2 comments/ 42359 views/ 8 favorites Still Searching... By: azrael13 Before I share the experience I had a couple years back I want to give you a little background of my family. To start off my parents were always very loving and relatively supportive, but we really had very little in the way of a relationship. My dad was a workaholic and my mom spent nearly every free minute reading every romance novel ever written. Neither one of them were huge influences in my social, mental, or moral development due to the relative non-existence in my life. To put things in perspective, a little, I never got "the birds and the bees" talk. My dad handed me a book outlining the details and left it at that. I have one older sister and two much younger brothers. I think the older of my two brothers was a surprise and mom and dad just figured they might as well have two while they were at it. My sister was just a couple years older than me but we attended different high schools when we would have normally gone to the same place. She went to a local public school that offered more classes in art and such; whereas I went to a local private school where the level of education was a bit higher but not nearly as diverse. This made things pretty interesting because a lot of my friends from school did not even know she existed. I remember one time during my senior year I was hanging out at the mall with my friends when a buddy of mine came out of a department store and asked if I had seen the hot chick working in there. My sister had been working in the men's department at that time as she had taken a year off from college to save up some cash. Fearing the worst I asked, "What did she look like?" He answered enthusiastically, "She was about 5'2" with short brown hair, freckles, and big titties." "Was she working the men's department?" I asked hesitantly. "Yeah, she's the one. She's got a nice round ass on her too," he responded. "That's my sister," I sighed. "What? You don't have a sister," one of the others shot back. "Yes, I do." I followed and reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet to show them her senior picture from two years earlier. From there the questions mounted about how they did not know about her and why I never said anything. I explained that we were completely different and other than our parents had nothing in common. She was artsy and quiet; while I lettered in nearly every sport our school offered. Even though she was cute she never really dated much and I dated almost every weekend. I prided myself on being pretty nice to everyone I encountered, while she was the bitch that only cared about her small circle of friends. Besides I did not want to be known as Angie's little brother. I wanted to be known as the nice guy jock with the rock hard abs. So far that plan had worked pretty well I made every effort to change the subject as quickly as possible and soon we were back about our business of scoping out the ladies and making our way to whatever the big action flick was at the movies that weekend. Somehow that day managed to have a much larger effect on me than I anticipated though. I had never thought of my sister as a "hot chick" before. Prior to that day she had always just been the girl in the room next door that I was much more likely to get in a fight with than anything else. But now I was starting to notice that she actually was pretty attractive. A couple weeks passed after that day and I found myself coming home from a frustrating loss at the baseball diamond. Due to my heightened frustration and temper I argued most of the way home with my dad about who-knows-what. When we got home I charged upstairs to my room and threw my things on the floor. Still steaming I picked up the baseball that had slid from my bag and threw it against the wall. It stuck. Suddenly my anger turned to fear as I realized the damage I had done to the wall and knew there would be repercussions. I quickly stepped over to the wall and began to pry it out with my fingers until I finally pulled it loose to reveal the undeniable mark I had made. My mind raced as I scanned the room for something to fill the hole. A poster I had just picked up at the video store caught my eye. I retrieved it from the corner of my room and began to unroll it realizing that covering the hole would work just as well as repairing it for now. As I tacked the top of the poster up and began to hang it in place I looked at the hole one more time. I could see right into Angie's closet. I took a few seconds to look around and then finished my task of covering the hole. Then I took a few deep breaths and headed to the shower to clean up. By the time I came out of the shower and returned to my room Angie had come home from work. Initially I thought it would be a waste of time to look but decided to check out my new peep hole nonetheless. Before lifting the poster up to take a peek I made sure to turn off the light in my room so none would show through to the other side. Then I pulled up the corner of the poster to reveal the hole and took a look. Much to my surprise it worked better than I could have imagined. Angie was standing next to her bed pulling off the khaki's she had worn to work and threw them in her laundry basket. Then she took a couple steps towards her closet to choose her outfit for her girl's night out. Before she got a chance to shuffle through her hangers her cell phone rang and she retreated to her bed to get it. Over the next several minutes I watched and listened as she talked with her friend Kim about what they were going to do and wear. During that time I was pleased to catch her posing in front of her mirror as she checked out her bikini-clad bottom and removed her top to reveal her large pale-skinned breasts, cupped in a soft blue bra that matched her panties exactly. Unfortunately the fun ended there as she hung up the phone and returned to the closet. Just as I thought I would get the view I was waiting for there was a knock on my door. "Are you 'bout ready? Supper is just about done," my mom hollered. "I'll be down in a minute," I barked back in frustration. I decided to take one last peek before I finished getting dressed, but discovered that during my sister's search for an outfit she had slid a couple dresses over in front of the hole blocking my view. I was pretty confident it was coincidental so I did not worry about it and just put the poster back in its place. Once I felt sure that it was sufficiently hidden I headed down the stairs to dinner. The night's excitement was over. Over the next several weeks curiosity and raging hormones seemed to get the best of me. Every chance I got I found myself peeking through that hole trying to catch a glimpse of my sister in some form of undress. Occasionally I would catch her in her bra and panties but through one unfortunate event or another I never got to see any further than that. Most of the incidents involved her simply sliding her clothes around in the closet restricting the view, but several other times my progress was interrupted by phone calls from one of our friends or one of our 'rents knocking on the door. After a while, I got frustrated at constantly having to sneak back into her room to slide her clothes over to give me a better view so I rigged up a contraption I could use from my room. Once she would leave, I would take a short stick with an upturned hook on the end, slide it through the hole and turn