4 comments/ 62201 views/ 22 favorites The Bitch Sister Ch. 01 By: Crazeems My first story in AGES, sorry, I've been ill. This story came to me in a drugged dream as a result of over hearing one of my nurses talking to his friend about his sister. It just evolved from the one discussion and flowed out onto the keyboard as you see it and, when I upload the last bit, there's something of everything in there. After a while I started to struggle to think what category it would fit in to; it's not meant to be a gay story with straight sex or a straight story about a gay man. It's just about people and sex. I did try and see if I could fit in some romantic alien Lesbian werewolves that were into bondage but somehow the story wouldn't go that way. Em * My name is Bill and I'm a gay man; like many gay men I seem resolutely and self-destructively unable to maintain a relationship with another gay man that isn't a total fuckwit or have serious character flaws that I (as a gay man) am duty bound to point out to him the second we get into any kind of argument. I live at home in South London, until very recently with my mother. Mum bless her, has dementia and has almost no short term memory. She can remember what I did thirty years ago, and give me a list of all the lovely girls I went out with until I finally 'came out' and admitted to the world -- me especially -- that I was a gay man, but not what I gave her for breakfast that morning. When I left school for want of something to study at college I opted for a pre-nursing course. It was great and I took to the work naturally. I was one of only two men on the course, and with about half a dozen other students from my course, at the end I enrolled with the Royal Navy and spent a really happy fifteen years working across the world in bases and on ships as a medic, finishing my time as a chief, and walking straight from the Navy and taking my experience and my medals from Iraq and Afghanistan into that fantastic institution the British NHS. It isn't perfect and some people hate it but I love it and would cheerfully man the barricades against the Nazis that would do away with it based on their complete faith in, not say love of, the free market. Sorry, rant over. The RN wasn't the best place to be a gay man in the nineties, although it did improve as time went on, and I didn't really express my sexuality or particularly practise it until I left. I had of course had several undercover relationships at the end of my career with some great men who taught me very well. Sadly we were all way too much alike and we struggled to live together or remain faithful. So I have any number of casual relationships, a few fuck buddies (one of which is my first lover who gets me but can't live with me or me with him) and I survive from day to day with the support of my family and many good friends and have a good time. No kids, but I have a few nephews and nieces and two godchildren that I dote on. I like good wine, good company and steak, medium rare with peppercorn and mushroom sauce -- no sexual innuendo there, I actually like beef steak. I still live in Mum's flat although she is now living in a warden controlled complex that is all on one level; her widow's pension keeps her there in reasonable style while I pay for the occasional day out or new dress should she need one. Thank God we can pick our friends though; my eldest sister Sandra is a Bitch. She went to college to be an architect but somehow managed to find herself as a town planner and worked in several London Boroughs working her way up with hard work and pig ignorance to the higher echelons of local government. She was well set for directorship and chief exec jobs but thanks to some internal political and financial wranglings she found herself at the place where the buck stopped with no one above or below that she dyke responsibility onto. She was given a golden goodbye, and presented with all kinds of other gifts by the smiling, back stabbing assassins that had preserved their place at the trough at her expense. She was a week over fifty so took her pay-off, her lump sum and her pension and was advised by several colleagues to give it a year or two take a couple of holidays and then start applying for jobs outside the capital. She took their advice and took 'outside the capital' to heart and went first to Canada, where she worked freelance for a while then to an Gulf state where her particular style of management was smiled upon, I mean Saddam Hussein and Colonel Gaddafi had gotten away with it for a long time. The global economic crisis took its toll though and eventually the massive building projects ran out or were left half-finished and she was again sent on her way. So it was that she turned up on my doorstep five months ago. She wasn't poor by any stretch of the imagination, far from it. She had money invested in all sorts of places but couldn't get her hands on it for the time being and thought she'd kip in Mum's spare room while she got herself sorted. 'Sorted' was to be a job somewhere, and a small house in the Surrey countryside where she could live off of her pension and income from her savings. She was shocked to see me there at the door bleary eyes and in nightwear as she stood there with her two suitcases at a shade after eleven PM. "Oh, it's you," she said, "can I come in, it's freezing." I smiled, "Sandra, how lovely to see you too," I replied and stepped back. "Where's Mum?" she said, looking at the spot where her chair used to be and then looking around at the changed décor. "She lives in a small retirement community," I said, "warden controlled, all ground floor, her room her things, lots of other people her age, she loves it." "Why wasn't I told?" she snapped. I fumed; to my knowledge she hadn't spoken to Mum in almost two years, she certainly hadn't spoken to me in that time. "How was I going to get in touch with you," I said stepping into the kitchen to boil a kettle for tea, for me not her, "Through a fucking medium?" "Mum had my number!" she snapped back, "She could have given it to you; you just wanted her flat to yourself, this is fucking typical!" she raged flinging her hands around. "Mum might have HAD your number, but she hasn't given it to me, I expect she lost it." "Or you threw it away; fucking typical," she snarled, "always the fucking same, typical fucking Poof desire to control everything," I frowned. Sandra had hated me being gay. She had never needed a man (or woman) in her life as she was so much in love with herself to make room for anyone else's love, but every now and again, after a few glasses of wine she would bitch at me and point out that my homosexuality was a character flaw not a lifestyle choice. "I didn't throw it away Sandra," I said breathing deeply, "If you'd done more than send Christmas cards with no forwarding address you'd know that Mum has vascular dementia. She doesn't know what day of the week it is let alone where you left a piece of paper with an office number on it. She fell down the stairs just before Christmas and broke her hip. She's taken months to recover and the doctor said that she needed to be in accommodation on one level. The place she is in is sponsored by the lodge." Dad had been a freemason, and his particular branch had access to charitable institutions and as soon as they found out that a brother's wife needed support she was in within days. It was a great place. "Why..." "Why weren't you told? What should I have done pray," I said, "Checked out the postmark on the envelope? Asked the bank for details of the person that sent the cheque? Fuck off Sandra, you've been off doing your own thing, and fuck everyone else. You so much as hint at what you're thinking then so help me I'll fucking throw you down the stairs and drop your cases on you. Tea?" She paused, she couldn't let me have the last word. "Coffee," she said, "do you have ground or is it instant?" I shook my head, and reached into my cupboard for my cafeteire mug and spooned some in. After an uncomfortable silence of around ten minutes she eventually asked if I was going to let her stay at Mum's place. "It's not Mum's place anymore," I said, "I took over a new lease, so it's mine." I could see she was desperate to complain about this but she kept her mouth shut seeing as it was getting close to midnight and she had nowhere to sleep. "Of course you can stay, the spare room is where it always was." "While you take the master bedroom I suppose." She couldn't let it go. "I pay the rent I get the good room -- unless you think I should sleep in the kitchen?" "Poof," she snarled under her breath. "Bitch," I snarled under mine. We both tried to hold them off but we grinned at each other at that, "welcome back Sandra..." I was on early turn and was in the bathroom at five o'clock, showering away the four hours sleep I'd had. She was obviously still on Arabic time and came in the bathroom to see what I was doing, with a glass of wine in her hand. "I'm a nurse Sandra remember?" I said covering my still wet torso with a towel. "Oh yeah," she took a gulp of her... no MY wine. "Still in shape I see," she said with the faintest slur, "S'pose you have to be for your