Robert Jenkins: Sisters in bondage

"I… I was just on my way into the bathroom," May replied. The last thing she wanted was for Sue to know what had just taken place in the living room. The two girls were very close. With their mother dead and their father a vicious drunken bore, they had little else but one another. May felt very protective toward her younger sister.

"Go back to sleep," she said. "I'm going to take a shower."

May remained in the shower a long time. In a way she was trying to wash the feel of her father's hated touch from her body. She kept soaping and re-soaping her cunt, trying to wash all his cum out of its violated depths. But even after she had stepped out of the shower and was drying herself, she felt a few last sticky trickles running down the insides of her thighs. She shuddered, and stuffed the towel between her legs.

Sleep came hard, and later, the nightmares. Several times during the night May relived the honor of being raped by her father. When she woke in the morning, her pussy was sore and her head hurt where her father had hit her. But her mind was clearer, the hate stuck away in a back compartment.

After pondering revenge, May decided there was nothing much she could do. If it weren't for Sue, she'd just leave. But there was no way she was going to leave the younger girl alone in the loving clutches of their father. No, she'd have to stay until Sue was old enough to legally leave home. If she reported her father's outrage, at best Sue would be sent to a foster home. The two girls would be separated. For the time being, she'd just have to wait and see what happened.

Over the next few days, May managed to keep out of her father's way. It wasn't too hard, because Anders was a little nervous about what had happened. He suspected he could get into a lot of trouble.

But he came home one night, gloating over a small win he'd made gambling. May was home, Sue still in school.

"Your old man made a bundle today," Anders chortled to May.

May doubted it was much of a bundle. She knew her father was a compulsive gambler, and like most gamblers, tended to ignore his constant losses, making a small win into a major triumph.

"You ain't happy?" Anders snapped. "You'd rather I'd lose?"

"That sure wouldn't be anything new," May said sarcastically. Then she was sorry she had said it. She saw her father was a lot drunker than she'd thought. And he could be mean when he was drunk.

"Still got a big mouth, ain't you?" Anders growled. "Guess you didn't learn a fuckin' thing the other night about who's boss around here."

May swallowed nervously. Anders watched her lick her suddenly dry lips. The faint gleam of an idea lit up his dull eyes.

"Yeah… you got a big mouth," he said thoughtfully. "Maybe we can find some use for it."

"What… what do you mean, Pa?" May asked. Her eyes were widening with horror as she saw her father begin fondling his slowly swelling cock through his pants.

"Remember the way I ate your cunt the other night? Well, you're gonna pay me back. You're gonna suck my cock."

"Oh, no, Pa… not a chance!" May said, shaking her head. "I'd bite the damn thing off first."

May was backing toward the door. She knew she was faster then her father. Experience had taught her that. And she was much nearer the door.

"Think you can get away, don't you?" Anders snarled. "Well, maybe you can. But you ain't the only daughter I got."

May stopped in her tracks. "What do you mean?" she asked, horrified.

"If I don't get what I want from you, then by God, I'll take it from Sue!" Anders had an ugly, lopsided grin. He knew how close the two sisters were. In the past their closeness had always been aimed against him. Now, for the first time, he saw it as a weapon he could use to his own advantage.

"You wouldn't!" May hissed, her face white.

"Oh, wouldn't I?" Anders sneered. "Let me tell you this, you wise-ass little bitch. Either you suck my cock or I'm gonna stick it in Sue's cunt."

May couldn't speak. She knew how horrible it had been when her father raped her. Sue, only sixteen, a virgin as far as she knew – what would it do to her?

"You got ten seconds to decide," Anders snapped.

"I-I'll do it," May stammered. "Only… only just leave my sister alone."

"Depends on how good a job you do," Anders sneered. "Now get your ass over here and start sucking." Still sneering, he sat down in an easy chair, sprawling back, his ass perched on the edge. Staring at the slight bulge in the front of his pants, May forced herself to start forward.

"Uh-uh," Anders grunted. "I want you down on all fours. On your hands and knees. I want you to crawl!"

The bitter taste of anger rose in May's throat. She wanted to tell her father to go to hell, but then she thought of her innocent younger sister. Of what her father might do to her.

"Down on your fucking hands and knees!" Anders roared. Obediently May got down on all fours and started crawling toward her father's chair. Her face burned with humiliation, but she didn't see what else she could do. Finally she was crouched in front of the grinning man.

"It sure is a nice chance to have an obedient daughter," he snickered. Then he patted the front of his pants. "Now, unzip my fly and fish out my cock."

Kneeling, her face twisted in disgust, May reached out and slowly unzipped her father's fly. She felt his cock lurch inside his pants as it felt pressure from her hands.

"Hurry up, for God's sake!" Anders snapped. "Or I'm gonna shoot off in my fuckin' pants."

Reaching inside the open fly, May shuddered as she felt her fingers make contact with her father's sweaty cock meat. She worked it slowly out of his shorts. The big rod was half-hard, leaning a little to one side. May nervously propped it up with her fingers.

"Come on… come on… suck it!" Anders snarled. "What're ya waitin' for?"

May wondered if she was going to be able to take her father's cock in her mouth. Her stomach heaved at the thought. Not that she hadn't sucked cock before. But to suck the cock of a man she hated so much! To have him shoot his slimy load down her throat!

A single shining drop of cum hung from the bloated tip of Anders' cock. She'd have to taste it, let it run into her mouth…

"Just promise me one thing," May said desperately. "Promise you'll never touch Sue. Promise me, Pa!"

"All right… all right… I promise!" Anders snarled. "Now wrap some lips around my cock!"

May swallowed, then forced her self to stare at her father's bloated rod. It pulsed and throbbed within the nervous circle of her fingers.

"Lick it first," Anders ordered the girl. Closing her eyes, she stuck out her tongue and swiped it shudderingly over the thick, purple tip. A sudden sharp taste of cum filled her mouth.

"Uuuunnnggghhhh," Anders moaned as his daughter's tongue licked across the head of his prick. His eyes blurred. He twisted with pleasure.

"Oh, Jesus… lick it… lick it some more!" Now that she'd started, May decided she might as well do as good a job as possible. She started licking the whole length of her father's bloated cock. Each long hot swipe started down where the base of his mammoth rod joined his balls. Then slid higher, up the tender underside of the swollen shaft all the way to the helmet-shaped tip.

"Yeah… yeah… that's the way… atta baby!" Anders panted. His daughter's tongue on his cock was driving him crazy. Jesus! Why hadn't he thought of doing something like this before? What the fuck was the use of having such a good-looking daughter if he couldn't get some good out of it?

The stiff hairs around the base of her father's cock were tickling May's nose. She wanted to sneeze, but didn't dare stop licking. Her nostrils filled with the pungent smell of her father's sweaty crotch.

"Lick my balls… lick my balls!" Anders panted. His cock was rearing up, stone hard, brought to full erection by the touch of his daughter's tiny pink tongue. He felt her shift her mouth lower. Then the tip of her tongue was stabbing at his balls.