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   Sweet Sister - Chapter 1

   Andrea stood on the porch of her family's country house, watching the
road for her sister's car.  It had been many months since she'd seen Megan,
since her baby sister had left for the big city to pursue a career in local
media.  When she'd left, Andrea had truly wished for her success, even
though it meant missing her terribly.  But Megan had failed at being a
pundit on a local television show, just like she'd failed as a model, and
just like she'd failed at everything else in her young life, and when she
failed she invariably came back to Andrea.

   Andrea and her sister had always been very close.  Growing up, their
parents had never really been there for the two of them, so as the older
sister, it fell on Andrea to take care of Megan.  When Megan learned to
walk, it was Andrea holding her hand.  When Megan first bled, it was Andrea
who explained it to her.  When Megan learned to drive, it was Andrea in the
passenger seat.

   Andrea had even been her sister's first real kiss, when she'd taught a
teenage Megan how to properly french a boy.  That kiss had led to a new,
more intimate phase in their relationship, one that lasted for several
years, and those were some of the happiest years for Andrea.  She knew that
Megan didn't feel quite the same way about her, that their dalliances
beneath the covers in Megan's bedroom were just fun and games for her
younger sister, but Andrea told herself that she didn't need Megan's
complete devotion.

   Eventually, however, Megan seemed to grow tired of their relationship,
and she began spending more time with the men she met in town and less with
her overly affectionate big sister.  Andrea knew that it was only a matter
of time before she ended their intimacy entirely, so she wasn't surprised
when Megan stopped inviting her older sister into her bedroom.  Andrea
never made a fuss about it, though it killed her to see Megan stepping out
with a guy who she knew would be no good for her, and Megan always seemed
to pick those sorts of guys.  Andrea watched as one man after another
seemed to take advantage of her and then discard her, and she was always
there to comfort her baby sister the best she could.

   Megan's work life had been no more fruitful than her love life, with one
disastrous career after another.  When she graduated High School, their
mother had wanted to see Megan go to college, but Andrea's sister had been
courted by a talent scout that summer, and he had convinced her she had the
ability to be a first class model on the local scene.  Andrea admitted that
Megan had the body for it.  She had always been a little bit jealous of the
fact that her little sister had grown up so much taller, and so much more
well developed, than Andrea herself.

   Andrea didn't think of herself as unattractive by any means.  Her
sister, however, stood a full half foot taller than her at five feet ten
inches, and had a full c cup bosom to Andrea's small b's.  She had longer
legs and darker brown hair, and her eyes, while the same shade of blue as
Andrea's own, were somehow more captivating to every man they met.  It
helped that Megan always dressed the part, with her skimpy skirts and crop
tops showing off an ample amount of flesh to men and women alike, whereas
Andrea tended to dress more conservatively.  No one would deny that Megan
was the more stunning of the two of them, and certainly not Andrea herself.


   Unfortunately, after a few years of steady work, Megan's modeling career
fell flat.  She stopped getting phone calls from local advertisers and
started having to settle for amateur photography work, the kind of thing
that usually entailed getting undressed in some stranger's apartment for
pictures that would probably be sold on a random website as soft-core
pornography.  During this time she continued to live at home with Andrea,
and her older sister would try her best to convince Megan that she should
just give up her fantasy and get a decent job.  Privately, Andrea would
have been happy if Megan didn't work and instead spent all her time at home
with her sister, since Andrea made enough money with her internet business
to support both of them.

   Megan's fortune seemed to change shortly before her twenty fourth
birthday, when a man from a larger market contacted her with the news that
he'd seen some of her old portfolios floating around online and thought
that she would be an excellent addition to his new local talk show.  The
format would be similar to "The View", in that there would be a number of
women of various looks and backgrounds who would get together to comment on
the news of the day and interview local guests.  It sounded to Megan like a
dream opportunity, and as usual Andrea supported her all the way, though
she had misgivings about her sister moving a couple hundred miles away for
the job.

   As it turned out, Andrea was right to worry.  The show went south very
quickly, and Megan's contract was not renewed beyond the first few
episodes. She rapidly found herself out of money and all alone in the big
city, and once again it was Andrea who had to bail her out of her troubles,
wiring her a few thousand dollars to tide her over until she could find a
new job.  Megan sent her back reports of applications that she'd put in and
prospective employers she'd courted, but in a few months she was back on
the phone asking Andrea for more money.

   That's when Andrea made up her mind that something permanent had to be
done about Megan.  She still dearly loved her sister, probably more than
Megan knew, but she cared too much to keep worrying about her and letting
her further ruin her life.  Also, Andrea was getting tired of being the one
who Megan always ran to for sympathy and support.  Maybe she was still a
little resentful that her sister had chosen to end the physical aspect of
their relationship.  Well none of that would matter anymore, because her
baby sister was coming home to her, and Andrea wasn't going to let her go
ever again.

   Andrea stepped back into the house for a moment to fetch something from
the kitchen.  As she walked past the computer screen, she paused and
smiled. Displayed in her web browser was a story that had inspired her in
finding a solution to her "Megan Problem".  Andrea was a big fan of erotic
fiction, especially fiction of a very specific nature, involving a few
particular fetishes she'd had since she was a girl, but didn't dare share
with anyone else.  This specific story was one of her favorites.  It was
written by a man who went by the moniker "ladykiller66" and was titled "I
love you to pieces." Of course, in the story the "Ladykiller" had a very
willing partner to participate in what unfolded on the following pages. 
But that was a minor detail.

   Just as she was musing on this, a beaten up red Volvo pulled into the
driveway, and Andrea left the living room and hurried out to the porch to
meet her little sister.  Megan emerged from the vehicle and smiled that
charming smile that she always wore when she was trying to get Andrea's
sympathy.  Her sister returned the smile and walked across the lawn to meet
her, her empty hand waving.  The siblings crossed the lawn to meet each
other, and then they embraced, and Andrea savored the hug, knowing this
would be the last time she would ever be in her sister's arms.

