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Rose, By Any Other Name

By: Scaramouche123



All the characters in this story can vote in Federal elections

I'd not been home in over four years. 

*

As my folks had divorced while I was in my senior year of college, I'd gone straight to work at a hedge fund in Connecticut. I guess I chose the job to put as much distance between all the family pain and myself as I could. I of course sent the obligatory greeting cards on holidays and birthdays, both to my parents and my sister, but other than a few phone calls from my mother, I'd stayed as far away from home and my emotions as I could manage. 

I could have stayed and worked for one of the Sand Hill Road VCs after college, however the bitter divorce of my parents and the attendant vitriol was too much for me and I beat it to the east coast. But, no matter how much money I earned and how I enjoyed the singles scene in Manhattan, my heart would always belong to San Francisco. 

I'd recently been promoted to senior analyst for tech stocks and was assigned a two month stint in the Bay Area. My task was to ferret out undervalued stocks. Because my degree was in computer science and my minor was in finance, my firm thought I would be perfectly suited to be their "eyes on the ground", an approach they employed to ensure finding those undiscovered gems that made clients money.

HR had told me I'd be put up at long term corporate lodging on the Peninsula, but I argued for staying in the city. I won the argument when I agreed to pay the difference in lodging expenses from my own pocket. When they acquiesced, I chose the Mark Hopkins on Nob Hill, as it has the single best view of the bay from their bar; The Top of the Mark. I intended to use the view to my advantage when wining and dining the principals of companies I was there to evaluate. The ambiance tended to disarm people once they settled in and had a glass of wine or two.

I'd been in town for a couple of weeks getting re-acquainted with the new "tech vibe" running from one end of the Bay to the other. A few companies I'd visited looked promising and I'd singled out a couple of company founders to chat up to see if I could shake loose any inside information that would give us a leg up when considering where to put our client's monies. I'd also been invited to a couple of VC meet and greets where I was the one whose brain was being picked. What a world, this world, where finance and technology seems so interlocked that at times I wondered if one could any longer function without the other.

But today was Valentine's Day, and most of my business was done by mid-afternoon. I decided to go for a walk in Golden Gate Park, get a massage, and then hit the bar at the Top of the Mark to see if I might find some unattached, sweet young thing to chat up, and maybe, if I was lucky, spend the night with her in Eros' embrace.

After my massage, I cleaned up, put on my best evening suit, and headed upstairs to the bar.

As it was still early, the room was not yet crowded. I found a spot at the bar where I could scope out the crowd without being obvious. I put a hundred dollar bill on the counter and told the bartender I was "camping out". He smiled.

I ordered a Noilly Prat, extra dry, over ice with a twist, a drink I could nurse until the place filled up and the serious drinking started. The next day was Saturday and I had no scheduled meetings during the weekend. I figured I could let loose.

Over the next two hours, many couples came in filling the place with both bodies and noise, but so far, no unattached ladies.

I was beginning to think I'd head to my room and call an escort service, when a cacophony of laughter came from the elevator area. I tried to see who it was, but a couple stepped right in front of me as the group came into the main room. I couldn't see anyone, but from the laughter, I guessed it was a group of single girls out for the evening. From the sound of things, this wasn't their first bar of the night.

By the time the couple who'd been obstructing my view got their drinks and moved away, the girls were seated as far from my seat at the bar as they could possibly be seated. I considered sending over a bottle of wine, but decided I wait a minute to see if any guys came after them as the elevators are too small to hold a really large group of people.

After a couple of minutes another group of girls came in to the room, looked around, saw the first group, and made a bee line to join them. There were a dozen or so in all. This was going to be easy.

I waited until they'd ordered their second round to walk over to their table. To find the right one, meant I'd have to spend some time with a few of them until I was certain which one was ready to be cut from the herd.

As I approached, two of them, both with their backs to me, stood up. I noticed one of them, the one wearing a dress, deep red in color, had the most beautiful calves I'd seen in a long time. I thought to myself, I had to do everything exactly right so if the face matched the calves, this was going to be the one. Then she turned around.

"BILLY! Oh my god, Billy, what are you doing here?"

It was my sister, Rose.

She leaped the three feet that separated us and wrapped her legs around my waist and started kissing me all over my face.

"Billy, Billy, Billy, I'm so glad to see you,: When did you get in town?"

The rest of the girls were silent, all heads turned in my direction, with various looks indicating there was a huge question that needed an immediate answer.

"Rose, I think you better introduce me to your friends."

"Oh my god, Billy, I'm so glad you showed up tonight. I really need a man right now." 

She was drunk.

"Hi everyone," I said, easing Rose back on to her feet. "I'm Rose's brother, Bill."

"Billy," Rose corrected. "This is my big brother Billy. Hey," she said turning to face me with a stern look on her face, "Why didn't you call me to tell me you were home? Are you still mad at me?"

"No silly. I've never been mad..."

"Hold that thought, I've really got to pee," Rose said, turning around and heading straight for the bathrooms. The rest of the group was completely silent.

"Uh, I'm sorry to barge in like this, but, well, I really don't know what to say."

"How 'bout you find another chair and join us," the other girl standing offered. "I'll go check on Rose."

"Okay. Sure. Thanks," I said spotting an empty chair at a table with only three people.

I walked over and asked them if they were expecting anyone else. When they said no, I grabbed the chair and moved it back to the perimeter of the group Rose had come in with.

"So Billy..." one of the girls started to say.

"Bill please. Billy sounds so, I don't know..."

"Okay, Bill. Well then Bill," she continued. "How come your little sister Rose, didn't know you were home. And just where is it you've come from?"

"Well I don't live here. I live in Connecticut. I'm only here on business."

"That only answers part of the question," another girl spoke up. "Why didn't Rose know you were here?"

"I..."

"Leave him alone, you meanie," Rose said, stumbling back into the circle and choosing my lap instead of her own chair. 

"He's here now, and I'm sure he has his reasons for not telling me he was in town." And then, in a complete about face, "Yeah, why didn't I know you were in town. Where you stayin' anyway?"

And before I could answer...

Rose put her arms around my neck and fell asleep.

"How much has she had to drink," I asked.

"A lot," the girl, who'd gone to the bathroom after Rose, said. "I'm Marie, Rose's friend from work."

"Hi, Marie," I said. "What's the occasion?"

"We all just got unemployed," Marie answered.

"You were all fired at the same time?"

"No. Our company got bought out and we all elected to take severance rather than go to Seattle."

"Oh. Okay. But how come none of you have dates for tonight? It's Valentine's Day for goodness sake."

"We're gay."

"My sister's not gay."

"I see it's been awhile since you talked to her," another girl spoke up. "Hi. I'm Valerie."

"Hi. Is she really gay?"

"No, you dufus, we're just fuckin' with ya."

"Oh," I said as the group burst out laughing. "Well, I have to admit, you had me going for a minute. So if she's not, I mean, if ya'll aren't gay, then how come you don't have dates for tonight? Are there no straight men left in the city?"

For a few minutes, a few of the girls explained they were meeting their dates later. But, because the company they'd work for was no longer in existence, they'd decided to have one last "ladies night out", as they called it.

Rose stirred, rubbed her hand on the side of my face and made a purring sound.

"Looks like Rose found her date for tonight." Everyone laughed.

"What, Rose doesn't have a date?"

"No, not for awhile now," Marie answered. "She broke up with her boyfriend about three months ago, and hasn't been out with anyone yet."

"I wanna sleep," Rose whispered, while shifting in my lap, purring again, and then falling right back to sleep.

"I told you to not let her drink so much," Valerie said to Marie. "She can't hold her liquor."

"I know. But, it is the last time we'll all be together. I'll get her home."

"No need," I said. "I've a room downstairs. She can stay here tonight."

"Okay," Marie said, "but be gentle with her. She's really had a lot to drink."

"Why?"

"Well, let's see," Marie went on. "First her parents divorce, then you move away, and from what she's told us, you're pretty much her hero, or I should say, were her hero. Then, she breaks up with her boyfriend and the company she worked for moves a few hundred miles north. In short, she's alone and she's scared."

"Damn. I had no idea."

"That's right," Valerie added. "You've been too busy with your own life."

"That's not fair. I've been building my career for the past four years."

"Rose said you ran away."

"What? Just how good a friend are you guys?"

"Valerie and I were roommates at school. Rose was our next-door neighbor. We know everything about each other."

"For your edification, I didn't run away."

Just then, Rose shifted and opened her eyes slightly.

