Alice Has An Answer 9/10 {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 9


It was Friday afternoon, getting late.  Mother should 
be home in an hour and a half.  My sister Alice 
was tied up deliciously on all fours in front of me.  
Laying on our beds on either side, within easy reach, 
were all the items I had been using to torment her for 
the last two hours.  We would have to finish soon.  
Alice had to take her bath and I had to straighten the 
house before Mother came home.  But there was still a 
little time.

A cool breeze was coming through the window, playing 
across Alice's sensitive back where I had been 
whipping her.  There was only a rosy color to the 
backside and buttocks because the fabrics I had used 
to beat her with were soft, the force controlled.  I 
guessed that the cool breeze would feel incredible 
over her tender flesh.

It was almost winter.  I had started tying Alice up in 
summer.  Somehow it seemed longer than that.

Everything was better, now.  Alice and I had each 
other every afternoon.  School was better.  Mother's 
job was going well.  She had gotten a raise and a 
promotion.  Money was better.  She had let it slip 
that she might get another promotion soon.  Mother 
never talked about her work at home.  Home was her 
refuge.  

It was hardly Alice's refuge at the moment, though she 
would have rather been here than any other place on 
earth.  Her shoulders must be aching right now.  There 
were two large throw pillows underneath her that she 
could lie down against when her arms got tired. I had tied 
the insides of her wrists tightly together so that she 
had to lean forward on her little fists. All the 
weight of her upper body was leaned on them and after 
a while her shoulders and her fists ached. It also 
made her balance a little precarious if she leaned 
from side to side. Or if I nudged her. Sometimes, if I 
nudged her just enough, she would fall against the 
pillows, forcing her to strain her shoulders even more 
as she tried to raise back up in her awkward position.  
But Alice had strong shoulders for a girl her size.  
At least she did by now.

So I took the harder belt and stung her just a little 
on her back, just in between her shoulder blades where 
the muscles would be aching most.

But it wasn't Alice's shoulders I was concentrating on 
today.  Nor was it her bottom.  I had spanked it good 
and whipped it.  Even now my thumb would nuzzle her 
tender anus occasionally.  I had concentrated on 
Alice's ass yesterday, scoring the exterior and 
stretching the hole.  Alice's asshole was pliable and 
relaxed now, but I didn't want it large and gaping.  I 
was just preparing it slowly for the day that she 
would take my penis there.  We had talked about it 
thoroughly.  She was eager for it.  But that wouldn't 
be today, or even next week.

Nor was I concentrating on Alice's nipples.  But I did 
check the rope and make sure that it was still rubbing 
them, keeping both the rope and her nipples taut.  
Alice's breast had only just begun to develop, but her 
nipples were much bigger already and more sensitive: 
perhaps as a result of my constant pinching and 
pulling.  Or maybe it was the clothespins she loved to 
hate.

I was concentrating on Alice's clitoris today.  It was 
one of Alice's favorite games because it was so 
difficult for her to keep from cuming.  I had allowed 
her to have a gentle, tender little orgasm when we 
first began.  If I hadn't, Alice would have never had 
enough control.  After I had tied her up and spanked 
her bottom just a bit, I had held the broad head of my 
cock against her responsive bud and affectionately 
rubbed it until she had a small little shiver of a 
cum.

But the rest of the afternoon I had not allowed her to 
repeat it.  Or rather her own trained mind, a very 
beautiful mind that I had come to adore, had not 
allowed her to cum.  I had not yet given her the code 
phrase that would allow her to send herself over the 
edge.  That's why Alice kept rising up on her arms 
even though her shoulders ached.  By concentrating on 
the discomfort of her shoulders, it helped her to deal 
with the pleasure I was causing on her lovely clit.  
If she allowed herself to cum before I was ready, she 
knew the game would end.  And she also knew that 
tomorrow's game would be much worse if she displeased 
me.

But Alice almost never displeased me.  She had a 
wonderful capacity to absorb whatever devious ideas I 
could think of.  Alice always wanted more: more 
pleasure, more pain, and more intensity.