bum boys." "Fuck off Sandra, I'm busy." I could see she was desperate to see my penis, probably because it would be something else to be shitty to me about. OK I confess, I'd had masturbated in the shower. I was thinking about contacting one of my fuck buddies and going out for dinner (I hadn't made love since before Mum had moved out and I felt I was in need, especially with my Bitch of an older sister in town) and I'd been thinking about my old friend Ralph and this had become part of my dream. So in the shower and still sporting the erection I pulled myself off thinking about him in me, me in him and some mutual pre-fuck fellatio. Ralph and I always did each other; we'd get a little drunk, fool around kissing and stroking, head for the bedroom, strip what was left of our clothing and then sixty nine each other. Sometimes we went all the way, sometimes just enough to get us fully in the mood. Then we'd flip a coin for who went first. Lubed up, I'd fuck him on his hands and knees. One of the reasons he was still a fuck buddy was that he loved my cock; it was (in my experience) bigger than average -- not huge but just big enough to be big and if I was in the mood could be used to great effect. After I'd recovered, Ralph would stand me up and do me against a wall, or stood by the bed or over a table, he was a bit taller than me, and it was great for mind as well as body. So with this in mind I'd pulled myself off and my cock was just the right side of deflated while still being post erect. "There," I said. I pulled my towel away and displayed my cock knowing that she'd find little to criticise about it, "happy now? Or is it too big, or too small, or too fat or too thin?" She stared, shocked for just enough time to realise that I'd noticed. I flounced out of the bathroom, dried and dressed. Sandra had made herself scarce. I stopped outside her bedroom door and heard some noise I took to be crying. I'm a nurse OK? It's a caring profession and I can't switch it off. "Sandra," I said with a light tap on her door, "Sandra, are you OK." I heard a slightly muffled 'fuck off' in a voice that showed some form of emotion. I worked my shift, seven and a half hours in accident and emergency, which was quiet. It was a weekday and was a couple of morning rush hour RTA's, a heart attack and a girl that had burned her head with her hair straighteners. At lunch I texted Ralph and asked him what he was doing that evening; his response was, I pleased to say, 'you'. I'd taken my jeans, shoes and a shirt with me, and showered at the hospital, leaving to meet him at a little after five in the coffee house along from the private practice he worked in. Ralph was a doctor and had been an officer in the Navy. Our activities were totally driven by the need for secrecy while we were still in the service, and always based around weekends away in hotels or guest houses with separate rooms. He was my first and took my virginity quite wonderfully. He was the first man to blow me and swallow my come, and his was the first when I reciprocated. We left the service within days of each other. I had his number and a promise he'd call me. Once out, we took a three week holiday in Spain, and it was our first indication that the only place we got on was in bed and for no more than three days. We didn't move in or move up, we remained good friends and fuck buddies, to this day in fact. We headed up town to one of our favourite restaurants, ate well drank well and grabbed a taxi back to my place. I wanted Bitch Sandra to see this fantastically hot bloke her Poof brother was fucking. When we got to my place it was to find that Sandra was still there. She'd had a Chinese takeaway and was on her second bottle of wine. I picked it up and looked at the label, it was an expensive one. "Go easy Sandra," I said, noticing it was her second bottle. "I'd have bought you some more," she said, "but I didn't have a key to get back in if I'd gone out to buy you some replacements." "OK," I said. I had forgotten this when I'd left for work that morning and showing Ralph through, I took a spare key from the drawer and handed it to her. "Oh, I've got to go out have I?" "Only if you want too!" I said. Ralph looked at me with a hidden smile. I'd been telling him about her all evening and what a pain in the arse she was. Right now, the only real thing on our minds was getting into bed. I took a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and said my goodnights to her. Ralph and I retreated to my room and I locked the door from the inside, telling him why and how to unlock it. It was good that we did because as we lay there both gently sucking on the penis of the other, Ralph stopped (still gently wanking me though) and looked down between his legs at me and nodded at the door. It was obvious my sister was trying to the door handle for whatever reason she had in her nasty mind. Ralph won the toss of the coin this time and chose to go first. It wasn't until we were well into our first fuck that I could hear some scratching noise from the party wall with the room Sandra was sleeping in, or not as it would appear. I could hear a strange noise coming from the wall so near my head that was bending almost to touch it. Eventually I could make out that it was the sound of her and the glass she must have had pressed against the wall and her gasps which seemed to mirror my own. Once Ralph had finished I called him to the wall and indicated he should put his head to the wall as I was. I started to moan and call his name, a similar sound although barely audible could be detected from the next room. He joined in and we worked towards a fictitious crescendo every bit as good as what we'd had or were expecting. The more noise we made the louder her responses became and it was evident that she had reached some kind of crisis. I think she came. Then it was my turn, and I got to make love to Ralph, it was great and the cries were for real. Five O'clock next morning there was no repeat of the morning before I could see through the crack in the door, my sister collapsed across the bed in a heap with no trousers or panties and her top which indicated some disarray among her bra and breasts. The large tumbler, which she must have got from the cupboard lay by her face. She was out when I got back from work the next day and I checked her room, there was still that faint odour of pussy that I could still remember from my initial fumblings at college and when I first joined the Navy. She really must have gone for it that night, mind you, we had. That evening she came home in her suit, and had evidently been out and about getting her life back in order. No, she hadn't been to visit Mum but would do tomorrow. I noticed she'd bought a wine box and that it was on the kitchen work top. I took a glass, it was a nice one. Sandra I noticed was working her way through glasses of the stuff. When nine o'clock film started she made some comment about the lead actor and did I want to stick my cock up his bum, giggling. "No," I said, "thanks for offering though." She stood up with her empty glass and headed for the kitchen slightly unsteadily. On her return she stopped by my seat and wriggled her still pert arse towards my face. "I never offered you my bum, bum boy," she giggled. "Do you like lady bums as well as boy bums Poof?" "Fuck of Sandra," I said, ignoring her. This seemed only to make her worse and next thing, her trousered buttocks were touching my cheek. "It's a bum, bum boy, wassamatter don't do women's bums only pretty boy bums!" "Sandra, FUCK... OFF..." I said, there was no way I was going to walk away. "Bum boy..." she sang wobbling to the sofa she'd been laying across, After fifteen minutes I saw the still half full glass slip from her hand and drop on the carpet. I called to her but it was evident she was unconscious. I picked up the glass, used her discarded jacket to mop the wine from the carpet and put them both on the floor so in the morning she'd see. I watched the end of the film through her rasped breathing. I wasn't working the next morning having three days off from a long week of earlies and nights before that. So went and used the bathroom cleaning my teeth, put the last of my work clothes in the laundry basket and in just a dressing gown started to switch off the lights and decided I had better check on Sandra before heading for my bed. Taking a blanket from the armchair I went into nurse mode and turned so that if she was sick she wouldn't choke on it -- the vomit would go on the carpet so I lay her jacket to catch any she might produce. I put the back of my hand on her forehead and checked her slight temperature and she moved her head a bit. I moved it back in the classic recovery position mode and her mouth opened. For that moment it looked exactly the same as Ralph's had when I saw it descend on to my penis the evening before. I was kneeling on the floor by her head in just a towelling dressing gown anyway? If I needed any more convincing my prick made the decision for me and rose through the gap in the gown pointing directly at her face. I pushed forward and the crown touched her lips, a twist of the hips and the head was in her