"Let's go home Robert," she said.

"Robert. I'm not..."

But she was out before I could even finish speaking.

"Who's Robert?" 

"That's her ex-boyfriend's name," Marie offered.

"I think it's time to get her downstairs," I said.

"I agree," Valerie added. "You want help?" 

"No thanks. She'll be okay once I get her walking. And besides, she's not that heavy if I have to help her along."

"Okay then," Marie said. "I'm really glad I got to meet you. You're way better looking than what Rose said, and she said you were good looking."

"She did? That's funny. She used to call me ugly when we were kids."

"That's Rose's sense of humor. She always says the opposite of what's obvious."

"She's a great kid," Valerie interjected. "Take care of her. Spend some time with her. I think you'll find she's not your enemy."

"I never said..."

"Spend some time with her," Valerie repeated, cutting me off.

I helped Rose to her feet while Marie and Valerie stood to help if needed. I looked out across the faces of the other girls and said my good byes. 

I felt strange as I walked away. I felt taking Rose away from the group would be the catalyst that would end their association forever. Well maybe not for Marie and Valerie, but I didn't see the group ever getting together again in the future. In some ways, it made me sad, as they all seemed to be decent people.

In the elevator ride to the floor my room was on, I got to thinking about how sad Rose must be to have to anesthetize herself with alcohol because she didn't have a date on Valentine's Day. What's worse is the fact she felt she didn't have a family or a job. 

When I got us to the room, I sat rose down on the bed, and called the front desk. I asked them if they could find a dozen red roses and have them sent up so Rose would at least know someone thought enough of her to get her flowers. They said they'd try, but at this late hour, it might have to wait until morning.

As I hung up the phone, Rose stood up and started to remove her dress. As she was lifting it over her head, she threw up. 

I quickly scooped her up and ran her to the bathroom. When we got inside, I helped her kneel before the toilet so if she needed to keep heaving, she'd at least be able to use it if she kept throwing up.

I pulled her dress completely off her. It was a mess. I set it aside as I needed to tend to Rose as she stank to high heaven.

She retched a couple more times and a bit more liquid went into the toilet bowl but some went down her front as she was half kneeling, half sitting, at an awkward angle. She started laughing, and then she started crying.

I used toilet paper to wipe her face, but her chest and tummy were messy too. I took a huge handful of toilet paper and wiped most of her front, but she definitely had to go into the shower.

I quickly stripped down to my boxers, turned on the shower, and tried to get Rose to stand up.

When I was finally able to, I needed to remove her bra and panties as they were in as bad a shape as her dress. 

When I started to unfasten her bra she giggled and said: "You want to play with my boobies?"

It hit me like a ton of bricks. Up to that point I'd been acting on instinct. I hadn't thought one thing about Rose being undressed. But as soon as she said "my boobies" I had to fight not to leer at her. You see, Rose has a magnificent body and even if she is my sister, I'm still a man.

I got her stripped and wrestled her into the shower without hurting her and started to wash her from head to toe.

"Oh, goodie," Rose said, "warm water."

"Don't breathe in my direction please. I need to give you some mouthwash after the shower."

"Ah, you're no fun," she said, faking a pout.

As I knelt to wash her butt, I saw her spread her legs a bit and let loose with a stream of pee.

"God damn it Rose. You can't pee in the shower."

"Oh, sorry. Did I get some on you?"

"That's not the point. I'm trying to get you clean. You can at least wait a minute until I'm finished."

"Okay," she said, stopping the flow. But as I started to finish washing her backside, she let loose with another stream and started giggling.

"Rose," I yelled, smacking her on the ass. "Stop it."

"Ooh, Robert. I'm a bad girl, aren't I?"

"I'm not Robert. It's me Bill. I'm your brother."

"I know who you are. My brother's in Connecticut. You're Robert and this is Halloween."

Rose was still seriously drunk.

When I finished soaping her up, I got some shampoo and washed her hair. After I'd scrubbed her thoroughly clean, I got her out of the tub and dried her off as best I could. I took her into the room, pulled down the covers and got her into bed.

I started to go back to the bathroom when she reached out and grabbed my boxers.

"You're such a good boyfriend Robert. Do you want me to suck your dick?"

"Rose, go to sleep," I said.

"Did you pee your pants?"

"What?"

"Your boxers are soaked. Did you pee in your pants?"

"No Rose. They got wet in the shower."

"Oh," she said accepting my explanation, and then bam, she was out like a light.

Thank goodness.

I spent the next hour cleaning her dress and underwear as best I could. But no matter what I did, I still felt like they were dirty. Just as I finished hanging them over the shower curtain rod, the room's telephone rang.

It was room service telling me they would not be able to get me flowers until the morning. 

I told them it was okay, but I also needed housekeeping to collect some dirty clothes for laundry and dry cleaning. I also ordered breakfast for two to be delivered at 9:00 AM, and asked if there was a women's clothing boutique nearby that made deliveries on a Saturday. 

They told me they'd have the concierge find one and they'd let me know when they delivered breakfast and picked up the clothing for cleaning.

I was exhausted. I crawled into bed, gave Rose a kiss on her shoulder and was asleep within two minutes. And then...

It had to be a dream.

I was standing on a hilltop in Connecticut and I could see clear across the United States to California. I felt a tickling in my crotch and looked down to see my dick twitching in the wind.

I felt it start to grow and watched as it arched up and started expanding clear across the states all the way to the west coast. When it got to San Francisco, I unleashed a torrent of cum all over the city. It felt so real. It had to be real. 

I came slowly out of the dream. 

As my eyes adjusted to being awake I felt a weight on my lower abdomen. I reached down and felt a woman's hair, then her head, then her shoulders. I sat up with a start once I realized where I was and who had their head in my lap.

I gently picked my sister up off of me and laid her on her pillow. There was cum on the side of her mouth. Oh my god. My sister blew me while I slept. Did she even know it was me?

I spent the next two hours mulling over what I should do or say. How on earth did I let that happen? Was it my fault? I was asleep, wasn't I? And worse, did I enjoy it?

I must have enjoyed it. That's why I was dreaming the dream I finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell back to sleep.

Room service woke me at nine when they delivered the flowers, breakfast, and picked up my sister's clothes to be cleaned. They also gave me phone numbers for two boutiques that were nearby, both of which would be happy to make a delivery.

I put on some sweats and got my robe for my sister to wear. I went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth.

When I came back out I could tell my sister was still dead to the world. I wiped the dried cum from her mouth and then wiped her face with the damp cloth.

"Ummmmm," she moaned and stretched enough that the bed covers fell away from her and I saw her naked breasts again. I quickly pulled the covers back up over her and went to pour some coffee.

While I had my first cup of the day, I called both boutiques and ordered two complete changes of clothes for Rose. I'd given the sales girls her measurements, her hair and eye color, and from what I remembered, her favorite colors.

After I finished ordering clothes, I poured a second cup and went to wake Rose. I sat on the bed and held the coffee near her nose in hopes she would wake up slowly. She didn't.

She stretched, pursed her lips, ran her tongue around the outside of her mouth, then sat up slowly, holding her head. Then she opened her eyes.

"Billy," she whispered? "What are you doing here?"

"I...

"OH MY GOD, I'm naked," she yelled pulling the covers up over her chest. "What the fuck Billy. Where am I and why am I naked?"

"Settle down Rose. Here," I said, handing her the robe. "Put this on and come sit at the table. We've breakfast. I'll explain as best I can."

She looked confused, but pulled the covers off of her and started to drape the robe over her shoulders.

"JESUS H., where are my panties? What's going on? Why is my pussy naked, and why are you grinning?

"Rose I promise you, there's an innocent explanation if you'll just settle down and come have some coffee."

"Where are we?" she asked, slipping her arms through the robe and scooting to the edge of the bed.

"At the Mark Hopkins. Now come have some coffee so I can explain everything."

Rose shuffled over to the table and flopped down into one of the chairs.

"God, my head is killing me. Do you have any aspirin?"

"I do. Now sip your coffee. That will help."

I got the aspirin from the bathroom. As I was walking back to the table I saw Rose start to sip her coffee.

"What the fuck?"

"What?" I said as I sat down and opened the aspirin bottle.

"My mouth tastes like a swamp."


Rose by Any Other Name



Rose looked up as Evan pulled the car into a tree lined layby just around the corner from her sister's house.

"Why are we stopping here babe? You can nearly always get parking in front of Sarah's house?"

