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I want to cum. Perhaps ‘want’ is not strong enough a word. I need to cum. It’s all I can think about. The remote that will send the steel cock vibrating inside of me taunts me, my pleas muffled my the rubber ball forcing my mouth wide, pressing down my tongue as drool trickles from the corners of my mouth. My nipples feel like they might burst; every shiver, every shift of my body weight sets the weighted chains clamped to them swaying. My muscles ache too, my arms cuffed above my head, my weight on the balls of my feet, my legs spread. My ears strain at every sound, hoping, praying, that my mom and dad return, knowing that I’ll do anything they ask, no matter how wrong, if they’ll only let me cum. I am just that desperate. “Have you ever thought about fucking Christian?” Iris had asked me as we lay in bed together, our limbs tangled, flesh against flesh, her mouth inches from mine, kissing me before I could answer. Christian was our brother. Between us in age, he’d always been closer to Iris then me, making me feel left out at times. I was always the good girl, the responsible one while they were the wild ones. At times I felt jealous, or perhaps envious, of their escapades. Just like Iris, he was good looking, charming, sexy, and uninhibited. I knew for a fact that he was a player, and I knew he was kinky. I’d overheard enough of their conversations to have a good idea what he was into. They’d made me blush and yet, sometimes they left me longing for someone to do the things he did with his girlfriends to me… “No.” I whispered, denying the idea of even fantasizing about my younger brother. “Never, Ruby? I’m not stupid, you know. I see the way your eyes fill with longing when we’re talking about things. Dirty things. Would it surprise you to know that I’ve fucked him?” I gasped in shock at her admission, stunned at the stab of jealousy I felt. Her smile was cruel, almost taunting as she went on, whispering into my ear. “Not just once, either. Sometimes, when we go out clubbing with friends, we find a secluded corner in the night club and I suck his cock or he eats my pussy. Sometimes Escort Pendik we even fuck, Ruby, not even caring who sees us.” “Oh my god…” “He’s got such a nice cock, Ruby. Just the prefect size. Like we were made for each other.” I was helpless to do more than moan as she began stroking my pussy, pushing her fingers into me, smiling as I tightened around them, my eyes closed as I pictured my brother’s cock inside of me, fucking me in front of a room full of strangers…. “Don’t you dare cum, Ruby.” She warned me, squeezing three fingers into my slippery fuck hole. “Don’t you dare, or I’ll make you regret it…” I am drawn from my fantasy by voices. I almost burst into tears, hoping that they will offer relief from my torment, my gaze drawn to the remote on the wall once more, knowing that it wouldn’t take long to cum once the steel monster inside of me was set into motion, the nubs pressing against my ass and clit turning my insides to jelly. I wonder how many times I can cum before I start begging to turn it off? A dozen? Two? And would they? My mother could be so cruel sometimes. Right now, I don’t care. I am long past the point of reason. “What a surprise. Not.” I tear my eyes from the remote, startled at the sound of my sister’s voice, gasping into my gag as she enters the room. She’s not alone, either. My brother Christian is with her, his hand in hers, their fingers interlaced. I stare in shock, burning with humiliation as they pause to look me over. “My sister the caged whore.” I wince, hearing the desire in his voice, seeing the lust in his eyes, recalling what Iris had told me about him knowing without a doubt that he was going to fuck me, wondering if he already had, masked and anonymous just like my father had been? “Enjoying yourself sis?” Iris teased, stepping closer and pulling him along with her. Like her, he was beautiful, but in a masculine way. Tall, muscled yet still retaining a touch of delicateness that ran in our family. His eyes were dark and piercing, his black hair tousled just so, his jaw and chin strong, and his lips… not as full Beykoz escort as Iris’s, but still sensuous in a manly way. As one they both stopped in front of me, mere inches away from the bars of my prison, so close I could almost feel their breath against my damp flesh. “Remember what I told you last night, Ruby? You remember, don’t you? About how I let Christian fuck me?” “You want to hear a dirty little secret, Ruby? When you called me, asking me to come over, pleading with me? He was there. Our beautiful brother. I was riding him like a cowgirl. I told you I was working out, remember that?” I nodded, remembering all too well. My little sister sounding breathless as I nervously asked her to come over, my panic when she told me she was busy at the moment, remembering my mother’s words… “You’d better be convincing. If you don’t to as you’re told, I will make you regret it, slut.” Finally, she agreed, showing up at my apartment to find me naked, offering myself to her… “My pussy full of his cum, Ruby. It wasn’t just me you were tasting, sis. It was Christian, too.” She continued, still stroking me, teasing my clit with her fingers, so skilled, playing me like a well-tuned instrument, pushing me to the edge and holding me there, my entire being focused on her touch, wanting to cum so badly, yet knowing that I wasn’t allowed to. It was exquisite torture. “Maybe next time, it will be different. Maybe it will be my pussy that you taste on his cock, Ruby.” “Remember what I said? Guess what we were doing while you were getting gangbanged, Ruby. Daddy had set up a webcam for us, so we could watch you with all those men. While you were being a nasty little whore, I was on my hands and knees watching while Chris was fucking me from behind. Usually, I clean him off with my mouth, but this time, I thought you might like to do the honors. After we’ve played with you for a while, of course.” She giggles playfully, obviously delighted by my helplessness and the way I squirm against the bars of my cage as they both run their hands over my breasts, each taking the end Cevizli escort bayan of one of the chains dangling from my nipples and giving it a playful tug. I gasp, biting into my gag, my cheeks burning with shame at the renewed flow of my cunt as it clenches around the steel cock imprisoned within me. “Mother says you love to cum for her, Ruby.” Christian says, wearing a wicked smile as he turns, fetching the remote she left. He cradles it in the palm of his hand, stroking it with his thumb the like a lover. Breathless, I am helpless to look away, staring at it, hope and desire and need rising upside of me like a craven beast as I pray silently for him to turn it on. “How do you like being the family fuck doll, Ruby?” He asks, watching my face, his eyes glittering as I whimper, unable to stop from grinding myself against the metal bars, my arms stretched above my head, legs forced wide. “Oh, quite being a prick and give her what she wants.” Iris punctuates her words with a sharp tug on the chain, sending a jolt of agony through my puffed-up nipple, making me squeal like a little girl. I squeal again, this time with delight as my brother presses the button, setting the vibrator impaling my pussy buzzing at the highest setting. And not just the steel plug inside me, but the nubs pressing against my puckered ass and my throbbing clit hum as well, driving me to the edge of ultimate bliss in a matter of moments. Jerking like a puppet as unbearable pleasure washes through me, I stare helplessly, unable to focus, or even think, the prospect of finally climaxing making my thoughts hazy, hearing their voices, but unable to make sense of their words, screaming into my gag as both clamps are suddenly yanked from my nipples. Pain tears through me as blood rushes back into them, pain that turns to pleasure as I surrender to an earthshattering orgasm, thrashing against my confines so hard that the cage rocks as I cum. My sense return in time to feel my sister’s surprisingly gentle kiss, her face pressed between the bars, her mouth against mine. Vaguely, I recall her reaching behind my head and unbuckling the strap that held that gag in place, pulling it from my mouth, my drool spilling down my chin as I fight for breath, my heart pounding in my chest like a trapped bird. “Aren’t you going to thank your brother, slut?” I blink, my mouth working, unable to speak, unable to even think.