldom, if ever tread, such as the library or even the conservatory. For that matter, they could have donned some clothes and gone shopping. With women, one never knew what they might find fun or where they go. One thing seemed certain, though. Sooner or later, they'd end up in Pam's room. After all, whether they called their little get-together a weekend pool party or a sleepover, the ladies had to bed down some time.



That was my reasoning, anyway, when I decided to climb from my balcony to Pam's. I'd done this once before, when I was twelve, hoping to catch a glimpse of my sister after she'd taken her shower, but I arrived just a moment after she'd slipped into her pink terrycloth robe, and all I'd seen of her were her legs, which I'd see all the time, anyway, except, somehow--maybe because she'd just gotten out of the shower and I was peeping in her bedroom window, her legs had seemed sexier than they usually did. The climb had been uneventful, although I'd slipped once, and, had I fallen, the drop would have been close to sixty feet. I hadn't been dumb enough--or horny enough--to try that trick again.



Until tonight, when I might not only catch my dear little sister but also four of her best friends--women I'd known since they were six or eight years old and had watched grow up and become well-rounded young ladies, seemingly overnight--naked and, given their earlier behavior in the pool, making out or even having lesbo sex with one another. I wasn't about to miss out on a treat like that, not if I could help it. Besides, I wasn't a kid anymore. I was nineteen now. I could traverse the eaves between my balcony and Pam's much more easily than I'd accomplished the same trip seven years ago. That's what I told myself, anyway, to bolster my courage.



Not knowing where my sister and her friends were or when--or, really, whether--they'd visit Pam's room, I decided I'd better waste no time. If they got naked, made out, or started to dive into each other's muffs, I wanted to catch as much of the action as possible. I could even whip out my dick and masturbate as I watched, as long as I was careful not to moan or groan and alert them to my presence. Cautiously, I stepped onto the rail that shirts the outer edge of my balcony--the one closest to the roof on Pam's side of the back of the house. Gingerly, I tested the rain gutter, hoping it would bear the additional weight I'd put on since my boyhood years. What had I weighed as a twelve-year-old? A hundred pounds, maybe? I was almost double that weight now. The gutter had held me then, but that didn't mean it wouldn't buckle, or even fall--and me with it--as I attempted the same feat with it, seven years later. I placed both hands on the gutter, and my body swayed. My right foot kicked out into the air, and I nearly lost my footing completely. For a second, I knew, just knew, beyond a doubt, that I was going to fall and break my neck.



Instead, I managed to regain my balance. Both feet back on my balcony rail, I again tested the gutter by pulling down on it, first gently, and then more firmly. I tugged even harder, and I heard a faint creak that was not reassuring, but the gutter gave no sign of giving away. I took a deep breath, and stepped off the rail, my body dangling by my hands, which were draped over the edge of the gutter. Immediately, a sharp pain lanced through both my palms, and I panicked, thinking I'd fall to my doom. Hold on! I told myself. I was fine! I'd done this before, as a boy; I could do it again now, as a man. The pain seemed to disagree, swelling instead of quelling. I'd only begun. I could quit. I could maneuver back to the rail and onto my balcony and forget this foolish idea. I was about to do so, too, when the memory of my sister's glorious nakedness and that of her friends' rose, like a vision, in my mind, obliterating all reason, and I knew that, no matter the cost, I must see their naked tits and the bare twats and their nude asses again.



It was slow and painful work, moving hand over hand, sideways, across the gutter beneath the eaves between my bedroom balcony and Pam's, and it seemed to take forever, inching along like a human inchworm, but, finally, somehow, I'd managed the feat without falling to my death, and I was on my sister's balcony, lungs afire, heart pounding in my ears, and a painful burning sensation in my esophagus. I'd made it, though, and that was all that mattered.



On my hands and knees, keeping a low profile, I crawled across Pam's balcony, toward the sliding-glass doors that, had they not been locked, would have admitted me into her sacred boudoir. Neither Pam nor I bother with curtains, because no one can see into our bedrooms, thanks to the screening of the false boulders, trees, rain forest plants, and tiers of flowering plants that enclose the pool area to shut out prying eyes. Only someone in a helicopter or a small plane, flying dangerously low and peering through a zoom lens or a telescope could hope to catch sight of us. Privacy was important to Mom and Dad, both for themselves and for us, their children.