   But before Megan could release her, Andrea brought the thing she had
fetched from the kitchen up to the side of her sister's throat, a small,
disposable syringe, which she plunged into her flesh.  Megan looked Andrea
in the face, those beautiful eyes of hers wide with surprise and sudden
alarm, and then they were softly closing, and Andrea's sister was asleep in
her grip.  She gave Megan a soft kiss upon the forehead before dragging her
up the steps of the front porch and into the house.

   Sweet Sister - Chapter Two

   Andrea helped her sleeping sister into the house, dragging her by her
shoulders through the living room and into the hallway.  Using a foot,she
pushed open the door to Megan's old bedroom, and pulled her inside. 
Megan's room had been decorated in the same basic way for ten years, ever
since she had grown out of her pink ponies and teddy bears phase.  For the
past decade it had been decked out in dark, but not oppressive colors,
mostly blues and grays, with a generous queen-sized bed, floral pattern on
the walls and a cozy plush carpet.

   It was quite different now.  Andrea had dispensed with all that, and
turned Megan's bedroom into a place more suited for her little sister's
fate.  Gone was the pretty wallpaper, the thick carpeting, the fancy
furniture that had mostly been purchased by Andrea anyway.  In their place
was a single item, a metal table that Andrea had ordered from a German
manufacturer who specialized in creating custom bondage equipment.  It was
six feet long and three feet wide, with six welded restraints that could be
securely padlocked in place.

   Andrea lifted her sister, no mean feat for the smaller woman, and laid
her lengthwise across the metal surface, her body facing upward.  The drug
Andrea had injected into Megan was already beginning to wear off, so she
hurried to secure the restraints.  There were two that closed over her
sister's slender wrists, two that clasped her just above the ankles, one
that held her by the waist, and a last restraint for her pretty throat. 
Andrea slapped small brass locks through the rings that held each of these
bindings into place, then left her sister to wake up alone while she
rounded up a few supplies from the kitchen for first day's activities.

   She was gone for about twenty minutes, and when she reentered Megan's
room her sister was just coming properly around.  Andrea set the things she
was carrying on the edge of the table and moved to her sister's side,
laying a hand on her cheek as the fogginess began to clear from her
sister's beautiful face.  Megan's eyes fluttered as they tried to focus on
her own, and finally her sister tried to speak.

   "Ah...Andi..?" she said, calling Andrea by her childhood nickname. 
"What's going on?  I feel funny...can't move..."

   Andrea leaned down and kissed her sister's cheek.  "Don't try, sis.  You
are tucked in all snug and tight for me now." She straightened up again and
casually ran a hand across the front of her sister's clothed body.

   Megan tried to lift her head, but the brace across her throat prevented
her from much movement.  "What are you...what's going on?" Her voice was
clearer now, her budding panic obviously helping to clear her head.

   Andrea reached for the first of the items she'd brought, a heavy duty
pair of kitchen shears, made to cut through bone if need be.  "Megan,
dear," she said to her sister as she began to cut away the thin white
blouse that covered her torso, "we both know how much of a disappointment
your life has been for a long time now." She slid the blades of the
scissors across Megan's tight tummy and between her ample breasts, pushing
the lower blade under the middle of her bra and snapping it cleanly in two
as she cut all the way up to Megan's collar.

   Megan began to struggle in earnest as she fully regained her wits, but
Andrea paid it no mind, continuing to cut away at the fabric of her top
until she could remove it and the bra completely.  Then she scooted lower
on the table.  "If this is some sort of fucking game, Andrea, it's not
funny!" said Megan as her sister started using the shears to cut away her
skirt and panties.

   Andrea shook her head.  "This isn't a game, sis.  This is your life now,
for what its worth.  Ever since you left me, Megan, your life has been a
disaster, and I have decided that I'm going to put an end to that.  In
fact, I'm putting an end to everything, as far as you're concerned, sis. 
Your life is already over.  It ended the day you left me.  You've just been
dragging out the inevitable since then."

   Andrea's words were truly beginning to frighten her sister.  She could
tell by Megan's expression, a mixture of confusion and terror.  Part of her
felt sorry for the person who had once been her lover, but a greater part
of her felt the thrill of control and the irresistible desire to push
forward with her plan.  She finished cutting away and pulling apart the
lower half of Megan's clothes, tossing the rags in a corner of the empty
room, then stood up and walked around to the foot of the table.

   As Andrea started to remove Megan's shoes and socks, her sister began to
tear up.  "What..what are you going to do to me?" she asked in a quavering
voice.

   Andrea stroked her little sister's bare foot and smiled across the table
at her.  "I'm going to do lots of things to you, sis.  Lots of very
unpleasant things.  Unpleasant for you, anyway.  But I promise that these
last days we spend together will be the happiest for me." She released her
sister's foot and reached across the table for the next item she'd brought.
It was another syringe, pre-loaded with a cocktail that would act as a
local anesthetic.  She poked the needle into her sister's foot just beneath
the ankle and squeezed the plunger half way down.  Then she did the same to
the other foot, emptying the syringe completely.  The chemicals should act
almost instantly, though they wouldn't completely dull the pain of what was
about to happen next.

   Megan couldn't see very well what was happening to her feet, but her
panic was rising through the roof.  She was breathing hard and Andrea
almost swore she could hear her sister's heart thumping rapidly in her
chest.  Andrea's own pulse was surprisingly even.  She'd done this so many
times in her head that it seemed natural to her now.  She set the syringe
aside and reached for the third item she'd brought, making sure her sister
could get a good look at it as she lifted it over her feet.  It was a
knife, a heavy, serrated blade, though not too long, with a simple wooden
handle.

   At the sight of utensil, Megan began to scream in earnest.  Andrea had
never heard anything quite like it, so different from the studio cries you
hear from Hollywood damsels in distress.  The sound shot through Andrea's
body, sending a jolt all the way from her ears to the junction of her
thighs.  Andrea did her best to contain her excitement though.  She wanted
to do a proper job of this first irreversible act.  Taking a deep breath to
steady herself, she began to cut, drawing the blade across the point where
the top of her sister's foot met the bottom of her shin.  Megan began to
thrash as she felt the blade slice into her flesh, but the tightness of the
custom-sized restraints made it impossible for her to do more than wiggle
her foot back and forth, and Andrea used her free hand hold it steady as
she continued to cut through Megan's ankle.