"Because I want a blowie before we go in. Last time we were over here your stuck up bitch of a sister seemed to think she was funny taking the piss out of my new shirt. Well this time when you give her one of your little kisses on the lips greetings you gals like to do she's going to taste my cum on your mouth and my cum on your lips. Anyway, since when do I have to explain myself to you? Now get on with it!"

He was right, he didn't have to explain himself to Rose, she did what she was told by him, no questions asked, the kinkier the better, the more embarrassing and humiliating (and sometimes painful) the better. That was the role of a submissive slut.

Rose undid her seat belt and glanced around nervously, although there were large trees on one side of them there was a busy enough road on the other and the chances of being spotted were not as low as she would have liked. She brushed back her long, dark, straight hair and went to take off her black rimmed glasses but Evan's strong hand caught her wrist.

"Leave them on, reminds me of some of the swotty bitches in High School." 

Ironically, Rose had been one of those swotty bitches at school, whoever said being intelligent made you a prude or a non-risk taker?

So Rose left them on and leaned over and unzipped his jeans and flipped out his hardening cock. She gave it a few quick, exploratory licks before opening her mouth properly and taking most of his six inches all the way in. Evan rested his arm on the back of her head, making sure she couldn't pull up very far and she bobbed up and down enthusiastically wishing he would give her permission to reach under her short skirt and play with her pussy (of course she had no panties on, he liked her visiting family while so exposed) while she did this. He held back as long as he could, trying to maximise her embarrassment but Rose was such a good little cocksucker that he couldn't last that long and with a guttural grunt he fired his load into her mouth. 

Rose caught it all, knowing if any escaped and stained her top she would be wearing those stains into Sarah's place.

"Keep some of that cum in your mouth now Rose, I want that cunt of a sister of yours to virtually taste me."

She nodded as she lifted her head from his lap and flipped his dick back into his jeans then smiled a sexy smile at Evan and opened her mouth to show him the cum she had held in there, like a dog trying to please it's demanding master.

"Good girl, now you make sure you have a nice sisterly kiss for Sarah won't you?"

*

Rose had gotten off on her own embarrassment and humiliation and pain since she had awoken sexually. It just made it all the more thrilling and arousing to her. She was a masochist and knew it and rather than fight it she had given herself over to it, actively seeking out men who would use that fact to their fullest. Like the time she sucked off the asshole that lived next door to their family home just because she knew her Daddy hated him. He'd never found out as far as Rose knew but just the fact that one day he might let slip had her reaching to her overactive crotch. Or like the feeling she got buying hard-core porn magazines from the dirty, grotty corner store in town run by a pervy Asian, the looks he gave her were manna from heaven for her. Or like the time she contacted some sick, twisted writer of online sex stories and told him her deepest, dirtiest fantasies and encouraged him to write about her then got off reading about herself where pretty much anyone in the world could read about her too.

She was just 22 yet a series of boyfriend and 'Masters' had already had their fun and pleasure with her lithe, slim body. And there had been nothing so far that she had baulked at, nothing she had refused to do, no depths she wasn't prepared to plumb. And she had sought them out and met each one head on and frigged off over it. Her latest man, Evan, was also the longest, she had been with him nearly five months now and perhaps they were still together because he seemed to have just about as sick a mind and imagination as Rose did coming up with degrading scenarios for her as joyfully as she performed them. Plus he had all but admitted that he was searching for something that was beyond the pale for Rose, something she would back down from, a depth she would refuse to sink to. It was a game really, but they both won from it..

*

They had come close to Rose's limits two weeks previously. Their 'date' night had consisted of a trip to the an Adult Items shop in the city where Evan had picked out the fattest, grossest, ugliest guy in the store and hissed to Rose that before the night was over she would have to have given him both a blow job and a rim job or she was getting dumped by him. He wanted video evidence too. With that Evan had exited the shop leaving Rose to figure out what she would do.

The guy (who she later found out was called Chip) was busy studying the Adult DVD section as she began her surveillance of him. From the titles it appeared he was into some real freaky shit. He looked to Rose to be about 40 and as fat as he was tall, he had greasy dark, brown hair, wore old fashioned glasses and looked to like sweating a lot. As she stared at him she weighed things up in her mind, perhaps this was her limit. Perhaps this was where she got off the ride because it wasn't any fun anymore. The throb coming from her crotch though, suggested it wasn't. She was aroused by the challenge, of showing Evan just what she was capable of. Still though, the guy did look like a horrible fat fucker and it took a couple of goes to get her legs working to approach him.

She sidled up to him just as he replaced "TEENAGE CUM DUMPS" with "SLUTS IN GLASSES LIKE NIGGA'S IN THEIR ASSES" (and self-consciously pushed her own spectacles up her cute little button nose). She feigned searching the racks of obscene DVD's for a moment as she thought about how to do this, what subtle story she could come up with that would get him believing that a slob like him could get a girl like her. In the end she adopted a rather more unsubtle in. She leaned over to his ear and whispered.

"Hey big guy. You wanna get blown by me?"

She accompanied this query with an artful reach of her hand to his crotch and a hard squeeze of his balls through his canvas trousers. He turned and blinked disbelievingly at her and up this close Rose realised just how gross he really was. As disbelieving as Chip was that didn't stop him, less than five minutes later being stood behind the building with his pants around his ankles and Rose on her knees in a clump of wild grass surrounded by rubble about to give him the blow job of his life.

Up close and in the fading light the back alley provided Rose gave Chip's relatively small dick a hard and fast hand job to get him hard. If humiliation really was her aphrodisiac then she should be ready to squirt real soon. Here she was giving a gross, overweight pervert a free hand job prior to sucking him off and licking his arsehole. He was the dregs of society, she had had a good upbringing, had done well in school and college and had a decent job and this is what she did for kicks. And yet she was aroused by this, not by him, not in any way by him but by the situation she was in, the helplessness and degradation of it. She guessed Chip wasn't the only sick fucker about here. She hated herself, she probably deserved having to do this.

And with that thought Rose handed Chip her mobile phone and instructed him to film this, and she took the whole of his feeble, greasy length of dick into her mouth and began to suck him hard. For his part Chip did not think about this too much. This horny little bitch was so far out of his league that no way he would wonder why she was doing this, he wasn't going to turn down a gift horse. And if she wanted it filmed? No problem, this was probably the best day of his miserable life why not record it for posterity.

Rose worked him orally as enthusiastically as she could, she could imagine Evan watching this video later and she wanted to impress him, to show him how committed to serving his will she was. She reached up and cupped Chip's hairy balls and played with them as she sucked. After a while she told Chip to turn around. The big guy didn't know what was happening but when you have a nympho half your age on her knees doing it you don't tend to question her. He turned around and seconds later he felt the ecstasy of her tongue lapping at his arsehole.

Rose had to fight off nausea as she did it but did it she did, licking his ass for all she was worth (and god knows she felt pretty worthless right then). And then voices came to her, muffled as she was with her face buried in his fat ass.

".. The fuck?"

She remove her head from his ass and looked around, a drug dealer was stood with a couple of whores (that's what it looked like to Rose and that is what in fact they were) doing some business and they had spotted Rose and Chip. Rose wiped her mouth and told him to turn back around and she would finish him. She endured a few minutes of verbal taunts and abuse from the watching threesome until finally Chip came, splattering her face with his sour tasting cum. After that he zipped up and hurried away leaving Rose on her knees covered in fat guys cum and getting laughed at by the scum of the earth while she felt several degrees lower than them

But she still hadn't reached the limit yet.

*

A week after the cum encrusted kiss with her big sister Rose came home from work to the house she shared with Evan to find a silver collar and leash wrapped around the door handle. This meant that Evan was home and that as soon as Rose was in the door she was expected to strip naked and affix the collar to her neck and crawl through to their bedroom for some play. Having done that and crawled through the house to outside the bedroom door Rose was a little disconcerted by she was hearing. It sounded like people were fucking in her bedroom, she caught a strange sinking sensation as she gently pushed the door open and crawled in and was faced with Evan's naked arse facing her as he fucked someone on their bed. All she could see of the female were a pair of long, powerful legs either side of Evan. Whether it was the door opening that tipped them over the edge or whether that was just coincidence they both started climaxing at that point and thrashed about on the bed before collapsing and lying on the bed.

