Wendy discovers a book that shows her how messed up her family really is.
Wendy loves the smell of old books and as she browsed the shelves of Jez and Belles Used Books she knew she’d found the mother load. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed this store before, having lived in Eastborough all her life. The old man at the desk had smiled when she walked in and immediately went back to his crossword puzzle.
She was drawn to the back of the store where in a corner she found an odd looking leather bound tome that was locked shut. She couldn’t help but pick it up. As her fingers wrapped around its spine she felt a cold chill pass through her, lingering in her breast and labia. Wendy shifted uneasily as she stood up, using her free hand to pull at the suddenly tight feeling crotch of her jeans.
She made her way back to the front counter and didn’t know why she felt embarrassed. The old man smiled a toothy grin when he saw what was in her hands. “You picked the one book that I don’t know the value of. Could never get that open. How about $15?”
Wendy was surprised at how low a price he was asking and quickly produced the money. She was uncomfortable with how he stared at her and turned to leave as quickly as possible. As she approached the exit she heard him chuckle to himself. Facing the glass door she immediately blushed. Her T-shirt appeared to have almost shrunk and her breasts, which were large for her size, were perfectly outlined. Her nipples were also fully erect and looked like they were trying to get out of the fabric.
Wendy held the new book tightly to her chest and hurried home. Neither of her parent’s cars were in the drive when she got home. Wendy hurried to her bedroom and shut the door, throwing the book onto her bed, she looked at herself in the mirror.
Her light brown hair was mostly contained in her ponytail. Her jeans didn’t look nearly as tight as they felt. In fact you could barely see any definition in her legs. She half consciously unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off, exposing her beige panties. Now you could see her wide hips and thick thighs. She wasn’t fat but always felt like an ugly pear.
Her shirt quietly hit the floor and Wendy took in her Ds that looked like Es on her small frame. Her nipples were clearly outlined through her bra. She unclasped the hook and let it join her shirt. Wendy left the mirror and drifted back to her bed. She tried the lock on the book again and it slid open. A fog fell over her vision as she opened the cover.
Wendy opened her eyes and tried to get her bearings. She was in her room, in her bathrobe, waxing her pussy. She tried to stop herself but didn’t seem to have control. She applied a dollop of hot wax around her asshole and applied the paper. A voice in her head whispered “ I thought you might like this part.” She pulled the paper ripping all the hairs from around her puckered ass. Pain shot through her and she tried in vain to scream. This continued until she was bald from the waist down.
She involuntarily inspected herself in her mirror before wrapping the bathrobe and heading to her bedroom door.
Wendy crept to her brother’s room and quietly opened the door. She could hear him jerking off before her eyes adjusted and she could see him at his computer with his pant at his ankles. His headphones were on and she could see he was watching some chick get fisted.
Wendy closed the door and cleared her throat. Ralph almost screamed as he turned and pulled off his headset. “What the fuck bitch get out!”
Wendy walked up to him and pushed him back into his chair. Despite Ralph being heavyset and generally ugly Wendy felt her pussy dampening as she looked at his nine inch cock. “If I’d have known I’d probably of come in sooner.”
Ralph was in complete shock, and sat silently as both of them listened to the sound of his porn coming from his discarded headphones.
Wendy shrugged off the shoulders of her bathrobe exposing her ample cleavage. “Ralphy, I know you’ve masturbated to me. Don’t look shy, I know how innocent I appear and how that must have drove you crazy.”
She shrugged again and her robe fell to the floor. Ralph’s jaw dropped and he stared intently without saying a word. Wendy walked up to him and sat on his lap facing his computer. She bent and tucked her legs so they went back on either side of him and his cock was nestled between her ass cheeks. “Show me what you use to masturbate to me.”
Ralph silently closed the porn he was watching and started to navigate through a folder structure. He hesitated over a folder called “Fam”. Wendy rubbed her ass into his lap and he clicked the folder. He quickly went to a subfolder called “W”.
Wendy leaned forward and tilted her pelvis till she could feel Ralph’s hard cock pressed against her pussy lips. She looked at the screen and saw what felt like every picture that’d ever been taken of her in a swimsuit. “Oh you’re fucking dirty. Show me your favorite.”
Ralph scrolled down and Wendy watched in horror as she saw pictures from her bedroom and the bathroom start to appear. She was so shocked she hadn’t registered as she lowered a hand to her clit and began rubbing herself as she ground her pussy against Ralph’s shaft. Ralph let out a moan as he felt Wendy’s moisture on his hard cock.
Ralph opened up a video and soon Wendy watched as the camera approached her sleeping in her bed. In the video a hand reached out and shook her.
Wendy lifted off of him and took ahold of her Brother’s dick. His cock was still slick from jerking off and Wendy aimed it at her asshole. Every muscle in her body relaxed and she lowered herself down and pushed back into him.
