"I should stop bothering you two!" Alex says, hopping up from his chair. The skirt of the maid costume ruffles as he does. "I'll get changed again and head back home."
"Don't bother," you tell him. "I've got business with you."
"Err..." he says, shifting his weight from foot to foot and biting his lower lip. "What kind of business?"
You grab him about the waist and tug him toward you -- then grip him by either shoulder. The gasp he makes is really more of a tiny squeak.
The gasp Cerise makes is louder, and tinged with a little undercurrent of perversion.
Alex is fearful. "A-Ally..."
You force him to walk backwards, so that you're both at the foot of Cerise's bed. Turning, you lift him and get him on his stomach over your lap.
"Oh my god," Cerise says. "What are you doing?"
You glance up at her. "Should I take this back to my bedroom?"
"What? I didn't tell you to stop!"
Alex, looking at Cerise with pleading eyes, finally realizes that no help is coming. "B-but..." he stammers. He looks back at you, lips quivering. "W-why?"
"You tried to fool me," you say. "That's not gonna fly."
"Uh, uh... I'm sorry..." he says in a tiny voice, and seems genuinely remorseful. Then again, who can tell? You need to remind him the hard way that honesty is the best policy.
You reach back and hike up the frilled hem of his costume. You chuckle. "Panties too?" You say, marveling at the pink polyester fabric covering his butt.
Alex makes a humiliated little whine. "It's... part of the costume..."
"You're such a fucking slut, Alex." He makes another embarrassed sound at this, but you feel the truth of his reaction, pressing up against your knee: his little cock lurches.
You raise your hand high above your head. Cerise, her breath hitching, stares transfixed at the sight before her. She obviously didn't expect to be suddenly in the front row of How to Punish Your Trap 101. But she's happy for the show. She flexes her thighs rhythmically, and paws at her tits through her shirt, already all worked up. And the real fun hasn't even begun.
You bring your hand down now, hard -- just as hard as you can. The slap resounds in the dimly-lit bedroom. So does Alex's cry of pain and humiliation. You do it again, and a third time. Alex's weight shifts forward then back again with each hit. His cock is hardening more and more. Yours is, too.
"He should -- he should be bare," Cerise says between deep breaths. She foregoes shame and gets her hand down her panties. She starts masturbating right there in front of you, digging her fingers into her twat while she watches.
"What's that?" You say, just to make her tell you exactly what she wants to see.
"If you're going to spank him -- do it right -- spank his bare ass..."
"Cerrrisssseee..." Alex pleads, but it falls on deaf ears because all Cerise says in response, is to you: "Do it, Alabaster... spank him raw... punish him."
You grab that whorish little pair of panties and tug them. You pull Alex's stockinged legs off your lap so to get the panties fully off him. You toss them aside. Alex's milky bubble butt is on display now, and beneath him, you feel the heat of his throbbing prick against your knee.
"Count to five for me," you tell him.
"W-what?"
You smack his ass. Instantly it turns red, and a welt in the shape of your hand starts to form. He yells, but says nothing sensible.
"I lost track," you say mockingly, "so we'll have to start over. Remember to count, now."
"I--"
The next smack echoes off the walls. Alex is smart: he counts, loud, through a gulp of air: "Two!"
"I don't think that was two," you say. "Doesn't one come before two? Let's start over just to be safe."
The sound of Cerise's fingers in her cunt is loud and wet. She pauses only to get her shirt off her body, all the better to tweak and play with her fat nipples.
The next smack is the hardest yet and begins to bruise poor Alex's abused butt. His tongue wags as he wails: "One!"
Smack -- "Two!" -- smack -- "Three!"
You shrug. "I didn't catch that one. Where are we?"
"Th-three! Three, Mr. Ally!"
"I'm not sure... Cerise?"
"I lost count too..." she says, delirious with depravity. She's got her legs spread wide and she's sitting on her tail bone as her knuckles strain the black fabric of her panties. She smiles lecherously.
"Let's start over."
"Alllyyyy..."
Smack!
"One!!"
Smack!
"Ow! Two! It hurts! It really, really hurts, Mr. Ally!"
Smack!
"Three-eee... owww... stoo-ooop..."
"Are you sure it hurts?" You ask. "Your little prick is leaking on my jeans."
Cerise hisses in pleasure at this.
"Ow... ow-owww... please stop... it hurtsss..."
Smack!
"FOUR!" He's sobbing.
Smack!
