My Brother’s Toy

Part 3

By Solomon

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

The next few days went by totally uneventful even though I had many of my own sick thoughts and desires. I had barely seen my brother and that made me wonder if he was trying to avoid me for some reason. The time alone had given me plenty of hours to understand my conflicted feelings over my new station in life. I’m sure I’m unique in my thoughts, but I had come to a new realization over how I felt about sex that explained many episodes involving past boyfriends.

Simply put, I liked the feeling of getting used. A remark that Joey had made shored that up in my mind. I really think that getting used as little more than a piece of meat, coupled with the plausible deniability of the situation, that I felt free to enjoy being an object of someone’s lust. Just about anything could happen and my guilt over doing it, or even things being done to me, was washed away by the fact that I had to do it. I’m sure that was why I allowed my brother to take that picture of me coming out of the shower. Since it didn’t look posed for, I could always claim that I hadn’t even known of its existence.

I was beginning to question my own perversions in this agreement my brother and I had struck. Since coming to terms with liking the fact of being used as a cheap whore I tried hard to figure out why such control would sexually incite me to such a massive high. Come on… sucking off my own brother? Agreeing to allow him to fuck me? I think the key was in that word “control”. Being under the thumb of a strong dominant hand, in this case enforced through blackmail, made it easy to view what was happening to me as my fantasies were simply coming true to life. Perhaps the best instance to relate to that fact would be how Joey held my head when he had forced me to swallow his cum both times. Never could I ever have brought myself to do that for any guy willingly, but when he had taken away my ability to refuse it, my guilt was washed away and I could see it as nothing more than a sexual act that many other girls wouldn’t mind at all. Certainly it all boiled down to those two words, guilt and control. The control removed my guilt and freed me to be able to do those things for my brother.

I also spent a lot of time thinking about sperm. Growing up as soon as a girl learns about the stuff we become fixated on how disgusting of a fluid it is and how even allowing it into our bodies in the typical way was next to raw filth. But then there was that learning curve that the older girls invoked that told us youngsters that sometimes it was more precious than disgusting. We’re always amazed at how a guy can produce such fluid on command and all that it takes to make it come spewing from their bodies. Until Joey had proven to me that girls can cum as well, I had never known that we were even able to produce any bodily fluid of the equivalent. Sure, when pregnant we can make milk, but that’s more along the lines of an orange. We aren’t in charge of those tiny milk sacs exploding on command; even that fluid has to be extracted from our bodies by the suckling motion of a baby. And we don’t even produce that milk of our own volition as it comes with the pregnancy.

In the end, I knew the second I woke up this morning that my own distorted new views on sex needed to be replenished today. I planned even before getting out of bed that I needed more of what my brother had to offer. I also knew that it would take little more than for me to merely place myself in front of my brother’s eyes to illicit his response. Since I had barely seen him in three days and spoken less than a few sentences to him that just finding a path to cross would be the biggest obstacle to capture his attention. After showering I decided that the first thing I should do would be in the way of a provocative dress. I wore a tight halter top with no bra, and even decided to go commando down below. Looking in the mirror I saw any perverted voyeur’s dream. I had easily made myself look available.

Joey was use to getting up around noon during the summer vacations from school, and since he hadn’t pleased mom by finding a job yet, so it went today. But when he did finally awaken, he once again flew out the door to meet up with his friends. As horny as I was, that lead to an immediate frustration. So, when he came back an hour later to retrieve some of his music collection, I just about jumped in front of him so he could get a good view of my nipples through the thin material of my top. I had even tweaked my nipples before hand to get them nicely erect and full. It worked a little as I caught him staring directly at them.

Just as he was about to go back out the front door, he turned to me and stated, “Looking nice there sis.” He giggled a little and added, “I see by the nipples that someone’s getting a little bored.”

I was mortified that he had read me so well and that my attempt to remain a tiny bit modest had failed entirely. But in the end he had still run out the door. The bastard, either by accident or intention, came back through the door a minute later. It seems he forgot one of his albums and he ran back upstairs to get it. But before he left he made an effort to find me in the kitchen and made a run at my humility.