   When the blade had finished slicing through the ankle of Megan's right
foot, Andrea set the severed body part on the table beside her sister and
repeated the procedure, cutting cleanly and swiftly through the left ankle,
and in less three minutes both feet were gone.  Andrea worked quickly to
stop the bleeding, bandaging up the stumps just below the restraints that
still held her sister's shins in place, then stepped around the table to
speak to Megan once again.

   Megan was still screaming, though her cries were slowly diminishing as
she became overwhelmed by the shock of what Andrea had just done.  Andrea
herself felt amazing.  She'd gone through with the first step in her plan,
and there was nothing she could do to change that now.  There was no
turning back, no changing her mind and letting her sister go, trying to
play the whole thing off as some sort of twisted joke.  Megan's fate was
well and truly sealed, and this fact resonated through Andrea like a rush
of the sweetest drug.  She sat on the edge of the table by her sister's
head, reaching down to stroke her tear-soaked cheek with slightly bloody
fingers.

   "Don't fret, Megan.  Don't you see?  I've solved all your problems. 
There's nothing left for you to worry about.  Your miserable life is over
now, and your last days will be filled with purpose, paying me back for all
the pains I've gone through for you over the last twenty-four years." She
leaned down and pressed her lips against Megan's open mouth, kissing her
softly.  Megan didn't return the gesture, simply whimpering into her older
sister's mouth, but Andrea didn't mind.  She was sure Megan would come
around before her inevitable end.

   Sweet Sister - Chapter 3

   Andrea bent over the front of her oven, an older Electrolux model, but
still one of her favorite possessions, and cracked open the door to take a
peek and a sniff at what was baking inside.  The delicious, savory scent of
cooking flesh filled her nostrils.  She donned an oven mitt and reached
inside, pulling out the rack that held the roasting pan containing the
day's meal.  Andrea fetched the small metal pan that sat on top of the
stove, filled with her homemade baste, a mix of softened butter, lemon
juice, fresh basil and thyme leaves, a bit of sage and a dash of pepper. 
Stirring this mix with a plastic brush, she drizzled a bit more of it
across the meat in the pan, then used the brush to even out the
distribution.  After taking one last whiff, Andrea pushed the rack back
into the oven and closed the door.

   It had been over a week since she'd first enjoyed the distinct scent of
roasting human meat, but she still couldn't get enough of it.  Megan's feet
had cooked up so wonderfully that first night.  She'd grilled them on her
stove top, and then she'd carved them up and greedily devoured both of
them. Over the next several days, more of her sister's lower limbs had gone
under the knife and then, invariably, onto Andrea's menu.  However, She did
try not to be as greedy after that first night, offering up healthy
portions of her little sister's calves to Megan at meal times.  Megan had
stubbornly refused to partake, but Andrea expected her resistance was
weakening after over seven days without food.

   Andrea left the kitchen and walked back into her sister's bedroom,
smiling when she saw that Megan was awake.  Her sister had taken to
sleeping a lot in the last couple days.  Andrea suspected that part of this
had to do with her sister's wanting to escape the reality of what was
happening to her, and part of it had to do with the intravenous drip that
was feeding her a mix of hydrating fluid and morphine.  The fluids were to
keep her healthy while Andrea slowly disassembled her, and the morphine was
to stave off the pain.  After all, she still loved her sister dearly, and
she didn't want this experience to be any more painful than was necessary.

   This morning, Andrea had added a new chemical to her little sister's
I.V. bag while Megan slept, a diluted methylenedioxymethamphetamine serum.
This cocktail should not only help her sister stay more alert in the days
to come, but it might also help her to come to terms with her fate.  As
Andrea entered Megan's bedroom she could tell that the new drug was already
having an effect.  Megan was conscious, and when she turned her head
slightly at the sound of her sister's approach, she didn't have that
panicked look in her eyes that had met Andrea over the previous seven days.

   "Hi, sis," Andrea said as she crossed to the head of the metal table
where Megan was still tightly restrained.  "How are you feeling?"

   Megan didn't answer at first.  She looked a little bit spaced out. 
Understandable, thought Andrea.  Maybe tomorrow she should lower the dosage
a bit.

   "I..Andi?" Megan stared up at Andrea with those perfect blue eyes of
hers, and Andrea couldn't help but lean down and kiss her forehead.  "I...I
had the weirdest dream...you were doing...things...to me.."

   Andrea placed a gentle finger across her sister's pretty lips.  "Hush,
Megan.  Its alright.  Andrea is here for you, just like always." She
stroked her sister's cheek.

   "Where am I?" asked Megan, a little more clearly this time.

   "You're in your bedroom, sweetie, right where you've been for the last
week.  I put you here for safekeeping, remember?  Remember when I took your
feet?"

   Megan's eyes lost focus for a second as she tried to make sense of these
words, then she slowly shook her head.

   "Well its true, sleepy head.  They're both gone now.  I ate them all up.
Then I took your shins and calves, and I cooked them in the backyard.  I
got quite a bit of good meat off of them."

   Megan's blue eyes slowly widened as these events began to trickle back
into her memory, and there was a faint echo of the horror that had been in
her face the previous few days, but only faint.  Andrea took a sadistic
pleasure in it all the same.

   "Then, yesterday, I took your left thigh.  That was quite the operation,
I don't need to remind you, since you were awake for the whole thing.  And
this morning, while you were being a sleepy head, I removed the right one
too.  They're both roasting in the oven right now.  We can eat in about
twenty minutes, I guess."

   As Andrea lovingly described how she'd butchered her sister's lower
limbs over the last few days, she let her left hand glide down over Megan's
belly, which trembled slightly at her touch, and across each of the very
short stumps where her thighs had been.  When she touched the bandaged
areas, Megan stirred a bit, most likely from an echo of pain breaking
through the morphine, but Andrea didn't mind.  Even though she'd done her
best to make this as comfortable as possible for Megan, she still didn't'
think of her little sister as anything more than meat now, live meat for
her amusement.

