“Yes, I know leather gas masks, high heeled vinal boots and riding crops, safewords…..shit like that.”
I was impressed I knew so much. I was smiling like a contestant on wheels of fortune.
She paused, and clearly stiffled a laugh.
“Well, sure….those things… and about two thousand other things as well. Those are called props or toys.
BDSM is an acronym for several things including: bondage, domination and or discipline, submission or sadisim and masochism. It is a variety of activites, behaviors and beliefs that often involve erotic type play.
There are many, many dynamics…its not simple or small.”
My jaw was a little slack.
“Uhhh, OK?” I had nothing else to contribute.
“Ed, they call me a switch which means I like to control my partner and I like to give control to my partner. I also like to role play. I like dressing up and I like being hit by as well as hit other women and men.”
“Ed, have you ever had or dreamed of anal sex, or masturbated in front of someone, or fantasized about me or mom or any of our cousins?”
Have you ever wondered what wearing girls panties would feel like?
My jaw was definitely slack now.
“Don’t answer yet, Ed. Have you ever wondered what being tied up and teased by a dominatrix, maybe slapped or choked or humiliated?”
I pondered but couldn’t process the full question.
“Well, maybe some of that but….”
“Damn, I knew it!!” Sam blurted gleefully. “Which ones?”
My brain was still processing..
“I don’t know, all of it…maybe..” I was barely audible.
“Sex with mom?”
“Sex with me?”
I was silent.
She came close and whispered,
Do you want to play a game, are you open to some exploration?
“Sure, I am ok with that….” I said nervously wondering what came next.
Then she gripped my shoulder and hissed.
“You better tell me, motherfucker!”
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Chapter 3 – The Kink In Me
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“You had better tell me the truth, boy!”
The tone coming from my sister’s mouth was unearthly.
It definately was not my sweet sister’s voice…
Her hazel eyes bore into me. Her long hair still wet from the shower draped over her shoulders. Her little hand squeezing my flesh.
Her lips…
Her voice…
By this time, one of my heads was spinning and the other was throbbing under my baggy gym shorts.
Her french manicured nails were digging into my shoulder.
It hurt…but….in a good way. How was that even possible?
“You want to fuck me, don’t you Eddie!!!”
She was hissing again.
I’d take that hissing voice over the evil one any day.
“No! I just….No..I..I..”, I stammered.
“Shut your your fucking mouth you lying little piece of….
+SMACK+…..shit”
The sting of her backhand was not as bad as it had sounded.
How did she make such a loud smack with no or little pain?
She swung again, but I had already been bitch-slapped back into reality.
My hand sprang up and grabbed her thin wrist and twisted her elbow under her chest.
Yeah, I know to play rough too.
She laughed in way I can only describe as a low guffwa.
“OK, brother….now that I have your attention….please, let go!”
“You first, seeesta…” I spat in a faux mexican an voice.
She released my shoulder so I let her arm go and we both sat back and slid into our respective corners of the couch.
She was silent but I could see her sizing me up. I’m not a toad and have managed to get a few smiles at the local pub by both older and younger women so I know when I am looking like a drumstick to a hungry fox.
What in the holy fuck-a-licious hell was going on.
My sister had just….
No, wait…
My kinky, sexy, bruised and ass smacked switch of a sister had just bitch-slapped me into her world of kink.
And now this hot piece of ass was checking me out.
My cock was aching.
Her nipples were straining the fabric of the T-shirt. She licked her lips and slid her right hand into the sweat pants.
I could feel my pe-come began its slow glistening flow into my shorts.
“Hmmmm, Yes Ed…yes…You will tell me the truth. All of it….” Her voice was sexier than anything I had ever heard.
I could see her hand moving under the fabric. She was circling her clit. Then she plunged into herself. How many fingers was my only thought.
“The only truth I know is that you are jilling yourself under a young man’s sweatpants.” I felt smug but still mighty confused.
“Well, Ed, answer one question truthfully and I will take them off so that I don’t cause you any psychological damage.”
“Fine!”
She smiled and surprised me with her question.
“Have you ever fantasized about fucking mommy’s tight ass?”