Joey grabbed his own crotch in a lewd manor and said, “Need a little Joey I see. I’ll be back in an hour, so be ready.”

Stunned to see him catching on so quickly, I searched for a way to minimize my embarrassment and finally blurted out just as he left, “I was just thinking about your promise to me.”

By that I meant that I wanted to hold him to helping me cum a second time but wasn’t too sure that he had caught my drift. In reality, I did want him to do that to me again since I had tried twice now with virtually no measurable result. I was pleased however that he more or less gave me a time frame to know that he was indeed ready to take another run at me, but as I thought about it, I wondered who needed whom the most here. Which one of us might take the trophy over being more perverse seemed more and more of a toss up? He might need me now and then, but after what had gone on between us, I was clearly developing a lust for the thrill he was providing me. After getting over the mortification of throwing myself at him, I spent the rest of my time alone wondering just what might happen when he got back. And as well, what did he mean to be ready for him? Did he expect something special? Just in case I decided to make him a little lunch to play the submissive in all this again.

I had begun cursing him out when it was going on two hours for leaving me in such a fettered array. I knew he was trying to vex me and torture my mind by taking so long. But the second I heard him coming through the door, I smiled knowing that playtime was about to happen and all my insecurities vanished instantly.

Little did I know that I hadn’t been the only one working on the next idea, because if I had of given it any thought, I might have been a bit more skeptical of the gleam in Joey’s eyes. The first thing he did before even speaking a word was to spin me around and push me up face first against the hall wall. I got a little feisty with him and demanded that he let me go, but who was I kidding. I was only fighting for the fight of it. He probably knew by now that I needed him to overcome my natural female reluctance just as much as I did. And that he did!

I was held in that position for several minutes as Joey took his time exploring my vital points over and over. He whispered in my ear how he knew I had gone braless to attract his attention and not only did he like it, but advised me to use it as a silent sign for him in the future. When he seemed fixed on ravaging my nipples he began telling me how much he loved everything about my boobs. He complained how most girls he had been with had large chests and that they turned him off more than anything. It seemed he didn’t like the sloppiness of them or how their nipples rarely got hard like mine. And apparently he even liked the small, somewhat cone-shape of my girls because they reminded him of a younger girl just blooming. Not to mention that when I was on my back, they were taut enough to hold their shape.

After allowing his hands to roam south, he began to tell me what he liked about my “crotch goodies” as well. Evidently, Cindy (a past girlfriend I knew well) had very large and protruding vaginal lips that turned him off. I found that odd since he had told me she had been one of the girls that he had made cum like a boy in the past. I questioned him about that and all he said was that every guy liked a little variety now and then.

I made a very obvious jump when his fingers wandered around and down the back of my pants. When he brushed against my anus it invoked an involuntary reaction of trying to get away from his appendages. After going back to that hot spot several times, I worked to hold still just enough to give him a chance to play there a little. It felt good, but I told him he could never put anything else there in the future. He didn’t say anything, so I could only hope that he had no interest in fucking the back door. I have always been afraid of trying that because I really didn’t think I could handle the average size implement that might want to go there.

Things grew wild quickly when Joey pulled my hands back and held them together behind my back. I guess that was what spurred him into thinking about restraining me, because his next questions were over whether I had ever let a guy tie me down before or used hand cuffs on me.

“Are you kidding me,” I exclaimed. “I’m not about to let myself get put in that position. I wouldn’t be able to control a single…” and my voice trailed off. I knew I had either answered a question about something he had in mind for me, or else may be giving him an idea or two. Sure enough, he whispered in my ear to go upstairs with him. I turned around to see one very aroused and horny dude. We he saw I was becoming reluctant to play, he physically helped usher me up the stairs.

In his room he shut the door and told me to take off my top. Before I did that I asked for some idea of what I was going to be in for and he went to his closet for something. When he came back he showed me a pair of fur-lined hand cuffs that he had apparently used on some of his past girls. I began shaking my head side-to-side to indicate my refusal to go along with what he had in mind.

Joey bellowed, “Get the fucking shirt off… now!”

His voice was so demanding that even though I was wincing over what might come to me, I did as he had ordered. I felt very nude all of a sudden as I watched him twirling those cuffs. I never would have expected what he ordered next.