I closed in on the sliding-glass doors, and, sure enough, Pam and her girlfriends were gathered together on her oversize king bed--Pam, Julia, Charlene, Tammy, and Bette--and they were all naked! My heart beat wildly, and my pulse raced. My eyes were wide, my mouth agape. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, because not only were the women nude, with all the glory of their beautiful bodies on display, in a well-lit room, but they were also going at each other, Pam licking Julia's cunt while Julia lapped at Tammy's pussy, and Charlene fucking Bette with a strap-on dildo that looked longer and thicker than my own manfully erect penis.



Tammy was seated on a makeshift throne constructed of piled-high pillows, her smooth thighs spread wide, and her head sprawled against one of the pillows that made up the back of her "throne." Her back resting against a pillow, so that her upper body was elevated to a half-sitting position, Julia's upturned face was positioned immediately below and forward of Tammy's drooling pussy, allowing her to reach its wet and dripping interior, the slick labia, and the hard but of her hooded clitoris while her lower body lay flat on the mattress, legs spread wide, with my sister kneeling at the altar of her sex, her buttocks high in the air, so that, between them, I could see the tiny, tight opening of her anus and, below it, the crescent curve of her sopping-wet cunt. Julia's lips, teeth, and tongue worked busily at Tammy's snatch, the same way that Pam's mouth nursed and kissed and nuzzled Julia's gash. All three of the women writhed and rolled, and, very faintly, from with the room, I could hear their moans and groans of passion and pleasure.



My own cock was rock hard, and my balls were high inside the tight, risen pouch of my scrotum. The tip of my penis felt moist, and I had little doubt but that a dewy drop of Cowper's fluid, or pre-cum, had seeped from the meatus at the end of my purple, swollen glans. After jacking off in my bed, I hadn't bothered to shower. Instead, I'd just slipped on a pair of silk pajama bottoms. Now, through this soft, sleek material, I rubbed my cock and stroked my balls, aching for relief.



The sight of Charlene going after Bette with the strap-on dildo the statuesque, brownish-red-haired woman wore did nothing to alleviate the sexual tension I was under. Positioned upon the Oriental rug beside Pam's four-poster, Bette was on her elbows and knees, with her thighs spread, and the platinum blonde whose build had made me think that nature had more of a reproductive than a hedonistic purpose in store for her had a lavender dildo the size of a police officer's baton jammed up her beautiful, pale ass. The artificial penis projected from a ring fit into the front of the harness that Charlene wore strapped around her hips and upper thighs, and the tall, imposing beauty worked the phallus as if it were made of flesh instead of silicone and supplied with nerves that could feel the tender, intimate depths of the rectum it reamed and plowed.



My incredulous gaze went back and forth, ping pong fashion, as I watched mouths kiss pussies, lips lick clits, and teeth pull gently and playfully at labia, drool trickle down chins, cunts flood themselves, bodies writhe and thrash, and the lavender dildo slide and glide back and forth within the circle of the anus it impaled as it alternately drove deep into the ravished woman's rectum and withdrew for another plunge as violent and as relentless as the previous lunge. I was watching a lesbian orgy among my sisters and the girls, now women, whom she'd known since the earliest years of her elementary school days. It was hard to believe, even with the evidence undeniable before my eyes, that these young women--one of whom was my own little sister--were the same little girls I'd seen in ponytails and pigtails, one wearing braces while another worried that her freckles would never fade (they had), and a third was concerned that her breasts would remain the size of beestings (they were bigger than any of her peers'). Now, all grown up, here they were, having their pussies eaten, being fucked, eating pussy, or fucking. It was incredible.



As my own cock and balls attested, it was also sexier than hell!



Almost as if time slowed and distance shrank, I seemed among them, in the same room with them, and their gasps and cries, their moans and groans and sighs, came to me as clearly and as distinctly as if they were mere feet away rather than on the other side of the plate glass panes of sliding-glass doors. The rivulets of their lubricating juices, beads of vaginal mucus, drops of perspiration, streams of saliva--all stood out clearly, as if they had been rendered suddenly sacred my some mystical power than transformed the temporal into the eternal and elevated the profane to a sacred level, but, in retrospect, of course these impressions were probably nothing more than the effects of my own heightened senses.



