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From: Daniel Waterhouse <mingevinge@yahoo.co.uk>
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Subject: {ASSM} Sisterly hate  (ff, inc, rp, hum, fist, ws, scat)
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Date: Mon, 03 Aug 2009 10:10:01 -0400
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The author does not advocate or condone the activities depicted herein.  If
it is illegal for you to read this then I advise you not to do so.  Can be
reproduced on any site that doesn't charge.

   My Sister the Whore by Daniel Waterhouse

   I couldn't believe it!  My parents put my fifteen-year-old sister
Sherry, the slag who tramped around town with anybody who'd buy her
something pretty, in charge of me for the night while they were away on a
business trip.  I'm the responsible one, not her!  I have plans for my
career.  I don't prance around getting drunk and jumping everything with a
penis and a pulse.  Okay, I'm only twelve, but shouldn't my parents be able
to look past that and see me as an individual?  Sherry's such a little
fucking charmer though, she gargles a mouthful of spunk and then comes home
and makes nice with our parents cooking for them and acting all cheerful.
Brown nosing bitch!  So I've decided to get my revenge on Sherry.  I admit
my ideas here aren't original - they're inspired by some of my dad's
favourite porn sites.  He's really bad at choosing passwords - so
predictable!

   Granted, Sherry is quite nice looking.  she has a fairly large pair of
tits and a curvy but not fat ass, her face looks like one of the ones on
the models in those mail order clothes catalogues - symmetrical and
unblemished.  She's already fairly tall at five feet ten, with long legs.
And she has long, silky brown hair.  And she's always smiling.  She even
smiles when she says, "Well, you may be a bit short and plain now but I'm
sure you'll get prettier when your grow up." Okay, I may be short, I may
wear my blonde hair in a severe ponytail, I may be thin and flat chested, I
may have a little acne and maybe I don't smile much, but then there's a lot
to be sad about.  People die of cancer, people die in wars and famines and
one day our civilization will probably be destroyed by a meteor or
something.  It's depressing.  Maybe if I was stupid like Sherry I'd grin
like a simpleton all the time, but I'm not.

   Fortunately, she put me to bed at ten, then went out and got hammered
and did God knows what else.  I waited till she left, got up, made myself
some hot chocolate and settled down with a book until she got home at which
point I turned out the light and pretended to be asleep.  What book?  "The
Doctor's Plague" by Sherwin Nuland, if you must know.  It's about the time
before doctors knew about the germ theory of disease.  Lots of women died
of a disease called childbirth fever.  A doctor called Ignac Semmelweiss
discovered that this was due to the fact that they would conduct an autopsy
of one woman who had died from the disease and then go straight to
delivering another baby without washing their hands - pretty gross!  I'll
wash my hands conscientiously when I'm a a doctor.  But I disgress.  Sherry
was lying passed out naked on her bed in a drunken stupor.  Not like me, I
wear pajamas - see, I'm responsible and sensible!  I waited until she was
definitely asleep and took the plastic ties I'd bought from the hardware
store out of the drawer of my bedside cabinet.

   I got out of bed and went into her room.  It was quite hot so she was
sleeping without the covers on and she was naked.  She was face down, with
her arms and legs sprawled in a somewhat unglamorous sprawl.  The room was
fairly sufficiently brightly lit by the moonlight from the window that I
could see around me.  I could see the posters of various untalented bands,
the stuffed animals that festooned her bed and a thousand other indications
of the fact that she was a shallow bitch.  She was drunk, so she was
probably not sleeping too deeply and so I had to be quiet and careful.  I
quietly removed the stuffed animals.  I carefully moved her legs so they
were together.  She stirred slightly but didn't wake.  I slipped one of the
plastic ties around her ankles and pulled it until it was only slightly
slack.  Then I moved her arms together and tied them with a plastic tie. 
Having secured Sherry, I pulled both plastic ties tight.  Now I could wake
her.  I turned her body over roughly, she grumbled vaguely but was still
half asleep.

   Then I grabbed both her nipples and twisted them hard!  That woke her
up!

   "What the fuck?" said Sherry with her usual articulateness.  Why don't
people speak in proper sentences?  She struggled weakly against the plastic
ties.

   I turned on the light on her bedside table.  She squinted and grunted
slightly.  After a minute or two her eyes adjusted to the light and she
looked at me.  "Samantha?  What's going on?  Why am I tied up?"

   "Why are you tied up?  Because you're a bitch and you get away with
murder around here!  So I'm going to punish you," I said, shaking with rage
and excitement.  I was breathing hard and my pussy was starting to get wet.

   I took off my pajamas and grabbed her breasts and kneaded them hard,
digging my short nails into them.

   "That fucking hurts!" protested Sherry.