“Good girl! Now, get over here and turn around, and put your hands behind your back.”

All I could do was shake my head the tiniest bit.

“Get the fuck over here and do as you’re told bitch.”

There was that word again. I knew it might be very fitting, but I still didn’t like being called one. I knew he meant it much different than what it might have meant at any other time, and it did sound very sexual in this situation, however I still remembered him calling me that right after taking advantage of me that first night. I guess he saw I was losing my willingness to comply and sweetly added, “Every girl wants to try this at one time or another, so who better to break you in to it than your brother. Now, get over here and do as you were told.”

I was still shivering in fear, but he was right. Any other guy might have left me tied up or exposed to other people finding me restrained, but he wouldn’t take that chance. I walked over to him very slowly, and even more slowly turned around. I moved my hands behind my back and felt the first cuff snap around my wrist, and then the second one. My chest heaved heavily as I realized how much of a captive I was for him now and said a little prayer that he would play nice.

Joey had more plans for me. He backed me up to his closet door and had me hold still for him as he got another item from his closet. It was a piece of rope that he tied to the middle of the cuffs and then threw the other end over the door, and tied it to the knob after hoisting my hands into the air which bent me forward. He shut the door so the rope couldn’t slip off the top of it.

He left the room and when he came back I was horrified. He had come back with the instant camera and I started cussing him out. To finally shut me up, he told me that I could hold the pictures after I was released, but that I had to promise not to destroy them. I may have had to shut up, but I still felt a great deal of trepidation over having any more pictures taken of me.

It started out with him taking two pictures of me hunched over with my boobs falling forward. He pointed out how my nipples were extremely hard and thus proved I was turned on. Anything I could have said might have made things worse, so I just kept my mouth shut. He sat the camera down on the bed, came over to me and pulled off my shorts. When he saw I hadn’t worn any panties he went nuts on harassing me about it. I was ordered repeatedly to spread my legs for more pictures and when I finally did as I was told, I closed my eyes to shut out the vulgarity of the pictures he wanted to take of me close up and personal. He even held one of my legs in the air and demanded that I hold it there for a couple more pictures.

When he was done he threw the camera back on the bed and slowly took off his pants. Obviously in this position he was going to stand in front of me for another blowjob, but I was very surprised when he turned my body sideways and came up behind me. He kicked my legs apart as far as the door would allow and began rubbing the head of his cock through my lips to find his place. When he began fucking himself into me I was pushed forward and all but swung on the rope. I had no way of keeping my balance of even to hold still. One thing was very clear though; in this half bent over position it made the coupling very easy and nearly a direct hit for him.

Seeing that I was going to keep falling away from him, he held onto my hips so I couldn’t get too far away from his efforts. He fucked me like that for a minute or two and then stopped and pulled out of me. After getting the pillow case off his pillow, he came over and blindfolded me with it. I asked him what that was supposed to accomplish but he refused to answer. He went back to fucking me and was proving himself to be quite a disciplinarian of sexual interlude. Being stripped down, handcuffed and trussed into a bent fashion, and then taking away my vision all worked to heighten my pleasure in ways I couldn’t begin to put into words. I was at another person’s mercy to treat me well, and in the end I would feel very glad to have allowed him those first restraining devices. As he had pointed out earlier, with anyone else this domination of me would have had a side to it too frightening to make it even slightly enjoyable. Yet here I was flopping around trying to hold my balance, half swinging from my wrists with a good deal of discomfort, and in the absolutely most outrageous position I could ever think of; yet I’d scream bloody murder if he didn’t keep fucking me.

