My Sister the Whore by Daniel Waterhouse
I couldn't believe it! My parents put my teen sister Sherry, the slag who tramped around town with anybody who'd buy her something pretty, in charge of me for the night while they were away on a business trip. I'm the responsible one, not her! I have plans for my career. I don't prance around getting drunk and jumping everything with a penis and a pulse. Okay, I'm only twelve, but shouldn't my parents be able to look past that and see me as an individual? Sherry's such a little fucking charmer though, she gargles a mouthful of spunk and then comes home and makes nice with our parents cooking for them and acting all cheerful. Brown nosing bitch! So I've decided to get my revenge on Sherry. I admit my ideas here aren't original - they're inspired by some of my dad's favourite porn sites. He's really bad at choosing passwords - so predictable!
Granted, Sherry is quite nice looking. she has a fairly large pair of tits and a curvy but not fat ass, her face looks like one of the ones on the models in those mail order clothes catalogues - symmetrical and unblemished. She's already fairly tall at five feet ten, with long legs. And she has long, silky brown hair. And she's always smiling. She even smiles when she says, "Well, you may be a bit short and plain now but I'm sure you'll get prettier when your grow up." Okay, I may be short, I may wear my blonde hair in a severe ponytail, I may be thin and flat chested, I may have a little acne and maybe I don't smile much, but then there's a lot to be sad about. People die of cancer, people die in wars and famines and one day our civilization will probably be destroyed by a meteor or something. It's depressing. Maybe if I was stupid like Sherry I'd grin like a simpleton all the time, but I'm not.
Fortunately, she put me to bed at ten, then went out and got hammered and did God knows what else. I waited till she left, got up, made myself some hot chocolate and settled down with a book until she got home at which point I turned out the light and pretended to be asleep. What book? "The Doctor's Plague" by Sherwin Nuland, if you must know. It's about the time before doctors knew about the germ theory of disease. Lots of women died of a disease called childbirth fever. A doctor called Ignac Semmelweiss discovered that this was due to the fact that they would conduct an autopsy of one woman who had died from the disease and then go straight to delivering another baby without washing their hands - pretty gross! I'll wash my hands conscientiously when I'm a a doctor. But I disgress. Sherry was lying passed out naked on her bed in a drunken stupor. Not like me, I wear pajamas - see, I'm responsible and sensible! I waited until she was definitely asleep and took the plastic ties I'd bought from the hardware store out of the drawer of my bedside cabinet.
I got out of bed and went into her room. It was quite hot so she was sleeping without the covers on and she was naked. She was face down, with her arms and legs sprawled in a somewhat unglamorous sprawl. The room was fairly sufficiently brightly lit by the moonlight from the window that I could see around me. I could see the posters of various untalented bands, the stuffed animals that festooned her bed and a thousand other indications of the fact that she was a shallow bitch. She was drunk, so she was probably not sleeping too deeply and so I had to be quiet and careful. I quietly removed the stuffed animals. I carefully moved her legs so they were together. She stirred slightly but didn't wake. I slipped one of the plastic ties around her ankles and pulled it until it was only slightly slack. Then I moved her arms together and tied them with a plastic tie. Having secured Sherry, I pulled both plastic ties tight. Now I could wake her. I turned her body over roughly, she grumbled vaguely but was still half asleep.
Then I grabbed both her nipples and twisted them hard! That woke her up!
"What the fuck?" said Sherry with her usual articulateness. Why don't people speak in proper sentences? She struggled weakly against the plastic ties.
I turned on the light on her bedside table. She squinted and grunted slightly. After a minute or two her eyes adjusted to the light and she looked at me. "Samantha? What's going on? Why am I tied up?"
"Why are you tied up? Because you're a bitch and you get away with murder around here! So I'm going to punish you," I said, shaking with rage and excitement. I was breathing hard and my pussy was starting to get wet.
I took off my pajamas and grabbed her breasts and kneaded them hard, digging my short nails into them.
"That fucking hurts!" protested Sherry.
"Good!" said I. Then I drew my right hand, the stronger one back as far as possible and swung it toward her face, slapping her hard. Her head jerked to the side and she gave a loud cry of pain. My hand smarted a little but I barely noticed. I was buzzing with lust and I felt like my pussy juice was running down my leg.
