****** Sibling Rivalry by Seychelle ******
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Sibling Rivalry


When Da died, he'd left the farm to my sister Mary. Not that I cared, having
plans to leave for America at eighteen to make my fortune anyway. I'd never got
along with Mary - being stout and swarthy, she'd always been jealous of my
slim, blonde features - and I'd have been happy never to see her again. Two
years later, I'd returned to Ireland, pursued by a massive debt.

Mary agreed to pay it off on a monthly basis - but on her terms. I would work,
she said, and do as I was bid, without question or defiance. Seeing no other
alternative, I'd agreed.

And soon wished I hadn't. The farm was isolated, my friends all moved away -
and Mary worked me from dawn to dusk, treating me worse than a servant, worse
than a prisoner. I was exhausted. I was angry. And I was horny, masturbating at
every opportunity.

It was during one of those opportunities when life between Mary and I changed
irrevocably. It was raining, Mary was in town, and I'd left the gate open,
letting the cows escape down the road. She'd returned, seen my negligence, and
dealt with it herself, getting soaked in the process. She said nothing when she
entered, ignoring me and the dinner I'd prepared, pushing past me towards her
bedroom. My stomach twisted into knots as I sat there, awaiting her return.

She wasn't long, summoning me into the living room. She'd dried off, her huge
frame wrapped in one of Da's thick robes - and with her hand wrapped around one
of Da's thick switches. She slapped the business end in her open palm and
asked, 'Remember this, Carol? Remember how Da would use this on your bare bum
when you'd been bad?'

I could only stand there in the centre of the room and nod dumbly, feeling my
face flush with embarrassment. And yet, coupled with the embarrassment was
arousal at the memory, making my nipples harden, and my pussy twitch.

'You've not changed since then, so I see no reason not to change the
punishment. Strip.'

'What?'

'I said strip. You agreed to obey me.' She smirked. 'Or do you want to leave?'

I didn't. Even if I could pay off my remaining debts, I wouldn't leave; I felt
myself on a roller coaster out of my control, making hands move of their own
volition to unbutton my blouse and unzip my jeans. I was hot, inside and out. I
hated Mary. I feared her. I desired her. For a moment, there was only the
sounds of the rain outside, and the rustle of the clothes leaving my body.

When I was naked, my hands instinctively draped over my breasts, with their
dark peaked nipples, and my blondly tufted bush of pubic hair, aware of my
pussy, pulsing with a sweet new submissive nature. Mary chuckled at my modesty,
her eyes boldly scrutinising my nude body, enjoying the spectacle. 'Stand to
attention, hands on head.'

I obeyed, feeling myself blush further. I was wet, and thought I'd swoon as
Mary approached, circling me, inspecting me like I was a beast at market. I
trembled as Mary's fingers lightly ran over every part of my body, from head to
toe, and I closed her eyes when I felt her fingers near my pubis.

'I used to be jealous of this body,' Mary admitted. 'I bet your cunt was fed
lots of cock in America.'

I nodded in agreement, tears flowing down my cheeks.

'Well, I've been too busy, behaving like a responsible adult, for any of that.
Bend over, spread your cheeks.'

Barely suppressing the thrill shooting through me, I complied, feeling the cool
air invade my exposed sex. The blood rushing to my head, I half-watched Mary
circle behind, then stop, squeezing my now-taut cheeks before inserting one
finger, then two, into my hot, wet channel. I moaned, tightening around the
intruders.

'Quiet, bitch,' Mary admonished. I stifled a groan of frustration as Mary
withdrew again; there was the sound of fingers being licked. 'I hope you
enjoyed that, for that'll be the closest you come to feeling cock inside you
from now on. Get on all fours.'

My body was in control of itself, and knew what it wanted: I lowered myself to
my hands and knees, ignoring the cold wooden floor, head bowed, back arched,
pussy moist and crying to be touched again. It was such a deliciously naughty
sensation, about my own, hated sister too!

I'd forgotten the switch, until the first blow arrived on my cheeks. I yelped,
and caught the sound - Da wouldn't permit me to cry out, and I knew Mary would
feel the same way. The birch made short, sharp, rapid bursts of contact on my
cheeks, but it wasn't painful; indeed, I felt a warm glow spreading from my
backside, bridging and heightening the points of arousal in the rest of my
body. I could smell my own arousal, and knew I was close: amazing. Waves of
bliss rushed through my trembling body as each switch landed on my rear, and I
couldn't help but cry out at my orgasm, slumping to the floor.

Mary stopped switching me. 'On your knees.'

I rose. Mary had opened her robe, revealing her heavy, pendulous breasts, her
round, pale stomach and alabaster thighs, and a thick black triangle. She was
lovely. 'Kiss it,' she ordered. I couldn't tear my eyes away from my older
sister's bush, the familiar musk, so like my own, the glint of silver in the
strands, the division of her sex beneath. I pursed my lips and kissed, tasting
honey, and knew I was forever lost under her dominance.

She ordered me to follow her - on all fours again - into her bedroom, formerly
Da's bedroom, with its grand bed. I was supposed to be the bold sister, the one
who'd seen and done it all in the Big Apple. And yet here I was, a novice, a
child to Mary's cool superiority; my pussy pulsed with anticipation, as if it
had never been sated. I was allowed to rise, and we finally kissed, but no
sisterly kiss was this: her tongue penetrated my mouth, our lips grinding, our
breasts pressed together, her huge hands reaching around to tease my burning,
tingling backside. She parted from my mouth to lift my right breast up, cupping
and appreciating its fullness, before bowing and engulfing the nipple, sucking
gently - and then biting. I yelped and cursed, and felt weak and even hornier
than before.

Mary threw me to the bed. I lay on my back and looked up as she climbed on with
me, straddling first my waist, then moving up to my head. Closer now, and with
her thighs parted, I stared into her pussy, breathed in the heady aroma
drifting from the thick, puffy folds of her labia, as impatient for attention
as mine had been, and still was. I had never been this intimate with a woman
before, let alone my sister. But I knew without hesitation what I had to do,
and buried my face in Mary's sex, sliding my tongue up inside, tasting,
enjoying.

'That's it, my wee slave,' she growled above me approvingly, squeezing her
thighs against the side of my head. I was pleased at her approval, and worked
away until my tongue went numb, and she bucked and writhed above me in climax.

That was a month ago. I have ardently served as my sister's slave since, both
in and out of the bedroom. I am birched regularly, whether I deserve it or not,
and often am "made" to spend an entire day around the house, naked. She's even
talked of purchasing bondage gear through mail-order, and have me shave my
pubes!

But what can I do? She is the better sister, after all.

END

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