lifeless unconscious mouth. Now in Accident and Emergency, I'd seen many people as pissed as her and pretty much knew I'd get away with whatever I wanted to do. I was angry; ten years older than me, Sandra had been a distant, bullying negative influence on my life as long as I could remember. Nothing I did was ever any good, I had a 'nothing job' (saving lives she neglected to mention), only ineffectual push over cowards joined the services because they were too scared to make important life decisions themselves, and she had even melodramatically told me that she wasn't sure she even wanted to have anything to do with me when I announced that I was gay. "Oh bloody hell, William" she snorted through her nose, "something else to get you in the limelight, you will go to ANY attempt just to get the attention won't you." "What and steal it all away from you Sandy?" said my younger sister Caroline. Right now, all of that annoyance was looking for a way out and it had gone straight to my cock. Whether it was to do with hearing her wanking to Ralph and I making love the night before or what I don't know but I pushed my erection into her mouth and fucked it a few times. It was a bit dry but not all that bad. I had an idea. I went and got the spare bowl from the cleaning cupboard and put it by her head. With my glass of water I'd been planning to take to bed with my I wet the tip of penis and pushed it back into her mouth, holding her head gently. Every now and again, I drip more water to give me more pleasure. I started to get into what I was doing, I knew it was wrong but revenge so often is. The Bitch Sister Ch. 01 It was a wonderful feeling, any man that doesn't like blow jobs, straight or gay, is a fucking liar and I was almost there, BUT it just wasn't enough so I pulled my wet cock out of her mouth and pumped it the last few strokes necessary and started to come, quickly moving the tip into her mouth so my first jets pumped into her open mouth. One of them must have been quite powerful as it caused her to catch her breath and gag slightly, my cue as I finished my revenge come by pushing my cock as back into the entrance of her throat as I could, while pinching her jaw so she couldn't bite down. I wanked a few times to finish and pulled my cock, wet from her mouth and my come, away from her just as her gag reflex caught up and her body fought to be free of the alcohol she'd drank so much of. The bowl was in the right place, and she vomited straight into it. She started to come round and I turned back into angry brother. "Oh fucking hell, Sandra for Christ's sake!" She barked another burst of vomit into the bowl and, I expected, a few cc's of my semen. She got her breath back, looked blearily up at me as if not sure where she was, and held her head. "Oh fuck," she groaned and tried to sit up. The nurse took over and I helped her get level, leaving to get her a glass of water, and encouraging her to rinse her mouth out. I was no stranger to vomit and took the bowl away to pour it down the toilet, rinse and then take it back to her. As I helped her through to the spare room, I grinned to myself. She could call me all the names under the sun but I'd come in her mouth! OK, I could never admit to it without going to prison but it was a thought that would keep me warm, and cool for that matter, whenever she started on at me. Still in nurse mode, I laid her on the bed and unbuttoned her trousers, sliding them off. Next was the blouse leaving her in bra and high cut knickers. For someone past fifty she was still in good shape and even as a gay man I appreciated her curves that must have taken some discipline to maintain. I reached under her to her bra and with more skill than a gay guy should, unclipped her bra with one finger thumb motion. As I made to pull it off, she protested feebly laying a hand across the cups, so I grabbed the thin duvet and laid it across her. "I'm a nurse Sandra," I said, "I've seen lots of them." Reaching under the duvet and under her hips I found the back of her panties and pulled them down to her feet leaving naked under the covers, telling her I wanted her to lie in the three quarter prone, recovery position just in case she was sick again. In rolling over I did catch a glimpse of the bottom that had been pushed in my face early that evening. It was OK, nicely curvy BUT attached to a Bitch! She came round with a enough of a hangover to know about it. She remember bits of the event but only from the point of her being sick. She apologised, well as near to an apology I'm ever likely to get, but it was there if you dug hard enough. I told her that I'd got ready for bed and was trying to get her up and she threw up into the bowl I'd brought with me. "Did you undress me?" she asked more in embarrassment than anything else. "Yes," I said, "but as I said at the time, I nurse, you don't have anything I haven't seen before." "Congratulations by the way," she said sipping her coffee. "On what?" "On what I saw when you got out of the shower the other morning, it's a very nice one." "Seen that many have you?" I said. "Not that many, but it's the biggest," she gripped her mug and sipped again. "What did you think of what I have?" "Very nice," I said. She did have very nice full tits, "if you like that sort of thing." She grinned, first time that morning. We went and saw Mum. There was a great amount of fuss and Mum was over the moon. I left Sandra with her while I walked to the local shop and got some sandwiches, biscuits and cakes so we could have a little tea party. When I got back Mum told me that I'd never guess who had turned up but Sandra! "Yes Mum," I said, "Isn't it nice..." We stayed late, and nothing much happened that night. On the Saturday night I was going out with my shift on a leaving party, nothing much to carried away about, after all I was back on nights from Midnight the next day. When I got back it was to find that Sandra had got another takeaway, Indian this time and the whole place stank of it. She'd done for the rest of the wine plus the top off of a bottle of Amaretto. Curries smell nice, but not when they are someone else's and when they have been left across the kitchen and have started to leech into the hardwood worktops. She was pissed, and I was cross. "Whassup bum boy," she giggled as I sat on the kitchen chair, "am I making your perfect gay kitchen all dirty am I? Well wifey you should fucking clean it up like your boyfriends Bitch shouldn't you -- BUM BOY!" She turned and pointed her bottom and me and wriggled against my shoulder, "Bum boy!" she called out, "Whatcha gonna do bum boy!" Her jeans has started to slip down a bit and I saw the crack of her arse and the tops of her panties. That was it. I grabbed her by the waist band of her jeans front and back and pulled them down and it brought her blue panties down with it, the belt catching mid-thigh pinning her legs together. Of balance, I threw her across my lap, holding her down with my left arm I raised my right and brought it down over her arse; left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, leaving flaming red hand prints on her bottom. "Don't you dare!" she screamed, as I vented my fury on her slowly reddening arse, she was supporting herself with her left hand and trying to fight me off with her right. I grabbed with my left and pinned it across her back holding her even more firmly. She was stuck across my lap and I was going to let her know all about it. Forty years of being fucked around, abused and insulted all coming out now, and going into the soft padding of her arse. "Owwwww Bill, nooooooo," this time it was more of a growl, each word weakening as I drove my anger into her cheeks of her arse. "You should have had this done to you years ago," I snapped as she started a gentle weeping, "Dad let you get away with murder because you were such a stroppy Bitch, NOT ME!" SMACK! "OoOoOoh!" she warbled, at each smack, I realised I was starting to weaken and figured that I'd better maintain some energy just in case she decided she was going to attack me afterwards. "Right," I said, still keeping her pinned, "you live in my house you treat it with some respect, you think I'm going to let you strut around and insult me and call me names you can sleep in the fucking park for all I care. GET IT!" She said Nothing, I raised my hand a final time and smack a blow so fiercely that it made my hand sting, "I SAID DO YOU GET IT?!" "Yes Bill," she spluttered out through tears, "I get it I'm really sorry, honestly." I raised her to her feet, "Right, clear up your mess in my kitchen!" "Yes Bill, sorry Bill," she undid her belt and let her trousers and knickers fall to the floor. I expect putting anything to her sore arse would have been painful. She stepped out of them and then proceeded to waddle around the kitchen putting empty packaging into a rubbish bag, grabbing a wet cloth and scrubbing at the red marks on the work surfaces, all the time the red marks on her bottom standing out and flinching every now and again. She made to walk away, "What about this?" I pointed at the rubbish bag, "if you don't put this in the rubbish, you'll stink my house out." "Sorry Bill," she said