Amber has her top off before you even have the bedroom door closed. "Lie down," she commands.
"Uh."
She grabs the collar of your hoodie, spins you through a 180, and pushes you onto your bed. "I said lie down."
"Aren't we gonna..." you begin, rising a little, but Amber straddles you, and forces you fully flat again.
"You told me you wanted me to sit on your face. And I want to sit on your fucking face." Using her fore- and middle fingers, Amber spreads her little pussy so that her clit is poking out at you. Her juices drip freely out of her, down her thighs, and against your face. From so close, can smell the sweet tang of her hole. It's puffy, shining with her arousal. Her clit is throbbing. And her scowl leaves no mistaking that she's going to use you hard, fast, and dirty.
Your own cunt juices up from being treated like this. You feel your underwear and shorts becoming sticky for the third or fourth time today. You want to touch yourself, but Amber's knees pin your shoulders. And you wouldn't dare do something without permission when Amber is like this, anyway. Doing things without her permission, when she's like this, is a surefire ticket to getting smacked around. Which... come to think of it... maybe you should do something without permission, to provoke her...
Amber palms your forehead, forcing your head backwards. Without warning, she spits on you. A fat, hot gob of saliva runs down your features in a million disgusting rivulets. You cringe and recoil at the slimy sensation of it. Degrading -- humiliating. "Are you as stupid as you look? Put your tongue inside me already, you fucking dyke pig."
You open your jaw and let your tongue loll out, and as Amber squats over your mouth, you kiss her on the twat. You feel the full-body shiver it causes her. She pets you sensually, once, twice -- and then cruelly grips your hair down by the roots for leverage as she begins to grind. She gyrates atop you like a belly dancer, using her free hand to rub herself from her board-flat chest, down to her little navel, and to her mons, then back again, over and over. She rubs herself all over. And the more she fucks your face, the wetter she gets -- not just her juicy pussy, but the rest of her too -- she becomes damp with sweat as she works herself into a sexual high. She's dripping, getting it all over you. She drips onto your clothes, onto your face, and directly into your mouth. You drink her cum and sweat alike, the way she wants you do. You swirl your tongue around her finely textured insides, over her vulva, rake it across her clit. After years of practice, you're a pro pussy eater. Your efforts get Amber's knees knocking in no time. She's cumming down your throat in a near-continuous stream of salty, sugary, delicious juice. You love the way your older sister tastes. You love the way she uses you like a toilet. You're her toilet. You never want her to stop.
Amber's smooth, slippery cunt slides back and forth across your face. You can't see clearly anymore, but through the film of slime coating your eyelids, you can tell that Amber is gritting her teeth and going rigid. There are other signs she's getting closer to orgasm, too. Her thighs are gripping your ears like vice grips. Her twat is fluttering open and closed around your tongue. Her tiny puckered asshole is, too. Her fingers laced through your hair grip down harder, like she's trying to rip it out. But you know she isn't really cumming until--
"That's it -- that's fucking it --" she pants. She lets go of your hair, and lays her palms flat against your pillowtop on either side of you. Getting down on all fours now herself, and curling up, she starts to hump your tongue like she's a man fucking a pussy. Your bed thuds and your venetian blinds clatter against the nearby window. Out in the hallway, Guy barks like mad. The whole house shakes. "Eat me," Amber grunts through her teeth, fucking herself silly on your mouth. "Fucking eat me, slut. Stupid faggot slut. Eat my fucking cunt. God... god... ungh--!!" Her neck muscles go taut, she throws her head back, she howls in delight. Then she goes totally still as she squirts on you in torrents. The only motion between you is her spasming cunt, pressing down directly against your lips, nose, and tongue. That, and the endless spurting streams of her salty cum. It's like she's pissing on you. She may as well be. You think you'll drown, and you don't care. You cum too, in your pants, without even touching yourself.
Only when she's done riding her cum out does Amber let you breathe. She rises to her knees again, pulling her sticky cunt from your lips. You gasp like a dying animal. Droplets of her cream go flying off your lips in all directions. Amber giggles at your distress. "God, you lick pussy so good."