   "Good!" said I.  Then I drew my right hand, the stronger one back as far
as possible and swung it toward her face, slapping her hard.  Her head
jerked to the side and she gave a loud cry of pain.  My hand smarted a
little but I barely noticed.  I was buzzing with lust and I felt like my
pussy juice was running down my leg.

   I climbed onto the bed and positioned my cunt over her face.  "Open your
mouth!"

   "Gross!  No way!"

   I sighed.  "I really hate making threats, but I'll just tell you this
one.  I have a scalpel in my bedroom.  We live a long way from anybody
else. Nobody will hear you, no matter what I do to you.  You're going to
lick me out or you're going to have some ugly scars - your choice."

   "You wouldn't!" Sherry said, her eyes wide with surprise and fear.

   I slapped her big tits really hard, one with each hand and then I bit
one of her nipples really hard.  Sherry started to cry.  I lay on top of
her, running my hand over her body.  "If you cross me you'll regret it but
I'll make you feel good if you cooperate," I whispered in her ear, my
breath disturbing her hair.  She smelled a bit ripe.  She'd been dancing or
soemthing and hadn't had a shower to get rid of the stale sweat.  I liked
the smell.  I licked her neck and enjoyed the salty taste of her sweat.

   I put my fingers into her snatch and they came away wet.  I licked the
musty tasting pussy juice off my fingers and licked my lips.  "Mmmmm!!! 
Seems like you're already feeling good!" I put my fingers into her pussy
again and then put them in her mouth.  "Suck!" She licked her cunt juice
off my fingers.

   I got up, lowered my snatch onto her mouth and she started to lick.  At
first she wasn't very tentative and unenthusiastic but after a few minutes
she srted to get into it and her tongue flicked into the folds of my labia
and scraped over my clitoris.  Little shocks of pleasure srtated to race
through my body and I grunted and twitched with pleasure until I came.

   I moved down the bed till my face was level with her cunt.  "I think you
deserve a little reward for that."

   I licked her for a few minutes until she was even juicier and then I
stuck two fingers into her.  They went in easily and I pumped them in an
out for a while and she moaned and gasped with pleasure.  Her vagina was
nowhere near being stretched to its limits and this presented an
opportunity.  I took the two fingers out and started to work my whole fist
into her.  Now her cunt really was stretched wide.  I pumped my fist in and
out while Sherry writhed with pleasure.  "You have your twelve-year-old
sister's fist in your cunt!  How does that feel?  You must be such a
fucking slut because your cunt's so wide I can get my whole fist into it.
How does that feel?" Obviously it felt pretty good because a few second
later she came loudly, her whole body bucking with ecstasy.

   I took my fist out and waited until she came back to her senses.  "What
now?" she aked.

   "Well, I need the toilet," I said.

   "So you're going to untie me?"

   "No, I'm going to use you as a toilet," I said.

   "You can't," she said.

   "You're not really in a position to make that decision," I said.

   Then I moved until I was above her face and started to pee on her.  She
tried moving her face to the side but it didn't really work.  "Aww gross!"
she said, giving me the opportunity to pee in hr mouth, she tried to spit
it out but I'm pretty sure she swallowed some of it.  Then I moved down her
body covering her tits and torso with pee.

   Sherry sobbed with disgust at what I'd done to her and I smiled.  "I
think I need number two as well."

   "No!" she said and she started screaming and wiggling on the bed in a
desperate and utterly vain attempt to escape.

   After a few minutes she was spent and lay still shaking with fear,
unable to scream anymore because her voice was hoarse.

   I squatted over her and squeezed out a couple of shits onto her stomach.
Then I squashed them with my hands and smeared them on her stomach and
tits. Now she was screaming despite her sore throat.  I smeared some shit
on her face and flicked a piece into her open mouth.  She tried to get rid
of it but ended up swallowing it and she finally stopped screaming.  My
pussy on the over hand was screaming for some attention and my heart was
racing.  Whover said power was an aphrodisiac was right on the money and
the pussy juice running down my legs was the proof.  I wiped my dirty hands
on her bedclothes and then started to rub my pussy on her clean legs while
she lay sobbing with humiliation.  After a few minutes I came hard.  My
body shook with pleasure and I cried out.

   After a few minutes I came downfrom my high and pulled her duvet over
her and rubbed it on her body so it was covered in shit and piss.  I tutted
and shook my head.  "What a mess!  You'd better clean it up.  I went to my
room, got my scalpel and cut her ties.

   "How do you know I won't do anything or tell anyone?" she asked.

   I smiled.  "So your plan is to tell mum and dad you went out and got
slaughtered and then I raped you and peed and shat all over you?"

   "I guess not," she said reluctantly.

   Oddly enough, she stopped making catty comments about my appearance and
sometimes I would catch an expression of fear on her face when I was
nearby. It was an improvement of sorts.
   The End...possibly, unless I decide to write a sequel.  

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