I muffled out a NO, but it was no use. I was helpless as my little sister bent over my lap and parted her lips above my cock. April turned to look at me again, smug.
“Very good Katia. Your brother never thought he’d see the day you’d be naked about to suck his fat cock, did you Jerek? Ok honey, stand up and let him go.” A heavy breath of relief escaped my body.
Katia straightened and backed up a step. April stood next to her, touching her face lightly and stroking her naked body parts in front of me, speaking softly.
“Look at what you’re doing to him. He’s ready to explode, in so many ways. His face is red,” they both looked at me, helpless on the bed and out of my mind, “and his cock is hard as nails.” They both looked there as well.
“Now Katia, it’s time for you to perform. Are you ready?” Katia’s nodding head made me nervous. “This time, I want you on your knees, and then you can . . . suck . . . my . . . pussy, right in front of him, okay?” She nodded, and I was confused for a moment. A bit relieved, but also freaked out.
My sister slowly and obediently dropped to her knees, hands going for April’s shorts and pulling them down. I remembered seeing her polka dot panties at the bar, so I was sure we had ducked somewhere to fool around. The red and white undergarment had reminded me of a cartoon mouse, and they quickly slid to her ankles as Katia dragged them down her thighs.
“Oooh,” April cooed to my sister, or to me, “something’s gotten me all wet. Take a look Tia, get in there.” Katia wiggled up to her and held her face an inch from April’s bare pussy. She was getting a good look alright, and I was almost crying seeing my baby sister like this.
“Show me your tongue Tia,” she commanded, and was immediately rewarded with a pink tongue reaching out from between my sister’s lips. Slowly April leaned forward and gently touched her pussy to my sister’s pink tongue. “Yessssss, that’s it. Isn’t this hot Jerek? I can feel your Sweet Tia getting a taste of me. That’s it baby, use your mouth on me, just like I taught you.”
As Katia’s upper lips closed around April’s nether lips, the room suddenly filled with the sexual sounds of licking and sucking; and April moaning her approval. It was the worst thing I could have seen, so I looked away. The next thing I heard was Katia grunt in pain.
I looked again, and April was holding my sister’s face against her crotch by the hair in her fist, pulling it hard. Katia reacted painfully into April’s sex, until she was pulled away and hand smacked her in the face.
“Jerek doesn’t seem to be very interested Tia,” April said down to her lowly subject kneeling naked on the floor. “You’ll have to do better.”
This time I watched them as my precious Tia pushed April against the wall and attacked her crotch with an urgent hunger.
“Oh my fucking god!” screamed April as my sister leaned in and forcefully ate her out. “Your sister eats some . . . Nnnhhhh . . . good pussy, oh FUCK!” She banged her head against the wall and tilted her hips up to allow deeper access to her undersides.
I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to see my sister like this, but the high level of sexuality was starting to elbow its way into my consciousness. My cock had been hard, but now it was desperately leaking down the side, making me worry about my own thoughts in this situation.
“Did you like touching Jerek like that Katia?” April asked between moans, to which Katia nodded with her mouth full. “It was exciting, wasn’t it? Do you want to touch him again?” Another nod. I swallowed hard. April looked at me.
“She’s a really good, mmm, pussy licker Jerek. Did you teach her that?” She smiled a wicked grin at me with her bare hips undulating from my sister’s efforts. She moaned loudly and her body shuddered as she pulled Katia’s face away from her.
“Look at you honey, you’re covered in cunt. Stand up.”
My sister obeyed and looked her in the eye. April leaned in and started kissing Katia’s neck, her hands exploring her naked flesh, and one of them diving between her legs. Katia spread her legs apart and allowed this pink-haired girl unfettered access to her privates.
April aggressively fingered my sister, lifting her head occasionally to make sure I was still watching. Katia’s shiny face transformed into one of pleasure as April slid her hand around under her quickly, and then into one of acceptance as unheard words were whispered in her ear.
A gentle nod.
Than a moan, and another nod.
April stepped back and put her wet fingers into my sister’s mouth, then pulled them out and reached between her own legs. Katia looked at me with hesitation, and then came closer, and closer. I watched her carefully with the concern of a brother and the fear of a prisoner as she bent down and brought her face in front of mine. It smelled like sex.
She reached around my head and started to untie my gag.
“We’ll leave it off if you can keep your goddamn mouth shut for once. Any foul language or yelling will earn your sister a swift smack, you hear me?” April said from behind my sister.
Defeated I nodded. It was perhaps my only weakness. The urge to protect my little sister had always been there inside me, from the day she was born. I’d had such a full life already, and it turns out she had had nothing. If they needed to torture me for a night to pay me back for everything I’d done, I would give that to Katia in a heartbeat, to an extent.
My mouth was free, but I stayed quiet behind an urge to shout. My little sister’s face came to mine again.
There was my precious Sweet Tia, face to face in front of me. I could see some age had settled around her eyes as they stared into mine again after so much time. We gazed at each other, and an unspoken connection we used to share tried to push through. Right then I understood. I no longer knew my sister the way I once did. This was someone new. Someone hurt. My eyes showed sorrow and apology to my only sister, but hers showed me nothing.
I gasped as her lips neared mine and her eyes hooded. I tried to avoid her, but she followed me until her wet lips brushed mine. I knew I couldn’t run, but I was not going to kiss my own sister either. Our heads were still, lips closed but pressed together. I felt her try to start a real kiss, but I kept my mouth tightly sealed.
Then I heard the deafening smack of skin on skin, and Katia’s face flinched from mine. My eyes swung up to see April with a raised hand, ready for another stinging smack to my sister’s bare ass.
“You had better show this poor girl some tenderness asshole, or she’s going to feel every moment you don’t!”
I had to swallow the word ‘bitch’ as I watched a small tear roll down Katia’s cheek.
I looked my sister in the eye again and said softly, “Tia, are you sure about this?” She looked me in the eye again and nodded.
I leaned forward and touched my lips to hers, and she cautiously returned the effort. The kiss was innocent, but real. She pulled away and kissed me the same way again, our soft lips compressing. Then again. Soon her lips loosened and each kiss was slightly more open than the last. I returned her kisses until our open mouths were connected . . . and she stopped.
I felt her head tilt and my sister’s gentle tongue cautiously entered my mouth.
In my whole life I don’t remember having ever experienced a loving, honest, tender kiss like the one we were sharing. It was slow, and soft. Her mouth explored mine in a tentative way, and I tried to do the same. I loved this woman with all of my heart, which was currently in pieces on the floor of my room, kicked under the bed. I let my sister kiss me the way she wanted, and I returned her soulful emotion.