Fear and pain hit Wendy as her asshole began to slowly stretch. Wendy had never had anything in her butt before and even though Ralph’s cock was lubricated it still had her screaming inside her head. The physical torment was matched as she watched as her brother pulled back her comforter exposing Wendy in a dress she’d worn the past summer to a family party where she drank way too much. Wendy was lying on her side and was completely passed out as Ralph proceeded to pull her dress up exposing her panties.
She could feel herself relaxing as pain shot out from her tight hole. She’d released her grip on his cock and was now rocking back and forth working her brother deeper and deeper into her bowels. She’d remembered feeling weird the morning after the party and now she could see why. Her brother had pulled her panties to the side exposing her fuzzy little pussy and was spread her for the camera.
The pain had begun to subside, and now Wendy could feel the awkward sensation of having a warm hard object shoved up her ass. Without the pain she could focus more on how sickening it was to watch as her brother fingered her passed out pussy. This had happened months ago and she had no idea. She hadn’t even noticed him look at her any different and here he was with two fingers in her pussy as she lay in a drunken stupor.
She realized she was sitting back on Ralph’s lap with his cock fully in her ass. She reached out and grabbed Ralph’s left hand and brought it down to her soft clit. She began rubbing his fingers against her and he quickly took over.
The pleasure was overwhelming and Wendy was embarrassed by her reaction. It was a hard mix of feelings as her on screen violation continued. Wendy began to forget herself as she watched her brother’s fingers work in and out of her.
Wendy watched as he pulled out his cock and rubbed it against her pussy. He pulled on her vulva to open her up when Wendy shifted and said something. The rest of the video was of Ralph as he hurried from the room. Wendy cleared her throat, “What’s your second favorite video in the Fam folder?”
Ralph continued rubbing her clit as he backed out and went to his folder for their mom. Wendy was the spitting image of Cindy just 26 years younger. She looked great in swimsuits and Wendy was curious what Ralph was about to show her. He clicked on a video and Wendy knew immediately what was happening. Several years ago their father had accused Cindy of cheating on him. Ralph had the evidence. The shot was of their living room and looked to be from the bookcase. Their mom dragged a man by his hand onto the couch and began undressing him, in minutes he was pulling her hair and fucking her from behind. Wendy was amazed at how hard this man was slapping her mother’s ass. Ralph’s hand almost had her to orgasm. “Ralphy, let’s make a bet. If I cum first I have to be your little slut slave, if you come first you’ll be my fuck boy toy. How about it?”
Ralph began rubbing her clit harder, “you’re on!”
Wendy began lifting her fat ass and driving it back down again as she leaned back against her brother’s chest. She reached out and took his hand from his mouse and placed it on her juicy tit. “Cum in me big brother, cum in my tight little asshole.”
She felt her own orgasm building has his long cock slid in and out of her ass. She felt electric every time he squeezed her tit. Through it all she began squeezing her anus as she pulled up. She whispered again, “fuck your sister’s ass Ralphy!”
She could tell he was losing it but she was close too. “Cum in me, please cum in me!”
Wendy could tell something changed but she was so close it didn’t matter. She felt Ralph tense up and slow the rubbing on her clit. She gripped his hand a little harder and increased the pace, “Cum in me Ralph!” Wendy was shocked, she had said that, not whatever was possessing her. Ralph’s hips bucked and Wendy felt his cock twitch in her ass he went limp as Wendy used his hand to climax. The waves of pleasure were overwhelming and she didn’t know how she stopped herself from crying out. On screen her mom was still getting her hair pulled as she was railed from behind. Wendy settled back into her brother and caught her breath as they both watched their mom’s tits bounce in rhythm with her infidelity.
Wendy heard the voice in her head again, “that was all you, you little slut. You begged for your brother to cum in your ass and he did and that made you cum harder than ever before. Whore.”
Wendy was ashamed but before she could react her body was moving on its own again. She got up off her brother's lap and turned to face him, “I won, so go clean that cock of yours off and come right back.”
As Ralph left Wendy turned off their mom’s video grabbed a flash drive from his desk and copied over his Fam folder. She slipped the drive into her bathrobe and laid on the edge of his bed. Ralph entered and closed the door silently behind him. “Okay Ralphy, get on your knees and eat me out, don’t finger me, I want to stay tight.” Ralph complied and was on his knees in front of her in an instant. Wendy grabbed her ankles and pulled back. She was flexible but not too the point where this was comfortable. She kept pulling until she was truly in pain again.
Ralph began sloppily licking her wet pussy like a hungry dog. Wendy had never had a guy do this before so she didn’t know how bad Ralph was at eating pussy. It felt amazing all the same and slowly Wendy forgot about the pain in her hip joints and only felt the exciting touch of his big wet tongue. Despite his sloppy work Wendy felt a wave of pleasure building and before she knew it she was bucking her hips and stifling a moan. “Okay big boy, now fuck my little pussy!”
