Alice Has An Answer 8/10 {Redman} {inc mf bdsm}
(c) October 2000
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Authors Note: I would be interested in any comments or 
corrections that readers might care to share with me. 
I can be reached at redman@seductive.com.

Also, this work is not intended to be read by anyone 
under 18. If you are under 18, please do not read it. 
This story is a work of fiction. Everything in it is a 
product of my own imagination and does not represent 
the way that anyone of any age should be treated or to 
represent a norm of acceptable behavior. In 
particular, I do not through this story condone sex 
among minors or sexual acts between minors and adults. 


Alice Has An Answer
Part 8


The rest of the waning summer Alice and I explored our 
new game.  At first I approached it tentatively, a 
little afraid of hurting her and even more afraid of 
my own response.  Slowly I probed her capacity for 
pain and the erotic thrill she found in it.  I found a 
corresponding thrill for me as well, a thrill in 
tormenting her body and dominating her mind.

From the hardware store around the corner we bought 
soft, pliable rope.  To this Alice added, to my 
surprise, a bag of wooden clothespins.  We found a 
used scout manual at a thrift store that taught us the 
names and methods for tying knots.  It was hard to 
keep from bruising her at times.  Alice pushed for 
more.  I drew a firm line at anything involving 
cutting, bleeding or scarring.  I'm not at all certain 
where Alice would have drawn the line.  

That's not to say that Alice wasn't satisfied by our 
experiments.  After a day of being tied down and 
worked over, Alice was tired and nearing exhaustion.  
Even with the soft ropes, I learned to pad her wrists 
and ankles to prevent chaffing and rubbing her joints 
raw.  She started taking baths before Mother came 
home, deflecting her gaze from our artistry on Alice's 
lovely flesh.

We still played our other games.  We began each 
morning sprawled on Mother's bed, Alice's head bobbing 
between my legs.  She became adept at sucking me, at 
bringing me to the edge repeatedly and then finally 
pushing me over.  I became proficient at drawing out 
her pleasure as well.  When she was unfettered, Alice 
liked quick, fast orgasms.  When she was bound, I 
would prolong her anguish for hours.

I learned that Alice had a wicked, vivid imagination.  
She often described in lurid words what she desired, 
sometimes wanting me to go further than I was willing.  
But I learned that if I simulated what Alice wanted, 
describing in equally graphic terms what it might feel 
like, it was often enough to give her what she needed.  
In this manner, I learned to scar and brand and abuse 
the flesh of her imagination, sparing the flesh of her 
body.

We worked on signals, Alice and I.  After a while, I 
had to gag her so that her screams would not rouse the 
neighbors.  We tried washcloths, handkerchiefs and 
scarves. In a peculiar twist, Alice's favorite gag 
proved to be Mother's soiled panties.  She learned to 
tell me what she wanted with her eyes and with her 
touch, even when her mouth was full.

In fact, almost any action we took or description I 
embellished could be made even more titillating for 
Alice and I by my verbal inclusion of Mother to our 
bizarre games.  Our mother unknowingly became a third 
member of our sexual escapades.

Alice did not always prefer to be tied on the bed, 
though.  Sometimes I would tie her in disturbing ways 
in the middle of the floor, ways that exposed her 
bottom for spanking and her vagina for my amusement.  
Often I would spend as much time probing, stroking and 
teasing her anus as I did any other of her lovely 
parts.  I became adept at titillating one portion of 
her body for so long that even the original pleasure 
became an intense distraction.

At first I assumed we were spiraling downward, that 
our games were in some way sick and twisted.  But 
Alice flourished under my hand.  Mother raved about 
the new Alice, lavishing her and I with praises.  She 
even praised me, flirting with me teasingly as she did 
it, for my maturity and dependability.

Meanwhile, I meticulously learned the limits to how 
far I could bend without breaking, how far I could 
psychologically prod Alice without damaging her mind.  
Perhaps we were just lucky that we never got carried 
away too far.  Or, perhaps our common love and respect 
kept us safe even through this dangerous storm.

In any case, we both began the next school year 
completely changed individuals.  We both were used to 
starting new schools.  Mother's penchant for changing  
(or losing?) jobs and our limited economic status 
meant we had had to move frequently, going wherever 
the next job was available.  This time, I entered our 
new school more confident, more in control than ever 
before.

It was probably for the best that we had switched 
schools.  For one thing, Alice acted completely 
different now.  She talked to other girls, was more 
attentive to people and was generally less shy and 
distant than she had appeared before.  In short, she 
acted much as any other girl her age, albeit still 
being a little more shy and reserve than her 
classmates.  Certainly Alice did not stand out as 
being completely different as she had in previous 
years.