I felt a warm wetness in my pajama bottoms, and I realized that, rubbing my cock and stroking my balls, I had brought myself to the point of no return, and, reaching orgasm, had ejaculated my thick, viscid seed inside the silk trouser-like sleeping garment that I wore. My pubes and thighs and crotch were sticky with my semen. At least, I hadn't shot my fecundating fluid against the sliding-glass doors, I thought.



The show over, I made the dreaded trip back across the gutter to my own balcony, oblivious to the pain in my hands from the hard edge of the drain channel, so filled was my consciousness with the sights and sounds of my sister and her friends lost in the throes or orgiastic lesbian lovemaking.



By the time my sister and her friends' exhibition had concluded, with all of them breathless and smeared with their own or their partner's or partners' cunt juices, it was late. There were many more stars in the sky, and the moon was much higher, gliding among the constellations. I was exhausted, and, although my prick wanted more action, despite the unusually intense and protracted orgasms and ejaculations it had enjoyed this evening, both while I'd watched Pam and the other women frolic naked in our swimming pool and while I'd observed them eating pussy or fucking (or being eaten and being fucked), there was no end, apparently, to my genitals' capacity for sex, even of a self-imposed sort.



The rest of my body vetoed my cock's demands, though, and I fell asleep, my long prick stiff and swollen in my cum-splattered silk pajama bottoms. Next door, Pam and her girlfriends were likewise slumbering the rest of the night away, I'd supposed.



Boy, was I ever wrong about that!



It was after four o'clock in the morning, according to the illuminated digits on my alarm clock's LED screen, when their assault began. I'd been in a deep sleep, and it happened all at once, so that, almost before I'd realized what was being done to me, they'd bound and gagged me. Julia and Charlene wrapped two or three feet of duct tape around my ankles, while Tammy and Bette did the same to my wrists. When I'd opened my mouth to protest, Pam stuffed a balled-up pair of my socks into my mouth, stifling my outraged cry.



My captors stood in a semi-circle about my bed, each of them still completely naked. I scanned their bodies--the breasts and hips and twats--I couldn't help myself--despite their angry and annoyed expressions.



"You didn't tell me you were home, Jimmy," my sister chastised me, wagging her finger in my face. "You let me think you were at Gail's place."



I tried to respond to her charge, but all I could do was make unintelligible, muffled sounds.



She smiled. Patting my cheek, as if I were a wayward little boy, instead of her older brother, she cooed, "You've been a very naughty boy, Jimmy, spying on my friends and me while we were swimming and then peeping in at us from my balcony while we were--well, while we were doing other things."



Again, I tried to respond, but I could manage only grunts and strange, whimpering sounds.



The other women giggled, finding my predicament amusing.



"You masturbated, too, Jimmy, didn't you?"



This time, I remained silent, attempting no answer to her charge.



"Yes," she said, nodding, as if I'd confessed to the offense. "Yes, you did. You've been a very, very naughty boy."



"Didn't he think one of us would see him spying on us?" Bette asked.



The others tittered.



"Didn't he think we'd hear him swinging on the gutter?" Tammy enquired.



The women chuckled.



"Didn't he suppose we'd suspect he was masturbating while he played the peeping Tom?" Julia asked.



The group snickered.



"Men never think," Charlene said, jiggling my cock, which was still erect or had become erect again, I wasn't sure which, anymore, through my silk pajama bottoms, "except with this."



The ladies laughed.



I frowned fiercely at Pam, grunting through the duct tape to protest her friend's handling of my prick.



Pam shocked me to the depths of my soul my gripping my member in her own small and delicate hand. She gave my cock a firm squeeze, and said, "Get his bottoms down, around his ankles."



I squirmed, muttering. Although I shook my body violently, tossing and turning as I tried to kick with my bound legs, the women easily overpowered me. There were five of them and only one of me, after all. In a few seconds, Julia and Bette had managed to tug my bottoms all the way down to the duct tape around my ankles, exposing not only my buttocks but my cock and balls for all eyes to see, and every one of the ladies, my sister Pam included, took full advantage of the opportunity.



"My God, Pam!" Julie cried. "I had no idea your big brother was so big!"



The others laughed and chuckled, their hands exploring my erection, my balls, my ass, and even my anus with their fingers and hands while Pam watched their excitement and enjoyment--and my mortification and anger.



My only consolation was the bounce and sway of their boobs, the dimples of their sex, and the firm, rounded curves of their backsides as they clustered around me, caressing, fondling, squeezing, and probing.