Rose was gutted, although she had been made to do all sorts of things with other men she had never seen Evan with another woman and it hurt. That just got a hundred times worse when the woman pushed herself up on her elbows on the bed and looked down at her - it was Lucy Duncan, a smug cow Rose had gone to school with who had bullied Rose throughout her High School years and her and her 'gang' had been a constant pain in her ass until she had gladly left to go onto further education. Lucy was a tall, good looking blonde with just the most stuck up, horrible attitude, she genuinely believed she was better than everybody else and did not hide the fact. She peered at Rose and sneered as she spoke.

"Oh look Evan, a poor, disgusting stray. I wonder who she belongs to?"

Rose looked at Evan, willing him to turn around so she could see his eyes, see that this is what he wanted to do to her. He kept his back to her, facing Lucy.

"Dunno babe, she got a collar or a name tag? Should check that."

Rose's heart sunk, Evan knew what was on her collar. She flinched as the naked blonde slid off the bed and walked over to her, stooped down and roughly pulled at the tag attached.

"It says its name is YOUR BITCH and it is the property of ANYONE THAT WANTS me. Oh how darling, what shall we do with her?"

At last Rose found her voice.

"Evan what is she.."

She broke off as he quickly whirled off the bed and stood over her, he grabbed the leash and lifted it so Rose looked up at him.

"What's the matter Rosie? You found your limit, I knew I would get there eventually."

"No, I.."

"Well if not you'll let this happen. You know how you love to be humiliated, well what more humiliating than serving your school bully as their sex slave? That is what you are going to do tomorrow night at a little Reunion party Lucy is holding at her place. You can either be there and serve her and secretly love it or act like a cunt and the two of us are done. Go on, you know you want to."

The sad thing was Rose was already imagining the deep sense of personal shame she would experience from doing it, from giving herself over to her most hated rival from school - and it was already turning her on.

"You see, you know you want to. I'll tell you what I'll let you have a bit of my cum that you're always so desperate to taste as a little treat to help seal the deal. OK?"

Rose nodded feebly, trying to ignore the snort of derision that came from Lucy.

"All right then turn around and lie on your back."

Of course Rose obeyed, she always obeyed. By then Lucy had strapped on her killer red high heels and Rose hoped she was leaving but when the blonde then carefully placed each foot on either side of Rose's shoulders and slowly lowered her crotch down towards Rose she got the idea. Rose fought back a "no" but couldn't help herself screwing up her face as the blonde held herself inches from Rose's face and demanded.

"Open up speccy four-eyes (one of her hated nicknames from school), Evan told me you loved this stuff."

Half reluctantly Rose opened her mouth and held it open as Lucy parted her pussy lips and ever so slowly Evan's cum dripped from them and took an age to stretch and finally fall into Rose's waiting mouth. Maybe it tasted different, maybe not but Rose certainly didn't enjoy it from this source as she did from its usual one. Eventually Lucy stood up but as she moved away a final drop of cum spilled from her and slatted on the floorboards of the bedroom. Rose looked up at Evan and he smiled.

"Better get that too babe, I know how much you like it."

So Rose got to her knees and then dropped her head and licked this last spill from the floorboards and Lucy stood over her muttering.

"Good to see you've found your proper role in life at long last."

Lucy continued to get dressed as Evan squatted down beside his girlfriend and whispered.

"You can play with yourself now Rose, I can tell you want to. I can see you're more embarrassed and ashamed by this than anything we've ever done together and I just know how horny that makes you!"

It was true and as galling as it was to her she could not prevent herself reaching her hand down to her bare crotch and fingering herself as she licked at the cum on the floor whilst Lucy contemplated her.

"God I wish I'd known you were so into being a pathetic little whore at school, we could have had so much more fun then! Evan, tomorrow at 8, I'll expect her."

*

Rose stared at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom one last time. She could not believe how she looked. Evan had given the instructions and she had easily obeyed. Her dark hair was up in to cute pigtails. She wore the thick rimmed spectacles of her youth, she wore a sheer white blouse that had the top three buttons undone and was still way too small to contain her bosom (it was also short and displayed her midriff) lower down she wore a tiny tartan mini skirt (with no panties beneath), long white stockings and a pair of stripper heels. It was a real school girl / slut look. That was, of course, confirmed by the silver collar around her neck with the word "SLUT" emblazoned in black on it.

And this was how Evan had instructed her to dress to attend Lucy's party that night. She gave an involuntary shiver at the prospect of turning up dressed like this and handing herself over to that bitch's mercy (or lack thereof). However, there was arousal in that shiver too. Lucy and her bimbo friends had made her life hell for nearly five years before she had escaped them but what could be more humiliating and more degrading than to voluntarily hand herself over to them to do what they like with. Surely it was her ultimate humiliation. Maybe all those months ago when she had told Evan all about her school days this had been the denouement she had always been seeking.

She was shaken from her thoughts by the shrill ring of the house phone. Before she could move Evan had answered it elsewhere and she could hear him speaking as he moved towards the bedroom, by his end of the conversation it was Rose's mother and Evan was always super nice to her (he had informed Rose that it was his aim to get her mother drunk some time and have her give him a sloppy blow job). He came into the room naked and jerking his fat cock with one hand as he spoke into the receiver with the other. 

"Sure Mrs Ling, can't wait to see you then. Here's Rose for you."

He took the receiver away from his face and casually wiped his dick on it before handing it to Rose.

"Um hi Mum, aaaah. Yeah sure I'm fine."

The "aaaah" was because Evan had gone behind Rose and pushed his index finger between her thighs and proceeded to fuck her with his fingers, working up to his fist as Rose spoke to her mother. She had literally hung up on her five minutes later when she gushed an orgasm out that soaked her thighs and the inside of her mini skirt. And he did not let her either clean up or change her skirt before she set out on her long walk to Lucy Duncan's house.

Long walk? Oh yes, that was another humiliation to come for Rose as she would have to walk the two miles to Lucy's address in exactly what she was wearing (including the SLUT collar) which was a hell of a trek on those hooker heels and took her past a couple of building sites whose workers had plenty to say to her and past the self-same school Rose and Lucy had attended all those years ago. And of course, she had the wet material of her skirt rubbing on her thighs as a constant reminder of what a fucking slut she actually was.

Walking down the last street she could see that Lucy Duncan had done well for herself. It was a moneyed, affluent area she was in and she stood out like a sore thumb dressed as she was. She made the last leg of her journey to the buzzer beside a large metal gate and ignoring the voice inside her that demanded she not do this she pressed the intercom anyway, fighting off the urge to play with herself as she did so. 

There was a long pause during which a couple of women walked past on the side walk clearly staring at Rose and tutting and audibly discussing her as she moved away. She clearly heard the word "prostitute" used and blushed.

Finally Lucy's mocking voice sounded through the intercom, casually asking.

"Who is it?"

This had been explained to Rose by Evan earlier how she should answer.

"It's your bitch Mistress."

"Sorry, can you repeat that" (there was giggling in the background).

"It's Rose Ling, your bitch, Mistress."

"Good, took your time though speccy, anyway, wait there I'll send someone down for you, and they'll walk you down to where we are."

So Rose stood waiting in the fading sun and wondered what the next few hours held for her. If she had known perhaps she wouldn't have stayed there until the big gate rolled open and a man in a tuxedo stood before her holding the leashes of three excitable puppies. Actually he was holding four leashes, it was just that the fourth wasn't occupied - yet!

The man was in his fifties and kinda dignified looking but was also obviously some kind of servant at the house, a butler type guy. He looked Rose up and down with open disdain.




Rose by Any Other Name



"You'll be the young Mistress's 'guest' I suppose, have you got your collar on? Ah! I see you do, what does that say? Slut, how appropriate I suppose."

He clipped the remaining leash to Rose's collar and let her walk on her feet towards the house after he had shut the gate. They did not go into the house though, rather they rounded it and just before the exited at the back of the house the man tugged on the leash.

"You have to make this part of the journey on your hands and knees young lady."

Rose looked him as if he was joking but apparently not so slowly she dropped to hands and knees besides the excitable yapping canines and allowed herself to be walked with them around the corner to the back of the mansion. There was a big tent on the perfect lawn and from it came a burble of chatter which died away as Rose entered. On her hands and knees and dressed in the sluttiest outfit imaginable she looked up she gazed on the various fuckers that had made her life horrible at High School.