it vertical until I could just barely reach the necessary hangers and push them just far enough over to give me the clearance I desired. Shortly after putting my contraption together I dropped it while trying to accomplish my task. Angie returned home just as I exited my room to go retrieve it. "Hey there," I blurted nervously, not expecting to see her coming up the steps. I could feel myself starting to sweat already. "Hey," she responded curiously, obviously wondering why I was acting so strange. "What's going on?" "Oh, nothing," I followed with my voice cracking just a bit. "I was just headed down stairs to get a snack. You want anything?" "No," she replied, as if bothered by my question and stepped past me towards her door. "Kim, Christy, and I are going out. I will eat then." And with that she walked in and closed her door. Frustrated and nervous, I stepped down the stairs all the while muttering to myself, "Please don't find the stick, please don't find the hole.." over and over in my head. I knew there was no way I could explain it if she found them. As I sat in the family room eating the microwave popcorn I had prepared I heard the doorbell ring. Looking up at the clock I realized now that nearly an hour had passed since I came down stairs and this must be Kim and Christy coming to pick Angie up. I set down my bowl and headed towards the door to let them in. The second I opened the door the girls practically barged in past me and up the stairs to my sister's room. Despite the fact they barley noticed me, I definitely noticed them. I never quite understood why Kim hung out with Angie and Christy. They seemed to get along most of the time, but she was much too sweet for those two. Kim is tall and thin with long wavy, brunette hair that fell to the middle of her back. Her breasts were practically non-existent, but her long legs and tight ass more than made up for it. In addition she knew how to dress in order to show off her assets. She wore a purple silk blouse that clung to her chest and caused her nipples to poke teasingly at the fabric. Her skirt was short, plaid, and pleated and swirled at the top of her magnificent thighs as she climbed the stairs. To top off her outfit she wore a pair of 2" heels which matched her top and caused her legs to look even longer and sexier than should be allowed by law. Christy, on the other hand, was more like my sister. Not only was she bitchy and demanding like Angie, but she was built more like her as well. She was about 5' 6" with auburn hair and piercing green eyes. She wore an exceptionally low cut emerald green top that accentuated the green of her eyes and pushed up her more than ample cleavage. Most guys would have trouble looking away from her beautiful eyes, but today her tits were definitely putting up quite a fight for attention. Christy's look was finished off with a short black leather skirt that went perfectly with the boots she wore. The boots had a 3" heel and zipped up the side; while the skirt went to the middle of her thigh and was slit almost to the top. These ladies were definitely dressed to thrill tonight. Seconds after they shot past me I heard the door open and close as they disappeared from sight. That is when I realized that hole would be good for more than just sneaking a peak at Angie. I could not wait to check it out. I quickly and quietly headed back to my room and pulled the edge of the poster back. As I peered through the hole I could not believe my luck. I saw Angie standing in front of her mirror in just a red thong and matching bra. My cock began to twitch immediately. In her hands she held two equally sexy dresses that she was trying to decide which one to wear. As she turned back around towards her friends she acted as though she caught Kim staring at her breasts. She dropped both dresses on the floor and squeezed her tits together teasingly and chimed, "You only wish you had tits as nice as these." "You are such a bitch," Kim responded. "I get plenty of looks on my own." "She is just messin' with you." Christy laughed along with Angie and threw one of Angie's stuffed bears at Kim. Kim laughed uncomfortably and told Angie to get dressed. "I am ready to get drunk," she followed. Shortly thereafter Angie threw on a tight white mini dress that allowed a hint of the red from her thong and bra to show through to anyone who cared to look. I could tell from the way these girls were talking, and were dressed, there were going to be a lot of lookers tonight. Minutes later they came out of the room, ran down the stairs, and out the door. There I was alone with my frustration, erection, and raging hormones. As I am sure any red blooded young man would have done, I settled onto my bed to take care of the problem myself. After finishing my task to satisfaction it occurred to me that I still had not retrieved my stick. I wiped myself off and pulled my pants back on and went to get it. Luckily I found it right where it had fallen. It was obvious she had not noticed it. The rest of the night I spent watching some TV until mom and dad called from San Antonio where dad had to go for another one of his seemingly endless business trips. Once I convinced them that everything was fine, they hung up and left me to entertain myself. Several times during the night I got calls from my friends to go out with them, but I kept coming up with excuses to stay home in hopes of catching my sister and her friends when they returned home. I was not disappointed. I must have fallen asleep in the chair watching TV because the next thing I remember was hearing the front door open as the girls came rushing in just after 2:00 in the morning. They were obviously a bit hammered as they fell through the door in a pile, giggling. Acting concerned I walked towards the door to confirm their status. There I found Kim, Angie, and Christy clambering around on the floor giggling like twelve-year-olds as they tried to get to their feet. "What do want?" Christy barked as she spotted me. She had obviously not gotten drunk enough to drive the 'bitch' out of her. "Nothing," I responded. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right." "How sweet," Kim giggled. "He wanted to see if we were all right." With that she worked to pull herself from the floor while her skirt flew up revealing her bright pink panties. "He's my little brother," Angie followed in abhorrence. "Nothing he does is sweet." As those words left her lips I just shrugged and muttered, "Whatever," and then moved past them towards the stairs and up to my room. There I waited anxiously for them, hoping to get another glimpse of skin. Several minutes passed before I heard them enter the room; they were still just as giggly and rambunctious. I left the light off in my room to give the illusion that I had gone to sleep and because it allowed me to see into Angie's much better. I quickly and quietly found my way over to my peep hole in hopes that they would give me something worth watching. The first twenty minutes were very disappointing as they simply sprawled out on the bed and beanbags while they talked about the guys they flirted with that night. Just as I was about to give up and turn in, things got a little more interesting. Angie reached under her bed and pulled out a bottle of peach schnapps. "I've got an idea," she announced. "Let's play a little game." "What do you have in mind?" Christy questioned with a smile. "How 'bout a new version of 