Again, despite the duct tape gag, I attempted a muffled protest.



"He likes it!" Bette quipped, and the others laughed.



I felt mortified to be laid out, on display, before the sparkling, crescent eyes of my sister and her friends, as if I were just a hunk of meat for them to admire, manipulate, and comment upon. My cock, though still hard, softened a bit, and my balls, which had risen within my taut scrotum, sank as the sac of flesh that contained them relaxed. I was losing my erection, although, for the moment, it was firm and thick enough.



"He's been naughty," Pam said, talking now to her girlfriends, rather than to me, "and he needs to be punished. What do you suggest?"



"We take the tape off his mouth so he can eat our pussies, and make him eat each and every one of us out, cunt and ass," Tammy volunteered.



I was astonished at her vulgarity, but the others only chuckled.



"I'm afraid he'd enjoy that too much," Pam remarked, and the other four women snickered.



"I have an idea," Julia announced. "Let's all pee on him!"



My cheeks burned at the thought of five cunts positioned over me, over my legs and genitals, my belly and chest, and my face, all unleashing a torrent of urine, simultaneously, over my body and the bed in which I lay.



"Piss on him and let him lie in it until we're good and ready to release his sorry ass!" Charlene seconded.



"Maybe we should spank him," Pam suggested. "We could take turns, each using a different implement--a wooden spoon, a hairbrush, a belt, a cane, a carpet beater."



I must have looked frightened, because my sister's guests howled with laughter at seeing the expression on my face.



As before Bette quipped, "He likes it!" and the others laughed.



"You have a carpet beater?" Tammy asked.



"We have a slew of them," Pam assured her guest. "My mom collects them."



"Cool."



I glared at Pam. How dare my little sister suggest such a thing as spanking her brother!



"That's a great idea," Bette said, "but I have a better one."



"Better than our spanking his sorry ass?" Tammy asked.



Bette looked at my sister. "I'd like to use your strap-on on him, Pam. I'd like to fuck him with it, in the ass."



I was horrified. Immediately, I struggled against the tape, but it was too strong and its bonds were too powerful. I remained trussed up like a sacrificial animal. My desperate tussle had exhausted me in short order, and I lay still, basting in my own sweat, too tired even to continue my muffled pleas for mercy.



Julia chuckled. "He likes it!" she said, and everyone but me guffawed.



"Let's do it!" Pam cried. She left the room, and the others gathered closer, again fondling my cock and balls, rubbing my buttocks, and probing my anus with their fingers.



I flinched as a thumb penetrated my asshole, and one of the women, I think it was Charlene, admonished me, saying, "You're going to do more than flinch when Bette shoves Pammy's dildo up your sorry ass!"



I closed my eyes on a wetness I hadn't known was there, surprised to find I was weeping.



"Look, the fucker's bawling like a baby!" Charlene announced.



They laughed.



"You mean 'the fucked,' not 'the fucker,' don't you, Charlie?" Tammy asked.



They laughed harder.



Pam returned, the lavender dildo, still mounted inside its harness, in hand. It was a monster cock, this artificial penis, at least nine inches long and as thick around as my sister's wrist.



"Let me have it," Bette said, eagerly taking the apparatus from Pam's extended hand.



"Don't you mean 'let him have it'?" Tammy corrected her friend.



As before, the others laughed, especially my sister.

<hr pg="3" />"Shouldn't we slit the tape on his ankles," Charlene asked, "so he can spread his knees, once we have him on the floor?"



The floor? They were going to humiliate me even further by assaulting me on the floor rather than in my bed, so as to maximize my discomfort. These women, whom I'd known since they were six or eight years old? It seemed incredible.



"No," Bette objected. "Leave them bound. He'll still be able to kneel, and, this way, since it will be harder to penetrate him, he'll feel it much more, every time I take the plunge."



The others chuckled, whether at Bette's words, my facial expression, or both, I don't know, and they pulled me off the bed so that I tumbled unceremoniously--and painfully--onto the carpeted floor.



"A couple of you stand by, so to speak, on either side of him," Pam directed the others, "to keep him from toppling over, if he loses his balance, which there seems a good chance he could."



"Good idea, Pam," Bette agreed, and Charlene and Tammy took up their positions, kneeling, one on either side of me, like sentinels.



"Do you mind if I suck his cock?" Julia asked my sister.



"If you think you can find a way, while he's trussed up like that, with Bette's cock up his ass, go for it," Pam encouraged her.