Lucy sat in the middle of the throng, almost like she was on a throne quaffing champagne and sneering and like all the girls in the tent wearing a sexy, expensive two piece bikini. Rose forced herself to look around at the collection of stuck up, plastic, big breasted bimbos that had made her teenage years so miserable. There was Ariana Watson, who Rose had once actually physically fought with, chatting with her Jade Hurley. Off to the other side of Lucy were Tiffany Mason and her twin sister Barbie. There were others too, names Rose had thought she would never have to think about again never mind confront in such humiliating circumstances. They all had boyfriends with them too, most of who had been in their class as well. In all Rose knelt before 14 of the bastards.

Lucy finished her champagne and addressed the help.

"Ah Spence, tea time for my pets I believe."

He nodded and placed four serving bowls on the grass then moved over to the white garden table that was in front of Lucy and removed a large bowl of dog food from it. Rose's heart sunk as she realised what was about to happen. In fact she had eaten dog food before, at home Evan had been testing her to see how low she would sink for him but to do it in front this group was another level of humiliation completely. And yet when the man spooned a chunk of food into the bowl labelled "ROSE" she still dropped her head into it and ate it and got wet at what the others were thinking and saying about her.

With disgusting meat smeared around her lips Lucy called out.

"OK. Enough take the other bitches away Spence but leave the human one, I'll take care of her personally."

Rose knelt up as the other dogs were removed and Lucy got up and walked slowly over to stand in front of her, over her. Rose didn't see it immediately but Lucy had a pitcher of water in her hand and when Rose looked up Lucy poured it over her head and face, washing away the detritus of the dog food (it also had the handy side effect of rendering Rose's white blouse literally see through and her large brown nipples easily stood out against the saturated material).

"Right speccy slant eyes (Rose hadn't heard that slur for years) you've had your tea, let's make you earn it, shall we?"

They stripped Rose of her clothing, all her clothing with Lucy purposefully dropping the white blouse in a tiny bit of dog shit on the grass then deliberately grinding her heel on it, working the shit around the shirt.

"You'll be wearing that to go home cunt" she informed her tersely.

Things continued with Rose ordered to lick and suck Lucy's perfect feet. At one point Lucy had nearly half her damned right foot shoved in Rose's gasping mouth and at another Rose's head lay against the grass and her face was literally smothered by the dirty sole.

But it was not just Lucy's feet Rose had to clean and service, no, all the other girls clamoured for the same treatment and half an hour later Rose's tongue was as exhausted as it was dirty. While she had been busy doing that the alcohol was flowing freely amongst her former school colleagues and the girls especially were getting drunker and louder. To the point that they cheered loudly when Lucy suggested the next 'task' for Rose.

"Right gook (another hurtful name from the past) get up on your knees and scuffle over here, that's it. Now I want you to kiss my ass. That's right speccy, kiss my fucking gorgeous ass and show everyone what you are."

All Lucy's friends cackled with glee as the blonde turned around and presented her rear end right up to Rose's nose. Rose surely got off on humiliation because she had to fight off the desire to reach down and finger herself as she reached forward and planted a kiss with her thin lips right on Lucy's backside. Then Lucy reached back and slowly eased her ass cheeks apart so that the tiny bit of material that was her thong bikini bottom disappeared between her butt cheeks. 

"Kiss me a bit better than that bitch! Get your fucking yellow nose right in there where it's nice and warm and this time when you kiss me use a bit of tongue and throw yourself into it bitch, make like you're loving it!"

Rose burned with shame and embarrassment but she did as she was told and positioned her little nose between her enemy's ass cheeks and extended her tongue and did a combination lick / kiss to Lucy's ass deep in her ass flesh. As she was doing that Ariana got up and moved behind them and placed her hand on the back of Rose's head and pushed her further in and actually ground Rose's face in to Lucy's ass stinkface style so that when Rose finally emerged she was coughing and spluttering and utterly humiliated. She stayed kneeling there on the grass as the others laughed and congratulated themselves and hand more drink. And then Evan entered the tent.

He gave Rose a look of derision then pulled in a large inflatable item behind him. It was a kid's paddling pool and he dumped it in front of where Rose knelt. Lucy squealed at Evan's arrival and leapt to her feet and right in front of Rose she gave him a full blown French kiss and snog and openly groped his crotch while he got a handful of her ass and groped her back.

Finally they broke off and Evan glanced at Rose once more.

"You been having fun with her sweetheart?"

"Yes, so far, but we've got plenty more planned, let me explain to my friends."

At that Lucy grabbed another drink and tried to get everyone's attention. It took a while, while she did Rose obediently crawled into the paddling pool and knelt submissively in its middle - she knew what was coming.

"Listen up everyone, now I don't want any of you drunks messing up my house and especially making a disgusting mess in my bathrooms - I'm looking at you Jade, I remember the last time - so Evan here has kindly provided us with our own toilet facility out here in the garden - Rose! Look at that folks she knows what she's good at, kneeling there ready and waiting so if any of you ladies or gents gotta go pee pee, Rose's mouth is the urinal Ok? And if you gotta go number 2? Well Rose's mouth is for that too, and anything else. And just you don't feel too sorry for our speccy, slant eyed toilet over there I'll be passing this around ( Lucy held up a large cocktail glass), feel free to contribute to it as it goes around and the Chink bitch can get a nice drink to go with all that piss!"

There was a raucous cheer and before Rose even knew it her old battling rival Ariana was standing right over her. Rose looked up at the busty, young brunette and slowly opened her mouth as Ariana rolled up the hem of her extremely short dress to reveal she had no knickers and a tight looking, shaven snatch. Rose closed her eyes and accepted her fate, this was hardly her first golden shower, she normally loved the degradation of them this one had the added humiliation however of being someone she had hated doing it.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! You're too quick off the block Ari, hold it in a bit longer honey, I've got a bit of accessorising to do first."

This from Lucy who now had a thick, black permanent marker pen in her hand which she used to white the word "WHORE" over Rose's forehead with a bullseye target just over her nose then used it to write the word "CUNT" across the top of Rose's perky breasts.

"Ok babe, good to go now."

And with that Ariana couldn't hold it back any longer and gleefully emptied her full bladder all over Rose's upturned face. It was literally like a hose as she pissed in Rose's hair, in her eyes, in her mouth and all over her and by the time she ran dry there was already a small puddle in the bottom of the paddling pool. With no further ado Ariana rolled down her hem and grabbed a drink and was about to resume her seat when she had a second thought, sauntered over to Rose again and this time spit right on her hitting the drawn target and getting a cheers from the assembly, she then spat a second time this time to get things started in the cocktail glass.

By the end of the first hour in that paddling pool every one of the girls and guys had pissed on Rose and fairly filled up the level in the paddling pool. She had gamely swallowed a fair bit herself and even pissed in it herself (though no-one else had noticed) her body was shining and her hair was absolutely saturated. A couple of the guys had also been up and jerked off onto her splattering their cum onto her face and into the piss, the last drops being squeezed out into the slowly filling cocktail glass.

And that was Rose's night, she knelt there in the slowly rising piss (and other fluids) and watched all her arch enemies from school enjoy themselves whilst using her as a toilet / spit bucket / cum depositary. Evan came over eventually and pulled his zipper down and slowly targeted Rose's sticking out tongue.

"You having fun Rose? This too much for you yet? Have I found your limit yet or do you want to continue?"

Rose just stretched her tongue out further in defiance and barely winced as Evan's stream of yellow piss expertly found her mouth and she swallowed the whole lot, barely spilling a drop. They shared a knowing look as he finished and slapped the sides of her face with his dick, he grinned and shouted over his shoulder.

"Hey, Lucy baby that cocktail glass near full? I think this cunt is about ready for a mixer to go with all that piss!"

There was a high pitched squeal of delight and the blonde carefully carried over the glass, it was filled to the brim with a disgusting mix of saliva, cum, piss and anything else that they could have got in there. Rose looked at it balefully but still did not shrink when Evan produced a plastic funnel and fitted it smartly into her mouth.

"Don't want you trying avoid drinking this now do we Rosie? Not when we've all taken so long to make this delicious concoction."

Rose arched her head back to allow the funnel full access and tried her best to shoot a defiant look at Evan. It was a look that disintegrated as Lucy stepped up with the glass and let Rose see the disgusting mess in it.

"Enjoy, you bitch!"