"Five! Five!!! PLEASE, Mr. Ally..."
"Are you sorry?"
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
You cock a finger at Cerise. "Come here."
She's standing, but her hands are still in her underwear, and she's still masturbating. She looks adoringly at Alex's ass, the different shades of red and black and blue you've created. He won't be sitting comfortably for a while.
"Get him ready for me," you say.
She knows what you mean. She lays a hand on one globe of Alex's butt -- he sobs anew at this sensation -- and spreads him. The white little pucker of his anus is there, winking at both of you. He knows what's going to happen now.
Still frigging herself off, Cerise leans forward, opens her mouth, and drools. A viscous stream descends from the edge of her lip down to Alex's asshole. You helpfully take over the duty of holding Alex's ass open now, while she smears the spit around and then fucks her finger in and out of the hole. She spends over a minute doing that, and you let her, because she's obviously having so much fun. She plays with her cunt while she plays with Alex's ass. First one finger, then two, then three -- spreading Alex's ass nice and wide in preparation for you, but mostly for her own selfish and sadistic pleasure.
"Now me," you command through gritted teeth.
Sinking to her knees with zero hesitation, Cerise undoes your fly, and pulls out your cock. You close your eyes and relish the sensation of your older sister fellating you. She gets you deep, way deep, into the recesses of her throat. And she makes it extra wet for you, purposely letting little geysers of her drool leak out all around you, down your shaft and into your crotch, while she heaves and gags. Gagging on your cock must really get her off because you hear a soft patter, and know that she's cumming, squirting all over the carpet of her bedroom floor as she tries to force you deeper still.
"Good," you say. "Good."
She pulls off you, falls to her ass, and finally dispenses with her panties. Not completely -- they're still hooked around one ankle -- but she's naked enough. She sits spread eagle on the ground, one hand playing with her still creaming cunt and one hand exploring her own asshole, while she watches.
You lift Alex up, and around, so you're chest-to-back with him. "Hold my cock up for me," you whisper leeringly in his ear. "Help me fuck you."
"O...okay... okay..."
He reaches between you, grips you with a trembling hand, and dutifully holds your prick so you can sodomize him. Cerise's hands are a blur on her genitals as she repeats: "Fuck him... fuck him, Alabaster... fuck him fuck him fuck him FUCK HIM--"
Alex's fists ball up and clench to his chest as you sink deep into the snug confines of his asshole. It's a beautiful sight, to watch your perverted sister playing with herself while you use Alex for an onahole like this. You bounce him up and down. Alex's foreskin-covered cock also bounces, in tune with the force of your jackhammer thrusts. He's really nothing but a disposable fucktoy like this, right now.
Cerise can't handle this. Her overstimulated cunt is a fountain as she cums and cums, so hard you think she's probably pissing herself, but she doesn't care. Her fingers are deep inside, pussy and asshole, digging, spreading, strumming -- getting her off again and again.
Her eyes are distant and glazed over. She seems to be moving without conscious thought when she rises to her knees, and her mouth drifts open, and she begins to lap like a hungry kitten at the spot where you're fucking Alex. Her tongue is hot, and worshipful, and indiscriminate. She licks from your heavy balls, up the length of your pistoning shaft, all around the stretched hole of Alex's boypussy, and even higher still, up Alex's bouncing cockshaft too, which elicits tremulous girly moans from him, ending finally in a few wet swirls around the inside of his foreskin, against the sensitive head. Then all the way down again, drooling over your cock once more, kissing your balls, licking you oh so lovingly. Back and forth she goes, using her mouth to show her appreciation for the show, and to give you extra lubrication, while she rides a basically continuous orgasm.
You're going to pop off too, so you grab Alex's shoulders and force him all the way down, to get yourself fully inside. And then you let loose. The rush of hot semen against Alex's prostate makes him go too. With staccato moans he lets out ropes of thin, slimy cum. Cerise gets hit with it -- cups her hands in front of her to catch it and let it pool there. When you pull out of Alex's ruined little pussy, your cum sloshes out of the hole and she catches this too, a big puddle of your intermingled cum forming in her palms. This she brings with her as she stands. She holds it up to Alex's face and smears it all around. Alex is panting like a bitch, almost invisible under the opaque white film of jizz that Cerise paints him with. Thick ropes of it dangle from his chin, and fat dollops plop on the apron of his costume, staining it. Cerise sighs in satisfaction at her handiwork. You do too. He looks like a cheap, nasty fucking whore. And the look really suits him.