and walked across to where her trousers were. As she bent to pick them up I put my foot on them and looked down at her face, shaking my head. She snatched the bag from the table, and walked with her head held high to the front door, she briskly stepped outside, walked down the steps and through to the back garden were the large council wheelie bins were kept. If I'd been quicker of the mark, I'd have shut the door on her. She came back into the living room with her hands idly held in front of her pussy which I hadn't seen before. "Wine glass," I said. She leant forward to get it from the table finally exposing her shaved pussy, bald but for a short landing strip. "Anything else oh master?" she said with some of her old fire coming back. "Yes," I said, "go... go to bed before I lose my temper again." She turned and walked away. I completed the tidying up, properly this time (come on, I'm a gay man FFS) and then made for my own bed. I locked my door again, just in case she decided she was going to come in and strangle me in the night. As I lay in bed I put my ear to the wall and listened this time. I could hear more gasps -- not gasps of tears, but other gasps, breathy paced gasps that suggested to me that she was wanking, her long low warbling cry confirming my hypothesis when she came. It was only when I felt my iron hard cock that I realised that I was soon to join her. The next morning, I noticed that one of the small cushions from the sofa was on the kitchen chair she sat at to eat her breakfast, the same kitchen chair that I'd spanked her troublesome arse on the day before. She was quiet, but still favoured me with a smile. "You OK?" I said. "I've got a sore arse," she said, "but other than that fine." "Well my hand stings a bit now you come to mention it." "I expect you'll live," she said. She sipped her tea, "what do the boys that you do that to normally do afterwards," she looked just the tiniest bit embarrassed again, "after you spank 'them'." "First time ever," I said, "Never spanked anyone in my life, you were my first and I trust my last -- on the understanding that you behave of course." She seemed to have almost a new look for me, a kind of veiled respect, "I thought..." she said, and shook her head, "you just seemed to know what to do and... and to like... stick it to me." "Oh, you've had it coming," I said, "trust me." Then I thought, 'had it coming'; "and after all, you didn't seem to mind." "Didn't mind," she said almost dropping her mug, "you grabbed me and started..." "The bedroom walls are really thin Sandra," I said, "and I have good hearing, I don't have to put a glass on the wall to know when someone is recovering from their smacked arse in a special way." I took a mouthful of breakfast cereal and smiled, at her. "You got me," she said, not making eye contact, "the HRT is playing havoc with my unconscious; and it seemed like a good idea at the time." "Want me to do it again?" I said raising my right hand palm flat towards her. "No thanks," she said. "Aww, you're only saying that; by saying no you mean..." "Fuck off Bill," she grinned. "Bitch..." "Poof..." Life seemed to be OK for the next few weeks at least. I was normally leaving the house mid-evening to begin my night shift, and as promised she stayed off of the wine, and more often than not we ate together. I could see that she was beginning to slip back into her bad ways again. Then, low and behold on my first evening off, she did for a six pack of strong lager watching 'Pirates of the Caribbean'. This time I was on the sofa, and she in the armchair. "So Bill," she said slightly pissed, "do you fancy Captain Jack or Will Turner eeh? Which one?" I kept my views to myself and it made her worse, "come on William... there; must be Will then mustn't it, Orlando himself, Legolas. You fancy spearing him on your long, thick..." "Once more Sandra, I swear, I'll put you over my knee." "Aah but this time, I'm more sober and you'd have to catch me." "Is that a challenge Sandra?" "Might be," she giggled taking a slurp out of her lager bottle, "bum boy like you couldn't catch..." I stepped towards her and she caught her leg against a small coffee table and stumbled; we started a short wrestling match on the sofa. I was there trying to pin her down and smack her arse while she wanted solely to stop me. I was sober and stronger and pretty soon, her skirt was over her hips and I was dragging her knickers down. She wasn't letting me this time though and I struggled to get a good blow on her buttocks. "Wassap bum boy, can't beat a 52 year old woman, cor," she said, "Poofs of today." While she was busy shaking her head I had a thought, and licked my long middle finger, I'd need to be quick. The wrestling had pretty much come to a draw, "So what's like to stick your cock up a tight arsehole Bill," she said, "is it hot and warm, how much grease do you bum boys have to use... Oooooooooooooh Chriiiiiiiiiist..." While she prevaricated I'd quickly slipped my hand under her flailing arm, grabbed her buttocks but rather than raise and slap, my middle finger pulled back and into position and pushed against the tight ring of her anus. Initially the finger was just in, but I started a slow massage around the inside of her anus, a gentle pumping motion in and out, in and out. "There Sandra," I said, "It's a little bit like that, I withdrew it almost all the way out, tickling at the little nerve endings and pulling down and stretching her a bit, but not too much. She had stopped fighting me, so I carried on. "What you have to bear in mind," I said, "it's not a skinny little finger like mine that flickers around and tickles you and pushes down at inconvenient times," I pushed my finger into the front of her bowel where I knew that the her cervix would be close by on the other side of all the pipework, and she groaned, "It's some big hairy fella stood behind you hanging on to your hips," I used my left hand to indicate this, "and pulling you backwards and forwards over his cock, using you for his pleasure, hard," I pushed in, "deep," I pushed my finger in again as far up to the knuckle as I could go, "on and on and on," I finger fucked her arse in time to my description and she I could feel that her arm had snuck under her and was playing with her pussy and clit -- I stopped and withdrew my finger, "not that you'd be interested in what a bunch of bum boys get up to of course." I wiped it across her bare buttock a couple of times, and figured what the hey, wrapped my left arm across her trunk pinned both arms to her sides, and started to spank her again. This time I could feel the fumbling of her right hand not fighting me but fighting to bring herself off as I smacked her arse for her. She started to cry again but this time interspersed with gasping groans I could feel from the tautness of her body that she was getting close. Sensing she was almost there, I stopped my spanking of her instead pushing my finger into her wet pussy. "Oh Bill," she gasped. "Sorry Sandra, I don't do pussies," with that I pulled my sopping finger out of her puss and slipped it with little ceremony into her arse and began pumping it in and out. "Aaaaaah, Aaaaahah, unnnnnggghhnnnnnn! Aaaaaaaaaaah!" she let out a screech as her orgasm took her finally. Here I was, a forty two year old gay nurse, happy, healthy, comfortably off, but obviously not that wise as I'd just spanked and finger fucked my fifty two year old sister to climax. What the fuck. She lay across me, panting. Neither of us wanted to move, neither one of us wanted to make the eye contact that mean we both knew what we had done, or what I had done to her. Sandra broke the silence, "So are you going to fuck me or what?" she said, her arms resting down on the floor. "Sandra, I'm gay," I said, "you're my sister and..." "So you being gay and my brother means you can strip and spank and finger your sister until she comes but not that you can put your cock in her cunt and fuck her afterwards. I can feel that you're hard." She flexed her upper arm and I felt it touch my erection. "Sandra, this is too complicated, you're drunk, I'm angry and I took advantage, I'm sorry I did that to you. I don't know why I did but..." "But you did." "I'm sorry," "So am I," she said and pushed herself off of my leg to stand straight. Her panties fell to the floor and she bent to pick them. I had the closest view of her pussy ever pinched between her thighs and her anus, still the tiniest bit pink from my attentions. Taking her panties she walked from the room returning a few moments later. She put her panties on the sofa and stepped into the middle of the room. She undid the button on her skirt, pulled of the buttoned blouse over her head and clipped her bra. I sat and watched my sister strip off until she was naked, then she knelt before me. "Here I am Bill," she said, "Naked and hornier than I've been in twenty years; you have an erection and I have a pussy, I'll even let you get your hard, naked, hairy body behind me and do me on my hands and knees, using me for your own pleasure." As she made this speech she was brushing along my thigh occasionally rubbing across my balls and the base of my cock. I must