Addiction Affliction (closed)

Damn she was a natural cock-sucker! I just sat there and enjoyed it. It felt so fucking good to have my sister eagerly working my dick like that. I watched as she peeled off the dress and sauntered over to the bar. I couldn't take my eyes off those amazing tits as she walked back to me, carrying two shit glasses, and begging to do body shots.

"That sounds like too much trouble," I smirked at her, stroking my hard-on. "You drink both those shots and get back to suckin my dick," I demanded.
 
I shrugged, downing the two shots, my eyes fixed on his hand stroking his dick. God at times I wish I had my own dick...

I put the shot glasses on the floor next to Tommy's foot as I got back down on my knees in front of him, obediently following his orders. That's what I wanted to do anyways; suck on his cock until he came in my mouth again. But god damn I was so wasted! The room was starting to spin around my brothers head as I bent down and picked up right where I left off.

Using my right hand I softly jacked him while my left went to his balls and lightly squeezed on them. I licked my lips, opening my mouth and slid down his entire length, my tongue swirling around him. I moaned on his cock, feeling my wetness running down my legs. My hands kept busy as I bobbed up and down on my brother, rapidly increasing my pace in the hopes to make him cum soon. All of a sudden I wasn't feeling so hot.. I guess all of the days events were catching up with me.

Oh yes! Tits always do the trick! I popped Tommy's cock out of my mouth and scooted closer to him to begin titty fucking him. "Mmmm oh yeah Daddy... I love rubbing my big titties all over your cock... Mmmm I want you to cum all over them... Oh yeah big boy, you like it when I talk dirty to you T?" The alcohol really had me lose my inhibitions! I couldn't believe I was talking to my brother like that!
 
I groaned as she played with my nuts and jacked me, and got right back to sucking. She bobbed her head up and down, but I could tell she was getting sloppy drunk. Then she started talking dirty as she titty-fucked me!

"Fuck yes, my little slave," I said, running my hands through her hair as she rubbed those delicious tits all over my wet, hard cock. "Yeah, that's it, just like that whore..." I said, groaning loudly at how fucking hot this all was. But I could tell she was pretty out of it. I knew I would have to take over if I was gonna cum...

My grip on her hair tightened, and I pulled her back off my. I stood up and moved her up onto the couch. "I'm gonna use you real good," I said, looking in her eyes, "my sexy little slave..."

I positioned her so she was laying across the couch on her back, but with her back halfway up the armrest, and her head hanging off the side. I stood next to her head and held her in place. "Open up, slut," I said, and when she did I slid my cock into her hot, willing mouth. I slowly worked it in and out, using her mouth, slowly moving in and out, testing her throat...

Then, something primal overcame me. I felt my cock throb and spasm and I couldn't help but thrust fully into her face. It was quite the sight to see her throat expand around my cock as she was forced to take my full length, again and again, gagging on it. It wast long at all before spit was rolling up her face, covering her eyes and her forehead as I forced my cock down her throat again and again. Multiple times I took her mouth and throat fully and held myself in place, grabbing her head with one hand and her throat with the other...

"Yeah, take it, slave," I was grunting at her. "You're all mine... I'm gonna use you like this all the time, whenever I want to, and you're gonna fucking love every second of it..."
 
God how I love when he calls me his sexy little slave! As he moved me up onto the couch, I briefly panicked thinking he was going to have sex with me. When he moved to my head instead, I breathed a sigh of relief. I opened my mouth for him, in a drunken trance.

When he first stuffed my mouth full of his cock I moaned all around him. He was moving slowly and it was a really cool way to service him. Then he started moving faster and faster, and I was gagging and choking on him! What is he doing, he needs to stop, I can't breathe! I began really panicking when my spit began leaking down, or rather up my face, into my eyes, causing them to burn in pain. Then he would stop and hold himself deep into my throat.... Breathe Jenna, breathe!

Okay. I have to relax. As he told me how he would use me like this and I would love it, I put myself into that frame of mind. He won't really hurt me. He loves me. I'm his slave and he will give me what I want if I'm good.