I gulped and embarrassingly replied,
“Yes…..now take them off. My turn to ask a few questions.”
She laughed knowingly as she slipped off the sweats and threw them at me.
She leaned back and continued her clitoral finger dance. Slowly making circles and slipping 2 fingers into her pink holy of holes.
“Who beat your ass and legs?” I demanded.
“Well, there is this couple that I know. They did it. We are regular play partners….
She continued to finger fuck herself as she talked.
…..they are kinky too. They are also switches so we do everything to each other. They beat and bite me…..I beat and bite them. They control my orgasms as I control thiers. We decide who has what role and we negotiate the do’s and do nots for each play session. Sometimes they are my pretend mommy and daddy, and I am thier little babygirl.
Sometimes I am Bad Aunty Sammantha. Other times its just crazy raw sex for hours.”
Yep, definately a steady flow of pre cum.
“Why are you telling me this?”
I asked, almost in a pleading tone.
“No, my turn to ask. And you need to take your shorts off too…..fair is fair!!” She giggled just before she gasped as her back arched and she growled an incoherent slew of obscenities.
“Did you just cum on my couch?” I asked in disbelief
“Yes, big brother…. I just came. I came for you, how does it feel?”
Holy fuck, my brain was feeling like an omelet.
“Oh, and by the way…..that’s two questions and 2 pieces of clothing you owe me.” She cooed.
She never stopped masturbating and within twenty seconds she was cumming and cussing again.
I pulled my shirt off over my shoulders and head and threw it in her lap.
“For the love of baby cheeze-its, sit on that before you ruin my sofa” I said just before I opened pandoras box.
“Fine, I said,, Ask away, anything….no secrets now I guess.”
She moaned out another orgasm and then slipped her fingers out of her pussy and sucked them clean.
She pointed two fingers at me and said “fair is fair” then she fixed the T-shirt under her ass and began to stroke her pussy again…..this time with her palm.
I pulled off my shorts. The rather sticky shorts I should say, and tossed them to her.
“Go ahead and taste it, you slut!” I taunted.
She sprang like a cat and in a split second had one hand on my throat. The move made me defensivly protect my head and neck but she wasn’t really interested in my neck as I felt her other little but very strong hand grab my junk and start to squeese.
I yelped like a coyote being kicked by a deer
“Slut?” She growled “You will become my slut, little boy! Bank on it.”
Well, I can’t actually vouch that is exactly what she said because having your hard-on and balls compressed in a human-hand vise is rather disturbing. But it is close enough.
“OK, OK….STOP!” I yelled.
She immediately released my meat and tater-tots and slid back to her corner. Then she opened my shorts and licked my shiny precum off the fabric.
“Please, don’t ever do that again Sam….”
I was learning fast…..be nice and don’t piss her off.
“I wont ever give you a reason to do that…OK?”
She just smiled and rubbed her cunt.
“Two questions big brother.
One – do you want to taste my yummy pussy?”
To this point the rate of insanity has been too fast to see that the kinky and half naked chick masturbating on my sofa was my sister.
I nodded,
“I love pussy, but Sammie….what the fuck?”
She smiled. “Ed, that’s not an answer but yet another question. I can play this game all night. And you are already naked.”
I pondered this head game she was playing.
“Sure, I’m sure it is delicious.” I said and then made a linking motion.
YES, My answer was sarcastic.
Ihave found that sarcasim is much easier to take than outright insults.
“Well, smartass, you owe me something and have no clothes to offer.” She replied.
I shrugged.
My mind was now frantically searching for a way to get out of this situation.
But, unfortunately, my penis was blocking all rational thoughts. Like standing up and walking out of room so I sat, still, quiet…..dumbfounded.
“Blindfold?” She half asked half demanded.
She tugged the T-shirt off and oreder me to blindfold myself.
I just held the shirt and stared at the silver rings around her nipples which I can only image she put on when she got here.
“I think I have another question to answer first…isnt that right?” I asked.
Yes, I was stalling.
She clearly had a boob job at some point because her tits were tight and perfectly even. They looked very nice.
“Ok, she said,
“Question two – May I give you a taste of my pussy while I suck your cock, big brother?”
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