"I try..." you heave. You've gone hoarse from the abuse.
Amber looks over her shoulder. She can see the obvious wet spot spreading across your crotch. "Did you fucking cum yourself just from being sat on?" she spits.
You nod.
"You're such a masochistic little piggy," Amber marvels. "God."
You nod again.
"Take your clothes off," she says. She fully dismounts you, and watches grinningly as you obey. When you're naked, she commands: "play with yourself." So you do. You dig your fingers through your sloppy hole and revel in the feeling of being nothing but a used cum-rag. Your orgasm is a bit less spectacular, but no less intense than Amber's. You pinch your masturbating fingers between your weak legs, and silently grunt as you feel the warmth radiating from your clit, through your vagina, into your belly and beyond. You gasp and sputter, and enjoy the stink of Amber's cum still lingering in your nostrils. Your pussy creams up -- you get all creamy, you're creaming -- your clitoris pulses, and cums. You almost choke on the pleasure.
At the peak of your ecstasy, like the Buddha attaining Nirvana, you have a revelation. Jolting up, scaring Amber back a bit, you announce:
"I think Summer wants to have sex with me."
"Really?" Amber breathes, putting a palm to her lips. "No way! For real? I had no idea!"
You cringe. "Did I ... did blow it?" You ask. "With her."
"You didn't blow it. Summer would get on all fours and bark like a dog for just a look at this pussy of yours." She runs her slender fingers across your mound for effect, and punctuates it by lightly spanking it. You gasp.
"What do I do?" You ask.
"She showed you hers..." Amber drawls.
You stare blankly back at her.
"Generally," Amber explains, patient and caring, "when someone sends you a picture of their genitals, and you're interested, the proper thing to do is pay them the same kindness in return. I think that's in Robert's Rules of Order somewhere."
You close your eyes. "What if I'm wrong? What if she isn't--"
"You're fucking with me. Don't make me slap you again."
"But--"
Amber yanks you by the wrist, forcing you standing, and gets you turned around facing the foot of the bed. "Bend the fuck over," she says.
"I--"
She spanks you. You yip in pain, and do as Amber tells you. You bend over, hands flat on your mattress.
"More," Amber says.
"Like this?"
"That's it. Stick your butt out. Like that."
You feel completely humiliated. Then Amber throws your lightswitch. Being naked and exposed in the dim half-light of your room is one thing, but under bright LEDs it's entirely different. You can see the disgusting wet spots you and Amber left on your bed, and somehow you can smell the reek of sex even more strongly.
Amber has your phone in hand. She has the camera pointed at you.
"Amber -- no--"
"Shut the fuck up," Amber says. You shut up. "Keep your ass up. There we go. Shake it. Good girl."
You begin to feel like an admonished dog, and knowing that Amber is taking pictures of you only heightens the sense of helplessness gripping you. "Are you really going to send these to Summer?" You plead.
"What do you think? Dumb bitch. Come on, spread your ass. Show Summer Denali your asshole, too."
Shuddering, you let your weight rest on your cheek against your bed, and spread your ass open with both hands. You feel disgusting -- you can tell how scrawny and underfed you are, how cavernously the globes of your spread-open ass are yawning, how twig-thin your legs are, how anemic and unhealthy your skin looks. You can feel every drop of sweat on your skin, and you know you fucking stink, and you know the pictures Amber is taking make it obvious just how bad you stink. Summer's gonna smell you through her phone. She's gonna be so revolted by you, so turned-off, and so disgusted. She's gonna spread your pictures all around campus and make you into a laughingstock. They'll all be laughing at you for ever thinking that a goddess like her would have anything to do with a nasty little bitch like you. Your pussy won't stop dripping. It just keeps getting wetter.
"Yeah, yeah, like that," Amber says. "You're so fucking ugly. So beautifully fucking ugly. God, Summer is going to destroy you. Do you realize that? You think *I* get rough? I bet Summer is one sadistic fucking bitch with girls like you. Do you wanna be Summer's victim, Wes?"
"Uh huh..." you moan, digging your fingers into your ass cheeks even deeper, spreading your tiny ass even further open.