   "I..I thought..you loved me..." said Megan in a voice that didn't sound
so much upset as confused.

   "I do, sis, as much as I ever have," said Andrea, as she let her fingers
slip between the stumps where Megan's thighs had been, cupping her sister's
plump, freshly shaved sex lips.  "And there was a time when I thought we'd
grow old together as lovers," she said as her palm began to ground against
the top of Megan's bare mound.  "But you and I both know that you chose to
throw your life away instead, and now this is all you're good for, sis."

   As Megan's lips parted again, Andrea cut her off by kissing them, and
this time, in her confused state, her sister responded.  Andrea's lips
pushed Megan's own apart and she slid the tip of her tongue into her
sister's mouth for the first time in years, while her hand continued to cup
and massage Megan's sex.  For a moment it seemed to Andrea that they were
teenagers again, cuddled up beneath Megan's blankets as they explored each
other's young bodies, and Andrea let herself get lost in those memories.

   However, their kiss was cut suddenly short by a loud buzzing sound. 
Andrea suddenly straightened up, releasing her grip upon her sister's
nether lips.  "Sounds like lunch is ready, sis.  I hope you'll be a good
girl and eat a bit today." Without waiting for her sister to answer, Andrea
turned and left a very confused and panting Megan strapped helplessly to
her table.

   As it turned out, Megan did eat.  Andrea sat beside her sister and fed
her bites on the end of her own fork as she chatted, telling her sister how
delicious she was.  She told Megan all about how she'd been fantasizing for
years about cooking and eating another woman, or being cooked and eaten
herself, ever since she was old enough to surf the web alone and came
across some very enlightening drawings by a man who went by the name of
Dolcett, along with a few other talented artists.

   Megan didn't comment much during this meal, mostly listening to her
sister as she was fed.  She did ask a couple questions.  She wanted to know
how long Andrea was going to keep her alive and what else was going to
happen to her, and whether Andrea actually thought she could get away with
just eating another person.

   Andrea laughed at the second question, choosing to answer it first.  "My
dear, sweet Megan, you're not a person, not anymore.  You're just meat. 
But you have to admit that no one will really miss you when you're gone. 
You have no job, no real friends, unless you count all the men who've
dumped you over the years, no family other than me...No one is going to
give you a second thought after I'm finished with you." Megan's eyes
widened as Andrea spoke, as if she was only just realizing the truth of
this.  Andrea smiled as she saw the realization dawn on her sister's still
lovely face.

   "As for your first question, sis, well of course you are not long for
this world, but by now I hope that is already plain and clear.  However,
I'm not planning to get rid of you completely quite yet.  I want us to be
able to share some valuable sister time before I'm willing let you go." She
reached over and brushed a few errant strands of her sister's dark hair
from her face as Megan tried to think of some response to these statements.
Apparently she could not come up with anything, because eventually she
stopped looking like she was about to say something, and simply laid her
head back against the metal table.

   Andrea used a napkin to wipe her sister's lips before she left her
again, taking the plate with her as she went back into the kitchen.  There
was quite a bit of Megan's thigh meat left in the the large roasting pan,
so Andrea covered it over and placed it in the bottom of the refrigerator.
There were going to be quite a few leftovers, Andrea suspected, before this
whole event was concluded.  She wondered if she should make sandwiches out
of what would be left of Megan when she was finally finished with her
sister, and share them with her neighbors.  That naughty thought gave
Andrea a wonderful shiver as she closed the refrigerator door and went to
wash up the dishes.

   Sweet Sister - Chapter 4

   Megan woke up to the sound of her sister entering her bedroom early in
the morning.  She lifted her head as much as she could, given the restraint
that was still tightly bound across her throat, to watch as her sister
walked to her side and smiled down at her.  "Good morning, sis.  I hope you
had a pleasant sleep after yesterday's fun," she said, reaching down to
caress Megan's cheek.

   The previous day Megan had lost her forearms.  Andrea took them using a
boning knife, shoving the blade into the crook of each elbow and then
slowly separating the joint, cutting away the tendons and ligaments, till
only her sister's upper arms remained.  Those stumps now moved freely
against the table, since the restraints that had held her arms down by
their wrists were now useless.

   Andrea let her fingers run down over Megan's shoulder, caressing the top
of her left arm.  "I have some good news, Megan," she said as she felt the
stump, causing her sister to squirm even more in her bonds.  "This morning
I'm going to remove you from this cold, uncomfortable room of yours and let
you spend some time in a real bed.  Won't that be nice?"

   Megan slowly nodded her head.  It was apparent to Andrea that her sister
had, over the last few days, finally come to realize that it was no use
pleading for her life anymore.  There wasn't much point left in it, anyway,
since she'd already lost so much.  Andrea knew that Megan hadn't come to
agree with her fate, but she settled for acceptance.  It was a big step.

   Of course, Megan hadn't said all this explicitly.  She didn't really try
to speak anymore.  Andrea supposed that, given her position, it must be
hard to think of anything important to say now that the begging was over.
She thought this was also progress.  Megan's words were just another piece
of her that Andrea had seemingly removed and disposed of.

   "Anyway, Sis, before we move you, we need finish getting rid of those
pesky arms of yours." She sat the tray she'd brought with her on the table
beside Megan.  From the tray she selected a shortish serrated blade, a
folding saw she'd picked up that morning from the hardware store in town.

   Andrea climbed up onto the table beside her sister and straddled her
lap, looming over her with the blade.  Megan began to whimper and squirm
involuntarily beneath her older sister.  Andrea guessed that, even though
Megan knew it was hopeless, her body still got the better of her at times
like this.  Andrea forgave her for this shortcoming, just like she always
had forgiven all of Megan's many failings, and grabbed the middle of her
left upper arm with her free hand.

   Megan's eyes, which had been full of sleepiness only moments before,
were now wide with alarm, and Andrea watched them as she started to cut
into her sister's flesh just beneath the shoulder.  The teeth of the
folding saw were very effective, tearing quickly through the meat and into
the bone without much resistance.  Megan began to cry out in pain, and
Andrea admitted to herself that this turned her on, causing her to start
rocking her hips back and forth against her sister's pelvis, grinding her
own pussy into it, but she still did her best to finish the job quickly. 
As soon as the left arm was gone, Andrea moved in on the right, not giving
Megan a chance to recover before sawing into that as well.