However, the most peculiar aspect to this whole episode wasn’t so much about my satisfaction. As I felt my brother struggling with holding me in place and working to feel all those subtle nuances it takes to make a male able to ejaculate, I was more worried about Joey getting off and having a pleasurable time with me. A week ago I would have found all this so infuriating that a male would be using a female for little more than his own gratification, and now it was all I could think about. I would actually be very upset if I thought he wasn’t having a great time fucking me far more than whether or not I climaxed. Hell, I really didn’t even care at the moment whether I got off or not. And that was when I came to the reasoning that this blackmail had a delightful side to it. It had been years since I had worried about what happened to my brother, whether good or bad, and now all I wanted was for him to really enjoy himself. True, I could probably never admit that to him in a million years, but truth be told…

Even as I continued getting bumped forward with every thrust, my hands and wrists aching, my back tortured by this ridiculous position; I longed for every hint that he was thoroughly being pleasured with his little sister’s orifice. I found my self not fantasizing over images that would make me climax, but over the way Joey had been treating me the past week. He might be out to please himself, but he was also looking after my needs in a way I hadn’t seen since he had stuck up for me on the playground in grade school. Even when he had eaten my pussy, for him it may have been the very act that made him happy, but that hadn’t diminished the fact of how hard he had worked each time to pleasure me to no end.

When I did hear the telltale signs of Joey’s approaching orgasm, that was when I finally worked to meet him there at the same time. Furiously I changed my temperament so as to incite my own volatile reaction to his intrusions into me. I clamped down on his shaft as hard as I could and tried adamantly to meet his every piercing slam into me. I heard booming grunts and groans before realizing they were coming from me. And even though my eyes had been darkened, light was flittering around in front of me as my own climatic explosion seemed perfectly timed to those final deep and halting plunges into me. I felt my insides warming from his deposit and grabbed for his shaft with my internal muscles as if to milk every drop from him. I felt him pushing as deep as he possibly could into me one final time, heard his amazing groan of pleasure as he held himself buried deep inside me, and felt his fingers desperately grabbing at my hips to keep me from moving even the slightest amount away from him.

In a throaty groan I proclaimed, “That was so fucking wild…”

I had blown it! Why in the world would I have said something so damn telling as that? My own plausible denials to this sickness between us had escaped from my lips. Joey knew now that this wasn’t just about his hold over me with his tapes, but he had in fact forced me into a whole new element of life. Sure I could protest his efforts and be as reluctant as any other girl, but now he knew that he had a way with me that would make the ends justify the means. My greatest secret that even I had just begun to understand was now shared by the both of us over those few slipped words of excitement. And it wasn’t going to be lost on him as I would immediately find out.

As I hung there from the door waiting for him to release me, Joey ever so calmly stated, “I knew you liked this as much as me.”

The pillow case was removed from around my head and having no answer I wanted my brother to know I chose not to speak at all. I felt him undoing the rope from around the cuffs and sighed as I was able to stand upright again and flexed backwards to relax my muscles. I could feel his ejaculate running down my thighs; a feeling I always had found foul in the past, but now seemed more like a triumphant statement of fact.

I stood with my back to him waiting for the removal of the cuffs but he walked out of the room after telling me to wait there for him. I was puzzled! I knew the drill well. After the guy gets off, all his sexual desires fly a million miles away instantly. So, what could he have planned for me now?

A minute or so later, he came back into the room with a tape in his hand. I knew it was one of the blackmail tapes and wondered what he was up to. He threw the tape on the bed and then came over to release my hands from the cuffs. As I worked my hands over my wrists to relieve the pain of having been trussed up for so long, I asked, “And now what? What are you going to do with that?”

Joey smiled at me a moment and asked, “If the tapes went away right now, what would you do?”

I blurted out that first there was only one tape there on the bed, and then told him how delighted I would be to know they were destroyed.

“And if I came up to you tomorrow and put you against a wall to finger fuck you, would you run from me?”

I asked, “What do you mean?”

Joey responded, “If I destroyed the tapes right now, would all this be over?”

Now it was very clear what he meant. Would it take the blackmail evidence to insure he could take me at will? How was I supposed to answer him? How did I want to answer him? I had fixed my mind into accepting his taking advantage of me and truly expected it to go on until he grew tired of toying with me; but now it seemed like he was offering to free me of this putrid and undeniable hold he had. I knew what would be expected to be said by any normal person, but the closeness we had shared the past week seemed nearly too precious to just go away now. Especially since my brother had taught me so many new aspects of life. What was I to say?

“Well, you want the tapes and just go our separate ways? You’d be free of me!”