I climbed onto the bed and positioned my cunt over her face. "Open your mouth!"
"Gross! No way!"
I sighed. "I really hate making threats, but I'll just tell you this one. I have a scalpel in my bedroom. We live a long way from anybody else. Nobody will hear you, no matter what I do to you. You're going to lick me out or you're going to have some ugly scars - your choice."
"You wouldn't!" Sherry said, her eyes wide with surprise and fear.
I slapped her big tits really hard, one with each hand and then I bit one of her nipples really hard. Sherry started to cry. I lay on top of her, running my hand over her body. "If you cross me you'll regret it but I'll make you feel good if you cooperate," I whispered in her ear, my breath disturbing her hair. She smelled a bit ripe. She'd been dancing or soemthing and hadn't had a shower to get rid of the stale sweat. I liked the smell. I licked her neck and enjoyed the salty taste of her sweat.
I put my fingers into her snatch and they came away wet. I licked the musty tasting pussy juice off my fingers and licked my lips. "Mmmmm!!! Seems like you're already feeling good!" I put my fingers into her pussy again and then put them in her mouth. "Suck!" She licked her cunt juice off my fingers.
I got up, lowered my snatch onto her mouth and she started to lick. At first she wasn't very tentative and unenthusiastic but after a few minutes she srted to get into it and her tongue flicked into the folds of my labia and scraped over my clitoris. Little shocks of pleasure srtated to race through my body and I grunted and twitched with pleasure until I came.
I moved down the bed till my face was level with her cunt. "I think you deserve a little reward for that."
I licked her for a few minutes until she was even juicier and then I stuck two fingers into her. They went in easily and I pumped them in an out for a while and she moaned and gasped with pleasure. Her vagina was nowhere near being stretched to its limits and this presented an opportunity. I took the two fingers out and started to work my whole fist into her. Now her cunt really was stretched wide. I pumped my fist in and out while Sherry writhed with pleasure. "You have your twelve-year-old sister's fist in your cunt! How does that feel? You must be such a fucking slut because your cunt's so wide I can get my whole fist into it. How does that feel?" Obviously it felt pretty good because a few second later she came loudly, her whole body bucking with ecstasy.
I took my fist out and waited until she came back to her senses. "What now?" she aked.
"Well, I need the toilet," I said.
"So you're going to untie me?"
"No, I'm going to use you as a toilet," I said.
"You can't," she said.
"You're not really in a position to make that decision," I said.
Then I moved until I was above her face and started to pee on her. She tried moving her face to the side but it didn't really work. "Aww gross!" she said, giving me the opportunity to pee in hr mouth, she tried to spit it out but I'm pretty sure she swallowed some of it. Then I moved down her body covering her tits and torso with pee.
Sherry sobbed with disgust at what I'd done to her and I smiled. "I think I need number two as well."
"No!" she said and she started screaming and wiggling on the bed in a desperate and utterly vain attempt to escape.
After a few minutes she was spent and lay still shaking with fear, unable to scream anymore because her voice was hoarse.
I squatted over her and squeezed out a couple of shits onto her stomach. Then I squashed them with my hands and smeared them on her stomach and tits. Now she was screaming despite her sore throat. I smeared some shit on her face and flicked a piece into her open mouth. She tried to get rid of it but ended up swallowing it and she finally stopped screaming. My pussy on the over hand was screaming for some attention and my heart was racing. Whover said power was an aphrodisiac was right on the money and the pussy juice running down my legs was the proof. I wiped my dirty hands on her bedclothes and then started to rub my pussy on her clean legs while she lay sobbing with humiliation. After a few minutes I came hard. My body shook with pleasure and I cried out.
After a few minutes I came downfrom my high and pulled her duvet over her and rubbed it on her body so it was covered in shit and piss. I tutted and shook my head. "What a mess! You'd better clean it up. I went to my room, got my scalpel and cut her ties.
"How do you know I won't do anything or tell anyone?" she asked.
I smiled. "So your plan is to tell mum and dad you went out and got slaughtered and then I raped you and peed and shat all over you?"
"I guess not," she said reluctantly.
Oddly enough, she stopped making catty comments about my appearance and sometimes I would catch an expression of fear on her face when I was nearby. It was an improvement of sorts. The End...possibly, unless I decide to write a sequel.