   The whole thing lasted only a few minutes, and soon Megan was reduced to
a naked torso.  Andrea dutifully bound up the wounds where hers sister's
arms had been, and then she laid down on top of Megan, needing to take a
bit of a breather after all that excitement and exertion.

   Megan continued to whimper and weep for a few minutes while Andrea
stretched out over her, softly kissing her tear stained cheeks.  Eventually
she quieted down though, and Andrea sighed and relaxed.  She began to
whisper in Megan's ear as she played with her little sister's hair.

   "You're so sexy like this, Megan," she said.  "You're so perfectly
helpless now, so irreversibly damaged.  You could never be whole again,
baby.  It turns me on so much to think about how I've done this to you, how
I've made you so perfect for me."

   Soon she was kissing Megan's lips while her fingers ran through her long
brown hair.  Megan was still quietly crying, but she started kissing her
sister back all the same.  This first real response to her affections
caused Andrea to moan into Megan's mouth, and she tightened her grip in her
sister's hair.  She knew that Megan was broken now.

   After enjoying this special moment, Andrea broke their kiss and slowly
got up off her sister.  She climbed down off the table and carried the
bloody saw on its tray out of the room.  In a few minutes she had returned,
though, and this time she was carrying a small pan full of warm, soapy
water and a fluffy wash rag.  She sat these down and then started for the
first time in the many days that Megan had been her prisoner to unlock the
other woman's bonds.  The little padlocks came off of them and then she
pulled them aside, exposing the only parts of her sister that had been
hidden from her before, the thin strip of tummy and her beautiful neck.

   Megan seemed taken aback at the sudden freedom, and she slowly wiggled
from side to side, turning her head about and twisting her hips.  Andrea
thought she looked so adorably helpless doing that.  It made her smile
widely as she reached to press a hand against her sister's chest just above
her breasts.  "Hold still, Megan.  I know you're anxious to be free of this
dirty old table, but we need to get you washed up before I bring you into
my bed."

   Andrea soaked the wash rag and began to lovingly sponge the many days
worth of accumulated sweat and filth from her sister's pale skin.  She
admitted to herself that she was enjoying doing this, but she didn't permit
herself to get too distracted with that.  She'd be able to have all the fun
she wanted with Megan after she was finished.  Once Megan's front was
thoroughly washed, Andrea lifted her into as much of a sitting position as
was possible for her stump of a sister to manage, and she washed her back
and bottom.

   When she was finally finished, she dropped the dirty rag into the pan
and wrapped her arms around Megan's middle, lifting her up from the table
for the first time.  She was surprised at how light her sister was now,
just a toy in her arms.  She carried Megan out through the open door and
down the hallway while her sister looked around, obviously glad to see
something besides bare walls and ceiling.  Using her foot she pushed open
the door to her own room and carried Megan inside, gently setting her on
top of the blankets that covered her own, large bed.

   She kissed Megan's cheek and then left her alone for a while to roll
about on the bed and enjoy her bit of freedom and comfort while Andrea went
back to Megan's room to finish cleaning up the mess from the morning's
operation.  She washed the metal table clean, wondering to herself what she
was going to do with it now that it was no longer really necessary.  After
all, Megan didn't need binding anymore.  There was no way she could escape
Andrea now even if she still had spirit enough left to try.  Andrea closed
Megan's bedroom behind her and locked the door.  She would decide what to
do with that another time.  Right now she wanted to enjoy the rest of the
day with her sweet sister.

   Andrea slowly stripped off her clothes as she walked down the hallway
again back to where what was left of Megan was waiting for her.  She was
fully nude by the time she stepped through her bedroom door, and she smiled
to see that Megan was right where she'd left her.  Of course she was.  She
had no choice anymore.

   Andrea joined Megan on the bed, stretching out beside her and laying the
palm of her right hand across Megan's soft belly.  She caressed her
sister's vulnerable body as she pressed her lips against Megan's ear and
kissed her there softly.  "You're so beautiful like this, Megan.  I would
keep you like this forever if I could.  I just wanted you to know that."
She knew in her heart that this was stretching the truth a bit.  She did
love having Megan again, and especially in this way, with her sister so
completely dependent upon her, unable to ever leave her again, but she also
knew she wanted to finish it soon, before the lustre of the fantasy began
to wear off.

   In the meantime, she would treasure this short time with Megan.  She let
her fingers wander lower over the swell of her sister's belly and abdomen,
then down across her bare mound.  Andrea's lips were also moving lower,
kissing the side of Megan's throat, her bare shoulder, her chest, the rise
of her right breast.  She latched onto her sister's nipple and gently
sucked and teethed it while her fingers spread Megan's sex lips apart and
dipped between them.

   Megan's body began to respond almost immediately to Andrea, and she
arched her back as Andrea pulled more of Megan's nipple into her mouth and
bit down upon it.  Andrea's middle finger slipped easily into her sister's
vaginal opening, surprisingly easily.  Andrea smiled.  Her little sister
was getting wet for her, just like she used to so long ago.  She moved her
penetrating digit around inside Megan while she ground the flat of her palm
against her sister's clit, and soon Megan was moaning aloud, twisting
helplessly for her as Andrea slowly forced an orgasm upon what remained of
her body.

   They made love all day.  Actually a more honest description would be
that Andrea made love to Megan.  Her little sister wasn't in any condition
to return the favor, but Andrea didn't mind, and eventually she drifted off
to sleep beside Megan, her arms wrapped around her naked half-body, and
together they slept until the morning.

   Sweet Sister - Chapter 5

   Andrea woke up with Megan's mutilated body still snuggled against her.
Her little sister was still sleeping, and her face looked so sweet that
Andrea couldn't help but lean down and steal a soft kiss from her lips. 
The previous day had been so wonderful for her.  It had been all she'd ever
really wanted from Megan, to be with her and to love her, even if her
sister no longer had any choice.  She wondered what life might have been
like if Megan had never left her before, or if she'd come willingly back to
her.