On the other hand, even I could recognize the swagger 
that I entered school with that year.  I was bigger 
than most boys my age were and, just as important, I 
knew more than these little boys about the ways of 
girls and women.  Their preadolescent humor and their 
immaturity astonished me.  A few months ago, I too had 
been completely naive.  Had I ever really acted that 
way?  I understood how much I had changed when I saw 
how little others my own age had done so.

Last year I had ignored the girls around me, assuming 
they were just like boys when I noticed them at all.  
Now I knew that girls held the mystery to life and 
pleasure.  I noticed them, and like some ancient line 
of priestesses, they seemed to recognize that I did.

I was a poor boy and new to their school.  By any 
measure, I should have been shunned and ignored.  But, 
when I returned the looks of even the popular girls, 
frankly appraising them by my new standards, they 
shied away demurely, attracted nonetheless.  Only with 
the mature women, my teachers, did I have to restrain 
myself, being careful when I imagined them tied and 
helpless on my bed.

But after I got over my initial shock of confronting 
these new girls at my school I started thinking, what 
are they to me?  I didn't need a girlfriend; I had a 
sister that was willing to do anything I wanted and 
more.  I didn't want to walk them home from school or 
talk to them on the phone.  Every minute spent on 
these girls outside of school was another minute I 
could spend with Alice, pursuing more worldly 
pleasures.  

So I decided just to return their frank glances, to 
watch their hips sway in front of me more dramatically 
when they saw me looking and to consider them 
knowingly as they adjusted their clothing before me 
without any further comments except our mutual 
understanding.  Some of the girls were as oblivious as 
the boys were.  But I could tell the ones that were 
already in touch with their sexual natures.  At our 
age, there were many more girls that understood the 
ways of sex than boys.  

All during the day I thought about what I would do to 
this one or that one if I had complete control over 
her body and mind.  All during the afternoon I worked 
out my fantasies on Alice.  Her body became the anvil 
on which I forged my desires.

On the third day of school, after I had reached this 
conclusion, even Alice could see an eagerness to my 
steps on our way home.  I told her I had been thinking 
about her all day, thinking about what I would do to 
her when we got home.  Alice's eyes brightened and her 
step quickened as well.  She told me that she had 
heard some girls in my grade talking about me today, 
but I wasn't sure whether she were trying to tease me 
or to inflame my desires more.  

"Jamie Nelson told Laurie Cooper that you were 
`dreamy' today in the bathroom while I was there."  
Alice always did have the knack for listening in on 
people's conversations.  It surprised me that she knew 
their names already, but they were two of the most 
popular and Alice was always a bright girl.

"Jamie Nelson has slutty hips.  She probably frigs 
herself all night."  Now that I had an ear for the 
language of sex, I had learned many more words and 
became more descriptive in their use, especially with 
Alice.

"Maybe she'll dream about you when she's frigging 
herself tonight, " Alice teased back.  I think she was 
looking forward to me being particularly vicious when 
we got home.

"Jamie Nelson would think I was really dreamy if I 
were to tie her down and cum down her throat, don't 
you think, Sis?" 

"I know I would, Johnny," she whispered hoarsely.  

"No, Alice.  You will.  Not you would." 

Alice just groaned and walked even faster.

When we got home I ordered Alice to strip immediately 
and lay down on her belly between our two beds.  I 
tied her ankles together with several loops and then 
her thighs with several more.  By running a line 
between those loops I was able to pull the two loops 
towards each other so that Alice would have to perch 
on her knees insecurely, balancing on just her 
kneecaps without the use of her feet.  From our 
experience this position began to really hurt after 30 
minutes or so.

Then I tied her wrist together tightly and then tied a 
short loop around her neck and to her wrist so that 
she had to lean forward on her elbows.  I stood back 
and inspected her.  Alice was perched precariously on 
her elbows and her knees, her feet high in the air, 
her bottom sticking up higher than her head.  

"You look beautiful like that, Alice," I said, ticking 
my fingers across her vulva.  Even just tying her with 
the ropes had gotten Alice to panting already.  I slid 
my index finger into her slick warmth, carefully 
stimulating her slowly.  I almost raised her to her 
peak, then slowly eased my finger out of her.

"I think your cherry's almost ripe dear!"

When Alice began to curse me for not finishing her, I 
decided it was time to gag her.  I had a very special 
gag in mind today.  One I had thought about while 
considering my English teacher during class today.

I walked to the front of Alice, nudging her just a bit 
with my hand on her pretty ass to remind her of her 
balance.  After I removed my pants, I knelt down in 
front of her, appraising her position.  Then I pulled 
back on her hair and stuffed my hard cock between her 
lips.