'spin the bottle'?" Angie answered, with a glint in her eye. Apprehensively Kim inquired, "A 'new' version?" "Well yeah," Angie began, "I am certainly not going to play the typical version with you two." Over the next couple minutes the girls agreed on some rules: Each of them would take turns spinning the bottle. If the top of the bottle was pointing at them they were to take off the cap and take a swig. If the bottom was pointing at them they would remove an article of clothing. If the front label was towards them they would answer a 'truth' question. If the back label was towards them they would take a 'dare'. The final rule was that they had thirty seconds from the time their task was determined to begin. Apparently they wanted to keep the game moving and ensure that no one chickened out. I was about to watch something beyond my deepest fantasies unfold before my very eyes; as a result I felt my shorts growing tighter and tighter. I was so glad I had not given up two minutes earlier, when I was first tempted. The first round was entertaining but just a hint of things to come. Kim had taken a swig, Christy had admitted that she liked some guy named Chad, and Angie had removed her shoes. (They determined that a pair of shoes, socks, stockings, etc...counted as one.) From there the rounds got progressively more entertaining. By the 5th or 6th round the girls had each taken a couple swigs. Kim was wearing just her dress and panties, and she had confessed that she had never sucked a dick and had fantasies about being spanked. Christy had done the 'Hokey Pokey' in just her bra and panties. I thoroughly enjoyed the sight of her tits bouncing as she "put her whole self in." Angie had only lost her shoes, but had a drink or two more than the others and you could tell she was on the brink of taking the game to another level when she went into great detail about how she used her vibrator to bring herself to orgasm after orgasm in a single night. I could hardly stand it anymore. The next couple rounds were like winning the lottery. By the time they had gone around just two more times their inhibitions were practically nonexistent. Angie had lost her dress and bra on her two turns and seemed to be absent mindedly pulling at her nipples as she sat and commented relentlessly on everything the others did. It was blatantly obvious she was growing hornier as every second passed, by the glazed over look in her eyes and her repetitious remarks of needing to get laid. Christy had taken another swig and had been dared to put her hand down her panties and play with herself for two minutes. With her head thrown back and her eyes closed she looked very relaxed while pleasuring herself. Her grunts and moans proved that she did not mind the audience and that it may have actually heightened her enjoyment. It was at this point that I became so turned on that I had to remove my boxers and began to slowly stroke my throbbing cock. In my mind I knew I did not want to come as I might risk missing some of the action, but my twitching member was begging for attention that I could not deny it. Nevertheless I made a conscious decision to keep it under control. I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I did not want to cut the moment short due to lack of control. Kim's experience was a bit bittersweet for me. The bad news was she had not been made to admit to anything nor been dared to do anything. The good news was she was now completely naked and the other two did me a favor by making her spin around and "show them the goods" before they would move forward with the game. Her tits were as small as I had imagined, but her nipples were quite mouth-watering in spite of this. As suspected her ass was spectacular, but the real bonus came when she revealed her completely shaved pussy. I covered my mouth to conceal my gasp of excitement and joy. The next round would change my evening and possibly my life forever... Angie went next and was forced to take a dare. An evil grin immediately took residence on Christy's face. She wasted no time before blurting out Angie's task. "For the next three minutes you have to lick, suck, fondle, rub, and tease Kim's boobies in every way imaginable," she exclaimed. Angie paused for a moment as if she was going to make a fuss, but must have realized that after everything she had made the other two do she was not going to talk her way out of this and proceeded to make her way over to where Kim sat. Initially Kim started to balk at the idea, but before her words could even form a sentence Angie's lips were wrapped around Kim's hard left nipple as her left hand worked its way over to fondle the other. Kim's reluctance quickly turned to acceptance and she soon found herself lying back as Angie worked back and forth from one nipple to the other. She would lick and suck one while caressing, squeezing, pinching and pulling at the free one; then after a good while, she would switch. This went on until time expired at which time Kim was obviously disappointed and seemingly frustrated. Still Searching... Christy's next turn was relatively uneventful compared to Kim's but I cannot say I was upset to see her bra come off. The sight of those big, beautiful tits being set free took the twitching of my member to another level and drew a comment from my sister about "wrapping her lips around those jugs" that drew a few giggles from them all. I could not help but lick my lips myself. Next was Kim's turn and she spun a dare. The grin on Angie's face was equally evil to that of Christy a few moments earlier. Kim bit her lip in nervous anticipation. Angie stood up and headed over to her dresser without saying a word. She opened the top drawer and dug down beneath the stacks of panties and pulled out a long rectangular box. After that she closed the drawer and returned to her spot on the floor as she ran her finger up and down the corner of the brown card board box. "I bought this for myself a couple weeks ago, but haven't opened it yet," Angie started. "Maybe I have just been to busy, or in the back of my mind I wanted to save it for a special moment. Either way, now seems just about perfect." As those words dripped from her lips she pulled back the lid of the box and pulled out a large bright blue vibrator. It had to be at least a foot long and as big around as a can of Red Bull. All around the shaft were raised dimples, presumably to add to the sensation when in use. Angie's grin got even bigger as she unscrewed the bottom and dropped two C-batteries in, returned the bottom, and turned it on. The humming started slow and deep, but as she turned it up it got progressively louder, faster, and higher-pitched. Then Angie turned it back off and turned towards Kim. By now Christy was getting pretty excited and Kim's eyes were as big as saucers. We all knew what was coming next, but we still held our breath in anticipation. "You've got five minutes with this thing," Angie told Kim as she held it out for her to take. "By the end of those five minutes if it is not sufficiently inside you, we will spend five more minutes using it on you how we decide." Kim nervously took the vibrator, and I tried to settle in for the show of a lifetime. My cock had never been so hard and I had never felt the necessity to restrain myself so strongly. Pre-come was dripping from the head and I had forced myself to stop touching it altogether. Kim flipped the vibrator over and turned the knob