   Their life would have been so much different now, certainly.  Megan
would not have suffered so much disappointment and loss over the past
several years, and Andrea would never have had to deal with the pain of her
sister's rejection.  They might still be a happy couple, living in private,
domestic bliss in the old family house, Andrea taking care of her little
sister, and Megan making her happy every day.

   It didn't really matter now, Andrea told herself.  What was done was
well and truly done, and there was no changing the past.  Megan couldn't
take back all the things she'd done to hurt her big sister, and Andrea
couldn't take back the last couple incredible weeks where she'd taken her
just revenge, just like she couldn't change Megan's ultimate, rapidly
approaching fate.

   Nevertheless, Andrea enjoyed this moment, with her lips pressed softly
against her sleeping sister's sweet mouth, and her soft palm caressing
Megan's naked torso.  Slowly her little sister began to awaken, eyes
fluttering open to see Andrea's face looming over hers.  Andrea loved
catching Megan's expression when she woke up these last several days,, when
Megan came out of whatever wonderful dream she was having, and slowly
remembered the horror of her reality.  Andrea didn't know exactly why this
aroused her so much.  It was something about those amazing eyes slowly
shifting from contentment, through confusion and then terror before finally
settling into resignation.  Those amazing eyes...

   Andrea smiled and tweaked her sister's nose in a playful manner. 
"Morning, sweetie.  Did you sleep well?  I sure did.  I have really missed
sharing a bed with you."

   She slid her hands up across Megan's ribs and over the rise of her left
breast as she spoke.  "I was just wondering, before you woke up, how
different things would be if you'd never left me, Megan."

   Her fingers found her little sister's left nipple and began to tease and
twist it gently between them.  "Wouldn't it have been wonderful, you and me
together forever?  I want you to know I wanted that.  You could have made
me so happy."

   She started to kiss her sister's neck as she continued to tease her
nipple, slowly moving her mouth lower across the landscape of Megan's
chest. She tongued and teethed her way over Megan's right breast and then
down again across her stomach.  She tasted the dip of Megan's navel,
swirling the tip of her wet tongue inside it a bit before continuing along
her way over her little sister's abdomen.

   Finally Andrea's mouth found what it was seeking out, and she opened her
hungry lips wide, latching onto the top of Megan's shaven mound.  She
sucked in as much of that flesh as she could, pushing the lips apart with
her tongue to seek out Megan's little love button.  When she found it, she
began to push it back and forth, flicking it playfully.  As she sucked and
lapped and teased Megan's sex, her stump of a sister began to moan softly,
arching her back and closing those blue eyes that Andrea loved so much.

   Soon she knew that her helpless little sister was on the verge of a
climax, and she quickly lifted her mouth away, leaving Megan's sex flushed
and wet, and wiped her lips on the back of her hand.  Then she got up off
of the bed and opened her closet door.  She rummaged around as quickly as
she could till she found what she was looking for.  It had been a very long
time since she'd worn it.

   A few years previously, just after Megan had broken off their intimacy,
Andrea had tried to find solace in the arms of another woman.  They had met
at a bar and immediately connected, at least physically.  The woman's body
was so much like Megan's that Andrea could pretend she was with her sister
whenever they had sex, but she never actually felt anything for this woman.
There were only two things she got out of the relationship, a bit of
physical comforting, and an eight inch, black rubber dildo attached to a
cloth harness.

   Now Andrea searched for that present, and when she found it she quickly
stepped into the straps, hoisting them up over her hips and cinching them
tight.  She loved the feel of the rubber phallus bobbing in front of her.
It was like the tip of a spear, and she was the warrior wielding it.  It
gave her such a rush.  Now she could finally find out what it felt like to
use it on her sister, whether Megan liked it or not.

   Andrea climbed back up onto the bed, and Megan's blue eyes followed her,
looking between her own face and the fake cock hanging from her lap.  She
began to breathe faster, squirming in place.  Andrea didn't' know if she
was trying to get away, or if she was just excited by what was about to
happen.  It didn't matter either way.  It was going to happen.

   Andrea reached down and grabbed Megan's wiggling hips, dragging her
sister along the blanket toward her.  When she was close enough, Andrea
lifted Megan's lower half and lined up the head of her smooth rubber dick
with her sister's pussy lips, then thrusted her hips forward as she pulled
Megan into her.

   Megan let out a loud cry, her eyes going wide.  Those amazing eyes,
thought Andrea.  She loved how they looked when they started to tear up. 
She began to pump into her sister, slamming her over and over again, sating
her lust while Megan moaned and whimpered.  Just watching her little sister
twist so helplessly on the end of her fake cock was enough to push herself
over the top, and she started to climax as she ground herself against
Megan. Her sister started to cry out louder, and Andrea hoped she was
cumming too.

   After a long moment where she held her sister's body against herself,
she slowly released Megan's hips, letting her slide free of the wet rubber
cock and back onto the mattress.  Megan was still whimpering, and Andrea
leaned across to comfort her.  "Oh god, Megan, that was so good...I've
wanted to do that to you for a long time now.  Did you cum on the end of my
cock, Megan?  Look at me and say you did.  Just say it with your eyes."

   Megan looked up at Andrea with her wet eyes and Andrea stared right back
down at them.  They were mesmerizing, even filled with tears as they were
right now, or maybe especially because of that.  She reached out to stroke
just above them with the flat of her thumb.  Megan seemed to relax at the
tenderness of her touch, and she smiled at this.  "You have such beautiful
eyes, sis.  I don't think I'll ever get used to never seeing them again."

   Suddenly Andrea had an idea.  She leaned down and gave Megan a quick
peck before hopping off of the bed and bounding out of the room toward the
kitchen.  It took her a few minutes to find what she was looking for, but
not too long.  She knew she had at least one rattling around in one of her
kitchen drawers...

   When she finally located it, she hurried back into the bedroom, her
black dildo bouncing obscenely in front of her.  Hopping onto the bed, she
landed over Megan, propping herself up on her knees, straddling her little
sister's waist so she couldn't try to wriggle away.  Then she leaned down
and touched Megan's cheek with her empty hand.  She caressed her cheek as
Megan's eyes looked up at her, full of something that seemed like equal
parts worry and curiosity.