confess I had never felt more like fucking a woman since I was in the Navy. "I'll blow you first Bill," she said, "I'll suck your cock for you like your bum boys do, how's that. I'll get you so hard you'll be able to drive nails in with the bastard." She said. "Come on, Bill, I won't tell anyone honestly, I won't tell your gay friends that you fucked a hot older woman, I won't say you fucked your sister really I won't." She stood and walked across to switch of the main light leaving the room lit only by the silent TV and a small table lamp. She padded back to where I was sat and knelt before me again. She fumbled with her wrist and pulled off a hair band, and reaching behind her she tied her short hair pulling it back from her face. She folded her arms across her tits, in an attempt to squash them, "There Bill," she said dropping her voice, "If I was to turn around like this..." she stood and knelt on the sofa resting her elbows on the high back, "and then clamped my thighs together like this, in this light who'd know what you were doing or to whom." She closed her eyes, "you could use my vagina in any way you liked, it's only a fleshy hole Bill," she sighed, resting her shoulders down on the sofa. Her bottom did look extremely tempting, and apart from the added curve it was hard to tell. I stood, still unsure but undid my shirt buttons anyway, and looking back over her shoulder she noticed, "Let me Bill, let me be your boy Bitch," she stood up and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall from my shoulders, then she knelt down undoing my belt and pulled down my trousers and boxers in one movement. She left them at my ankles centring her attentions on my rigid cock that sprang out before her. For the second time in my life, I eased my penis into my sister's mouth and started a gentle motion in and out. I took hold of her head and thought about coming in her mouth for a second time. As I pushed faster and harder I began to think about erupting into her hot mouth and telling her about it at the same time. She didn't quite have the skill that many of my previous oral partners but she tried. She pulled off of me and stood, stepping daintily to kneel on the sofa her thighs tightly together, and her head bowed. "Here," she said handing me the famous blue and white box marked KY, "horny I may be but I went through the change a few years back; you might need this as the HRT is good but not THAT good. It's yours anyway. I can't get pregnant... do you err... do you need a condom?" "No," I said, "I absolutely know that I'm free from infection, my good friend Ralph and I checked ourselves about a year ago and neither of us has slept with anyone else since. I have one if you want though." "Nah," she said, "I trust you and your bum boy doctor friend," "Bum boy?" I said, "you are soooooooooooo going to regret that smartarse comment." The Bitch Sister Ch. 01 "Really bum boy?" "Oh yeah Bitch," I said squirting a mess of lubricant over my hard cock. I stepped up behind her and pulled her by her hips so she was level with my cock. I could see from her expectant face she was holding her breath. I decided to give her something to hold her breath about and levelled my penis at her pinched anus. "Oi Bitch," I said. "What bum boy?" "I told you, I don't do vaginas." Saying that I gently leaned against puckered hole and felt her pop open as I slipped in. "Aaaaaaah," she cried out as I entered her, pulling her hard back onto me, but not to my full depth of course, she was quite new to this kind of thing. He head was arched back and I could see the expression on her face of concentration. Her pursed lips, clenched fist, wide eyes, I gathered that she was getting in to what I was doing to her. "Is this what you expected my Darling sister? You've got your brothers fat cock up your arse hole like you've wanted for weeks isn't it," I said forcing my way all the way in to her now she'd had a few moments to get used to me, slapping my thighs against her buttocks giving one of them a sharp smack with my hand to add to the fun, "isn't it!?!" "Yes!" she cried out, "yes, it so is, Oh God, Bill fuck me," she started to rock backwards and forwards, so I had to smack her arse for her again and pin her steady while I fucked her. "I'm not fucking 'you' Darling sister, I'm fucking the arse in front of me. That fact that it's attached to your body is reasonably academic as far as I'm concerned." "Just promise me you'll keep fucking it Bill, please," he begged, her head bent back as far as it would go. "Oh I certainly will that; you arse Sandra, as a great man once said, is mine." "Yes," she said as I reached forward to take hold of her tiny ponytail, "all yours Bill," I noticed that her right arm had sneaked under her body and must have been at her clitoris. I reached around and grabbed her arm pulling it behind her back. "Pleeeeeease Bill, I need to come, please, I'm so horny." "I'm so horny, I'm so horny," I mocked, "If you want to COME," I pushed hard into her almost pushing her face into the back of the sofa, "Fucking COME!" I went mad. Like a man possessed I fucked my Bitch sister's arse smacking into her backside with a fury I couldn't remember with any other lover. "OH Jesus," she cried out, "Oh Bill... fuck! Jesus fucking Christ! Fuck me Bill, fuck me, fuck MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Her final cry had me pulling her back onto my cock while I emptied myself into her enjoying a last few strokes while the tremors passed. Sandra was doing likewise, and I released her hand so she could strum her clit through her crisis. I left my cock in her bottom, while she got her breath back. She squeezed me a few times but I was just hard enough to stay in. Eventually, I gently pulled out and Sandra giggled. "That is a weird feeling," she said, "it's almost like I was... passing you." "It's something you get used to," I said, "After the first dozen or so times, you'll hardly even notice." "What?" she said as if the concept was all together new, "I'm not saying I didn't like it," she stood slightly unsteadily. I grabbed her and bent her forward, "Hands on your knees," I said, "there's something I want to watch." I sat back on my sofa to catch my breath, Sandra peaked around her legs, then transferred her hands from her knees to her buttocks and spread them, her arsehole was bigger than before of course. I bottom flexed and she clenched her teeth a few times. After a few moments I saw my come appear at her red stretched anus and commence a slow trickle. "Oh fuck, that is so sexy," she said closing her eyes as it ran across her fleshy pussy lips, and she gave a slight tremble. The thing that really surprised me was when, as my come began a long slow slide down the back of her thigh, she reached out an index finger and scooped it up, turning to me and putting it in her mouth. "Seeing as you like your come in my mouth so much Bill..." "You..." She smacked her lips and swallowed noisily. "Yeah, if you hadn't made me gag, I was quite ready to finish you off. I was pissed, but not that pissed. You coming in my mouth has been my wank fantasy every night, except when you spanked me of course, that kind of took care of itself. This HRT is fucking murder I tell you." We both went to the bathroom, washed what we had to and made for our own beds as if nothing had happened! I got the feeling that however weird it had been, somehow this wasn't going to be the end... The Bitch Sister Ch. 02 Two nights later there was a repeat performance; I was returning home after a four to midnight shift and when I got to my bed she was already kneeling on it naked as a jaybird; her pussy and anus both shiny with my lubricant. "You promised me you would Bill," she said her large breasts swinging beneath her, "Come on, or do I have to make you angry first... bum boy..." Now don't ask me why, I don't know. If it had been another 52 year old lady looking as good as my sister I probably would have sat down with her, covered her with the duvet, made two cups of tea and laid on the bed and talked about our feelings. But their it was, an arse so well lubed I could almost feel myself in it. Fuck, I was thinking of having a wank anyway -- this was just extreme wanking. I knelt on the bed behind her. "Oh alright," I said, "Seeing as I was going to masturbate anyway, I might as well use you to do it," and she wriggled her bottom at me and slid her knees closer together, "spread your knees out," I said, "it'll make your bottom looser and will it'll be easier for you." "Oh no!" she exclaimed graciously, "You have me how it's best for you Bill," she said, "you keep pushing in until you're happy with the result in whichever hole you want." My cock was rock hard again; I had been thinking that I would struggle to get it up to fuck this woman, my sister but nothing of the sort. I got my prick in my hand and pushed in. She was relaxed and my second entrance to my sisters anus was easy and pleasurable. "Will I be allowed to play with my clit this time Bill," she said. "Well if I'm wanking only fair you do too." Her shoulder slipped just fractionally as she slid her arm under her to play. I could hear the squishy noise through the