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The Sibling Bond

Part 12

                                                      TWELVE

	"...And every time," Jane was saying, "he says he just wants to draw my
picture. But we both know how it's going to end up when he's finished." She was
kneeling in front of the chair in which Chuck sat, fully dressed but with her
wrists bound together in front of her. Her hands were in his lap, stroking his
huge erection through his trousers as she spoke.
	They were in the basement room of her house. Nearby, Joe slouched on the
sofa, his fly open and his stiff prick straining upwards through it. Before him,
Linda, also dressed, crouched on all fours, her head bowed, sucking slowly and
lovingly on the long, lust-engorged cock.
	"Last night," Jane went on, "he hung me up from the beam again, but by
my ankles this time. I was hanging upside down, with my hands tied behind me. My
head was only about a foot from the floor. When he stopped drawing, he knelt
down and put himself in my mouth, and I sucked him off upside down." Her voice
was soft, but her eyes glittered at the memory.
	Chuck laughed. "He's really coming out, your daddy. I guess we showed
him where it was at, all right."
	"The old guy better take it easy, though," Joe put in, his voice
hoarsened by the effect of what Linda was doing to him. "He'll give himself a
heart attack if he doesn't watch out."
	"He's not THAT old," Jane said defensively. "He's very strong. And he
can...keep going...for a very long time." She flushed a little.
	"Hold on there!" Chuck said, grinning. "Family loyalty is all
right--every slave should have some--but let's not get carried away. I don't
mind your daddy fucking you, but just remember, he doesn't own you. I do."
	"You do, Chuck," Jane said softly. "Of course you do."
	Joe sat up suddenly, pushing Linda away from him. "Wait a minute!" he
said resentfully. "What do you mean, YOU own her? She's supposed to belong to
both of us, remember? WE own her!"
	Chuck and Jane exchanged a glance. Chuck took a breath. "Not any more,
buddy," he said. "Things have changed a little."
	"What are you talking about?" Joe demanded.
	Chuck's hand went out to touch Jane's hair. "Jane and I
are...well...we've kind of got something special going, okay? We dig each other.
So--Jane belongs to me now. She's going to be my own personal slave from now
on." He shrugged. "Sorry, Joe--but that's the way it is." Then, seeing the
expression of disappointment on the other boy's face, Chuck went on. "Hey,
listen, buddy, it's not all that bad. I mean, it's not like you'll never make it
with her again. I'll lend her to you any time you want--as long as you don't get
too greedy, of course--and she'll still do whatever you tell her. Won't you,
Jane?"
	"Yes, Chuck," Jane said.
	Joe looked a bit less unhappy, but he was still chagrined. "Shit," he
muttered, slouching back on the couch. Then a thought hit him, and he sat up
again.
	"Listen, Chuck," he said hopefully. "If you're going to have Jane for
your personal slave...then how about me having Linda for mine? That's only
right. I mean, why should you have both of them? How about it?"
	Chuck looked over at his sister, still crouching on the floor. He
hesitated a moment, then grinned slyly, ignoring the plea in the blonde girl's
eyes. "Sure," he said. "Why not? That seems fair. I give her to you."
	"Chuck!" Linda cried protestingly.
	"Shut up, Sis. You belong to Joe now, and that's all there is to it."
	"But, Chuck, I--"
	Joe grabbed a fistful of Linda's long hair and yanked her head sharply
backward, bringing a shriek of pain from her. Holding her there, he looked down
into her beautiful blue eys, which slowly began to melt. "You stupid bitch!" he
gritted. "Do I have to slap your face in for you?"
	"Please..." Linda breathed.
	Without lettting go of her hair, Joe obliged. Linda cried out happily at
each blow.
	"Now, be quiet," Joe said when he had finished. "You're going to love
being my slave, you silly twat. I'll treat you even worse than Chuck did. I'll
whip you till there's not an unmarked spot on your body. I'll keep you tied up
so much you'll forget how to move. I'll fuck you in every hole you've got, and
make some more myself. You'll hurt so much you'll be in fucking masochists'
heaven. You hear me?" he said loudly, tugging even harder on her hair.
	Linda was panting and moaning. "Oh yes, Joe...yes...yes..."
	"Good." Deliberately, Joe gathered a large glob of saliva on his tongue.
He let it grow larger while he looked down at her twisted face. His tongue came
out, and the spittle rolled down, to hang for a moment from the tip. Linda
watched it as though hypnotized.
	The glob dropped into her open mouth.
	"Swallow that," Joe said.
	She obeyed.
	Joe let go of her hair and leaned back. "All right, slave," he said. "Go
on with what you were doing."
	"Joe," Linda said timidly, "will you make me do things  like--like you
did with Jane? Like making her strip naked for old Mr. Johnson? Will you, Joe?"
	"I'll make you do it in front of the whole class," Joe said.
	Linda drew in her breath with a sharp hiss. With tears of joy in her
eyes, she bent her head and resumed sucking on her new master's cock.
	Chuck had watched the scene with satisfaction. Now he spoke. "And don't
worry, Sis--we'll still have a lot of great times together. I'm sure Joe will
lend you to me often--just like I'm going to lend Jane to him."
	"And to Daddy too?" Jane asked.
	"Of course," Chuck said. "We wouldn't want to deprive your father of his
artistic pleasures."
	"Hey, where is the old boy, anyway?" Joe put in.
	"Upstairs, in his room."
	"We ought to tell him about our little arrangement. See if he wants to
be part of it."
	"He will," Jane said smugly.
	"Well, let's find out," Joe said. "Linda, go ask him."
	Linda reluctantly took her mouth off his cock and got up.
	"Oh, and take your clothes off first," Joe said.
	When Linda was naked, Joe tied her hands behind her. "There," he said
finally.
	"Now go find Alex and see what he has to say about all this."
	The naked girl left, going carefully up the stairs. It was a long while
before she came back again.

                                                            #

	They were celebrating.
	To affirm the fact that they were still going to be the closest of
friends and lovers, the two couples had wished to join themselves all together
in the act of love. The boys had found a way.
	Jane and Linda were lying on their sides on the floor, their bodies
bound tightly together. They lay in opposite directions, with their heads at the
level of each other's crotch. Their hands were tied behind them. Long ropes
encircled their upper bodies at several points, wound so tightly that they cut
deeply into the tender flesh. Their torsos were plastered together, their
breasts mashed against each other's stomach. Their upper legs thrashed
aimlessly. Each girl had her face buried between the other's thighs, her neck
straining as she lapped industriously at a wriggling vagina. They had been
ordered to keep their tongues busy in each other's cunt, and not to remove them
until further notice.
	The boys were behind them, one on either side of the bound bodies, also
lying in different directions. Chuck had his enormous cock buried in Jane's
asshole, while Joe's rampant prick was pumping deep into Linda's. Both of them
were thrusting strongly and mercilessly into the writhing, squirming, moaning
girls.
	Even though their mouths were somewhat muffled by their positions, the
girls' cries and moans filled the room, drowning out the labored breathing and
happy grunts of the boys who plugged away at their anuses. They were primitive,
animal sounds of pleasure and pain, and pleasure in pain, cries of torment and
ecstasy beautifully and inextricably mixed. They were all lost now in the
overwhelming intensity of sensation, the boys pounding harder, the girls
twisting deliciously in their bonds as the blissful agony went on and on.
	While a few feet away, on the sofa, Alex Burkheimer sat with pad in
hand, rapidly sketching the fantastic scene before him, feeling the familiar
throbbing in his loins, knowing it would soon be assuaged, and thinking that,
after all, his lot was the sweetest of all.

                            
                                                    	THE END



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