And then the blonde slowly tipped the contents into the funnel and from there right down Rose's throat and into her gut. Rose's eyes bulged and the others (who were gathered around her laughed at her exaggerated reaction). All too quickly the mixture disappeared and Rose took every drop and by that time there was little doubt amongst her old school 'friends' about what kind of dirty, bottom dwelling slut she was. After that they had Rose roll about in the pool and lick its bottom from one side to the other. The others eventually faded away either too drunk or bored or in some cases sneaking away to fuck each other until there were just Lucy and Evan standing over Rose in the pool. Lucy picked up then dropped the remnants of Rose's sexy school uniform into the pool beside her and snarled.

"Get them on and get the fuck out of here loser, if you're not gone in two minutes I'll get Spence to eject you himself. I'm going inside to fuck your boyfriend's brains out!"

Rose watched them leave hand in hand miserably, before picking up her blouse, it was shit stained and now absolutely saturated in piss but somehow she struggled into it. Her skirt was the same and she left the tie and her knickers and stumbled into her high heels and made her exit feeling as low and worthless as she ever had.

She skittled away from this affluent area and as soon as she was back on the main straight to her house she ducked into a back alley, hunched down behind a bin in the shadows and began to play with herself whilst reliving the events of the night. It had been the most humiliating, degrading night of her life and she was ready to explode with arousal. 

She came in mere, glorious minutes. Her panting and thrashing was so frantic and noisy that she didn't even notice the vagrant that came up the alley to investigate the contents of the bins and ended up watching Rose finger herself so wildly. Only when she had fired out a spray of hot, sticky love juices onto the dirty cobbles did she become aware of her audience. She hurried to her feet and fled the alley this latest humiliation giving her a new buzz.

*

Hours later and with Rose asleep, having had a long, hot shower first, Evan entered their bedroom. He was naked and sporting a large erection, reliving the events of the evening himself no doubt. He climbed onto the bed until her knelt over Rose's sleeping form (she was laid out on her back) he got his knees either side of her head then lowered his dick to her lips and pushed in past and into her mouth. Rose woke gagging on him, disorientated at first and choking, then she realised what it was that had wakened her and she took his dick deeper, into a deep throat that Evan completely controlled. He leaned over and whispered.

"That's straight from Lucy's pussy you're tasting, hope you enjoy it."

Later, after Evan had dumped a thick load of salty cum into Rose's mouth. They lay in bed cuddling, both awake, staring at the shadows on their bedroom ceiling as a new day broke forth.

"So, Rose, do you admit defeat? Have I found your tipping point or do I have to try and find something beyond last night?"

Rose smiled at him, virtually purring and murmured.

"More, I want more!"



Rose, By Any Other Name



"You threw up twice last night."

"Oh. Yeah, but it's more than that. I can't quite describe it. It's like..."

Rose had shut her eyes, rubbing her tongue on the outside of her mouth again in attempt to identify the taste. I knew what it probably was, but I wasn't about to tell her I knew for certain until she'd recovered somewhat.

"It tastes..." Rose paused for a minute.

"No it can't be."

I said nothing.

We sat for a few minutes, each sipping our coffees while I buttered some toast for Rose.

"So what happened? Why am I here with you at the Mark?"

"I can only tell you part of the story. You'll have to ask Marie and Valerie about earlier in the evening."

"Oh! That's right. A bunch of us girls went out for Halloween, I mean Valentine's Day. I know we were bar hopping and Marie kept telling me to eat something or slow down on the drinking. That's about all I remember. Hey. You know Marie and Valerie?"

"I met them for the first time last night up at the Top."

"Oh my goodness. I don't even remember coming here. Did I act stupid."

"No. You'd just had too much to drink. That's all."

"HEY!"

"What?"

"I'm mad at you." 

"Huh?"

"You abandoned me."

"No I didn't. I have a career at a company that happens to be three thousand miles away."

"I think you took that job so you could put distance between me, and mom and dad."

"We'll talk about it later. In the meantime," I said, standing and reaching for the bouquet of roses, "these came for you."

"What? Who sent those?"

"A secret admirer," I answered watching as Rose inhaled the fragrance of the bouquet.

"You got me these, didn't you?"

"Guilty."

"Why, because I threw up and basically made a fool of myself?"

"Nope. I ordered them before you threw up."

"Why? Cause you got to see my boobs."

"Rose, stop it. I got them for you because the first thing you said to me last night made me feel bad for you."

"What'd I say?"

"You said you really needed a man right now."

"Maybe that was true last night but right now I need to go back to bed. I don't feel very good. Do we have to check out?"

"No. We're okay. But first, brush your teeth. There's an extra toothbrush at the vanity and there's mouthwash too."

"When did you get into town?"

"Take a nap Rose. We'll catch up when you feel better."

Rose went into the bathroom, but left the door open. I heard her pee, clear her throat, and then start brushing her teeth. When she was finished rinsing her mouth out, I heard her gargle with mouthwash.

"Hey, Billy," Rose hollered.

"What?"

"Where're my clothes?"

"Take a nap Rose, they should be back from the cleaners by the time you wake up."

She came out of the bathroom, slipped off the robe, looked at me with a slightly defiant look and started to get into bed.

"What?" she asked. "You've already seen the goods. Can't make much difference now."

"Go to sleep Rose. I'll wake you in the afternoon."

"Thanks Billy. Oh, do you think I could have a kiss, at least now that I've brushed my teeth."

I stood up and walked over to the bed. As I leaned down to kiss her forehead, she put her arms around my neck and yanked hard, causing me to fall on top of her.

"You better tell me everything later."

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Okay, now get off me you perv."

I chuckled as I stood up and walked back to the table. When I turned, I saw Rose was already well on her way to dreamland.

While Rose slept, I did some catch-up work on a report I was sending to my office. I finished breakfast, called room service to clean the place of dirty dishes and to replace the towels, and waited for the boutiques to bring the clothes.

After the clothes were delivered and the hotel brought back the clothes that had been dry cleaned, I laid everything out for Rose to choose from and went to take a shower.

As I was rinsing off, I started to get hard thinking about my sister's body. She was in every sense, perfection. As I remembered her getting out of bed earlier, I remembered how her mons looked as she put first one foot and then the other on the floor. I knew she caught me looking, but I couldn't help it. She had the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen.

I thought about stroking one off, but changed my mind when I thought what kind of a perv I'd be, jacking off over thoughts of my sister's body. But then I remembered she was sleeping with a belly full of my cum and that was enough to bring me up to full attention. 

Just as I started in earnest, Rose came into the bathroom, put the lid down on the toilet and proceeded to let loose with a massive flow of pee. I laughed quietly at the thought of my sister peeing next to me, but it was bizarre enough to cause my cock to start deflating.

"Whatcha doin'?

"Huh?"

"I see you in there. Looks like your morning wood decided to stick around all day."

"Very funny. Now hurry up and get out so I can dry off."

"Dry off. Don't you mean whack off?"

"Rose. For Christ's sake, hurry up and get out."

"When can I shower?"

"As soon as I'm done."

"Did you buy those clothes for me?"

"Yes. Yours were a mess from last night and I wasn't sure the cleaners could get them back to normal."

"They look fine now. But thanks. I can't believe I'm in a bathroom with you, especially after four, very long years. I thought I'd never see you again."

"Rose, I'm going to get out of the shower now. So, unless you want full frontal, you better high tail it out to the other room."

"Okay. Okay. Don't get your feathers all ruffled."

When I finished, I brushed my teeth, and looked on the towel rack for my boxers. They weren't there.

"Rose, damn it. Bring me my boxers."

"I'm naked."

"Hah, hah. Bring them to me now, please."

"Okay, since you said please," Rose said walking into the bathroom completely naked.

"Told you."

"You must be desperate for a man to parade the goods in front of your own brother. Now get cleaned up so we can go out for a proper dinner."

As she handed me my boxers, she looked down at my cock, still dangling at half-mast.

"Nice one, Billy Bro."

"Now who's the perv," I said walking out of the bathroom.

While Rose got cleaned up, I called and asked the bartender at the Tadich, if they were busy. When he said there was a light crowd, I settled on that as our early dinner destination.

When Rose walked out of the bathroom, she was still naked. She walked straight to where I'd laid out her clothes and started dressing. 

She put her panties on first, then sat on the bed and put on the new shoes I'd purchased for her. When she stood up and turned around to get her bra, I noticed the shape of her calf and just like the night before when I'd seen her legs before I knew it was her, I shook my had at how perfectly turned they were.

"You're staring."

"Yes, I am. I can't believe how beautiful you are. What happened to the gangly little girl who used to be my younger sister?"

"Oh she served her purpose. But when I didn't need her any more, I put her out to retirement."

"Too bad. I liked her a lot."