Ralph was fully erect again and in seconds plunged into Wendy’s pussy. A wave of pleasure hit Ralph as her velvety hole engulfed him. His sister’s pussy was the tightest he’d ever fucked and it blew his mind.
Wendy was in shock as she watched her brother vigorously pound her little hole. Her body felt full and stretched by his cock and she loved it. “Squeeze my tits you fuck boy, make them hurt.”
Ralph reached down and gripped her juicy tits. He started by kneading them but quickly started squeezing harder and harder. Wendy was filled with a mixture of pain and intense pleasure as Ralph manhandled her breast. “Hurt me, hurt my slutty tits!”
Ralph gripped her Ds hard and leaned back Wendy felt her torso begin to lift off the bed as the most insane pain and pleasure pulsated from her tits. Another orgasm was building, and she felt the fog lift. “Hurt me, rip my fucking tits off!” Wendy knew what she’d said and hardly cared.
Her torso was off the bed and she could see her milky tits turned purple between her brother’s fingers. His pounding continued as the first wave of pleasure crested through Wendy. She spasmed and released her legs. Ralph released his grip and she fell back to the bed. His thrusting slowed. The voice in Wendy’s head chimed in, “are you really going to leave him like that or are you going to suck that dick of his like you want to?”
Wendy couldn’t believe herself as she got up on her elbows, “lie on the bed.” Ralph pulled out and complied as Wendy repositioned herself. She’d sucked one dick before and it was nothing compared to her brothers. She settled down on top of him positioning her pussy over his face.
She took in the sight of his rigid nine inches. “Here, I’ll get you started.” The voice chimed.
Wendy gripped the cock with one hand and drove her face down onto it. Her throat was relaxed and she took the entire length in the first try. Her eyes bulged as she choked on the cock but she held it there as long as she could. Her head released, she got a single breath and then plunged back down. As she built up a rhythm she felt the presence drop away and now she was blowing her brother. As she bobbed her head she could feel her hard nipples brushing his stomach. She wondered what Ralph was seeing as she thought she felt his cum begin to leak from her asshole down her pussy lips.
Wendy let out a moan as Ralph wrapped his hands around her dangling tits. He alternated squeezing her sagging tits to the rhythm of her blowjob. Wendy enjoyed the feeling of her brother’s hands milking her breast.
She maintained the pace and in moments she felt both his hands grip down hard. She would have cried out from the pain but his hips pump and his cock started to squirt. She held her head down until he was finished, not even giving herself the choice to swallow. As she pulled her throat off his cock she was able to get a small taste of his cum.
Wendy dismounted her brother and got off the bed. Fully herself again she blushed in the dark room. She grabbed her bathrobe and slipped it on, tying it tight against her waist. Wendy tasted the last couple of drops of cum in her mouth. She turned to leave. As she touched the door handle she felt the presence again. She turned back to her brother, “You’re my fuck toy now, that means no more masturbating, your cum belongs to me.” With that she left.
She went straight to her bed and crawled in. The presence didn’t release her till she was sound asleep.
The next day was a blur but Wendy was pretty sure she was in control and she didn’t feel like she’d done anything unusual. It wasn’t until she was getting a ride home from school that she noticed something was off. She was sitting in the back seat of the carpool, all alone, and she hiked her skirt up so it sat higher. By doing so she exposed the thong she was wearing. She hadn’t remembered putting that on. She tucked her blouse in and released a few of the top buttons, exposing her cleavage. Mr. Pilgrim was watching her in the rearview mirror in awe.
Wendy knew that he could see up her skirt and that her labia were showing on either side of the thin fabric. Wendy made eye contact with him through the mirror and winked. Mr. Pilgrim almost rear ended the car in front of him. When they’d gotten to Wendy’s house she exited the car and thanked him for the ride, and gave him a little show on the way up the steps. Every stair gave him another peak at her bare ass cheeks.
Wendy saw her Dad’s car in the driveway and knew Ralph was at work and her mom was at “Yoga”. She opened the door to her house and called out, “Daddy, I’m home!”
Randle was in the living room and greeted her. Wendy walked in and stood in front of him, “Is everything okay dad, your look really down.” Somehow Wendy knew that Randle was aware that his wife was cheating again even though he couldn’t prove it, it filled him with anger.
Wendy planted her hands on her hips causing her skirt to lift enough that her dad could just barely see her pussy. He glanced briefly before exploding, “what the fuck are you wearing? You look like a fucking whore.” He bolted up from the coach and towed over Wendy, no he could see down her blouse at her supple breast.
Wendy looked up at her dad and tried to look ashamed, “Daddy, I wore this for you. I know about mom and it makes me so mad. I thought since her and I look so similar I could make you happy.”