so that it was at it lowest setting. Then she closed her eyes, spread her legs about half way open, and let the vibrator find its way to her sweet spot. For a few seconds she allowed it to just linger at her opening, and then, as she got more comfortable and relaxed, she began to move it up and down her slit. In practically no time you could see the wetness accumulating on the tip of the vibrator and she began to moan a little as she leaned back. After another thirty seconds or so turned the knob a little further and immediately began working it further inside her, but even now she was only getting it a quarter of the way in. "You've got two minutes," Angie announced. "You had better get going." Immediately Kim went from holding it with the tips of her fingers to gripping the end in her hand and raising the vibration level a notch or two. After that she began working the blue wand faster and harder until she was thrusting it vigorously into her dripping pussy. It was not in as far as she was told she needed to go, but I was not concerned about that. At this point I was up on my knees pressing my eye hard against the hole trying to get the best look I could possibly get. This was simply amazing. As the seconds wound down Kim appeared to be pushing the toy as far into her as she could. Her body was shaking and she was biting down hard as she tried to contain herself. The panting, gasping, and moaning had me worked to a tattered frenzy and the looks on the other two girls' faces made it obvious they were getting worked up as well. What happened next turned the direction of the evening entirely... With my eye pressed hard against the hole, caught up in the moment, my feet began to tingle as if they were falling asleep. I tried to shift my weight in order to return blood flow through my legs, but in doing so caught the edge of the hole with my nose and immediately inhaled all kind of dust and debris from the drywall. Instantaneously I began coughing uncontrollably and pulled myself away from my peep hole. I desperately hoped I had been undetected. The near immediate silence in the adjoining room coupled with the pounding on my door a minute or two later confirmed my fear. "You little pervert," Angie screamed as she hammered on my door. "We found your peephole, open the door so I can kick your ass." I was not that stupid. There was no way I was opening that door. Besides, I could not stop coughing. After a minute or two she stopped pounding and walked away. I was able to compose myself enough to catch my breath and slow the coughing, but my reprieve would be short lived. When Angie walked away she went and grabbed one of the safety keys my parents kept in their room just in case we ever locked ourselves on the outside of our room, or more often than not, if they wanted to get to us when we were misbehaving or talking back. Just as I got my boxers pulled on, but before my erection had completely dwindled, my door swung open and three furious women came pouring in. Before I had a chance to say anything the three of them, who had apparently taken the time to throw on t-shirts, grabbed me by the arms and pulled me out of my room and down the stairs. Then they led me to the dining room, pushed me down into a chair and proceeded to tie me to it with rope they got from who-knows-where. I tried to protest, but got a sock shoved in my mouth before I knew what was going on. "If you know what's good for you, you'll just sit there 'til we get back,' Christy barked with her finger wagging in my face. "Don't even try to escape." As they walked away I wiggled a little trying to break free, but then thought a little about what she said and determined I did not want to see how much worse things could get. During the next several minutes I sat uncomfortably in the dark, tied to a cold wooden chair in just my underwear. My erection was now completely gone, but I knew I had left a wet spot on my shorts. I felt completely helpless waiting for my fate to be determined. Finally the girls returned with a duffle bag full of undisclosed objects. They each pulled their chairs in front of me and took a seat. Kim pulled the sock from my mouth and threw it on the floor. "Don't say a word, just listen," Angie ordered. "If you do exactly as we say, tomorrow at this time all of this will just be a memory that we will all be able to look back and laugh at. However, if you don't comply," she warned. "I am going to tell Mom and Dad all about the hole you put in their wall and how you used it to look in on me and my girl friends. You don't want that now, do you?" I shook my head 'no' signifying my compliance. "Good," Christy responded as if she could not wait to give me my sentence. "I want you to know that we thought long and hard about what to do with you." As she said this she reached over into the bag and pulled out a long pair of scissors, rose from her seat and walked over to me. "Hold still," she whispered and slid the cool steel up the inside of my thigh and began to snip my boxers off. I held my breath hoping she would not cut anything extra. Then she turned and tossed the scissors on the floor next to the bag before addressing me once again. I felt 10 times more exposed now than I did moments ago and just as helpless. "We are going to have some fun with you," she informed me, and ran the tips of her fingers up the inside of my legs. To her delight my flaccid member began to stiffen. "For the next few hours you are going to be our little toy to play with. Some of the things we are going to do you may actually enjoy. Some of them you probably will not." Then Christy stopped for a second, planted her hands firmly on my thighs and looked me square in the eyes, "I promise you this: if you get out of line for even a second, you WILL regret it." I believed her. "We are going to start off with an easy one for you," Stacy announced as Christy returned to her seat. "As I am sure you heard, Kim has never sucked a dick and we are going to teach her how. All you have to do is sit there." "That can't be right," I thought to myself, but next thing I knew Kim was down on her knees between my legs and Christy and Angie were giving her directions as to what to do. Kim took my now growing member in her hand and began to lick the underside of my shaft. After several licks she took it in her mouth and began to bob up and down on my member. She was not great at it, but she was learning fast and it felt really good. As she continued Christy and Angie kept giving her pointers about what to do with her tongue and how to cup my balls. They really seemed to know what they were talking about and my head was soon spinning with pleasure. Her tongue seemed to be circling my cock as she gradually worked her way further and further up the shaft until she had the full nine inched down her throat. It felt so amazing. "How could this be punishment?" I thought to myself. For several more minutes she swallowed my cock completely in her mouth occasionally locking eyes with me as lust and sensual hunger seemed to take over her and her 'rookie' blowjob status quickly escalated to that of a seasoned veteran. It was at this point I felt the cum boiling in my balls and my orgasm beginning to come. "Oh ya, I forgot to tell you," Angie began while grabbing a clump of hair at the back of my head and pulling back to lock eyes with me. "Don't you dare cum." Her timing could not have been much worse and I am sure she knew it. Kim's