squelch of lubricant as I started to power my cock in and out of her. After a few minutes of our fucking, I could tell that she was on her way, so I increased the speed of my fucking so she might come. She did, falling forward slightly in her passion and totally putting me off my stroke. With my hesitation she fell flat on the bed, and I waet with her, my cock still trapped in her arse. I carried on fucking her, getting used to the feel of my body in full contact with hers -- not something that I was used to when I was in control. I'd fucked and been fucked face to face and while it was different, the mechanics of it were a bit too much of a pain and I eventually ended up hands and knees again. But this was nicely different, the softness of my sister below me, the body warmth that I rarely felt when making love; different. So I carried on fucking, resting on my elbows and powering hard into Sandra's body, which had nowhere to go to. "Oh shit, Bill," she cried, "Oh Darling, that's good, fuck..." she gasped, "I'm... oh shit... please Bill, Darling keep..." I cried out in orgasm the same time that she did and I pumped my come into her arse, resting my weight on her. Her cheek touched mine, and my eldest sister and I kissed for the first time in years, but never did we use tongues before. "Wow Bill, that was wonderful," she said, "best wank I've ever had - Poof." I rolled to one side, and slapped her arse. "I might use your mouth next time, seeing as it's so big-- Bitch." "Promises promises," she said rolling to one side and heading for the bathroom. I realised that I'd not so much as shared a coffee with Ralph in the last month, and felt slightly guilty. Mind you, he hadn't phoned me either, so I texted him, just in case he was 'busy'. We met the following lunchtime at Coffee Republic and he asked me how life was with my Bitchy sister. "Weeeeeell," I said, "She's still a pain in the arse but she's mellowed a bit." "Are you fucking her yet?" he said. "Wh... what?" I tried to sound like the idea was totally abhorrent to me. "Are you fucking her yet?" he said. "When I came round that night, she gave me 'the look'." He sipped his expresso, "you know, the lioness defending the turf look; but it wasn't the 'get away from my brother/son/nephew you pervert' look -- it was more of a 'he's mine' and it wasn't at all parental." "Yes," I said, sipping my hazelnut latte, "you're are, of course, right in your assumptions. She says it's the HRT that's making want to fuck everything bar the coffee table." "Has been known Bill," he grinned, "so have you?" "Walk with me and I'll tell you a story," I said and we finished our coffees and walked through the summer sunshine. By the time I'd finished telling my tale we were almost back at the car. "Christ," he said with a huge grin on his face, "good job you smacked her arse when you did, I think the mad Bitch may have thrown you down and fucked you if you hadn't." He looked around, "and to be honest I don't blame her." His look let me know that he wanted me, and I wanted him. "I'll come round," I said. "I'm night duty surgeon," he said disappointed, "off tomorrow though." "I'm on rest day, I'll..." a thought struck me, "no; change of plan, you come round to my place, there's something I'd think you should try - at least once." He grinned, "Should I bring anything?" "Wine, a sense of humour, thick skin, and handcuffs, a leather whip, face mask and spanking paddle; any sex toy you've ever fancied trying because I reckon with this is going to be one night you'd get away with it." I grinned at him, "and not with me." We parted with a smile and he left to go home for a shower, a few hours sleep and a night of well-paid sleeping baring the two night rounds he had to do, unless one of his customers woke up and needed operating on in the middle of the night. He would get my weekly wage for that medical sleepover; I realised I should have worked harder in school. That evening I was lying on my recliner armchair watching one of the American police dramas I like so much when there was a clatter at my letter box. I went out to see what it was. I never publicised the fact that I was gay to my neighbours as several of my friends had been victims of homophobic abuse and it was with some trepidation that I walked to the hall. On the mat as a large padded envelope and I approached with caution. When I saw Ralph's appallingly spidery doctors handwriting I smiled and picked it up. In doing so I realised what it was just from the shape, and it was a big one. Sandra woke from a wine induced doze in the sofa. "What's that, this time of night?" she grumbled. "It's a present from one of my friends," I said. "Really?" she said, "you bum boys do deliveries at ten o'clock at night do you?" "Only when it's important... Bitch." "Eeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww, get the bum boy nurse getting all tough just because he's fucked my arse a few times and given me a good spanking!" "Actually Sandra dear, it's a present for you from one of my bum boy mates." "Really," she said rolling onto her front, "what is it pray? Make up remover? Curtain material? Fashion advice perhaps?" I stood, again I would need to be quick. I tore the top off of the envelope and reached in. I pulled out a large black rubber butt plug. Still in in the plastic bag. There was even a small sachet of lube in with it. She looked at me, and I looked at her. Fortunately I hadn't drunk the wine that she had. She made to rise, and I dropped, getting my torso across her waist. Many times in A and E even back in Camp Bastion, I'd had to use my body weight to restrain a writhing patient and still have at least one hand free. Tonight Sandra had made it easy for me wearing just a T-shirt nightdress and a towelling gown. I dragged up both of them to find her naked bottom level with my face. I tore off the top of the lube with my teeth, getting the faintest taste of strawberry (bless you Ralph) and with my thumb pushed the whole thing into Sandra's arse, packet and all. "GET... OFF... ME!" she groaned but such was my speed her arms were held under her and out of use. With my thumb still up her arse, I pushed down on the sachet noticing the lube around my thumb. Using two very ungracious fingers I felt around her bottom for the empty sachet and pulled in out and wiped whatever was left around the thin point of the plug. I took a fresh grip around her waist, raised her slightly and started to push the plug in. She was craning to see what was going on but my body blocked her view. "What's... what are you doing!" she screeched, not fighting anywhere near what she was capable of. "Filling your arsehole so I can get some blood peace tonight," I said. "Nooooooooo!" she whined, "aaah, shit it's too big," she said as her strong anal muscle closed around the dip, I turned the plug so the retaining end rested between the cheeks of her arse. "There, all done." If you take it out I'll spank you so hard, you'll not be able to sit down for a week." I stood up and viewed my handiwork. I guessed that the second she was in her room she'd take it out, but right now, she seemed impressed and stood up. She turned to the fireplace, and looked at her bottom in the mirror, running a hand across her smooth buttocks and lightly touching the strip on the plug, "Oooh it's got an end on it, stop it going all the way in, feels sexy!" I became the gay man again and picked up the envelope to throw it in the recycling, then saw the hand written note on the back, it read, "so you can make good on your threat with the Bitch; R xxx." I grabbed the belt of her gown, and undid it, she shrugging her shoulders making it fall to the floor. Then I grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and raised it over her head; again she made it easier by raising her arms. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. Before she'd reached the floor, she was already pulling at my tracksuit trousers and my boxers freeing my penis. "Like I said the other evening, this time I intend to wank using your mouth." She grinned and opened her mouth feeding the knob in, and sucking. I took her head and moved her backwards and forwards along my cock getting a nice fucking motion. She began to groan, and felt the vibration on my penis. She took a breath and pulled away, seeing as you have my arse filled, you can wank using my pussy Bill." "Stop talking, if you have to use your mouth then suck this." I put my cock back in her mouth again and started fucking it again. She started to get adventurous and used her tongue on the knob and my opening. It was OK and I felt the sap starting to rise. "Can I play with myself Bill? Please," she said. I pushed her face away from my cock, and pulled her up. Slipping off my trousers and T-shirt I sat on the sofa angrily and she made to kneel between my legs. I instead pulled her across my lap and started to spank her again. "Sorry Bill," she gasped, "I'm sorry, I will be quiet honest, you can wank with my mouth then... Aaaaaah," Every now and again, my hand would catch the plug and push it in. After a good two dozen slaps I made her stand up again, and stood as well. "Now," I said, "wank me with your mouth!" "Yes Bill," she said and put me back in her hot wet mouth. I looked down and she looked back up at me moving her mouth back and forth along my cock. Her tongue pushed up against the underside of my helmet and was just the perfect amount of friction. I told her to speed up and she did so. At the last minute I pulled out, "Open your mouth," I ordered. She did. My orgasm started in my boots and I shot the first bolt into the back of her mouth, and like the best porn star, she held her mouth open and let me come into it. My second shot I wanted on her face and it shot over her head landing on her hair, forehead and across her right eye; the third was across her face and cheeks. Finally I slipped back into her open mouth and she sucked and pumped until I was spent and withdrew. Resting on her knees, she felt for the come splashed on her cheeks and scooped with her fingers putting them all in her mouth. "I need to come," she said, "even if it means you spank me til doomsday, I sooooo have to come." I sat back on the armchair and watched her strum her clitoris so fast that her hand became a blur and she shook twice, crying out a warbling gasp in time with her tremors. "I'll decide tomorrow if you need punishing. I expect that butt plug to stay in all day." "But I'm going to see Mum," she said the light catching on the spots of my semen in her highlighted hair. "And?" "Sorry Bill," she stood, and picked up her nightclothes and headed for her room, a butt plug in her arse and my come on her face and hair. I worked a boring day shift, thinking about the fun night that Ralph and I would have with my bitch sister. She knew nothing of Ralph of course, and I wanted to keep it that way - for the time being at least. I was out a work again all, day and didn't see Sandra to talk to until later that evening. "I suppose you took the plug out today?" I said with an edge to my voice. She turned, raised her mid-thigh length skirt and hauled down the lace shorts she wearing at one side to expose the short black rubber strip between her buttocks. She wrinkled her nose at me, "There, look bum boy," she said, "it's been in there all day." "Well done bitch," I said, "why d'you leave it in there, scared of what I'd do if you took it out?" "Like I'd be ever scared of a bum boy like you," she said, "I will admit it turned me on like fuck and I have spent most of the day wanking and beating off my clit. I only got dressed an hour ago." "Well I'm giving you permission to take it out for a while. Go and take a shower -- just in case I want to wank using your body later." "Oooooooh but you're being so manly tonight, can I expect something different?" She pulled her skirt up at the front to expose her pussy, with a tiny cluster of hair at the front. "It depends on how I want to wank tonight doesn't it?" I said, "anyway, go shower, unless you want another spanking." She wrinkled her nose and walked away. I opened a bottle of wine and sipped a glass as my phone beeped to tell me Ralph was at the door. I let him in, and put a finger to my lips to let him know silence was required. He handed me a second butt plug, same as the other but wider at the neck and as he tiptoed into the living room I slid into the bathroom and swapped the new plug for the old one. Standing outside again, I called through the door. "If you want any chance of getting your pussy wanked into I suggest you come out naked with you plug in!" "To hear is to fucking obey master!" she called back cheekily. The door opened and she came through; Sandra looked shocked for a few moments stood naked a she was. I think the thing that most shocked about was that she walked naked into the living room and we completely ignored her. Sat next to me, all the while Ralph embraced me, he gave her not one look and kissed me. "I suppose the bitch has to be here?" "Yeah," I said, "sorry." I turned to her, "kneel on the floor darling sister," I said, "show my lover Ralph here your arse that I've fucked a couple of times now." Without even breaking step, Sandra walked to the carpet before us and knelt, before Ralph I might add. She leaned forward, dropped her shoulders and raised her arse to him with a slight wiggle. She looked back at him with a smile, then across to me with a look that just screamed, 'jealous much?' "Pussy," said Ralph simply. "Yes I know," I said disdainfully, "but we can have some fun with her though; you know those rubber masturbators shaped like mouths or arseholes or cunts you can buy from the internet?" "Yes," he grinned. "She's like one of those, but warmer." I stopped, "well, physically warmer," I said and giggled, "this bitch would struggle to be warm even if you set fire to her." We both laughed. "I like the sound of that," he said, "it would be like fucking each other, but at the same time!" "Yeah!" "Wow!" he grinned, now playing the game, "so if I get cross with you," he leaned foward to where she was knelt on all fours, "I can take it out on her sorry arse." He smacked his hand down as hard as he could and she gasped and winced. "Absolutely, wanna try?" I said, "I don't like pussies normally but I'm willing to share, we can swap halfway through?" "Great!" he said, "Now you've had the arse already haven't you," he said. "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees," I prevaricated "but I rather do the arse than the pussy." "I don't want the pussy first," he said, "you've used her arse, I haven't." with the last word he smacked her bottom again. I moved across so I could carry out a similar manoeuvre. "I don't do pussies," I said, "especially not hers!" I lashed out with my right hand and caught the other buttock. "I want arse!" said Ralph slapping her again. "So do I!" I said, carrying out the same slap. "I'm a guest," he said, "I -- should -- get -- first -- choice!" He slapped her bottom at each word and I saw her face flinch with each stroke. I paused, then smiled and leaned forward to kiss Ralph, "Oh I'm sorry darling boy," I said, "you have her arse." We kissed for a few moments leaving her out of the game. "I'm still cross though Bill," he said, "I think I should use this," he reached under his folded jacket and brought out a leather covered spanking paddle and Sandra froze. "OK Ralph," I said, "you must do what you think is right." SMACK!! "Christ!" hissed Sandra as a large circular patch appeared on her right cheek. SMACK!! The second blow landed and I thought she was going to stand up and walk away. I rubbed gently at the first mark to try and ease some of the pain away so she didn't. Mind you, chances are I'd probably done a lot worse when I held her down and spanked her in my fury those days before. She took a further five on each cheek before her tears appeared and her body language let us know she'd had enough. "Right," said Ralph levelling his cock to her mouth, "let's get biizzzaaay!!" She opened her mouth and took his cock straight into her mouth moving backwards and forwards on his erection. After a few moments, he looked down. "You're right Bill," he said, "she isn't that good is she. Sod this, I want to get up her arse. Stand up bitch." We were face to face, I crouched slightly so our groins were level. She stared into my face, with an expectant look. I gripped her around the waste with my left arm and pulled her towards me, I could feel the heat of a female body that close and it was a new feeling, her large boobs pressing into my chest. For the first time in over twenty years I lined up my penis and pushed it against the soft folds of a female cunt pre-lubricated by Ralph with the most splendid smelling lube. I slid right in and Sandra gasped in pleasure, putting her arms around me for support. "Oh Bill," she gasped, "fuck..." she stopped herself in time, "sorry, you should make love to Ralph using my body." "Well done Sandra," I said. There was a whack as Ralph struck the leather paddle against her buttocks, and this caused her to push harder against my cock inside her and the wet warmth increased. The feeling was so different from anything I could remember, softer hotter and, of course, actually designed for what we were doing. "You heard the bitch Ralph," I said looking into her face, "come and make love to me." Soon Ralph was naked behind her and grasping her left shoulder with one arm and lining his penis up with her rear hole. He pushed and I saw her face contort as he slid past her sphincter. "Chose just the right size butt plug Bill," said Ralph, "I've stretched her to just the right size, here..." he shoved hard against her all the way in, "see?" She cried out feeling two hard, reasonably large cocks invading her front and back. "I can feel your prick," I said as I slowly started to saw in and out of her pussy. The Bitch Sister Ch. 02 "Yeah!" said Ralph, "How cool is that, it's like rubbing them together." "Oh Ralph," I said, "fuck me!" "Bill," he gasped, "kiss me..." Our lips met face to face over Sandra's shoulder completely ignoring her open mouthed deep breathing as we fucked hard into her. We kissed long and hard, enjoying for the first time the sensation of fucking together and both fucking! It was cool. Between us Sandra was enjoying herself as well. Ralph and I pulled back, and looked grinning into her face between us. "Not bothering you are we, dear sister?" "Nnnn...aaaaah... Fuck... no Bill, I'm... oh God yes, I'm fine Bill, you boys... shit, you boys do whatever you feel LIKE!" she gritted her teeth and shrieked the last syllable as Ralph dropped on his knees a touch to better drive up into her soft, stretched and yielding anus. She fell forward on me slightly putting her arms on my shoulder, and I took a firmer stance which meant that my cock pushed harder into the back of her vagina. She had tears in her eyes, "Please," she cried, "please, boys I beg you please keep going, oh, oh, oh!" she cried out in turn as Ralph and I took turns to push in and pull out. "Aaaaah, please, I'll do anything you want just finish me off like this! