She tapped at his door first, then pushed it open. The bed was a mess and there were dirty clothes piled in the corner. A guitar with a busted string leaned against one wall and there were empty beer cans littered around. She uncapped a half-full bottle of bourbon on the dresser and smelled.
"Wow! Strong!" But she felt daring tonight. She tipped the bottle up and took a swallow. It went down like molten lead but she bravely swallowed again and recapped the bottle. The booze gave her an immediate buzz. She felt warm and easy-flowing. It wasn't bad at all – except for the taste.
The first drawer she opened was stuffed full of eight by ten glossies of naked girls. All ages, all types. Some looked pretty whorish while others looked as innocent as a Sunday school teacher. A lot of the girls were posed with what looked like a collar. Made of silver so it seemed. With little straps of leather that went to silver bracelets. Though Vicky had never seen anything quite like that before, looking at the photos excited her unexplainably. She closed that drawer and opened another. There she found the found the rubbers. But she found something else too. The silver neck band and the bracelets to go with it.
She was about to take the box of rubbers and get out but couldn't quite seem to close the drawer. Finally she gave in to temptation and picked up the silver collar. It was finely made and engraved with tiny erotic scenes. Brother Howell had probably picked it up in some weird shop in the city. She opened it at the hinge and touched the velvet-lined inside. How many women had worn this thing? It smelled faintly of perfume and something else. Maybe just plain old excitement.
Vicky wasn't sure what made her go to the mirror and place the silver circle around her neck. She closed the latch but didn't let it click. She just wanted to see how it looked. Her hand was trembling. The latch made a little snapping sound and a stab of terror went through her.
"Oh shit, why did I do that?" She tugged at the thing but it wasn't going to give. Then she saw the tiny keyhole almost hidden by a clever engraving. She rummaged in her brother's drawer, looking for the key. The little bracelets that were attached to the collar dangled down over her breasts, exciting her in a strange way. She didn't hear her brother come into the room. She just heard the door close and the key turn in the lock.
"Well, little sister, what in hell are you up to?" Howell swayed towards her. She could tell that he was drunk out of his mind. "Come on, don't just go halfway, let's put these on too."
She was pulled against him as he forced one of the bracelets around her wrist and snapped it shut. It didn't take him but a second to close the other one too. She gave a whimper and tried to twist free but he pushed her up against the wall. There was another click and she found that her head was held tightly against the wall Howell must've installed a little iron loop and now he'd hooked the neck collar to it. Now she was really scared.
"And here I've been on the make for Abby," he laughed, stepping back to look at her. "Didn't know my littlest sister was a nympho with a few kinks of her own." He breathed liquor into her face. She put a hand up to push him back but he grabbed it, pulled the leather straps down so that she couldn't lift her hands. Then he wound the thongs between her thighs and up the wall behind her. It tied them to the same loop in the wall that held the collar. When he kissed her mouth, Vicky instinctively pulled her hands up to stop him. The thongs, already greasy from past use, pulled across her clit and the inner lining of her slit. She gasped as the pleasure trembled through her, Howell's tongue flicking between her teeth.
"Let me just pull that little pantycrotch out of the way," he breathed, letting the thong come into direct contact with her dainty parts. She gasped again as she forgot and tried once more to lift her hands.
"Howell, what are you going to do?"
"Well little sister, I'm going to fuck you. Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do."
Vicky watched her brother finish undressing. Then he was standing in front of her, rubbing his thick hot cock under the hem of her shorty nightgown. Those thongs were taut through the dripping heat of her slit. She tried to keep from moving, but even the slightest twitch made the rubbing start again. And the underside of Howell's cock was so velvety against her belly. She looked at his dark eyes and messed-up hair. He was really kind of crazy. She could see a strange glimmer in his eyes.
"Everybody starts getting moral around here when the time comes to hide the weeny!" He started laughing like a crazy man. "Yeah!" he yelled, grabbing her chin to make her look at him. "I'm gonna hide my big ole weeny right up inside…"
"Noooo!"
"Oh yes, Vicky baby. You been tossing that pubescent pussy of yours around here like you don't quite know what to do with it." He pushed a finger between the two thongs to make a space for the head of his cock. Vicky writhed as much as the neck loop would let her, but she could feel the hot, spongy tip between the two strips of leather now. Howell gave a short jab with his hips and her insides bloomed around his stiffness.
"Nhhhhuuuhhh… Ohhhhh God!"
"You wouldn't want Abby to be the only one getting some good dicking, would you?"
"You… you fucked Abby?"
"You bet your pretty ass." He kissed her neck. "But really it was only a teaser. She was going to get the rest tonight… then I found you in here playing with my toys." He held her face roughly and tongued her teeth and lips. "You like weird toys, don't you? You saw these little trinkets and couldn't keep your hands off them." He touched a bracelet, "… or out of them."
"Howell, you're hurting me!"
"No, I'm not hurting you. I know that look." He jerked up her gown so that he could get his mouth around one of her small breasts. Vicky spasmed and banged her head against the wall as his tongue fluttered across the pink nipple, bringing it up out of its soft areola. When he took his mouth away, her tit was red and swollen and glossy with his spit.
"See, I know you've been letting Kevin dick you." He exposed the other breast and began to tease it with the tip of his tongue.
"Don't do that," Vicky gasped, squirming, trying to pull her hands up. The thongs tightened on either side of her brother's cock shaft, rubbed her clit. Howell grunted with the pleasure of having his shaft squeezed and rammed deeper. Vicky's bare feet lifted from the floor and she drummed her heels against the wall as her brother rooted with his bulging tip. She felt herself being stretched in the deepest places of her pussy. Kevin hadn't plunged so deep with his own slender cock. Her eyes bugged out as she realized that organs in her body were having to rearrange themselves to make room for the fucking she was getting.
"I don't believe this… the way you've got me hung on this damned wall!" Her head flopped and a braid fell over one breast. Her brother seemed to be growing more excited with every passing second. His hands searched up and down her willowy body as he lifted her toes from the carpet with each lunge. His cock made a slurpy sound and went into the hilt. Vicky wiggled wildly, head banging the wall, elbows bumping it too. She felt skewered, nailed securely on her brother's rigid prick.
She didn't want to let him know that she was so close to coming. The wild thrills had surprised even her. Maybe the tight little neck ring and those damned thongs rubbing her clit as they squeezed her brother's cock were doing it. But she could feel the familiar tremors, the excited itch.
"Howell," she gasped, "Oh don't Howell… don't, don't, don't!"
"You really want me to stop?" he moaned, easing his cock back slowly until only the flared tip hung between the leather thongs. Vicky could feel the muscles at the beginning of her pussy opening and closing as if trying to suck the slick, hot morsel back inside. She rocked her boyish hips, gasping weakly against her brother's chest.