"If you'd hung around these past few years, you'd have grown to like me as well."

"I'm sure I would. In fact, I can even go so far as to say, I'm sure I do."

"That's because you're perving on me once again."

"If you only knew."

"Come again."

"Nothing."

"Where we going?"

"Tadich."

"That was Dad's favorite. Kind of stuffy don't you think."

"Yeah, probably. But they make the best and most authentic martini on planet earth, and I intend to have a couple."

"No wine? I thought you were into wine."

"Wine's great. But I'm ravenous, I want a big meal, and I want to get a decent buzz from a couple martinis."

"Me too."

"Aren't you a bit under the weather after last night?"

"Hell no. I'm young and I heal fast."

"Okay. But don't drink so much you puke all over yourself again."

"No chance. But if we've time, I'll tell you all about your little sister and what you've been missing out on these past few years."

"Deal."

"You got to tell me 'bout yourself as well."

"Deal."

"No lying."

"Deal."

"Shut up you broken record you...hey, where's my purse and coat?"

"What purse and coat?"

"Dufus, it's San Francisco in February. I'm not going out without a coat."

"Let me call the restaurant. Maybe you left them up there."

"Maybe. But let me use your phone so I can call Marie. She may have them in her car."

While I called the restaurant, Rose called Marie. As it turned out, Marie, not knowing my room number, had left them at the front desk. We both hung up and headed downstairs.

We got to the Tadich early enough to get one of the curtained booths. If you know the restaurant, you know it can get quite noisy when the dinner crowd fills up the room.

After we ordered and our first martinis were served, I watched Rose play with the olives and then take a sip. She closed her eyes and swallowed the gin and made that face people make when they are close to feeling total bliss.

When she opened her eyes she saw me looking at her with a slight smile on my face.

"What?"

"You're beautiful."

"You just say that cause you've seen my boobies."

"Rose. Damn it. Keep it down. People might hear."

"And what. No one knows who we are. They just think you're some lucky guy out with a hot babe," she finished giggling a bit, before taking another sip of her drink.

"I guess you're right."

"Are you getting married?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"'Cause I don't know anything about you. Nothing. Nada. Zip."

"Oh yeah. I guess we should catch up."

And that's what we did over dinner and a long walk after, across California and down Montgomery to the Pied Piper inside the Palace hotel.

"Good gracious, I forgot how beautiful this place is," Rose said, looking up at the ceiling as we entered the lobby. "It's so inviting."

"Let's get dessert and some Port."

"Okay, big brother. You're in charge. I'll just consider this my Valentine's weekend date."

"That's sad; having to spend Valentine's weekend with your brother."

"Au contraire. I can't think of a more beautiful date with anyone, anywhere. But that's probably 'cause I'm desperate."

"Why do you talk like that? You're the most beautiful girl in San Francisco."

"That's 'cause you saw my boobies."

"Would you stop saying that. It makes me feel a bit creepy."

"Why? Because I'm you sister? Get over it. You were my knight in shining armor. You cleaned me up. You tucked me in. You bought me clothes. And..."

"And what?"

"You saw my boobies and didn't take advantage of me."

"For goodness sake. Stop it."

"You didn't."

"Well. That may not be exactly true."

"What do you mean?" Rose asked as we entered the Pied Piper and chose a booth away from a noisy group at the bar.

"Wait 'til we order."

"Oh boy. I can't wait to hear this."

After our drinks were served, Rose just looked at me waiting. She had a slight glint in her eye. I couldn't for the life of me figure out whether or not she would be forgiving, or even if she'd believe me, but I felt I had to let her know at least as much as I thought I knew.

After a minute, Rose gestured with her hand for me to go ahead.

"How much do you remember about last night?"

"Nothing," she replied.

"Nothing at all."

She thought for a minute, and then shook her head.

"Not a thing. I don't even remember going to the Mark.

"Wow. This is not going to be easy."

"Out with it."

"Okay. Here goes."

I paused, took a sip of my drink and proceeded to tell Rose everything I knew about the dream, waking up with her head in my lap, the cum on the side of her mouth, everything, every detail I could remember. When I was finished, Rose just sat there for a minute her eyes darting about the room, looking everywhere but at me. Finally...

"You mean I gave you a blowjob?"

"I think so."

"You think so. Either I did or I didn't. If you're not sure, why did you tell me?"

"Because I think it's probable that you did, and I don't feel I should hide it from you."

"Why not?"

"What if I didn't tell you and you suddenly remembered, remembered me waking up and moving you back off my stomach to a sleeping position. You'd think I knew and maybe even think I had something to do with it."

"You did."

"Huh? No I didn't."

"Well your cock did anyway."

"Rose. Don't you know what I'm telling you?"

"Yup. And I could as easily make a case for you actually taking advantage of me and starting to worry I knew and might wind up hating you or something."

"Rose, I promise. I didn't know."

"I believe you."

"You do?"

"You sound uncertain."

"Well how do you think this would look to other people? An older brother just told his younger sister she blew him in a drunken stupor. They'd tar and feather me and run me out of town."

"It's okay."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is. In a way I'm glad I got to give you head."

"Huh?"

"Remember Marianne Hayes?"

"Sure. What about her?"

Rose leaned forward and whispered.

"I saw her suck your dick."

"What? When?"

"One day my dance class was cancelled so I came home early. You were sitting on the sofa and she was kneeling between your legs."

"How? I would have heard you come in to the house."

"That's just it. I didn't come in. I watched from that little window just the other side of the fireplace mantel. I don't know what made me go around to the back of the house, but I did, and as I was passing the window, I caught a glimpse of the two of you."

"I'm sorry. I never would have let her do that if I thought..."

"Sorry. Don't be sorry. It was the coolest thing I'd ever seen. Don't forget, I'd just passed puberty, and boy did that make an impression."

"That's weird."

"Maybe. But you know what's even more weird?"

"What?"

"I was jealous."

"What," I exclaimed. "That's crazy."

"No it wasn't. Stop and think about it from my perspective. My big brother, my hero at the time, was being pleasured, and I mean obviously pleasured, at least from the look on your face when you came, by someone I couldn't be."

"Did you even know what a blowjob was at the time?"

"Sort of. Well not really. But for weeks after that I searched every website I could find that specialized in every aspect of oral sex, from blowjobs, to bukkake, to out and out face fucking. I loved it and couldn't wait to try it."

"Really. So you became a blowjob queen before you even got to high school."

"Sadly, no. That's about the same time mom and dad started having their shouting matches and I curled up into a ball of pain."

"Oh jeez, Rose. I'm so sorry. That whole time must have been harder on you than I ever imagined."

"Yep. You were a true dickwad at that time, running off to college and all, then moving to Connecticut after you graduated. But don't worry about it. I think having to sort things out on my own helped me be a better person. But now I'm really going to drop a bombshell, so sit back and buckle up, okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"Listen. I want to be real clear about what I'm about to say and not have you freak out."

"Okay. Shoot."

"You promise."

"I promise. Rose I'll do anything for you. I'm really sorry about last night."

"Me too. But not for the same reason you think I am."

"What do you mean?"

"Since I woke up this morning, my throat's been a bit sore, like somebody rammed a fat cock down it repeatedly. I had a taste in my mouth I might have recognized if I hadn't barfed the night before. I couldn't quite put it all together, but in a way, it made me a bit horny."

"How could anyone who looked like you did this morning have been horny."

"I said a bit. Then, when I saw your cock in the bathroom, I thought back instantly to that time I saw you get a blowjob. Now you tell me I rolled over in the night, found a nice fat cock, and sucked a load out. And what's more, it was my brother's cock."

"Though you've put it a bit crudely, that seems reasonable."

"Reasonable? Maybe. But you know the worst thing for me about the whole thing."

"What? You have to live with the knowledge."

"No silly. The worst thing is I wish I would have been stone cold sober when I did it. It's been one of my biggest fantasies for the past dozen years."

"You're kidding?"

"Nope. In fact, if you're up for it, I'd like to pay the bill and go straight back to the Mark and spend the night with your cock wedged in my throat."

"Rose. You're my sister. We can't do things like that."

"But we already have done it. You said so yourself. I just want to be sober the next time I do it. Come on now. You said I was a beautiful girl. You've seen my girly parts, and I'm sure you had a thought or two. And it's probably the greatest Valentine's Day present I could ever imagine getting."

"I'm your brother."

"So what? It's not like we're gonna get married or anything. I just want to realize a fantasy, create a memory that I can have for the rest of my life."