quick learning mouth was really doing a number on me and I was quickly approaching the brink. My balls rose and tightened as my climax neared. I clinched tightly trying to hold off, but Kim was relentless. With every passing second she drove me closer and closer to the edge. Angie stood over me with arms crossed waiting to dish out punishment if I failed to obey. I tried hard to concentrate, but Kim's persistence was almost too much to bear. I was quickly approaching the edge and losing the will and ability to stop it. Suddenly, Kim pulled her mouth from my pulsing cock, wiped her lips, and smacked her open hand down hard on my member. I cried out in pain as I attempted to bend over in response. To add insult to injury her smack was just enough stimulation to cause my sperm to ooze from the head of my member. At the same time it hurt bad enough to completely ruin my orgasm. As ejaculate oozed from my cock all three of them pointed and laughed reveling in my misery. The next few hours looked thought they had the potential to be the longest of my life. "This is just the beginning," Kim snarled. The girl I had long thought to be so nice looked as though she might have a mean streak after all. The girls strutted out of the room leaving me tied naked to the chair, cum dripping from my dick, and drenched in sweat and humiliation. A few minutes later when they returned I could not even bring my self to lift my head as they walked in. "Good," Angie jeered. "It looks as though my hot shot little brother is already learning who is boss." Then she grabbed my chin and pulled it up so her eyes met mine. "For the next few hours we are in charge. You will address us as Mistress Angie, Mistress Christy, and Mistress Kim. Do you understand, slaveboy?" "Yes," I mumbled. SMACK! She slapped my face hard. "What was that?" Angie asked. I was stunned. It took me a couple seconds... "Oh! Yes, Mistress Angie," I responded. "Very well," she followed, "Now we are going to untie you. When we do you are to go directly upstairs and take a shower. You stink. No slave of ours is going to stink the way you do." "Yes, Mistress," I responded when she paused hoping that was my cue. "Good, little brother," she complimented. "After you are clean we want you to shave... Not just your face but your armpits and pubes as well." I looked up. I could not believe this. She looked back sternly. "Yes, Mistress," I answered once again. Then they untied me and told me to hurry. They would be waiting for me. As I stood to walk away Christy called out to me. "Why don't you shave that ass of yours while you're at it too," she hollered. "Yes, Mistress," I answered as they giggled to themselves and I headed to the shower. When I arrived in the bathroom I found they had already prepared a few things for me. My towel had already been set out along with some body wash and shampoo they apparently wanted me to use. Neither were too girly, but they did have more of a scent than I was used to. In addition there were two razors out. One for my face and the other for the rest, I presumed. I turned on the shower and quickly got in. Normally I would have given it more time to warm up, but I had to move quickly or risk agitating them further. I washed my body and hair as usual but when it came to shaving, I found it to be more difficult than I had imagined. I had to climb out of the shower briefly to retrieve a pair of scissor I knew were kept in the closet. After a few strategic snips around my under arms and nether regions, shaving became much simpler. Although simple could hardly explain what its like trying to shave your balls while someone is pounding on the door telling you to "hurry up." Finally after a seeming eternity and several drain cleanings I was able to complete the task at hand. I got out of the shower and proceeded to shave my face at the sink. Just as I got my face lathered up, I heard the door being unlocked from the outside. Christy quickly stepped inside. "Don't mind me," she said as I proceeded to shave. "I am just here to check on your progress." As she said this she ran her fingers across my ass and reached around front to grope my boys. "Oooh, those feel nice," she cooed as she rolled them in her hands. "You should think about keeping them this way." "Yes, Mistress," I answered, as I held the razor away from my face enjoying the sensation of her small, soft hands cupping my freshly-groomed testicles. "Don't stop," she ordered teasingly. "We still have a lot ahead of us." This time she leaned into me a little more than before. It was then I realized the girls had switched from alcohol to coffee. They really did intend drag my humiliation out for several hours. Finally I finished shaving and rinsed out my blade. "Don't you have any after shave?" Christy asked. I nodded towards the drawer where my stuff was kept. Quickly she retrieved the bottle and splashed some on her hands. Then immediately she moved them to my face. The aftershave lotion felt cool and soothing on my face. After that she poured a little more in her hands and motioned for me to face her. As I suspected she caressed my balls slowly; the lotion worked its way into my skin. I was so glad I never got used to the traditional aftershave with the high alcohol content. That would have burned. Christy stepped back to review the worked I had done and determined it was satisfactory. "It does look nice like this," she remarked. "It makes me want to play with it." Then from inside her waistband she pulled out a long shoe string. "Put your hands on your head," she directed and I obeyed straightaway. She took the long black shoe string and wrapped it around the base of my genitals and then swiftly tied a knot. After that she grabbed the long end that had been hanging down and exited the bathroom pulling me steadily behind. I think I might have yelp a bit when she tugged it at one point. Moments later I found I had been led to the garage. With my dad and mom out of town one of the stalls was empty and that is where we met up with Angie and Kim. Christy led me to the center of the stall where Angie and Kim inspected me much like Christy had done just a couple minutes earlier. They too agreed my work was satisfactory, but while Kim spent more time inspecting my crotch and arm pits, Angie was looking over my ass. "Not bad, little brother," she whispered in my ear as she firmly squeezed my left butt cheek, "not bad at all." Next Kim instructed me to put my hands together out in front of me. Then she took a long piece of rope and tied my hands together with one end. After that she threw the other end over a beam and then tied it to the riding mower to hold my hands securely in place over my head. "He looks so helpless," Angie laughed. "Not helpless enough," Christy replied. Then she grabbed a scarf and covered my eyes and tied it tight behind my head, and followed up by tying my legs to a board or pipe to keep them spread just beyond shoulder length apart. I guess this was to keep me from kicking. "Perfect," Christy chimed, as she stood back admiring my bondage. An eternity seemed to pass as I stood there in the dark silence. In reality it was closer to thirty seconds. "Are you ready?" Angie asked, standing directly in front of me. "For what?" I responded foolishly. "Excuse me?" she shot back. "I mean, yes, Mistress," I stammered. SMACK! I felt a hard wooden paddle across my ass, and it stung. I did my best to keep my cool. "This is for