I wasn’t sure his words were to punish me, or reward me for having complied to his whims so well. There were too many facets to be considered over his question. Yeah, I wanted to feel safe again and free of who might one day witness me giving my own brother a horrendous blowjob, but no, no I didn’t know for sure that I wanted our new world to just fizzle away. I had seen such a different side to Joey and even though he was more often belittling me than pleasuring my mind, I just didn’t know what to say.

And then he forced an answer from me. If for no other reason I knew I needed more time to absorb the enormity of being free from him again. I realized my silence was somewhat of an answer in itself and tried to form words to scream out – free me, but they just weren’t coming.

“Then I guess I should just hide this tape again and ask you later, huh?” With that he picked up the tape and held it out to me as if to taunt me with what I wanted.

I realized I was ever so slowly working my head back and forth in a surrealistic shake to indicate the word “no”, and then he dropped it on the floor. I looked down at it just as he slammed his foot down onto it, destroying it for sure. I looked back up at him and found my mouth wide open. For some reason I had to know!

“What… what about the other one?”

There was that damn smirk of his again, but this time I would later agree was very welcomed.

“Oh, I’m going to keep that one. There’s no way I’m going to give up the most satisfying piece of porn I’ve ever had. But don’t worry! You’ve done as you were told and took it like a trooper. You’re safe now!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I should be screaming in joy that this whole mess was over with, but… I still wasn’t sure I wanted that at all. I kept looking between him and the smashed tape on the floor. Even now his words were inflating my ego by telling me that he considered his copy of the tape as his favorite and most cherished porn video. I felt like I would be robbing my own dear, sweet brother by taking that away from him.

I finally managed to stutter, “I’m free now… you won’t… you know, you won’t touch me again?”

I guess my incredulous way of having phrased that question had said more than anything. In an instant Joey lunged at me, backed me into his closet door, and began twisting at my right boob and lapping at it. His hand went to my other tit and began kneading it like pliable putty. My hands wrapped around his head and held it tight to my body. I didn’t even really take notice of what I was doing until he stood upright again and allowed my nipple to flop haphazardly from his lips.

“I knew it! You’re hooked now. Just remember that.”

Joey ordered me to get my clothes and get out of his room. Without saying a word I did as I was told, all the while wondering what had just happened to my world. I picked up the tape off the floor, and snatched the pictures he had just taken of me off his bed, and took them with me to insure they were disposed of properly. At his door I turned in defiance of his abrupt dismissal of me and asked, “You swear you won’t show that other tape to anyone? Promise?”

All he did was smile, but I had come to believe his word was now as good as gold. I trudged back to my room, nude and with his deposit still running messily down my thighs. I closed my door and sat on my bed. All I could do was blankly stare into space, and then finally I felt through my labia to collect any amount of his semen I could. I held it out in front of me and stared at the slightness of it for several moments. Without any real thought, I brought my hand to my face and lapped at my brother’s last remaining remnants; his very essence. I struggled to taste sperm for the first time in my life and wondered where things would go from here.

I remembered the picture I had allowed him to take of me three days earlier and wondered what would happen to that, as well. Somehow that didn’t bother me in the least. Even if my own mother saw it, it would only be the problem of the person that had taken it, not mine. Normally a shower would be in order, but instead I found myself getting dressed to go for a walk. I suddenly had an urge to be with friends; as if I had been abandoned by my best friend and needed reassurance that I would be okay.

As I walked to the favorite hangout spot, everything that had just happened over the last hour kept running through my mind. It wasn’t until just before coming upon my best girlfriend waiting with a huge smile that a glimmer of hope came to me. Perhaps Joey had given me a key of sorts to cling to, to hold onto until I understood it better. He had asked, “If I destroyed the tapes right now, would all this be over?”

Perhaps it was little to take away from all that had gone on between us, or was it just a new twist in the ways things were to be? I instantly broke out into a skipping motion as I ran up to hug on my girl.

She pushed me away to arms length and asked excitedly, “Girl, is that sex I smell on you?”

For a very brief moment I felt embarrassed knowing that she had to be smelling that last lick I had taken of Joey’s precious fluids and answered her defiantly, “Bitch!”

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