"You're serious." 

"Listen," Rose said, lowering her voice. "I want to get on my knees and offer my mouth for your pleasure. I know you like blowjobs. I saw the look on your face when Marianne did it."

"What guy doesn't like it?"

"See. And what's probably more unbelievable to you is that I'll get off like I've never gotten off the minute you start to cum. And buster, you better warn me, 'cause I want your cock as far down my throat as I can manage when you start spewing."

It didn't take me long to respond.

"Let's get out of here."

What else could we do? Her logic, if that's what you want to call it, was acceptable, especially once she started talking. As crude as she was, she never looked wanton. She just stared into my eyes, daring me to look away. I couldn't. She was the siren and I was the sailor.

On the way back to the hotel, she told me all about her one and only lover who she met in college. She stayed a virgin, in every respect, all through those tumultuous years as our parents were separating. 

Bobby, her boy friend throughout college, was a year ahead of her and had experience. He taught her to love sex, not so much because he was a Lothario, but more because he let her learn as she went along. They tried everything and as she described their various entwinings, I became more and more agitated. My cock turned to granite.

When we got back to the hotel, I poured us a couple brandies from the bar, turned out all but one small desk lamp, and watched as Rose walked to the window and began taking off her clothes.

"Rose. Do you really want to do this?"

She came toward me wearing only her panties, put her finger to my lips, and pushed two inside my mouth.

"You feel that brother?" 

I nodded.

"That's what I'm going to experience when I put your cock in my mouth." 

She stuck her fingers farther in my mouth, across my tongue.

"Lick the fingers. See. That's what I'll do to the head of your cock, until I can't take it anymore and then I'm going to open my throat and let you face fuck me." 

I stared at her, my mouth filled with her fingers, in this empathetic lesson in fellatio. 

"So please. Do I really want to do this? The answer is, more than anything I've ever wanted to do in my life. This is like a dream come true. I'm so excited, I may piss myself."

"Can I eat your pussy?"

"Tomorrow. Tonight is all about my hunger."

And hungry she was.

"I'm going to get on my knees so I can service that beautiful cock of yours. I'm going to set the pace. I'm going to spend a good long time lubricating it with my saliva, and when I know the time is ripe, I'm going to slowly force it into my throat."

I groaned a low, guttural response to her verbal assault on my libido.

"Once you're in my throat, I'm going to show you a trick I can do that will drive you crazy."




Rose, By Any Other Name



"What's that?"

"You'll see. And after that, I want to surrender control and ask you, no plead with you to fuck my face. I want you to start off with a slow, purposeful pistoning, in and out, in and out. Then, I want you to pick up the pace, fucking my mouth like you're angry. I want you to abandon any and all civility or concern you may have for my well being and have your way with me."

"Rose. If you keep talking, I'm going to cum."

"I want you to ravage my face like the great Mongol hordes raping and pillaging everything in their path. I want to gag and be so short of breath, you'll think I'm dying from asphyxiation. And, as your cock grows harder, I want your will to match that intensity."

"Please, Rose. Now."

"And then I want you to cum."

I nearly passed out from weakness, a weakness caused by being this close to true hunger. I can't imagine a man dying of thirst could want water more than Rose wanted to have her way with me.

"Let me have it now," Rose said, as she unzipped my trousers, unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and my boxers down in one swift motion.

As soon as my cock sprung free, she grabbed it and squeezed a huge drop of pre-seminal fluid from the tip. She swiped it with her tongue, looked up at me and swallowed. She closed her eyes but I could tell she was delighted.

"I've waited so long for this."

"Don't let me stop you," I said at an attempt to diffuse the tension I felt.

Rose just smiled.

For about five minutes, she'd licked and squeezed my cock. Every time a dollop of pre-cum bubbled up from the piss slit, she'd use her tongue to coax it in to her mouth and make a big deal out of swallowing it.

She mostly kept her eyes closed, even as she started tugging at my ball sac and squeezing the orbs inside. 

"Fuck. You're killing me."

Rose smiled and said: "I'm just getting started." With that, she took the head of my cock between her lips and lightly sucked.

My guess is watching all those blowjob scenes after she'd seen me get a blowjob from Marianne, gave her a million ideas on what to do when she had a cock in her mouth. She even knew how to nip at the head with her teeth without hurting it. But it was when she finally forced the head in her throat that she really began to show her talents.

It was when she finally buried her nose in my stomach that she began to demonstrate that neat trick she'd told me about earlier in the evening.

She used the sphincter muscle at the juncture of her throat and mouth to caress the area just behind the head of my cock. And she kept it up without gagging.

After a few minutes, she pulled her mouth off my cock and looked up at me.

"Did you like that?"

"I never imagined..."

"Now it's time for you to do the work. Face fuck me Billy. Ram that fucking cock down my throat over and over until you can't stand it anymore and then give me the goods. Please. I've waited over ten years for this to happen. Give me my Valentine's gift."

"Rose," I said, as she started licking the head of my cock again.

"What?"

"Get back to work."

And she did just that.

One of my favorite things in the world is to find someone new who knows how to do something better than anyone else you've ever met before, especially if it entails doing something you like.

There's a little café in Connecticut that makes the very best hamburger anywhere. 

And there's an Italian restaurant in Boston that makes a pizza that defies description.

Well, you get the picture. Rose was the consummate cocksucker. 

But now it was my turn to go to work.

I put my hands on either side of her head and slowly forced the head of my cock back into her throat and held it there until I felt her starting to run out of breath.

I slowly eased out and then jammed it back in again, this time a little harder.

And as Rose became short of breath, I eased out until she was just about to start gasping for air and then I jammed it back into her throat.

Over and over I did as she'd requested, fucking her face for all I was worth. This was no longer a blow job; this was using a person's mouth for one's own pleasure. 

I fucked her mouth until I couldn't stand it any longer and then, with one last push, lodged the head of my cock at the back of her mouth and unloaded.

I came so hard it hurt. But the hurt took me to a place I'd never been before. Everything slowed down.

The first shot of cum was intense. The second was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I had to look.

Rose's eyes flew open in panic. I was unloading more cum than anyone could be expected to handle. 

Rose gagged and cum ran out her nose and down the side of mouth.

Still, I came.

Nothing in my wildest imagination could have ever conjured up a vision as beautiful and as frightening as was Rose's face was with cum running out of her nose and mouth and tears running out of her eyes.

And there was more.

I fired off at least three or four more shots and then I began to settle down. 

As I settled down, Rose began to suck again, using her finger to scoop the cum back into her mouth, moving my cock first to one side, and then to another, until she'd cleaned her face. 

She sniffled, swallowed, and looked up into my eyes and said the one word I knew would be the death of me.

"More."

I was spent. Or so I thought, but Rose kept right on sucking, jamming her face back on to my still hard cock, over and over, desperate for another load. And surprisingly, I didn't go soft, not even just for a minute.

It took longer, but I came again. This time, I pulled the head of my cock out of her throat, and let the pulsing jets land on her tongue.

"Don't swallow it yet," I told her.

Rose smiled as best she could and kept sucking until there was nothing left to get out.

She slowly pulled off my rapidly deflating cock, opened her mouth to show me the load, and waited for my approval.

I nodded. She swallowed.

She nuzzled my cock and balls with her chin, then turned her face to the side and rested her head on my groin.

"Feel better?"

She nodded.

I stroked her hair for a couple of minutes and then lifted her gently to her feet and walked her to the bed. I fluffed a couple of pillows and sat her on the edge of the bed so I could finish undressing.

When I was naked, I eased Rose back on the pillows and lay down next to her. I lifted her head and put my arm underneath her neck so she could rest her head on my shoulder.

We didn't talk for a few minutes. At that moment, we weren't brother and sister, we weren't even human. We were just two living organisms that had joined together through an experience that was a long time in the making.

Rose rubbed her hand across my chest for a minute and then she spoke.

"Can I sleep with your cock in my mouth?"

"Sure."

The next day, she blew me again before we got out of bed. After breakfast, I ate her pussy with a different fervor than she'd exhibited when she had my cock in her mouth.

In the afternoon we made love and that night she sucked me off one last time.

The Valentine's weekend was over, but it was not so with Rose and I. We had a lot to get out of our system.

She stayed with me for a week and then went back to her apartment to settle her affairs.

Six weeks later she moved in with me back in Connecticut. We know it won't last, but while it does, it is as good as it gets.