spying on us," Angie began. SMACK! "This is for seeing me naked," Kim followed. SMACK! "This is for listening in on our confessions," Christy shouted. SMACK! Each swat came just as hard as the previous one, but they made sure none landed in the same spot twice. SMACK! "This is for watching me masturbate." SMACK! "This is for laughing at us while we got drunk." SMACK! "This is for cumming when we told you not to." For several minutes my ass was beaten until it burned. Between every swat they gave a reason. Some were true others were not. It did not matter and I was in no position to argue. By the time they were done I was sure I would not be able to sit for several days. A more curious effect was that I was now hard as a rock again. Unfortunately for me my sister was the first to realize this and began to mock me for it. "Look, ladies. He must be enjoying this," she announced, as she pointed to my bouncing member. "Wow! He really is hard," Kim remarked, as she slid her hand up the length of my erection. For a moment I forgot about my blistered bottom. "You know, it would be a shame to let that go to waste," Christy followed up. They all stood there for a moment in silence. It was obvious their next move rested on Angie. "I almost hate to admit it," Angie finally acknowledged, "but I am really turned on right now." Christy and Kim had heard all they needed to and quickly untied the rope holding my arms tied to the mower as well as the ones around my ankles and wrists. Just as one of them began to remove the scarf from my eyes I heard a resounding "ahem". This must have been a cue to keep the blindfold in place. After being set free, I felt the familiar tug of the string around my genitals as one of them had grabbed it and was leading me back into the house. One of the others followed close behind me helping me avoid obstacles by pointing my hips or warning of steps. She only whispered, so not only was I unsure of who was following, but sometimes I heard the warnings too late and tripped over a step or caught a corner with my shoulder. Finally they led me all the way back upstairs and into Angie's room. Once inside they laid me on the bed and instructed me to hold still. As I lay on the bed waiting for whatever was to come I struggled to listen to their plans but between their whispering and my burning ass, I found it hard to concentrate enough to decipher their conversation. Regardless, they were soon standing around the bed announcing their intentions. Still Searching... "After a bit of discussion we have decided not to tie you up for this," Christy stated gleefully. "We are hoping this experience will be more enjoyable if you use your hands." "However, you must keep your blindfold on," Angie warned. I had some idea of what was to come, but was a bit confused especially after the beating I had just received. Nevertheless, seconds later I felt one of the girls climb on the bed and immediately straddle my face. I did not need to be told what to do next and immediately began to lap away at her sopping pussy. After a few licks she grabbed my wrists and pulled them up to her breasts and directed me to play with her nipples without saying a word. My initial thought was this must be Christy, but as I continued fondling her breasts the thought occurred to me that this could actually be Angie. Before I had too much time to ponder my position I felt another leg being thrown over my body and the warmth of a tight little pussy sliding down onto my member. Even with a pair of legs right up against my ears I could hear Kim gasp and moan as she began to buck up and down on top of me. At some point I must have slowed down too much and the one sitting on my face grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her. The rich smell of her sex was intoxicating and I quickly found my rhythm once again and had her moaning as well. Even then I could not tell who this was. That was probably for the best and I determined to block it out of my mind. Now that I had settled into the moment I hoped that if I could work this just right the rest of my time could be similarly spent. With that in mind I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy while slurping up all the juices I could. After working her to a steadied frenzy I traced my tongue all around until it settled nicely on her clit. As I laid my tongue flat against her nub I hummed deep down in my throat while rolling her nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers and pinching gently. Almost instantly she flooded my face with her juices and let out a scream of satisfaction. Meanwhile Kim was practically jumping up and down on my cock as she rode herself to orgasm after orgasm. I thrust up to meet her as best I could, but with all that was going on I was not able to bring myself to completion before she had enough and allowed herself to 'fall' off of me and onto the floor. I am sure the string at the base of my balls impeded my progress as well. With the first two girls now satisfied I soon found myself on the bed alone again. It was then I took the opportunity to catch my breath. Unfortunately I was not given much time to recuperate and soon felt another leg being flung over my head. The only difference was this time she was facing the other direction and put us in a 69 position. I reached up to find her slit with my thumbs and followed quickly with my lips and tongue. As I brought my mouth up to meet her pussy she dropped her mouth down to engulf my cock. The sensation of her tongue and lips embracing my member was exhilarating and gave me just the right amount of motivation as I lapped away at her opening. As she bobbed up and down on my cock she fondled my balls with her finger tips. She was working me like a pro. In a matter of minutes she had me on the verge of climax, but she magically kept me hanging on for what seemed like an eternity. With all the concentration I could muster I sought out her clit with my tongue and gave it a few quick flicks with my tongue. Then I dove a little deeper and wrapped my lips around it and began to suck on it. I must have really hit the mark. At that very moment she had to pull her mouth away from me as she gasped in pleasure. Her hands squeezed my thighs as she got lost in the moment. Looking back I am surprised I was able to maintain my focus based on the marks she left, but I am sure her response motivated me to push her orgasm even further. For as long as I could maintain my position and hold my breath, I continued to suck on her hot little trigger. Her pussy poured its juices down my nose and into my mouth and I gulped down every drop I could while she writhed in climax over me. When I could finally hold my spot no longer, her orgasm subsided and she climbed off of me. She never did allow me to come. I do not know if that was part of their plan or an unexpected bonus for them. Nevertheless my erection remained, as well as my desire. The string around my boys felt tighter than ever, but seemed to add to my anticipation. As I lay there catching my breath, I was not sure what was going on around me. My head was spinning from all the excitement, my breathing impeded my hearing, and the blindfold obviously kept me from seeing anything. For all I knew they could be standing there just watching me, or the room could have been empty except for me. It would be several minutes before the evening would move any further. I did my best to relax amidst the wonder of