   Andrea began to tug at the top of Megan's left eyelid, gently at first,
but still insistently.  Megan's other eye grew almost as wide as she became
more nervous.  Then she saw what Andrea had in her other hand.  It was a
short, white plastic spoonfork, the type one usually saw in cafeterias or
fast food restaurants.  Andrea brought the teeth of the utensil toward the
top of Megan's left eye, where her thumb was making such a nice gap between
it and the left lid, and Megan began in earnest to buck beneath her.

   It wasn't any use, of course.  Soon, Andrea was working the teeth of the
spork under the lid and around the top of Megan's eye, slowly forcing it
upward, peeling it inevitably out of the socket where it had nestled all
its life.  With a final twist of the handle, the eyeball came free, popping
out and sliding down Megan's cheek, dangling on the end of a long bundle of
nerves.

   Without pausing, Andrea moved both her thumb and the spoonfork to
Megan's right eye.  Megan was whimpering constantly now, and tears were
rolling down the right side of her face.  "Oh sis, I love your eyes so
fucking much, and crying's just gonna make this one come out easier. 
Anyway, you don't need them.  You're just meat for me now."

   In moments the second eye was dangling down the other side of Megan's
face, and Andrea searched the immediate area for something she could use to
cut the nerve cords.  Then she had a truly naughty idea.  She leaned closer
to Megan's face and scooped up her right eye with her lips.  It felt so
soft against her teeth and tongue, so fragile.  She rolled it around a
little, wondering if Megan could still see.  No matter, she wouldn't be
able to see much longer.  Andrea bit down hard on the nerve bundle behind
the eyeball, and she cut it cleanly in two with her teeth.  Then she spat
the severed eye in her palm.

   She stared at it.  It was just as beautiful in her hand as it had been
in Megan's pretty head.  Maybe even more so, because now it was Andrea's to
keep forever.  Andrea palmed it as she moved her mouth to grab the second
eye, sucking playfully upon it for a moment before finally biting it free
as well.  Now she had the matching set.

   Andrea let the two eyes roll about in her hand for a moment as she
watched them, then leaned over to sit them on the top of her nightstand. 
All this time Megan was weeping, a constant, pitiful noise that aroused
Andrea all over again.  She bent over her sister and began to lick the
tears from her cheeks.  Then she was tonguing the sockets where Megan's
eyes had been, and this drove her completely wild.  She started humping
against her sister's lap as she licked the empty cavities, and that's how
she climaxed for the second time that morning, with her tongue deep in
Megan's skull.

   Sweet Sister - Chapter 6

   Andrea stood outside in the morning sun.  She was completely nude except
for a pair of ankle socks and tennis shoes.  One of the things she liked
most about living in such a remote part of the county was that she could
partake of the outdoors au naturel like this.  She paced around the
expansive lawn, checking to make sure everything was ready.  This was the
most important day of her life, and it had to be perfect, both for her and
for her little sister.

   In the middle of the yard was a large, six burner gas grill with
stainless steel grating.  It was her latest extravagance, having just
arrived the previous night, while Andrea was taking another turn with Megan
using her strap on.  As much as Andrea had enjoyed fucking her little
sister before, there was something even hotter about doing it after having
taken Megan's eyes from her, leaving her sister that much more helpless.

   She had walked to the front door without bothering to cover up or remove
the harness, opening it wide and smiling at the middle aged delivery man.
The look on his face as he took in her naked body, her glistening wet strap
on cock, and the constant moaning coming from the room behind her, had been
absolutely priceless.  She'd signed for the grill and watched him bring it
into the back yard, and the whole time he steadfastly refused to mention
the awkwardness of the situation.  That was why Andrea knew she would be
able to get away with what she was doing.  When it comes right down to it,
people just don't really want to know.

   Now she admired the way the sun gleamed off of the grill's surface. 
She'd be making quite a mess of it today, but at least right now it was
pristine.  A few feet away from the grill was a oak tree, and draped over
one branch was a slender hemp rope, with both ends just barely touching the
grass.  One end was tied into a noose.  Andrea was quite proud of herself
for learning how to do that properly.  On the other side of the tree was a
wheel cart that was covered with tools of various shapes and sizes, and
behind everything was a hole.

   It was deep.  Andrea had spent much of the night digging it, and her
palms were blistered even though she'd word gloves to protect them.  When
she was finished she could stand waist deep in it, and she guessed that was
deep enough.  Behind the hole was a wooden cross that Andrea had fashioned
as a grave marker.  On the front of the cross she'd inscribed Megan's name,
as well as the date of her birth, and the date of her death, which Andrea
had placed at three years ago, when her sister had chosen to leave her.

   There wasn't really anything left to do now except to go and wake Megan.
Andrea walked back into the house and stepped into her bedroom, where the
blinded, mutilated remains of her sister were still sleeping soundly.  She
nudged Megan's stump of a shoulder, and Megan turned her face toward
Andrea, whimpering slightly as she returned to consciousness.  "Hey,
sweetie.  No sleeping in for you.  Today's the big day!"

   Megan opened her mouth to respond with another frightened whimper, but
Andrea cut her off with a passionate kiss.  As usual, Megan didn't resist,
returning the kiss as best she could.  It wasn't that she wanted to please
her sister, Andrea knew.  It was just that there wasn't anything left of
Megan's will.  It had been completely broken, severed like the rest of her
body.  Andrea guessed that if she had desired to keep her sister around,
Megan would continue to be an obedient fuck toy, but it wasn't in the
cards. Everything Andrea had done to Megan had been leading up to today. 
There was no stopping now.

   As Megan began to really stir, Andrea scooped her up in her arms and
carried her from the bed.  "Just relax, sis.  Its all going to be over very
soon.  Your whole, miserable adult life is going to be finished, and its
going to give me so much pleasure to do it." Megan started whimpering
louder at this, and Andrea gently rocked her sister in her arms as they
stepped outside.