There were two bowls of water on her bed, the remnants 
of our first experiment.  One had contained warm 
water, so warm she could barely stand it.  The other 
had contained ice water.  I had sponged her cunt and 
clit with the warm, then bathed it with the cold 
repeatedly until she howled.  Or would have howled if 
not for Mother's panties in her mouth to gag her.  

They were cotton panties today that Mother had worn 
all day yesterday.  Alice loved the cotton best 
because they absorbed more and their odor the next day 
was more intense.  Still, she couldn't have 
everything.  Stuffed in Alice's mouth, they made it 
drier than the synthetic fabrics did.  I had removed 
them once already and gave her some ice to suck.  Of 
course, then I had stuffed her throat with my dick and 
her cold lips and tongue was indescribable.

Alice had become a remarkable cocksucker. Her mouth 
was the only orifice I had violated completely, but 
that was not for lack of desire on either of our 
parts.  Alice wanted me to fuck her in the worst way.  
I had almost lost control several times myself.  But 
her virginity was Alice's most special torment, the 
scab I picked at every afternoon.  If I relieved her 
of it, I would have to change half of my repertoire.

Even now I was rubbing my cock between her spread 
legs.  I tilted my hips so the head would drag against 
her clit.  When the friction made the spot too dry, I 
had to drag it back and coat it with Alice's plenteous 
drippings.  It was a dangerous game, getting the head 
of my cock so close to the mouth of Alice's eager 
cunt.  It was the danger that made it so much fun.

But the constant stimulation was building even higher 
than Alice could stand.  I palmed her pussy, 
slathering my fingers in her accumulated wetness and 
smeared it all over my sore cock.  I had been hard for 
far too long.  I had to get release, even if Alice 
couldn't.

Alice's juices did feel wonderful on me as I coated my 
prick with them.  At first Alice had not produced this 
much moisture.  She was, after all, only thirteen and 
only just now entering puberty.  But over time with 
our little games she had been generating more.  After 
I was done coating it, I licked my hands because I 
loved the taste of her.

I walked to her front and pulled the gag from her 
mouth.  Alice's continuous moaning was delightful, 
sending a delicious thrill down my spine when I heard 
it clearly without the gag.  It was almost a shame to 
run my penis down her throat, but I wanted her to get 
a good taste of her flavor on my dick.  

Alice could easily accommodate my whole length by now, 
though keeping myself buried fully within her mouth 
blocked her airway, so I didn't do that long.  
Besides, she loved my full cock in her mouth so much I 
couldn't very well allow her to enjoy it.  After she 
had cleaned it off well, I withdrew it until just the 
head was in her lips.  

"You've done very good today, Alice.  I'm going to 
reward you now.  I'm going to shoot my load right on 
the tip of your tongue like you love so much.  You'll 
be able to taste it fully that way.  I love you, Sis."

With just a few strokes, I ejaculated into Alice's 
willing mouth.  She only allowed a little of it to 
dribble down my shaft.  She knew I liked to see that, 
so she made the sacrifice.  I felt her love, looking 
at my sperm sliding down my shaft before her talented 
tongue scooped it up.

"God that tasted good, Johnny!  Please Johnny, I need 
to cum so bad!  Please let me cum!" Alice mumbled 
hoarsely.

No doubt she really did, but Alice would beg to cum 
all afternoon if I left her ungagged.  I was inured to 
her pleadings by now.

But, it was getting late.  I needed to finish her.

I left the panties underneath her and walked around to 
her backside, kneeling down to prepare her final 
touches.  Just then, my eyes recognized the shadow of 
a familiar silhouette.  My God, Mother was standing on 
the other side of the doorway! How long had she been 
there? 

I looked at Alice.  I tried to see us as Mother would 
see us.  We were both naked and Alice was tied down, 
obscenely presenting her pussy toward the door where 
Mother watched.  I had just cum in her mouth, had just 
forced myself down Alice's throat for all Mother knew.  
She must have thought I was raping Alice, damn near 
killing her for all that her moaning must sound like.  
Thankfully, I don't think Mother had seen me pull her 
own panties out of Alice's mouth.

There must be something I could do while Mother waited 
and watched.  Why was she waiting?