what was to come. ..... They must have left me alone for a while. The next thing I remember was being shaken awake and pulled up to a seated position by a girl on each arm. The blindfold was still in place, but their aggressive nature told me they were ready to move on to something else. After a little prodding I realized they were trying to get me stand next to the bed. Once that was established I was happy to comply. As I stood there not a word was said. They simply began to prepare me for what was next. One of the girls started pulling on the string around my genitals. The difference this time was she was not pulling me where she wanted to go, but she was trying to get it untied. To say the least it was very uncomfortable, but managed to give enough of a sensation to cause my dick to grow. While she got it untied the other two tied a length of rope around each wrist and allowed the leftover rope to hang down at my sides for the time being. After they had me ready they instructed me to turn around and face the bed. Once I had turned around they pulled me back away from it allowing one of them to take a seat in front of me. Suddenly I felt her fingernails running roughly up the underside of my cock. It felt pretty good, but a bit scary at the same time. Things got even more frightening when she spoke. "Do you like to fuck?" she asked. I froze. All the enjoyment of the moment seemed to be sucked out of the room. My dick continued to grow as she lightly grazed the underside with her nail teasingly. However, the rest of my body got goose bumps as shivers ran down my spine. I recognized the voice, but not as one of the three girls previously involved. "I asked you a question," she snarled. "Do...you... like to Fuck? I gulped hard, "Yes, mistress," I answered. I could not place who the voice belonged to, but I definitely recognized it. I could not believe the girls had brought another into this. "When you fuck," she began suggestively, "do you like to take it nice and slow, or do you like to fuck hard and fast?" "Yes, mistress," I answered nervously. She laughed, "That was not a 'yes or no' question." Then she grabbed my semi-hard cock and held it flat against my stomach. As she did this I felt the girls standing next to me take a hold of the ropes at my side restricting my movement. After that she flicked my testicles twice with her middle finger. I winced in pain, but was unable to cover myself. "Let's not make this harder than it has to be," she remarked as she released my cock, "Now answer my question." I paused for just a moment, "Could you repeat it?" I asked meekly. "Yes, but at a cost," she answered. Once again she grabbed my member and held it against my stomach. I tried to prepare myself for what was to come, but that mattered not. With my cock out of the way she slapped my balls rapidly five times. Again I was unable to do much more than cringe. After releasing my cock once more she went back to teasing the underside with her nails. "When you fuck," she repeated, "do you like to take it nice and slow, or do you like to fuck hard and fast?" "Hard and fast," I confessed quickly. "I was hoping you would say that," she followed. As her voice lingered in my ears I finally put it together. At that same moment they ripped off my blindfold to confirm my fears. There on the bed before me sat Christy's older sister, Cindy. She is as hot as the desert sun, but her bitchiness puts Christy's and Angie's to shame. To add insult to injury she is a man-hating lesbian. As my eyes focused in on her I realized the trouble I was in. Cindy was draped in black leather all the way from her sexy laced-up-the-sides corset, which showed off her perfectly tanned 36 C tits, all the way down to her pointy-toed high heeled boots that zipped up the sides of her fabulous long legs. The black liner around her eyes and the dark red lipstick set off the intimidating look completed by her short, jet-black hair. However, the most terrifying aspect of her whole ensemble was the chrome twelve inch strap-on locked between her legs. I was speechless as she stood to her feet and proceeded to push me down to my knees with her hands on my shoulder. "I understand you have been a bad boy," she began. "Bad boys become bad men and this world already is chock full of bad men. So we need to teach you a lesson you will never forget in hopes that you will never turn into one of those men. Do you understand?" I wanted to resist but the others had already pulled my arms uncomfortably behind me and her hands were firmly planted on each side of my head. She did not need an answer from me this time, but just continued on. "We are all going to take turns with you," she informed me, "all over this house. That way every time you are in one of those rooms you will have a constant reminder of what could happen to you if you don't get your act together." I kneeled there, not believing this was actually happening. I could not believe they were really capable of this. "Now open up," Cindy ordered. "The wetter you get this, the better this will go for you." Before I had a chance to respond she had grabbed my head and forced the faux dick into my mouth. Again I wanted to resist. On one hand I knew if I was going to put up a fight it was now or never. On the other hand I knew I was outnumbered and already at a disadvantage by position. If I failed, I was sure things would only get worse for me. I did my best to relax and get the rod as wet as I could. I tried not to think about what was to come, but they began to mock me where I kneeled. "You are quite the cocksucker," Cindy teased. "I can't wait to see what it's like to have a dick," Kim laughed. "I can't wait to fuck that cute little ass," Christy followed. Angie snickered and added, "I am having so much fun making my macho little brother our bitch." After several minutes of continuous insults and having the strap-on shoved down my throat Cindy pushed off of my forehead and freed it from my lips as I landed back on my heels. Then she stepped out of in front of me and motioned for the girls to take their positions. In a blink of an eye the two girls holding the ropes tied to my wrists hustled across the bed to the other side. Then Angie grabbed her pillow and laid it on the bed in front of me. A second later Kim and Christy pulled me up to my feet and then across the bed. The pillow sat at my hips and directed my ass upward putting my hole at a perfect level for Cindy to take me from behind. Cindy stepped up and slapped my still sore ass. To my slight relief, she pulled out a tube of lube and squirted a glob on my ass hole. "I am going to fuck you hard and fast," she announced as she pushed one then two fingers up my ass reminding me of my own damning words. "You did a decent job getting my dick ready, but I just don't think it was enough for the kind of thrashing I am going to put you through." No sooner had she said this when I felt the tip of her strap-on at my back door. Initially she just eased it slowly in an inch or two and then backed off. Regardless, my virgin hole was trying to resist her entry at any level. "Relax," she warned, as she moved in and out a couple more times slowly. I took a deep breath and did my best not to clinch. She must have sensed this and started work her way further in. At some point she went from resting her hands on my back to holding them firmly on my hips. She used this leverage to pick up the pace and thrust harder and