"Oh, I'll find a way, all right!" Julia assured her. "Toss me a couple of pillows off his bed, will you?"



My sister did as her guest had requested, and Julia shoved the pillows into place, beneath my groin and belly. Lying her head atop the heaped cushions brought her face to face, so to speak, with my cock and balls, and, to test her position's effectiveness, she engulfed my cock in her mouth and gave it a few experimental pumps. My prick, which had gone from a raging hard-on to a semi-erect state, stiffened at once, and Julia, having withdrawn her mouth from my member, announced, "Perfect!"



Bette had strapped on the dildo harness, and she announced to me, "Jimmy, my boy, you are about to get the ass-fucking of your life!"



I tried to crawl away, but, on my elbows and knees, wrists and ankles taped together, and guarded by both Charlene and Tammy, escape was utterly impossible. All I could do was wait. My eyes smarted, and I felt wetness on my cheeks. My tears didn't go unnoticed--or unannounced. "Look," Pam called out to her friends, "my big brother's crying again!"



"Don't worry, Jimmy," Bette teased. "I'll be gentle."



The others chuckled.



"Gentle as hell!" she amended her words.



The others guffawed.



It's going to awful, I thought, biting my lower lip and willing myself to stop crying, to accept my fate, to take it like a man.



I felt a smooth hardness against the cleavage of my buttocks.



"Wait!" Pam ordered. "I just thought of something."



Oh, great! I thought.



Bette patted my left buttock. "Don't worry, pussy boy, she won't be long."



She wasn't. In less than a minute, she was back, a ping pong paddle in either hand, one red, the other blue. She handed the red paddle to Charlene, the blue to Tammy. "While Bette fucks him, you paddle his ass, taking turns delivering the swats. When Bette thrusts forward, you smack his ass, Charlie; when she withdraws, you spank his butt, Tammy."



"Great idea!" the others cried in unison, and then laughed when, from her pillows below my abdomen, Julia observed, "It's true, I guess: great minds do think alike."



"We all set?" Bette asked.



"No, wait!" Julia cried.



"What is it now?" Bette demanded, anxious, from the sound of her tone, to get started.



"Pammy," Julia said. "What's she get to do?"



"Oh, don't worry about me," Pam said. "I'm going to watch--and videotape."



Videotape! I struggled--feebly, again--and muttered beneath the strip of masking tape that sealed my lips--unintelligible, again--terrified at he thought of my sister capturing my humiliating anal defloration on videotape, a record forever of my sexual assault by four female villainesses.



My reaction was cause for another round of laughter.



"You sure you don't want to do anything else?" Julia asked. "I mean, after all, Jimmy's your brother, and--"



"That's just the point, Julie," Pam said. "He's my brother. I have all the time in the world--the rest of our lives, in fact--to do whatever I want with--or to--Jimmy, by myself or with your generous assistance--as long as I capture this first time on tape."



"Blackmail?" Bette asked, her tone approving.



Pam nodded. "Precisely."



"Damn, girl!" Bette enthused, and everyone else laughed--everyone else but me.



My nightmare continued for I don't know how long, and, after it was over, Pam and her friends left me on the floor, in a puddle of my own semen, ankles and wrists still strapped together and a strip of duct tape still covering my mouth while they returned to Pam's bedroom to sleep or eat pussy or fuck or do God-only-knows-what. Eventually, despite my reamed asshole, the semen drying on my belly, and the hard, uncomfortable floor beneath my wracked body, I fell asleep.



When I woke, Pam's friends were gone, I was free--or, at least, my bonds had been removed, as had the gag that Pam had taped across my mouth--psychologically, I doubted that I'd ever be truly free again, not after suffering what my sister and her friends had put me through--and I was in bed again, still naked.



The television was on. Pam was seated, still nude, in one of my armchairs, watching the images she'd uploaded from her video camera play soundlessly on the screen. 



Seated on my bed, I watched myself, bound and gagged, on my elbows and knees, Charlene and Tammy on either side of me; Julia, her head resting upon a pile of pillows, beneath me, my cock and balls in her face, right where she wanted them; and Bette, wearing my sister's nine-inch lavender strap-on dildo, positioned behind me. I was unable to spread my legs, but that didn't stop Bette from assaulting me with the artificial monster cock she wore.