So somehow I began to actually attempt to suck on him. It was easier to do when he held himself deep in my throat. My shaky hands came up and tried to play with his nuts, too. I need to make him cum. Soon. Then he will reward me and I can breathe again.

But I felt myself begin to go limp. I was having a hard time focusing on anything, and now that my eyes were closed, I felt myself slipping away into unconsciousness..
 
I kept at it, fucking her face. It felt so damn good! Slow for a while, and hold it deep down her throat, and then really give it to her... Fuck. I'm a fucking pervert, doing my sister like this!

I didn't care.

It wasn't long before I realized she was passed out. Or was it? I was drunk enough, I wasn't sure. But I wasn't going to let an opportunity like this just pass me by. I pulled my cock out of her face and she slumped onto the couch. I walked around and stood over her, lazily, drunkenly stroking my dripping, rock hard cock.

Where do I even begin? I gazed upon her nude form. She was amazing. A goddess. A gift. She was all mine. To do with... As I pleased.

I started by rubbing my cock all over her pretty face. I moved down to slap her perfect, big, full titties with it. No response. I rolled her over onto her side. God, that ass! I put one knee on the couch and started rubbing my cock between those luscious cheeks. My rod throbbed with pleasure that coursed through me. There was no going back now. I had to cum, and soon.

I rolled her back, onto her back. I spread her legs wide and gazed upon her beautiful virgin (?) pussy. I rubbed my rock hard cock against her there. It was so tempting to just plunge right inside her, but I restrained myself. Soon enough, tomorrow maybe, she'd be begging me to fuck that tight little cunt with my huge cock.

I positioned myself betwixt her legs. I spread them wide and started jacking my cock up and down, and with my free hand squeezed her titties. I rubbed my rod along her juicy cunt as I jerked off... And then, when I rubbed the head along her wetness, I felt my balls clench up, my cock twitch, throb and spasm, and with a great sigh of release blew streams of cum all over and into her perfect little pussy...

I collapsed on the floor moments later. I lay my head back, closed my eyes...
 
Mmm what a pleasurable dream I was having. It vaguely confused me, but seemed realistic enough, given the incestuous behavior my brother and I had just been consorting in. The length of his hard wet cock rubbed along my asshole in between my butt cheeks. In my dream, maybe I should just let him fuck my tight, virgin ass.

I felt myself turn onto my back, my legs opening wide. Oh how my dripping pussy longed to be touched! My arms were like dead weights. I sighed inwardly.

Then I did feel a caress on my wet lips. Mmmm yes... I thought. This dream should allow him to fuck me. I felt an ache deep inside of my core, longing for my brothers thick, able cock to penetrate me.

My dream was teetering between dreamworld and reality. I was fucked up beyond recognition. Surely I am really dreaming...

My head was turned toward the back of the couch, so I dared slowly opening my eyes. I heard grunting noises coming from Tommy, as well as the distinct sound of him jacking off. I looked out of the corner of my eye just as I felt him cum over my pussy. The hand that wasn't pleasuring himself was holding my pussy lips wide open, as streams of his seed pooled at my wet opening. What the fuck...?

Almost as quickly as he had cum, he laid on the floor. I listened to his even breathing as he fell asleep. How could he use me like that while I was asleep? Was I not willing enough a participant while I was awake and coked out? I felt rage at the thought. But before long, Tommy's deep breathing had lured me back to sleep.

Sometime probably about 3 hours later, I woke up. A strong desire to pee and get a drink of water were my driving forces. I sat up slowly, my hand going directly to my head. Ugh. Maybe some Tylenol, too.

I began to stand up, and then noticed Tommy on the floor, naked and passed out. It snapped me back to what had happened earlier.. My hand went to my crotch as my eyes followed. Sure enough, there was dried cum on and inside my pussy. What a fucking perv! Oh was I pissed.

I stood up and took care of my primary needs. I went upstairs to get some clothes on after I cleaned up my brothers sticky goo off of my privates. I pulled on a pair of black cotton gym shorts and a black sports bra. As I began to make my way back down the hall to grab some Tylenol for my pounding head, I peeked in Tommy's room. The coke was still sitting on his desk...