faster. After a few minutes she was pounding into me hard enough that every thrust forced a grunt from my lips. "Oh ya, that's it," she barked. "You like that, don't you!" "Yes, mistress," I stammered. I thought I better be safe than sorry and answer even if the question was not meant to be answered. A few seconds later her grunting and moaning masked mine. Either she was really getting into this or that strap-on was engineered for her pleasure as well. The latter ended up being true. Over the next couple minutes she really started slamming into me. I was gripping the sheets on the bed as best I could and my eyes began to well up. By now she was thoroughly enjoying herself. It only took a few more thrusts until her orgasm hit its highest point and she could push her self no further. As she reached that edge she collapsed on top of me as she worked to catch her breath. After a few minutes had passed, she rolled off of me and waved for the girls to move on. It was at this point I realized only Christy and Angie had remained in the room. I had no idea when Kim had snuck out. As they pulled me to my feet I realized my legs hard turned to gelatin. I actually had to work pretty hard to steady myself. It was at this same time that they realized I had a raging erection. In fact a bit of pre-come had formed on the head of my penis. At that moment Angie looked over and saw the small wet spot I had left on her pillow. "You bastard," she screamed. Without even a thought she slapped my erection as hard as she could. I dropped to my knees in pain and Angie proceeded to hit me. After a few slaps to the head Christy compelled her to stop and they pulled me to my feet again and led me to my room. Upon entering the room I found Kim lounging on my bed. She was completely naked save the flesh colored strap-on between her legs. "I think I am going to like this," she said with a smile as she stroked her member. Then she sat up on the bed and spread her legs while motioning with her finger for me to come hither. I hesitated but a moment and the two other gave me a push. Stumbling on to the bed I kneeled between her legs took what I knew was coming. As she pushed my head down I opened my lips to engage her cock. She must have been satisfied with my effort and soon removed her hand from the back of my head and sat back to watch as I bobbed up and down on her flesh colored-strap-on. "I chose this room," she began, "because this is where you watched me. This is where you disgustingly watched me pleasure myself. This is where you went from being Angie's cute little brother to a perverted peeping Tom." She stopped for a moment grabbed the hair at the back of my head and pulled it so that my eyes were locked with hers, "And this is where you go from being a young man to sniveling whore. Now beg me to fuck you." "Please fuck me, Mistress," I mumbled. "You will have to do better than that," she barked and slapped my face. "Please fuck me, Mistress," I blurted. "Show some originality," she countered and pushed me away. Angie and Christy took the end of the ropes and tied them to my headboard as Kim took position behind me and grabbed my balls firmly. I gulped deeply. I did not want to bring anything more on me than had already been determined. "I am begging you Mistress Kimberly; I need so desperately to be fucked by you. Please, please, fuck my ass and make me the whore I am." Kim was not sure what to say, but she released my testicles and crawled up behind me. Then she added a little more lube to my hole and pressed her member to meet it. "Since you asked so nicely," she finally responded, whispering in my ear. Then she pushed her 'cock' into me slowly but completely. It was not as long as Cindy's had been, but it was at least another inch around. Rather than taking things hard and fast, she chose to take things a bit slower, but with every thrust she pushed it as far as she could. Slowly she picked up some speed, but she never wavered from going all the way. By the time she had found a steady pace we were both moaning together. I had my hands wrapped around the bars of my head board and was pushing back to meet her ever motion. A few seconds later she was crying out in orgasm and stopped abruptly. Had she gone another thirty second I would have been there with her. My cock was now leaking steadily. After she took a minute or two to recover she got up and left. I was left alone tied face down to my bed. I took those few minutes to recover myself. Even though the experience was unexpectedly turning me on, once I started to cool down I could really feel the pain. Only a couple more minutes passed from the time Kim left the room before Christy came in. From the second she climbed on the bed, I could tell she was really getting into this. "You're gonna be my little bitch," she crowed as she sat down on my back and reached around my neck to fasten a dog collar in place. Once she had it fastened she attached a leash and then untied my hands. "Let's go!" she commanded as she jerked the leash and motioned me onto the floor. Once I climbed off she led me crawling back down stairs and into the living room. If at any time she felt I was moving too slowly she would slap my bare bottom with the end of a riding crop. I could not be sure where she got it, but I felt pretty confident I could thank Cindy later. It stung much worse than the paddle from earlier and I am sure I would have a welt or two to remember this by. Finally we reached the living room where she instructed me to stand and then bent me over the arm of the couch. She wasted no time getting things going and was squirting some lube on my asshole before I even realized she was ready. Only seconds passed before I felt her strap-on perched at my hole. "I have a feeling I am really going to enjoy this," she cooed as she grasped the leash tight in her hand and pushed her strap-on into me. After the first few thrusts I got the feeling she was having a tough time finding a rhythm. In her frustration she released then end of the leash and ordered me not to move. In the same motion she pushed my head down with her left hand while wrapping her right arm around my waist. This must have given her all the leverage she needed and she was soon going to town. Through her moaning and gasping I heard a familiar 'click' followed by the echoing sound of her thrusting and grunting coming through the television to my left. I turned my head to see what was going on and was met with a horrific sight. As if it were not enough to be made to endure the things I had been made to endure; now I was watching it happen as it was happening from an enlightening perspective. There on the screen before me I saw the utterly humiliating position I was in as well as the horrendously dominating position Christy was in over me. The affect this revelation had on me was to cause my semi-erect cock to dwindle into practical nonexistence. Even the sight of her large naked breasts bouncing vigorously was no consolation. At the same time Christy really got off on her role as a dominatrix and starting giving it to me harder and harder while driving herself closer and closer to orgasm until she began screaming like a banshee. As she collapsed in exhaustion on top of me she kissed me on the cheek and took a few deep breaths. Eventually she pushed herself off, squeezed my ass, and whispered in my ear, "You were the best I've ever had." Then she slapped my butt and added, "Bitch!"