I turned my head--or tried to--to look away, not wanting to see my imminent impalement on the artificial prick that poked against the cleavage of my buttocks, but I was unable to do so.  Pam caught my effort from the corner of her eye, and she hit the Pause button on the remote control device, freezing the frame so that the smooth, hard phallus was poised at its entry point.



"You'll watch this tape, Jimmy," she told me, "every minute--every second--of it, or I'll see to it that Mom and Dad--and Gail--each receive a copy of their very own. In fact, I'll see to it that all your friends and coworkers get their own personal copy. I may even post some footage of the tape on the Internet, for all the world to see."



"You wouldn't dare," I said. "You're on the tape, too."



"Am I?" Pam asked. "I'm taping the show, brother dearest; I'm not its star performer. You are."



"But your friends are in it," I countered.



"They want me to send copies to everyone," Pam said, "especially Gail."



"Bullshit. Besides, it's obviously your room we're in."



"No, it's obviously my room that you, Bette, Charlene, Tammy, and Julia are in. As far as Mom, Dad, or anyone else needs to know, one of their friends taped their show while I was away at a club or seeing a show, because you put them up to it."



"Right. Anyway, nobody else is going to see the tape."



"Maybe you're right," Pam conceded. "Maybe I'm bluffing. Maybe I'm just full of hot air, or bullshit, as you'd have it. There's one way to find out."



"What's that?"



"Stop watching the tape."



I hesitated. "All right, you win. I'll watch."



"Every second, remember."



"I said I'd watch the damned thing, didn't I?"



The images resumed their movement on the TV screen as Pam pressed the Play button on the remote control device. "Yes, Jimmy, yes, you did."



As I watched, Bette squatted behind me, her fake prick level with my asshole, and I saw her press her hips forward, slowly, but steadily, and, although my legs were together, not apart, and my buttocks were closed, not open, the hard, sleek column of silicone vanished, slow inch by slow inch, between the firm cushions of my backside, penetrating my anus and sliding deeper and deeper into my rectum. Bette, was a master--or should I say a mistress--in the use of the artificial penis, although it was Charlene, in butt-fucking Bette, who'd demonstrated her own highly skilled use of the dildo when I'd watched the women engaging in sex with one another from my supposedly secret location on Pam's balcony--maybe all the ladies were adept in fucking and in being fucked by the artificial prick. Now, in penetrating me, Bette didn't stop until the entire length--the whole nine inches--of the dildo was buried inside my bowels.



Pam's hand was incredibly steady, and her camera caught every moment of my penetration, but, after recording a few long, slow, deliberate strokes of the lavender dildo back and forth, showing its somewhat rough forward slide--my asshole, obviously, had not relaxed as yet, and Bette hadn't opted to anoint her manly appendage with a lubricant of any kind, so as to make my impalement both more difficult and uncomfortable for me--and its easier retreat, my sister focused her lens elsewhere, making sure she chronicled the paddles in the hands of my sentinels, Tammy and Charlene, who knelt on either side of me, both to prevent me from keeling over while Bette fucked my ass and to administer alternating swats of their paddles to my impaled backside, and the action provided by Julia, positioned upon her pillows, below me, sucking my cock.



My humiliation was, I saw, as the images continued, complete.



The camera, they say, tells no lies, and Pam's certainly didn't. It showed me, tape around my ankles and wrists and across my mouth, an unwilling victim of simultaneous sexual assaults by four women, who were being filmed by my own kid sister. It was an incredible sight. At first--I had begun to think of myself in the third person, as Jimmy and as "him," as if my image were that of someone else--I felt sorry for the poor bastard who was being spanked and butt-fucked and sucked off by a bevy of beautiful women, but then my hormones took over, and I found that, silently, I was willing the victim's attackers on, encouraging them to ram home the lavender dildo again and again, to continue sucking his cock and licking his balls, and to land faster and harder swats of the paddles on his reddening ass. He deserved it, I thought.



Using her remote control device, Pam restored the TV set's sound, and I heard the strokes of the paddle, my groans, Bette's grunts, and Julia's slobbering sounds.



Any man who let four women--or five, counting my sister, who, although she took no active part in my humiliation was as guilty as any of the others, both by association with them and by virtue of her use of our house as the scene of my abuse--mistreat him in such a manner deserved whatever he got, I thought. Fuck him! I shouted to myself as Bette rammed home the dildo again, faster and harder. Suck his cock! I silently encouraged Julia. Beat his ass until it's raw! I wordlessly urged Tammy and Charlene. 