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" She came. Fuck didn't she come, dropping her weight on me as I felt my load spill into her cunt. Ralph was doing the same thing pushing up and into her and she wept onto my shoulder. I was bracing myself with our combined weight and Ralph still pushing into her as he came into a woman's arse for the first time in his life. With both of my arms wrapped around Sandra it wasn't hard for her to take my head in both hands and kiss me, full on open mouthed French kiss. I reciprocated, it was nice and probably the second kiss I shared with her since we grew up. Ralph joined in, kissing her face and her cheeks and chin. She turned her head to kiss him back and it was their turn for tongues. Finally, with a smile, Ralph and I kissed in the same way, with Sandra hanging on to me for dear life, our softening pricks still wedged hard into her. I set Sandra straight on her wobbly feet and withdrew from her. Ralph took more convincing, and pushed her forward at her waist and slowly pulled his cock from her arse with a just noticeable lube crackle. He pushed her so she was bent forward again, she put her hands onto her knees and turned her back to us smiling, "I suppose this is the price I have to pay for you making me come so wonderfully." She reached behind her and pulled her buttocks apart, using her thumbs to give extra stretch to her labia already opened by her bending and opening her legs. Ralph and I both sat on the sofa, wasted by the mad ten minutes of fucking. Sandra peeked around and smiled at us both, and I watched again as her facial expression changed while she clenched her PC and anal muscles to force out our liquid gifts to her. She was rewarded by the trickle tickle she felt at her most sensitive part. She scooped with both hands, enjoying the wet white semen, and turning to kneel before us and with closed eyes put each long finger into her mouth to remove what was there. I looked at Ralph and he at me, and we came to the same conclusion. As she made a great play of extending her tongue to lick long fingers she saw that both of us were leaning back into the sofa, and pointing to our softening cocks smiling and nodding our heads. She came towards us on her hands and knees, "Guests first darling sister," I said and she changed her heading to stop between his thighs with her head level with his groin. She put soft hands either side and raised it gently so she could feed the sensitive knob, which had left her anus mere moments before, into her open mouth. She went straight to the bobbing motion she'd done with me a few days back and Ralph lay back and let her get on with it, his elbows over the back of the sofa. "She needs more practice Bill," he said, "you not been working her hard enough?" "Sorry Ralph, she'd only just discovered that it's something she's into," I looked at her face as she mouthed him clean of his come and the black cherry lube he'd brought with him. Once satisfied he was done, she crossed over to between my thighs and began the same process on me. She licked and slurped noisily making a great play of drawing back my foreskin to expose my helmet and lick away the black cherry flavoured remnants of my semen, traces of her own lubricant and whatever it was she sprayed across my groin when she came so explosively. Finally she sat back on her heels and folded her arms raising her large breasts on them. "Why William," said Ralph looking between her thighs, "I do believe I see a morsel of your come peaking between her labia majora," she looked down and reached her pointer finger, "Oh no," said Ralph catching her hand in the air, "allow me." Getting his gist, she lay back on the carpet and opened her thighs. He made great use of his skilled tongue and pretty soon, he had licked up my semen (he knew the taste quite well by now) and at the same time worried away at her clitoris while at the same time used his fingers to play, strum and interfere with everything his medical training had taught him about inside her, and she came again; and again it seemed. While Sandra was being so well taken care of by Ralph, I disappeared to the kitchen and retrieved a second bottle of wine and a third glass. Originally just for Ralph and I but Sandra had done so well this evening, and would continue to as far as I was concerned. Returning from the kitchen I saw that Ralph was now lying on his back and Sandra was between his thighs licking and sucking his stiffening prick back to life; satisfied, she climbed over him and lowered her now clean vagina over him. The bitch! No way was she fucking MY fuck buddy without my permission or me being involved. I quickly grabbed the tube of lube and the paddle and dropped behind her. My jealousy made me lash out at her arse, swinging the paddle to strike her a second blow on the other cheek and she cried out. The twin blows had made her push down hard on Ralph and he was obviously impressed. "Oh shit Bill," he groaned, "do that again..." I did; giving her six on each cheek in rapid succession. "Come on Bill," he said, "let's make another bitch sandwich." "Please, Bill," Sandra groaned leaning her head against Ralph's, "Get the lube and get up me... OOOWWWWH!" she almost screeched as I lashed at her, "get the lube," her voice broke through the pain, "and come here and use me to fuck Ralph..." he pained voice petered out. I poured the lube over my cock, and levelled it against her arse hole, and pushed. It was obvious it had received some attention that evening and I slid straight in, enjoying more familiar feel of anus and back passage. I took hold of her thighs and pulled her back against me feeling the heat of her red bottom against my thighs, it was nice. Pretty soon, Ralph worked out that all he had to do was lay still and let me do the work pulling her backwards and forwards on me, which by raising her upper body some meant that she slid quite effectively along his cock in her pussy. It wasn't perfect though, and every now and again Ralph raised his hips and fucked her as well. Leaning back I could see both our weapons stretching her and again I could feel Ralph's penis rubbing against mine through the thin membrane that separated us. It was very nice and eventually Ralph and I raised our game and stepped up the pace, feeling Sandra between us getting in the action. The final straw was Ralph reaching under her and squeezing her nipples, before craning his neck to reach out and both bite and suck them -- probably the first time he'd done such a thing since he was weaned. She cried out in her orgasm squashing her tits into Ralph's face and twitching slightly, Ralph and I carried on fucking her through it, and this was enough for both of us. We both reached out and held each-others hands as we came into my sister. That was three short months ago. Ralph hasn't moved as such but has his own key and toothbrush. He sleeps with me and we fuck, she sleeps with me and we fuck, he sleeps with her and they fuck, but when shifts allow pretty much most of the time we sleep together and we all fuck. Sandra is an expert blow job artist having had both Ralph and I teach her how. Ralph with his gynaecological expertise has Sandra at a point where he can make her come almost by just looking at her, and she is his devoted servant. We both spank her when we are in the mood and we have that paddle we use on her just to spice it all up. I know she has asked Ralph to marry her and that she'd be his devoted slave for ever; I know because he tied her to the bed and thrashed her arse for her impertinence before fucking her mouth. She told me that she was going to ask him again sometime. She does what's she's told when she's told, keeps house for us, and has still to get the job she spoke of. She'll do something guaranteed to annoy one of both of us, so she gets a proper old school over the knee spanking, but I'm sure she'll get bored with it and fuck off leaving Ralph and I back to our own devices again, but she's shown no sign of that so far. We have all talked of selling the lease and moving out to the countryside. Travelling through London is as much of a pain in the arse as travelling into London let's be honest, and we talk more about it each time. I'd quite like to try fucking her in the countryside one day. In the meantime, she'll do what she's told or she'll get a smacked bottom -- if she asks really nicely we'll use the paddle!