Randle grabbed his daughters shoulders, “you disgusting little slut are just like your mom, I should fucking punish you.”
Wendy had never seen her dad so mad and even though she was frozen with fear and wanted to run her body continued, “please punish me, punish me to help build up to punishing mommy.”
Randle swung Wendy around and bent her over the arm of the couch. Her bare fat ass was fully exposed with just the thin piece of fabric obscuring her holes. Randle raised his hand, “I should have known you’d be a slut just like your mom!” He brought his hand down hard. Wendy was shocked by the pain and tried to cry out but nothing came.
Randle continued until his hand was sore and her ass was cherry red. Wendy sensed him slowing, “if you’re done punishing my ass, you could spank my slutty pussy.”
Randle was shocked and hesitated with his hand in the air as Wendy rolled over and removed her thong completely. Staying with her ass on the couch, she grabbed her ankles and again pulled them as far back as they’d physically go. Randle only paused for a moment more before bringing his hand down hard on her swollen mound and lips.
The pain shot through Wendy like nothing she’d felt before. If she could cry she would have been from her ass’s spanking but this was a new level. The second time his hand came down on her delicate lips his hand lingered delivering an odd warmth. Wendy became aware of a new sensation, beneath the pain was an immense pleasure. The next slap landed and Wendy let out a moan as the pleasure now eclipsed the pain. It was still worse than anything she’d felt before but she didn’t care since it also felt so good.
Randle’s finger lingered at her pussy before he pulled it back. He sniffed his finger before giving it a tentative lick, “you’re fucking getting off on this you whore!”
His hand came down and Wendy gave out a louder moan. She looked up to see her Dad dropping his pants, his erect cock was as long as his son’s but a little thicker. Wendy cried out, “punish my pussy daddy, punish me!”
Randle took hold of one of Wendy’s labia and pulled her little hole open as he drove his cock into her. He almost couldn’t fathom how great she felt. Wendy similarly was amazed at how her pussy stretched around his shaft and how it almost instantly had her ready to orgasm. As he gripped her hips and began pounding her tight hole she realized something was missing. Wendy opened her mouth and knew it was her own voice coming out, “squeeze my tits, daddy! Hurt them!”
Randle released her hips and worked his daughter’s tits out of the top of her blouse. He grabbed her juicy tits in his big hands and felt a rush. As he squeezed Wendy felt the now familiar mixture of pleasure and pain that she craved, “harder daddy, punish me like you would mommy!”
The grip on her tits tightened and her torso was lifted off the couch. Randal pulled her by her tits until they were almost face to face. Wendy could see lust and hatred mixed in his eyes, “I’m going to punish you, and when your whore mom gets home she’s next.”
The pain was so sharp Wendy was caught off guard when she began to moan. It only lasted a couple of minutes before her body seized up in absolute bliss. She felt her father release in her and he dropped her back to the couch. Wendy let go of her ankles as Randle stepped back. Wendy could see the realization of what he just did settle over him and felt it too. She was just about to apologize and beg for forgiveness when she lost control again, “Daddy, I promise I won’t dress like that again unless you tell me to. But if you ever feel the need to punish me again I’ll accept that willingly.”
Wendy got up and picked up her thong, “I’ll be sure to get Ralph out of the house for a couple hours after mom gets home.”
She went to Ralph’s room and waited. Ralph came home and was surprised to see Wendy waiting for him in a miniskirt and a disheveled blouse. He could see her nipples quiet clearly. He approached her and she reached down and grabbed his cock. “We’re going to take a little walk so mom and dad can have a little talk.” She led him out of his room by his dick and only released him as they got to the front door. Wendy tucked her tits back in and dropped her skirt enough that it wouldn’t raise eyebrows.
The door opened and their mom walked in wearing her yoga clothes and looking a little flushed. Wendy piped up as they passed their mom, “we’re going out for a bit, don’t wait up.”
Clair though this was odd but wasn’t given a chance to object. She walked into their bedroom where her husband was waiting.
Wendy and Ralph walked around the block before heading back inside. Wendy was careful to not make a sound as she opened the front door. As they approached the bedrooms they could hear clearly what was taking place.
Between the sounds of spanking they could hear their father calling their mom a whore, a slut, and useless. She was whimpering but it didn’t sound like she was resisting. Wendy could see her brother’s dick getting hard through his shorts. She pushed him against the wall and gave him a wet kiss. As she dropped to her knees she knew she was in full control of her faculties.
His dick slid down her throat once more as the two of them listened to their dad finally dominate their mom.
When she had swallowed her brother’s load, she returned to her bedroom. Wendy was immediately aware the book was not where she left it. A quick search of the room showed it was gone. She couldn’t believe she felt a little disappointed. Wendy knew what would cheer her up and she left her room. She walked into Ralph’s room and situated herself on his bed. “Get licking big brother."
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