Bette's groin slammed hard against my ass, flattening the firm cheeks as she drove her cock deep into my rectum, through my impaled anus. This time, she'd met less resistance than she had in previous plunges into my bottom, which meant that my traitorous asshole had relaxed, accepting its fate, which was to be fucked like a pussy. The buttocks absorbed the impact of her hips, quivering as the shock rippled through the muscles, and bounced back as Bette withdrew for a moment, inch after inch of the lavender column coming into view between my cheeks as she retreated, leaving only the tip inside my anus, to prop open the rings of my sphincter muscles, before slamming her hips forward again, mercilessly, and driving the whole, thick length of the phallus again into my bowels.



Between strokes of the phallus, Tammy and Charlene, armed with their ping pong paddles, administered swats to my bare behind. As Bette drove the fake penis into my ass, Charlene would deliver a tremendous crack of her paddle to my right buttock, and, as Bette drew the long dildo back through my impaled anus, Tammy smacked my left buttock. They'd been diligent in their work, and, already my buttocks exhibited a radiant glow. A few small bruises were beginning to show through the redness as well. In my detached, more-or-less objective consideration of myself as another person, and as one who deserved the treatment that was being meted out to him by the bevy of onscreen lovelies, I thought of the developing contusions as decorations and of my brutalized ass itself as a work of art in progress, as a masterpiece in the making.



While Bette butt-fucked me and Charlene and Tammy took turns spanking my ass, Julia was busy below, as Pam's camera clearly showed whenever it focused upon Julia's starring role in the documentary film that my sister was videotaping. The side of her lovely face resting upon the heaped pillows, her sleek, luxuriant blonde locks pinned between the silk pillowcase and her blushing-pink cheek, her mouth was a round "O" that embraced the circumference of my swollen erection. They made a perfect fit, as if both her lips and my cock had been made for one another. As Bette pummeled me from above and behind and as Tammy and Charlene interspersed swats of their paddles to my ass cheeks in between Bette's thrusts and counterthrusts, Julia bobbed her head back and forth, sliding her lips to and fro upon my rigid, distended member. It was a lovely sight, despite the loud cracks of the paddles, Bette's grunts and groans, enhanced, I thought, by the slurping sounds made by Julia's wet mouth on my saliva-slick prick.



As the ladies continued to work me over, they occasionally paused to offer an observation or a snide comment:



Bette: "How's it feel to be the center of attention instead of a voyeuristic asshole, pussy boy?" She shoved the dildo deep into my ass.



Charlene: "Take that!" There was the sound of the whack of her paddle, as its blade landed on my defenseless ass.



Tammy: "And that!" Another loud crack was heard as the blade of the other paddle's twin struck my other buttock.



Julia: "Don't be afraid to really lay it on, ladies! If the hardness of his cock is any indicator, and, of course, it is, he really, really likes what he's getting!" She'd paused to make her observation, before returning to her self-appointed task--keeping my cock hard so that it would "indicate" my pleasure at being butt-fucked, spanked, fellated, and filmed.



Pam's camera continued to pick out shots--my ass pounded by Bette's lunging, plunging dildo; my ass whapped and slapped by Charlene's and Tammy's ping pong paddles; my cock licked and flicked by Julia's questing tongue.



I felt mortified, watching myself on my sister's videotape. I couldn't imagine what I'd do or say--or how I'd ever live down these humiliating scenes--if Pam ever gave copies of her tape to Mom and Dad, Gail, my friends, my coworkers, and friends or posted the damned thing on the Internet, for all the world to see.



"Ooh!" Julia cried, "I think he's going to cum!"



The camera swept round, the room blurring, and zoomed in on my cock, the purple glans of which kissed Julia's lips. Her long, manicured fingernails dug into the silky flesh of my scrotum, and my prick convulsed, jerking and trembling, as spurt after spurt of my thick, white semen shot forth, splattering against Julia's lips, cheeks, eyes, nose, brow, and hair. Another salvo sprayed her throat. There was a pause, during which it seemed that I must have fired my last volley, and then another quick series of short bursts followed, further spattering Julia's face with my sticky cum.



She laughed, licking the semen-frosting from her coated lips. "Wow, Jimmy! When you cum, you really, really cum!"