"Poor Alice, your mouth feels so good, I might never 
fuck you.  I know you want a good fucking, too.  Don't 
you want a good fucking, my little virgin?" I 
inquired, knowing her mouth was full.  Alice groaned 
in response, wiggling her upthrust bottom as much as 
the weight on her knees would allow.

"But I like looking at your ass like this too, Alice.  
Maybe I'll fuck your ass first.  Would you like that 
dear?"  I inched my penis further into her mouth so 
that the head would feel the vibrations of her 
moaning.

"Or maybe, when she joins us, I'll just fuck Mother 
ever day and have you lick us both clean.  That way 
you can stay a virgin forever, Alice.  Would you like 
that?"

I picked up several strands of the soft rope that I 
often used to whip her with because with just enough 
force it would sting but not mark.  I began to strike 
her upraised bottom with it, slowly timing each stroke 
to coincide with my gentle thrust into her mouth.

"Or maybe I'll tie you both up and force you to eat 
Mother's pussy while I rape you from behind.  Would 
you like that Alice?  Me shoving your tongue deeper 
into Mother's cunt every time I fucked into you?"

I knew that Alice was highly agitated now.  If I could 
reach around and even lightly touch her clit that 
would be enough.  If I were to shove even a little 
finger into her ass or cunt, that would be enough.  
Even at the risk of pushing her over the edge, I 
whipped her so that just the frayed ends of the rope 
struck her sensitive anus and vagina.  Every time I 
did so, Alice lurched forward onto my cock, rocking on 
her aching knees and elbows.  

I took us both to this high state of anxiety and 
tension and held us there until we could not stand it, 
and then held it longer until we both ached with the 
need of it.  My penis became so sensitive that when I 
quit rocking, even Alice's minute wobbling threatened 
to send me over the edge.  And Alice -- Alice was 
writhing even more than her position would bear, held 
up only by my left hand in her hair and the tension in 
her back for release.

After a long time had passed like this, I pulled my 
cock brutally out of her mouth.  As I rolled her on 
her back, Alice grunted with relief from her aching 
knees and elbows.  I hurriedly untied her legs and the 
loop around her neck, leaving her wrists tied 
together.  

When I crawled between Alice's limp legs and spread 
them wide apart, her eyes flew open, expecting me to 
plunge myself inside her.  In her eyes I could see, 
she urgently wanted me to do just that.

"Not today, little virgin," I growled, throwing one 
more torment on the heap of my sister's pain.  

I stretched out over my sister so that just the base 
of my cock fell between the slick, hungry lips of her 
vagina.  She tried to scramble up, tried to raise her 
hips so that her greedy little maw might swallow the 
head of my dick, but her tied wrists and my firm grip 
on her shoulders would not let her engulf it.  I 
wrapped my arms around my sister, pushing down on her 
shoulders to force her cunt to press against the 
underside of my cock.  Then I began thrusting on her, 
my shaft running along the outside of the slippery 
groove of her cunt.

I saw it in her eyes.  Her pussy could taste the meat 
of my dick, but couldn't eat it.  It was like waving a 
piece of steak before a starving girl.  She was 
desperate for cock, but this was as close as she would 
come today.  This was my last torment of my sister, 
and the most effective.

Despite being denied, my penis was spreading her 
sensitive lips and bouncing along her swollen, rigid 
clitoris with every thrust.  She was denied what she 
most desired, but given more than her aching body 
could refuse.  She was waiting as long as she could to 
see if I would weaken and slide into her fully, but 
her body was ready to take what release I was 
offering.

As I saw her will break and she began to thrust 
against me, struggling for her climax, I covered her 
lips with my own and completed our writhing coupling, 
fucking into her mouth with my tongue.  As I came, my 
semen squirted itself hotly against her belly, pooling 
in her navel and smearing itself obscenely on our 
stomachs as we thrust against each other.

With the spasms in my cock, Alice pulled her weary 
legs high around me and found her own release, forcing 
her clit against the underside of my root, kissing my 
testicles with her clenching asshole.

When I fell over, she was grunting at me, eager for me 
to untie her wrist.  The moment I did, she ran her 
hands along her sticky stomach, collecting my spunk on 
her fingers and running it to her mouth.  That's 
another of the reasons I loved Alice.  She truly 
enjoyed the taste of my cum now.

"You're gonna have to fuck me one day, you bastard," 
she growled between licks of her fingers.  That meant 
that Alice still loved me.  I had found that she 
needed to lash out with words immediately upon being 
freed.  It was her way of releasing the tension and 
the pain.

"I don't know sweetie.  You squirm so well right now."

Alice rolled onto my chest, pressing herself against 
me, seeking comfort and reassurance as I hugged her 
back.  

"Yea, but think of how good I'll squirm when you stick 
you dick in me the first time."

That's another thing I loved about Alice.  She 
certainly had a way with words.