Fuck the tylenol! I sprinted into his room before I could change my mind. I raked up two fat lines and snorted the first one quickly, sighing with pleasure as I felt the burn creep up my nose, my body reacting rapidly to the rush. I sat down in his chair, and leaned down to do my second line. I took this one much more slowly, enjoying it. Aaaah.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I was downright mad at Tommy for using my naked body like he did. Which reminded me...

My stomach sank. Is that what was on my face this morning when I woke up? Had he done this last night as well? Or had he and Logan, or just Logan, taken advantage of me? My fingers crept down to my pussy, and I inserted a finger inside my tight hole. I wasn't sore, so surely I hadn't been violated like that... Oh my god surely my own brother wouldn't go so far as to actually rape me while I slept!

I was seething. I'm doing another line, and I don't give a damn! I thought.
 
I woke to the sound of footsteps on the creaky stairs, and my eyes opened just in time to catch a glimpse my little sister's bare ass flying up the stairs. Where could my little slave be going at this hour? A panic rose in me as I recalled what I had done to her earlier, and I wondered if she knew.

No... Maybe? She had been passed out! Surely she hadn't come to... I stood up and made my way to the stairs. I listened for a moment and could tell that she was headed up to the second floor. Curiosity was getting the better of me and I had to head up after her.

It was then I remembered that what was left of my cocaine was up in my room, on the small mirror, on my desk.

She wouldn't...

Who was I kidding?

By the time I got to the top of the stairs, just a few feet from my bedroom door, I heard the all-too-familiar snort.

That little cunt!

A rage built up in me quickly. I don't know where it came from but it was powerful. Who the fuck did she think she was? She belonged to me! How quickly she forgot.

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When I got to the door, I saw her bent over the desk with the straw up her nose, snorting another line! I didn't even have time to admire her amazing body; I was upon her in an instant, coming up from behind her, grabbing her by her ponytail in the middle of her snorting her line, and yanking back!

"You little fucking cunt, what do you think you're doing?" I demanded, grabbing her arm with my free hand and wrenching it around behind her back painfully, and pressed my foot into the back of her knees, dropping her quickly to her knees...
 
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One second I was blissfully snorting my way to a fantastic coke high, the next I was yanked forcefully by my hair and kicked behind the knees, painfully landing hard on my knees on my brothers hard wood floor. "What the fuck, Tommy!" I screeched, feeling his strong grip on me. I was busted, no way around it now. Damn I thought he would be passed out for awhile!

The coke was coursing hard through my veins already, so I could feel rage building up quickly. "What made you think you could do 'that' to me, anyway? You really are taking things too far with this little bet!" I spat out, wiggling my body around in his hold, my hands furiously clawing at my brother's, attempting to free myself.
 
"Ah fuck," I grunted as I felt her fingernails dig into my hands, clawing at my flesh as she tried to get free. My grip only tightened on her hair. "You little slut, you were enjoying it all plenty well enough," I growled in her ear. I released her head, throwing it forward, and grabbed her other arm, wrenching it behind her back.

"You've been a bad girl," I said with a sinister sneer in her ear. "Your punishment won't be light for this, slave..."
 
Slave...

I felt my willpower dissolve somewhat as I heard that word. No. Fuck that. He is my brother. This is out of control, and I'm over it.

"Stop it Tommy! You are seriously hurting me!" I whined like a little girl. I figured I should try new tactics. Whatever I had to do. He had shoved my head forward and my arm was painfully twisted behind my back. He would see reason, surely. I'm his baby sister. He won't really hurt me.

Tears were slowly leaking from my eyes, and only because I was trying hard to hold them back. I looked towards the coke on the desk. I could really use some more of that!

"C'mon Tommy, let go! Let's just do some more blow. Let's drink, I'll suck you off. Please! Just stop!" I begged, beginning to feel frantic and panicky. My mind was racing, my thoughts all jumbled in my brain. Something has to work, I have to get out of this!
 
I couldn't help but laugh at her suggestion.

"Oh no, slave, it's a little late for that," I growled. I had both her wrists in a vice grip in my hand, and I reached in front of her and roughly groped her tits through her sports bra, then grabbed the band at the bottom and pulled it up over her head and then down her arms, and with a couple twists had her wrists bound together tight.

