She had ceased to try to speak now. Sobs, moans and all sorts of little cries were rent from her. Head bent over the edge of the table, she avoided looking at the cock of Robert which prodded manfully up to her view. His eyes were blank yet had a staring of wildness as well they might have done. It occurred to me that he must have been already bound-by Bertha obviously-while Sarah was being stripped and so all her charms had been presented to his gaze. He has seen her snatch, I thought, and he has his prick up. It was a wicked thought, but I could not avoid it.
“No-no-no-please!” Sarah howled, finding voice again while the crest of our brother’s penis seemed to quiver ever more eagerly.
“Cup his balls, Bertha, and hold them tight. I wish him not to come. He has had a fine sight of her and will be rampant for hours,” my stepmother said, thus echoing my thoughts.
“A nice pair he has and full of cream, I’d lay a wager, m’am,” Bertha chuckled, doing as she was told while Robert’s eyes bulged. His testicles looked like two large eggs on her palm which she kept tightly pressed up.
Sweee-isssh! The whip sounded for the last time, on this occasion coming well up beneath poor Sarah’s burning bottom so that her hips jerked violently and a shrill series of wild sobs were rent from her.
My stepmother turned to me then, a finger at her lips and pointed to a side table on which stood a small pot. I gazed bemused for a moment but then she clicked her fingers impatiently and so I hurried to it and handed to her the little glazed receptacle that I saw was filled with cream. Having done so, I stepped back, fearful that Sarah might somehow see me. Letting the whip slide to the floor, my stepmother dipped her little finger within and then deftly applied the cream to the little wrinkled orifice that peeped between my sister’s nether cheeks.
Sarah’s head shot up immediately and she screeched and tried in vain to wriggle madly. At that she received such a slap on her bottom as made her howl, whereat the cream was applied more generously and then to my awed gaze a forefinger was eased up within her bottomhole, half inch by half inch. At that Sarah’s mouth opened wide as did her eyes. A gritting screech escaped her. Her bottom waggled, but being invaded as it was could do no other than accept the salute.
“Very well, Bertha,” said my stepmother amid Sarah’s gargling sounds.
At that, Bertha loosed the bonds behind Robert’s back and prodded him firmly forward. Seeing his stiff cock then so close, Sarah waggled her face madly from side to side the while that her legs strained as the forefinger eased now more powerfully back and forth in her tight fundament.
“Hold her nose, Bertha, and put it in,” snapped my stepmother.
I could not believe what I heard, but with that Bertha took hold of our brother’s pulsing tool with one hand and with the other pinched Sarah’s nostrils so that her mouth was forced to open. As deftly as a plum might be inserted in the mouth, so then was Robert’s prick between her lips. His eyes appeared to come out on stalks and his head hung back with a look of perfect ecstasy on his face.
“Gaaaar!” Sarah choked, but so swiftly was the introduction made that a full four inches of Robert’s thrumming stem were now buried between her lips. To add to her sensations then, our stepmother removed her finger with a faint PLOP! and gave my sister’s bottom a hearty smack.
“NOW my dear, you will remain so. Bertha will release your nose and I shall stand steady with the whip. Should you attempt to eject Robert’s prick from your mouth, I shall whip you hard for a full ten minutes and without a pause. Be certain, Sarah, of my determination in this matter. Very well, Bertha. I shall give her but one more taste of the thongs to remind her of her fate should she choose to disobey. So!”
The cry that came from Sarah as the many thongs hissed across her now fully pink and quite adorable bottom was of course utterly choked back and suppressed by the throbbing rod within her mouth. True to her word, however, our stepmother let the whip hang loose to her thigh whereat Bertha released her hold on Sarah’s nose.
“Keep your prick in her mouth now, Robert, but do not come. You hear me!”
Robert could not reply, of course. His mouth hung open like a yokel’s. Moving slightly sideways I saw that Sarah’s lips were compressed tightly and no doubt desperately about the fleshy stalk. Her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes were closed. She moaned interminably in her throat. I loved, her then-so strange a thing to say but so defenseless and so beautiful she looked.
“Suck a little on it, Sarah. Come, dear, do it. I shall know by the movements of your cheeks if you are obeying,” came softly from our stepmother who quite tenderly then stroked my sister’s hair with one hand and her quivering bottom with the other. I could but guess however dimly at what then was passing in Sarah’s mind and how scorched her poor bottom must feel. I felt compassion for her, and no less tenderly than the urging stroking of the hands about her. Hot flushed as she was her cheeks sucked in once and then with a gargling cry puffed out again.
“Very well, that will do. Out with it, Robert, and turn your face to the wall. You have seen today more than you have merited:”
Turned about he then was by Bertha and quite roughly. Poor thing. I did feel for him. Our stepmother bent then to untie Sarah’s ankles, but then suddenly appeared to recall my presence. Motioning Bertha not to let my sister turn her head-though such would have been exceedingly difficult for her to do-she ushered me out through a quietly opened door.
“Return to the house. Sarah will soon be out. You must comfort her, you know,” she said almost quaintly.
I wanted to. It was my task to do so, as I saw it. I would kiss her poor bottom and comfort her indeed.
“We shall have time to talk later,” my stepmother added, which saying gave me a feeling of ever greater importance so I took myself quickly back into the house and there awaited Sarah’s return. Indeed so impatient was I that I peeped from my bedroom window which gave out on to the garden and in but a few moments saw her stumbling back, her hair awry and bodice open. She was not crying but had a hollow look on her face.
I left my door open, pretending to be busy and of great innocence. Upon mounting the stairs I heard her give a little wail which I knew was intended to draw my attention and so hurried out on to the landing and gazed down in seeming wonder upon her.
“Oh, Clara!”
It was then that she gave way fully to emotion and so stumbled against the wall that I ran down a few steps to her side and supported her.
“Sarah, what ails you? How dusty your dress is!”
“You d… d… do not know what has h… h… happened to me!”
“Come to your room, dearest, and lie down. Tell me all”
Led sobbing into her room, she fell upon her bed in a posture of abandonment, lying on her tummy. I sat beside her and stroked her hair, much indeed as our stepmother had done but long moments before.
“Tell me all. What is so terrible? Where are the others? Have you been attacked?”
So well did I act my part that I chided myself inwardly for my duplicity. As I sat back, Sarah’s head moved and slumped into my lap. At any other time the gesture would have been one of great innocence, but I was no longer in that state. The side of her mouth was upon my thigh, above my stocking top. I felt its softness and its moisture through my dress and could not but help think that these were the same lips that had enfolded themselves around Robert’s cock.