"Being fucked up the ass probably helps the little faggot focus," Bette theorized, as she jabbed her lavender dildo deep into the cleavage of my beleaguered ass.



The camera watched the phallus lunge and plunge. I counted the strokes. Pam had held the lens on my impaled anus for seven long, slow reinsertions of the dildo, showing it glide in and out of my rectum, appearing and vanishing again and again between my quivering, bouncing buttocks through which it was repeatedly shoved and drawn, before the camera tipped up to witness the uplifted paddles slamming into my ass cheeks, left right, left right. My ass, I saw, was no longer pink, but red where it was not purple and decorated with a whole constellations of bruises, welts, and lacerations.



"Has he had enough?" Bette asked.



"I think so," Julia said. "He came."



"Who cares whether he came," Tammy argued.



"Yeah," Charlene seconded, smashing her paddle down against my buttock, "who cares. That shouldn't decide whether he's had enough."



"What should?" Bette asked, driving the dildo, to the hilt, into my squirming, purple buttocks.



"We should," Julia said. "Let's put it to the vote. Has dummy--I mean, Jimmy--learned his lesson?"



"I have," I pleaded, "I have."



It was odd to hear my voice, coming, as it seemed, from someone else, someone who looked just like me but wasn't me--except, of course, it was I on the TV screen. I was the same poor soul who was being pounded, by both dildo and paddles, on my sister's videotape. My ass still hurt like hell, from the spanking, and I knew what I'd see if I looked at it in the mirror: the same mass of bruises and welts I saw now, on the tape.



"Shut up, bitch!" Bette said, jamming her cock hard into my bottom.



"Yeah, you don't get a vote, slut," Charlene agreed.



"Well," Julia called, "what do you say, girls? Has the peeping Tom had enough?"



"Hell, no!" Bette said.



The others, however, voted against her, not for my sake, but for their own. They were afraid they might do me an injury that would require medical intervention, and they didn't want me to have to explain to a doctor--and then to the police--what had happened tonight.



Charlene and Tammy put down their paddles and stood. Julia abandoned her pillows, crawling out from under my sperm-smeared cock and balls. After a final deep plunge of her fake penis into the depths of my bowels, Bette pulled out, and I felt the dildo slide free, finally, from my reamed anus. She laughed. "Look at the size of his asshole! Do you think it will ever close up?"



"Let's hope not," Charlene said.



"You've turned him into a true pussy boy," Tammy declared.



"His ass looks like it was cored by a posthole digger!" Julia agreed.



"Maybe the little bitch will think twice about spying on any of us again," Bette said, "but, you know, I kind of hope he doesn't."



The TV screen went black, and there was only static instead of voices or other sounds, now that the recording had come to an end.



"Look at me, Jimmy!"



As soon as the tape had ended, all the breath had gone out of my lungs like air from a punctured balloon, my shoulders had slumped, and my head had dropped. To say I felt ashamed would be to have described my feelings mildly. Nevertheless, at my sister's command, I lifted my head, gazing at her.



"Do you like what you saw?"



"No."



"Do you think Mom would?"



"No."



"Do you think Dad would?"



"No."



"Do you think Gail would?"



"No."



"How about your friends and coworkers?"



"No."



"How would you like me to post this tape on the Internet, for all the world to see?"



"I wouldn't."



"I will."



I blanched. "Please, Pam, don't--"



"--if you don't do whatever I want you to do, whenever I want you to do it."



"I will, I will!"



"Or if you don't do whatever Julia, Charlie, Tammy, or Bette want you to do, whenever they want you to do it."



"I will!"



"I doubt you're stupid enough to think this is the only copy of your show of shows I have, but, just so you know, Julia, Charlie, Tammy, and Bette all have a copy, too."

<hr pg="4" />"Oh, God. . . ."



"But, don't worry, big brother. They won't show their copy to anyone, or post it, or give a copy of it to anyone else, not as long as you do what we want, when we want."



"I will, Pam, I swear."



She clicked a button on the remote control device, and the images started on the TV screen, and there I was again, bound and gagged, on my elbows and knees, Charlene and Tammy on either side of me; Julia, her head resting upon a pile of pillows, beneath me, my cock and balls in her face, right where she wanted them; and Bette, wearing my sister's nine-inch lavender strap-on dildo, positioned behind me.



"Good," my sister said, smiling. "Eat my pussy while I watch your show." 

