Paul Roan - My sister,my sex slave

That frightened her. Adam told her about that, too, and looking at Lennie at the breakfast table, seeing the meanness in his eyes, she could believe him guilty of killing a young girl after he got her hooked on narcotics.

"There isn't anything that Lennie won't do," Adam said. "We think he is probably a psychopath, so you be careful around him. "

"I will," Norma said. "But, please, get it over with as soon as you can."

"You know I will," he said. "You know how badly I want you. I can't wait to have you all to myself."

"What do we do about Lily?" she asked.

"She can live with us," he said. "She is such a pretty little thing. She will be a delight to have around. You'll see."

They had stopped talking then and she slid into his arms and it began all over again for them and she got fucked before that burst of passion subsided for them.

Carol poured her some more coffee and she sat down in her chair and began eating her own breakfast. Norma watched Carol as she ate. She lit a cigarette and settled back in her seat. Lennie was finished and the boys and Lily were about ready to leave with him, too. Lennie stretched and he locked his big hands together and stretched them, too.

"We should finish up early," he said to Carol. "We will just deliver this stuff, grab whatever we can for it and then come home again. We will have the whole day to ourselves. What shall we do with it?"

Lily helped herself to one of Norma's cigarettes. She saw that her little sister was wearing an off the shoulder blouse with no bra and she deplored Lily's lack of modesty for a moment, then she envied it. Lily's plump, sharp breasts were standing straight out and she could actually see the outline of each little nipple.

"Let's take pictures," Lilly said. "I love it when we take pictures."

"I sort of like it, too," Lennie said, grinning. He looked at Carol and shook his head. "No," he said to Carol, "don't do it. I'm tired of zombies. When we get back you should have everything well underway. Who knows, maybe we won't even bother with the camera. How would that suit you, Lily?"

Her little blonde sister snickered. "I'd like that even better," Lily said. "I think I would love that."

Norma was not able to completely understand what they were talking about and she resolved that she would ask Carol about it after the other had gone. She didn't get the chance to ask Carol anything because she had to help Carol in the kitchen and when they had cleaned everything up there, Carol told her to come upstairs and help with the beds. They worked for a time, making up the beds and she saw that Carol kept on looking at her again and again and it made her nervous.

They entered the master bedroom finally, and the bedclothes were on the floor. The mattress was covered with taut, fitted sheets and when she bent over to pick up the bedding, Carol told her not to bother.

"I've got other things in mind for right now," the lovely brunette said.

Carol turned and went over to a bureau. She opened a drawer and then she faced Norma and there was a small hand gun in her fist. Carol was wearing a funny little smile on her face and she seemed to enjoy the startled look on Norma's face.

"I suppose that there are probably many subtle ways of doing this," Carol said, "but I don't really have the time or the patience. I want you and Lennie wants you so we will begin to get you ready for your star performance. Take your clothes off, Norma."

She was too stunned to obey and Carol took a step closer to her. The brunette slapped her in the face hard and she almost fell. She was frightened and cowed by the look of cold anger in Carol's face and eyes. Carol slapped her again and she could feel the pain in each cheek.

"I won't tell you again," Carol said. "If you do not obey me instantly, I will shoot a hole through your cheek. It won't kill you, but you won't ever be pretty again. Now, you move. And, if you try to give us a really good time, I will make Lennie let you and Lily live after it is all over. He usually kills them, you know, saves time and trouble. But, you try to make it good for us and I will do my best with Lennie. Now, hurry up and get undressed,"

Norma realized that she was shaking as she began unbuttoning her blouse. Carol was eating her up alive with her eyes and she knew then that Carol was eager to get at her, to force the details of lesbian lovemaking upon her. The tears were squeezing out and sliding down her cheeks and Carol noticed. She smiled.

"That's good," she said. "I like it when they Cry."

Carol sat down on the edge of the big four poster bed and she watched as Norma got out of her clothes. When she was naked, Carol's beautiful eyes glowed with desire. She stood and moved close to Norma. She put the gun down and her fingers reached out to clasp the tiny, blushing nipples, to cup the sweet, young breasts in her warm palm. Norma sobbed and her body began to shake and she was devastated by the realization that she was reacting erotically to Carol's touch.

The brunette knew and she just smiled. She felt Carol's fingertips between the slippery lips of her sexual organs and then Carol moaned and she felt the girl's palms on her buttocks as the brunette slid to her knees, the gun forgotten, the sight of sweet young flesh the greater lure at the moment.

She was too weak to stand, and she sat down on the edge of the bed and Carol's mouth glued itself to her sensitive flesh and then she was responding with feverish haste. She came in Carol's mouth and she realized that she was shameless, unable to control her own passions.

Carol was fully dressed and she wished that she was not. Suddenly she ached with the urge to taste Carol's sweet juices and that sensation

overwhelmed her. Carol must have known what she felt because she stopped for a moment and then she was on the bed with Norma and Carol flipped her skirt up and she was naked, the hairless crotch wet and sloppy from excessive discharges of Carol's sexual nectars. Carol sat on her face and Norma began licking the thighs, sucking the slit and using her tongue and her hands to induce more and more of Carol's sap from its source.

Frenzy built and one orgasm followed upon the heels of another and it seemed to her that she and Carol spent hours in a wild and glorious sixty-nine. She thought of Adam, finally, but only when she and Carol were resting. She tried to decide about Adam and she could think of nothing. She was on fire with sexual urgings and when Carol smiled at her, and then kissed her, she was sure that she loved the glowing, beautiful young brunette.

Carol offered her cigarettes and she sat up while they smoked.

"You come into the bathroom with me," Carol said. "I have to get rid of that cunt hair. Lennie don't like hair on cunts. He likes to eat his girls and the hair tickles his nose or something. You come along now."

She was obedient and when Carol smeared the lotion all over her crotch she didn't care. She thought it might be nice to get rid of the pubic hair, but she was in no shape to ponder it. She sat down on the toilet while they waited for the depilatory to do its work and Carol suggested that she relieve herself and get ready for a long time of sustained and extended ecstasy.

"We are going to have an orgy," Carol said. "That's what Lennie has got in mind. He likes orgies. And, so does your little sister. That little bombshell is a really wild one. She loves to suck the boys off, one after the other. She loves to suck cunt, too. When we had the boys fuck you, she enjoyed eating you right afterwards. That little Lily is really something, believe me."

She sat on the toilet, her groin a place of pure fire and excitement and she began remembering the dreams, the horrid indignities, the way she had been used and abused in the dreams and she knew for sure, now, that they hadn't been dreams after all.