I grabbed her hair again and yanked her head back and then walked around to stand in front of her, naked, my big dick hanging right in front of her face. "It's time to teach you a real lesson," I growled. My hand came up and then I slapped her hard across the face!
 
I gasped in surprise as my brother yanked my sports bra over my head and then bound my wrists behind my back extremely painfully. "Ouch Tommy! Fuck!" I exclaimed, still squirming around as much as I could. He had me by my hair, and it hurt. Tears were beginning to stream quickly down my cheeks. "Tommy..." I whimpered, begging him with my eyes. Doesn't he love me?

Then he slapped my face. Hard.

I screamed. Loudly. This sting of his hand reverberated down my spine. His cock was right at the same level as my mouth, and he was rock hard. The fucker was really getting off on this. I clamped my mouth shut, so he could not slide his cock into it, and tried like hell not to begin sobbing. I was getting pretty scared now. He had a strange look in his eye...one that I didn't recognize, and I just prayed he would just snap out of this.
 
She screamed, but only momentarily. Still, it was loud enough to cause some concern. I slapped her again, and then again, the second one hard enough to knock her down onto her side on the floor. With her hands bound behind her back, she was having some difficulty getting back up, and I took the short opportunity to get my "toys" down from the top of the closet. I set the shoebox on the desk and then looked down at her, still on the floor, so pitiful at my feet.

The first thing I pulled out was two pairs of handcuffs... I grabbed her by her neck and forced her to roll onto her chest, and replaced the ad-hoc sports-bra bindings with the cold steel handcuffs.

With the other pair, I made sure she couldn't go too far; I attached one cuff to her ankle, and the other to the frame of my bed, and then I dragged her up and onto the bed, sprawling her out across it on her chest. She was facing the wall now, her ass facing me. The next toy I produced was a ball gag...
 
I felt the sports bra being removed from my bound hands. I began to sigh in relief, until...

Within moments my brother had my wrists in handcuffs. I gulped, then began sobbing as I realized he didn't have any intentions of letting me go. Where had those come from? I glanced at his desk and saw a box that had not been there a moment ago. Tommy had a sinister look in his eye as he produced another set of handcuffs and attached one to my ankle. But instead of securing it to my other ankle, he attached it to his bed. I started to panic. I've never been claustrophobic but I could imagine it was comparable to this feeling.

"Tommy." With that he hoisted my naked body with ease onto his bed, on my belly facing away from him. "Tommy," I repeated, the panic evident in my tone. "Okay, you win. I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again. I have learned my...what is that?" I squeaked, watching him pull a red ball with a strap around it out of the box. Was he going to hit me with it? No. As he approached my face, I quickly realized it was meant to shut me up...

I freaked out.

"Stop it now Tommy don't do that I'll shut up I promise just don't gag me holy fuck STOP IT!" I shrieked, thrashing around on his bed, attempting futilely to escape. I was panting and crying and gasping for air, almost as if I were being choked. I have to stop him, I have to!
 
Okay, this screaming had to stop, now. "Shut up you bitch!" I grunted, climbing on top of her, straddling her back. I grabbed her by her hair with one hand and yanked back on her head, straining her neck. With my other hand, still holdin the ball gag, I grabbed a pillow and put it under her face as she continued to yell at me, and then forced her face down on the pillow, suffocating her!

She wiggled and writhed beneath me. Surely she thought I was going to kill her, but that was not my intention at all. Just as her fighting me seemed to be weakening, I pulled her head back, and as she gasped loudly for air, I forced the bright red ball gag into her mouth!

I fastened it securely behind her head and then climbed off her.

"That is much better," I said, as I looked down upon her. I went back to the box as she squirmed on my bed.

"What next..." I wondered aloud as I looked through my box of toys...
 
Oh my god. My own fucking brother is trying to kill me!!

I attempted, uselessly, to use my cuffed hands to hit him as he straddled me. His grip was strong on my hair, and thereby my head, pushing me deep into his pillow. I was screaming and crying. Well, he really is gonna do it. Kill me. I was losing oxygen quickly, feeling blackness wash over me...