The only thing I could think to do was to convince her 
that Alice wasn't an unwilling victim.  A victim 
perhaps, but not unwilling.  I could convince Mother 
that Alice wasn't being raped.  Or rather, Alice could 
convince her.

"Alice dear, what do you want more than anything in 
the world?" I asked, knowing her answer.  My voice 
surprised me with its steadiness.  But why should it?  
Wasn't this all theatre, wasn't this game with Alice 
all about drama and suspense?  And great sex, of 
course!

"Oh God, Johnny!  I want you to fuck me sooo bad!"  Uh 
oh, maybe Alice was being a little too dramatic.

"You know I can't do that, Sis.  You're still a virgin 
after all!" 

Well, at least I got that in before the ax fell.  

But then, this might be the last chance I would ever 
get.  Here was Alice, spread before me, quivering with 
the need to fuck me.  God knows I wanted to fuck her, 
even knowing Mom might stop us at any moment.  I might 
never get the chance again.  

It was very tempting to take her, but I loved Alice 
with all my heart.  She wanted me, but she wasn't 
prepared for it just now.  As wet as she was, as much 
as she said she wanted it, if I were to penetrate her 
right now, it would be painful for her.  I couldn't 
cause her pain like that.  I loved her.

I couldn't cause her pain.  Somehow the situation made 
the irony of that thought even more perverse.  
Something in my sadness for that irony made me lose my 
mind just a little, made my control slip and let my 
wicked side come through even more than I intended.

If you dig yourself into a hole and can't get out, 
what do you do?

"If I'm not going to fuck you, Sis, what do you want 
me to do more than anything else in the world?"

"I want you to fuck Momma, Johnny!  I'd like to watch 
you fuck her."

You dig a little deeper, I suppose.

"Why would you want to do that Alice?  What makes you 
think Mother wants to be fucked?"

"She needs a good fucking, Johnny.  She's so lonely.  
I know you could fuck her good and make her happy."

That's about as deep as it could get I guess.  It was 
what Alice and I had both always wanted.  Besides each 
other.  I'm sure I was in as much trouble as I could 
be in.  But, there was one last thing I had to do, 
even if it caused me more trouble.

Alice had been such a good girl all day.  She had 
withstood my torments.  She was still primed and 
ready.  Her body and her mind needed release.

I bend down alongside Alice and ran my hands 
underneath her between her tender thighs.  I brought 
my lips right up to her ear; the words I had to 
whisper were for her alone.  This would be our secret.

As I began to tease her clit with my fingertips I 
whispered, "Mother's watching you from the door right 
now, Alice."

How perverse could I be?  Alice would think this was 
all a part of our game.  Only I knew it was reality.

"She's come home early and she wants to see her little 
girl cum real hard.  Give Momma a show, Alice.  Let 
her see you cum real hard."

There was only one thing left to say now.  Alice was a 
gun, cocked and ready for firing.  All I had to do was 
give her the phrase that would pull her trigger.

"I think your cherry's ripe now, Alice!"

The accumulated torment and teasing of hours swelled 
up in Alice.  I was not worried about her restraints.  
If anything the ropes helped to hold her down, helped 
to control the force of the orgasm that ripped through 
her.  She grunted with a long, guttural sound that 
came up from her bowels.  Her vulva fluttered and 
undulated, her creamy spending sputtered out with the 
strength of her contractions.  The force that rippled 
through my sister surprised even me, made a mockery of 
all my torments.  The violence that her own orgasm did 
to her body was greater than all my petty tortures.  
It ended with a scream I had to stifle with my hand or 
half the city would have been at our door.

I was stunned that such intensity could come out of 
her little body.  From the look of Mother's face in 
the doorway, so was she.  It took her a moment to 
realize that I was looking at her, to realize that I 
knew she had watched and did nothing.  I saw a wave of 
embarrassment wash over her.  Then, a wave of anger.  
Mother turned around and fled the room.

I untied Alice's limp body, checking first to even 
make sure that she was alive.  She had a charming 
smile when I released her.  Her face looked so 
innocent and sweet as I embraced her -- the face of 
an angel, or a cherub.  

"I know you're tired, Alice, but don't fall asleep on 
me just yet, dear.  Mother really was at the door.  
Now she knows."