   Andrea carried Megan to the tree and set her down in the grass beneath
the overhanging branch.  Megan didn't have much time to get used to the
feeling of the sun on her face or the grass under her back and bottom
before Andrea was fixing the rough noose around her neck.  Megan started
breathing fast, and Andrea could tell she was frightened.  It turned her on
so much to know how scared her sister must be.

   Andrea grabbed the other end of the rope and pulled it tight, slowly
lifting Megan up off the ground by her throat.  Soon her little sister was
upright, just the stumps of her thighs touching the grass.  Andrea walked
around the vertical half-body, inspecting it for a moment.  The noose was
just tight enough now around Megan's neck that she couldn't properly
whimper anymore.  Instead she just gurgled, a sound that Andrea found even
more amusing.

   "It's showtime, sis.  Let's get to work." Andrea walked to the cart and
started looking over the various tools.  She selected a long, serrated
blade and carried it over to the grill.  With the touch of a button the
burners ignited and blue flames began to burn under the bright metal grill.
She laid the blade across the top of the grill so that it would get good
and hot, then walked back over to the cart to get something else, a short,
wide pair of pliers.

   Andrea knelt in front of Megan and caressed her cheek.  Megan tried to
twist her head away from the touch, but Andrea held her still.  "Open your
mouth, baby." Megan did, though hesitantly, and before she could close it
again Andrea had the end of the pliers in her mouth.  Megan began to
wriggle in place, but Andrea managed to seize the end of her tongue between
the teeth of the pliers, and she started pulling it out from between her
lips.

   It wasn't easy after a minute or so.  The muscle only wanted to come out
so far, but Andrea really put her muscles into it, pressing the palm of her
free hand against Megan's face as she wrenched her tongue free.  Eventually
something tore and the long muscle started truly sliding out.  Andrea was
fascinated by how big it really was.  When it was all the way out she stood
up and carried it over to the grill.

   Andrea laid the tongue across one of the cooler sections of the grill so
that it wouldn't get burned while Andrea spent more time working on what
was left of Megan.  She tossed the pliers over her shoulder and grabbed the
wooden handle of the serrated knife she'd left over the fire to warm.  The
blade was almost glowing hot now, and the handle itself was hard to hold,
but Andrea gritted her teeth against the pain.  She could take a little
heat.  She carried the burning metal back to where Megan hanged, gurgling
and drooling a little blood, her empty mouth wide open.

   Andrea bent down and grabbed her little sister's large left breast, her
perfect breasts, the ones Andrea had always been jealous of, and that Megan
had wasted on her loser boyfriends instead of sharing with her.  No matter,
they were all Andrea's now.  She shoved the teeth of the blade under the
breast, pressed tight against Megan's ribs, and slowly she began to slice.
Megan's gurgling and wriggling became violent because of the pain of it,
but Andrea just tightened the rope to keep her in place.

   Soon she had cut all the way through the first of her sister's tits, and
she had to move fast to catch it so it didn't fall in the grass.  It was
heavier than she thought it would be.  She wanted to take a bite out of it
right then, but there was so much more work to do.  She hurried to lay the
breast on another section of the grill, with the nipple facing upward, and
headed back to Megan, still wielding the knife.  When she started cutting
into the second breast it was harder.  The knife had cooled significantly,
and there was a lot more blood.  However, she managed it and in minutes the
right breast was sitting in its appropriate place beside the left, sizzling
quietly on the grill.

   Megan was really bleeding now, and Andrea knew there wasn't much time to
finish what she'd started.  She dropped the long blade and rushed to the
cart to get her final implement, then returned to stand in front of her
sister's ruined body.  "You're almost gone now, aren't you sis?  Almost
destroyed now.  Its so hot watching you suffer like this.  What must be
going through what's left of your mind?"

   She grabbed the rope with her free hand and started to haul Megan into
the air.  It wasn't very hard to do, even one handed, since her sister was
so light now.  The noose tightened and Megan lifted off the grass, and her
lower half began to rock back and forth as she twisted on the end of the
rope.  When Andrea had her at face height she tied off the rope.  It was
perfect.

   She wrapped her arm around her strangling sister's waist and pulled her
butchered sister against her, feeling her warmth for the last time.  Then
she covered Megan's gaping, gurgling mouth with her own to take a last,
passionate kiss.  As her tongue probed Megan's empty mouth, she used the
tool she'd grabbed, a short, thin fillet knife, sinking it into her
sister's abdomen just above her mound.  Megan's muffled gurgling increased
against Andrea's lips as she started cutting deep, moving the blade around
the outside of her sister's shaven cunt lips.

   Eventually Andrea had to break the kiss so she could focus on the final
job.  She left Megan to finish her gurgling and strangling while she guided
the knife around her sister's pussy until she'd completed the cut.  Then
she dropped the knife and shoved the tips of her fingers into the gash on
either side of Megan's genitals, grabbing them firmly and ripping them
downward.  The cunt came off in a bloody hunk, bits of organ trailing
roughly from the back, but the pussy itself still looked perfect.  Andrea
raised it to her face and gave it a long, slow lick, savoring its raw
flavor one last time.

   Then, still holding the bloody cunt in her hands, she leaned into the
husk of her sister and whispered into her ear, hoping Megan could still
hear her, even though her struggling and gurgling had pretty much ceased.
"These last weeks have been perfect, sis, the way you've suffered so much
for me, and now you're dying for me, and that's so hot.  I loved you.  I
always loved you."

   The next day Andrea cut down Megan's body and buried her in the hole. 
She felt a little funny looking down on the mound of dirt that covered her
sister's remains.  She supposed that she should be mourning, but she'd been
doing that for years.  Now she was content to know that her sister wouldn't
ever leave her again, wouldn't cause her any more pain.

   It took weeks to finish eating what remained of Megan's meat, and she
got a thrill out of inviting over friends and neighbors and feeding bits of
her to them without their knowledge.  After those dinners she'd wave
goodnight to the well fed guests and watch them drive away, then return to
her kitchen and open the door to her freezer.  There, sitting prominently
on a plate, were Megan's beautiful blue eyes, still perfectly preserved,
and between them sat the washed remains of her pussy, wrapped tight in
plastic film.

   The End

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