Then he yanked me up almost as quickly as he had pushed me down. I gasped for air. I was in disbelief as to what had just happened.

Until he affixed the gag into my mouth.

And the bastard seemed satisfied that he would keep me quiet now. I glared at him through my blood-shot teary eyes. I was panting around the ball in my mouth, spitting saliva out the sides as I breathed heavily out of my nose. The second time I inhaled, I snorted a bit of coke that must have been lodged deep in my nostril. Ahhhh. I didn't tell him, of course. Not that I would have even if I was not bound and gagged.

I watched him as though the roles were reversed and he was my prey. He went back to that box. I waited. I kept the fight alive in my eyes. Damn him. I won't let him see me weak.

Just then I realized I have one weapon...my free leg. If I could get him to the right position so I could kick him...where Jenna? His nuts? His head? Knock him out? Then what? I sighed. Well perhaps the key to the cuffs is in that box, and if I can get off the bed and make it to his desk to retrieve the key with my mouth...

It was a very slim chance. But it was my only shot.
 
I stood at the desk for a minute, pondering my options. Then my eyes fell on the pile of coke. I quickly raked out a fat line and snorted it, loudly.

"Fuck, yes that's the stuff," I said, the wave of euphoria waking me up and wiping away any remnant grogginess. I looked back at my sister, bound and gagged on my bed, glaring at me. She was still wearing her panties. I grabbed the knife from the box and showed it to her. Her eyes grew wide with fear immediately.

Then I grabbed the blindfold. I walked over to her, around the side on which her ankle was bound, and climbed up next to her. I wrapped the blindfold around her head, covering her eyes, and tightened it firmly in place.

"You need to learn your place," I said as I retrieved the knife. I placed it on the bed as I grabbed her hips and pulled her up to her knees, so her ass was up in the air, presented for me.

"I recommend you stay very still," I said, grabbing the knife. I trailed the dull edge across the skin of her ass and the backs of her thighs, and then right along the slit of her pussy, still covered by the fabric of her boyshort panties...
 
I was doing pretty good, I think, at playing off my fear. I watched my brother do more coke. Asshole, I thought. I sniffed involuntarily after him. And of course he was loud as hell about it. Oh when I get out of this mess...I fumed.

Then...he showed me a knife that was in his box of wonders. My glare turned to a wide eyed look of panic and fear immediately. I couldn't hide that one.

I tried shaking my head no, begging for him to stop. I moaned through the stupid gag, but just more saliva dripped out of the sides. He approached me then, slowly, as if he had been reading my mind about trying to take him down, even walking by me on the side that my leg was cuffed to. I felt as though I may pass out. This couldn't get any worse!

Then he blind folded me. Wrong again.

Where the fuck had that come from? My mind had only seen the knife. I began to whimper as he again told me I needed to learn my place. He was no longer yelling at me. He was almost calm. Too calm.

Everything was black. Where did he go...oh there he is. He lifted my hips up, so that my ass was in the air. Not 12 hours ago I was begging him to touch me. Now I was scared to death.

"I recommend you stay very still."

I froze. I stopped whimpering. That's because I felt the cool steel blade of the knife tracing over my hot flesh. It made its way over the crotch of my panties, and I gasped...

And then moaned. What? The? Fuck?!!!

Oh but it felt gooood. But scary as hell. Was he going to take my panties off me now? Cut them off? Cut me? My pussy had already began to reach favorably to the sensation, to the danger of it all. My body betraying me yet again.
 
I breathed in deeply; her body had betrayed her. I could smell her arousal quite clearly, even through my cocaine-clogged nostrils. I leaned down close to her, the knife trailing along her skin up her back, and I groaned in her ear: "Pleasure from pain, slave? I can smell the stink of your arousal. You're a bitch in heat."

I dug the knife against her skin a bit more firmly now, across her shoulder blades; it was still the dull side, and it didn't break the skin, but she wouldn't know that. If anything, at this point, her mind would be fucking her into thinking I had actually cut her.

Should I? Really freak her out? This was just too much fun.