Amber grabs a marker off your desk. She uncaps it, and soon you feel the cold felt drawing trails across your back and ass. You try to look at what she's writing, but Amber forces your face into the bedspread. "What does it say?" You demand.
"Just some cute stuff. Don't worry." She goes back to snapping pictures. Even though you're scared beyond all reason, you keep wagging your hips and holding your ass open for the camera's violating eye. You hope Amber wrote something really mean and gross on you. Your twat lips drift open, coming unstuck from one another, as your cunt puffs up and softens in its desperate need for stimulation.
You hear a plop, then suddenly Amber's wet finger is invading your asshole. "Amber--!!"
"Shut the fuck up. I wanna get a picture of this."
"Of your finger -- in there? For Summer?"
"Yep."
"But she's... she's gonna..."
"She won't know whose it is. Just that it belongs to some girl. Some girl not her. She'll be banging down your door in about two seconds after I send it."
"Amber, please... no..." you gasp as she adds a second finger into your already overstretched hole. "Don't send them," you beg, "I changed my mind -- stop--" you writhe and squirm as Amber molests you.
"Too late," she says. She sets your phone down on the covers, right in front of your half-buried face. You can see the screen. Every dirty picture has already gone out to Summer. Your ass in the air, pussy on full display. Your winking rear hole. Your hands digging into your flesh as you spread yourself like a slut. The things Amber scrawled on you: "FREE HOLE" and "DYKE WHORE" and "COME RAPE ME" -- with helpful arrows to indicate your obscenely gaping orifices. Amber's fingers stuffed inside you. All of it. Amber sent all of it to Summer. And Summer is typing something. And Amber has her fingers in your gash now, too, not just your butt.
"Can I eat your ass, Wes?" Amber asks, rubbing your pussy, and kicking her fingers around in your guts.
"Okay," you mewl.
She goes to her knees, spreads your cheeks, and helps herself. Amber's rimjob is as mindblowing for you as your rug-munching is for her. With both her hands free to focus on pleasuring your greedy cunt as she licks your rear, Amber has your tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat. Your chest, so flat it's almost concave, raggedly rises and falls against the bed, and your tits run wet with perspiration.
Your phone dings. You're too scared and humiliated to check it.
"What did she say?" Amber asks, voice muffled by your ass.
At Amber's command, you force yourself to look. "Gross," you read aloud. "That's it... that's all it says... she called me gross."
"She's right," Amber says. "You're so fucking gross. Gross little dyke."
Ding. As Amber's tongue roots around your anus, you read for her some more: "God, you're nasty... whose fingers are those?"
Ding. "Is that... your sister, Wes? Oh my god." you repeat that last bit, to yourself: "oh my god... oh my god..."
"She noticed, huh," Amber muses. "Oh well... might as well go for broke, then."
Amber snatches the phone again. You look wildly across your back at what she's doing. One of her arms looped around your legs, the other holding the camera up in selfie mode: she drags her tongue across your anus and snaps the photo, smiling with her eyes and flashing a peace sign for effect.
"Nooo..." you moan, powerless, and cum on your sister's face. Amber sends the photo. The text she sends with it is simple: "want some too?"
Summer's reply, immediately, is equally simple: Yes.
Amber texts her, "come and get it" and then tosses the phone aside. For the next hour, she eats your holes like she's starving. Her tongue swabs from asshole to taint to pussy and back, all over, devouring you. She bites you, and you're so scrawny that she can pretty much encompass both your fuckholes when she does it. Her teeth dig into your tender flesh. You can only clutch your bedsheets, buck your hips, and cum until you go stupid. Stupider. And sometime later, you're not sure how much, your fears from earlier come to pass: your moms get home early. You realize, too late, that you and Amber have really fucked up this time. K-Mom's muffled voice from the living room carries with crystalline clarity: "whose shorts are these?"
"Amber's?" Comes N-Mom's muffled response.
"Fuck..." you whisper. Amber either doesn't notice or doesn't care, and just keeps licking your asshole. She can be a piggy bitch, too. You clutch your sheets harder -- stuck right here, with your sister's face in your butt, caught aboard the ride until the end.
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