I grabbed her then and pulled her up, so she was kneeling upright on my bed. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, eliciting a pitiful whimper from her throat. I was kneeling behind her now, the knife trailing along her neck, under her chin, down to her shoulder and then down her chest, across her amazing perky big tits...

I pressed the dull side firmly into her skin, at the crook of her neck... And then a little more firmly still, before swiftly pulling the blade away.

My lips fell on the spot where the knife had been, and I started sucking on the skin there, as if I was a vampire, drinking her blood!

"Delicious..." I groaned in her ear, before moving away from her yet again and getting off the bed.
 
One moment I was struggling with my arousal, against my will, at being tied up, gagged and blind folded, the next I was seriously afraid for my life.

Okay. I'm officially freaking out now. My brother, my own flesh and blood, just cut me with his knife and drank my blood like he was some vampire or something! I felt it being drained from my body; it was as if my insides were being sucked from me.

"Tommy!" I screeched around the gag. I yelled and cried and writhed around attempting uselessly to escape.
 
Oh this was entirely too much fun.

I made sure my hard cock was pressed right into her ass while she writhed around helpless in my grip. When she screamed I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, the blade of the knife pressed lightly to her throat!

"Shut the fuck up bitch," I ordered. "You want to be disobedient, you suffer the consequences."

I could feel her tremble in my grip, terrified. I knew in her mind she could see and feel the nonexistent blood on her neck. I let some spit fall from my mouth in a gob on her neck, and the thick liquid rolled down across her tit...

I let the knife trail down the front of her nearly naked body, between her tits and then down to her crotch, slipping the blade under her boyshorts and pressing the flat of the blade firmly against her mound.
 
I cowered as he spoke threateningly to me. What exactly are his intentions? My mind was whirling. I know I am trapped. I'm at his mercy. All I can do is what he wants me to.

Then I felt the knife at my neck again! I screamed inside my head. My breathing was becoming ragged as I felt the blood trickling down my chest. I could feel my brothers hard cock against my ass, the cock I had not long ago willingly sucked on.

How much blood was covering me? I could picture myself with my own blood covering my breasts.

I shivered again as he trailed the knife down my body and into my panties. That's when I really began to freak out. My body writhed back against him in protest, until I felt it stop, pressing hard against my sex. My breath really began coming out in short pants.

Please, Tommy. Please don't hurt me! I'm your little sister! I begged in my mind.
 
With a single swift movement, I turned the knife and sliced away from her, cleaning cutting the thin fabric of her boyshorts! I quickly cut the other side and they fell off her. I grabbed them and raised them to my face, inhaling deeply the scent of her wetness, which coated the crotch.

"This all has got you pretty hot, huh slut?" I asked her, whispering in her ear. I dropped the knife and with my free hand unclasped the ball gag. It fell out of her mouth, and I groped at one of her big yummy titties.

"Answer me slave!"
 
I was whimpering as he cut off my panties. I could hear him inhale deeply, assumedly smelling my panties, and when he asked it this was making me hot, I winced.

Was it? I wasn't sure anymore. My mind was playing tricks on me. I had felt my pussy gush it's juices earlier, but surely that was not because I was turned on. It was because I was scared. Or remembering earlier sexual events with my brother. Or...

Or I was excited by this.

No. I liked the playing game of being his slave. But not this. This is taking it way to the extreme.

Just then the gag fell out of my mouth and I felt his hands on my breast as he growled at me to answer him. I moaned instinctively, more because of the relief of having that gag removed. Not because he was touching me.

I stammered, "N-n-no, Tommy. P-p-lease. S-s-s-stop." I began shaking again, hoping he would recognize the fear in both my voice and my body and have mercy on me!
 
"Oh I think you love it..." I said, and rubbed her shredded, wet panties in her face.

"You start screaming again, and you get the gag again," I told her, still rubbing her panties on her face. I bent her forward then, keeping her now-bare ass in the air, presented for my use. I left the panties right next to her face on the bed. I got behind her, stroking my cock with one hand and running my other hand over her firm ass.

My fingers trailed across her asshole, and then down... Across her juicy cunt lips...

Two fingers slid in, deeply and firmly...
 
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