Make your own throne

“Make your own throne Kylie.” Kris’ voice echoed down the hallway. Kylie looked at her sister. She was a mess, the welts and bruises from her captivity with McMahon still visible through the makeup, her face red from Kris’ abuse and her eyes still moist from tears. Kylie felt sympathy for her sister, but also disgust. Her heart hurt to see her hurt in this way but her groveling and complete submission to her mother was disappointing and insulting. Kylie felt fear too. Looking at Chloe’s broken state as if peering into the future. Chloe continued to stare at her sister, her eyes somewhere between pleading and acceptance.

Chloe looked Kylie in the eyes. “Oink,” she aaid flatly and pathetically. Kylie stood and walked over to her sister. She planted her foot on her shoulder and pushed Chloe to her back on the floor. Kylie dropped her knees on either side of Chloe’s head and straddled her face. Chloe’s breath came fast and hot, splaying across Kylie’s womanhood and wafting up past her ass. “Oink.” Chloe grunted. Kylie dropped her hips roughly onto Chloe’s face, her ass overhung Chloe’s chin and her clit positioned just above the tip of Chloe’s now smushed nose. Chloe’s eyes looked straight up past Kylie’s fake breasts into her sister’s eyes. Acceptance, even a little envy.

“Let’s get this over with.” Kylie sighed. She adjusted her hips this way and that, she could feel Chloe’s facial features shift and bend under her weight as they rubbed against Kylie’s lips and clit. A wave like an itch radiated from her womanhood as she began to slowly grind her pelvis into Chloe’s skull and lips and tongue. She felt Chloe attempting to please her with her tongue, poking and prodding wherever she could as Kylie smothered her. A muffled grunt came from between Kylie’s legs as she bore down on her sister’s head. She leaned forward slightly, “oink,” and then she leaned back to cover Chloe’s mouth again.

“You like being a pig?” Kylie asked in a half gasp as Chloe’s tongue lavished her clit for a moment. The rhythm of her words was hesitant, off kilter. The punishing language her mother spouted so easily was foreign to her lips. “Make me eat your broken asshole? Make me shove my face deep inside your fuck pig hole?” Kylie could feel her heart beat a little faster. “Why don’t you return the favor? Taste my asshole, let’s see how it compares. You feel that? How tight it is? I’m not a fucking fuck pig like you. Shove your tongue in. Taste it.” Kylie spread her ass and bounced up and down on Chloe’s tongue. Chloe’s grunts bounced to the beat and there was an audible thump as Kylie dropped back down onto Chloe’s jaw. Chloe’s tongue burrowed past her entrance and lapped at the edges. It was satisfying but not in the same way. It felt like power more than pleasure. Kylies enthusiasm grew as the heat built in her gut. She dropped onto Chloe’s face harder, grinding a little with each blow.

“Oink for me piggy.” Kylie grunted. “Don’t stop oinking, I want to hear it in my ass.” Chloe began grunting and oinking with desperation, cut off as Kylie crushed her with her sex. As Kylie resumed grinding her pussy against her sisters face the oinks were muffled groans that vibrated against her labia and tingled on her clit. Kylie gripped Chloe’s hair in her fingers and dragged her clit across lip and tongue and cartilage. She smiled as her sisters oinks and grunts were interrupted by infrequent gasps for air. Kylie was close, she could feel her head getting lighter and she held her sister against her pelvis, crushing her head into the floor desperate to finish. Chloe’s arms grabbed at Kylie’s body as the time between breaths lengthened and her lungs screamed for air. Kylie held her wrists and squeezed her thighs. “I don’t feel you oinking anymore piggy.” The muffled vibrations of Chloe’s desperate pleas pushed Kylie over the edge and her body shook a little as she came. Chloe gurgled a bit as her mouth flooded with Kylie’s orgasm. Kylie squeezed her thighs as the waves of pleasure emanated through her body. She felt her sister squirm beneath her fighting for air and an instinct she’d rather not acknowledge caused her to tighten her grip. It was like bloodlust. She reached back and massaged her sister’s pillowy breasts. She dug her fingers into them.

“You could easily throw me off of you. Instead you’re suffocating between my legs, lapping up my cum. Is this the loyalty mom was talking about? Or is this just you understanding where I belong? I never expected your face to be my throne.” Chloe continued to struggle, kicking her legs and squirming. In truth her ordeals had weakened her. She was exhausted and her lungs were burning and her vision was blurring. She could feel the little hairs on Kylie’s pussy and the puffy lips pressing against her own. It smelled like cum and sweat and ass and she gulped it down hoping for enough air to stay conscious. Finally Kylie spread her knees. Chloe opened her eyes and gasped, coughing on the juices that flooded her windpipe. As she came around she saw Kylie looking down on her in fascination.

“Good. Let’s go to bed.” Kylie said and removed herself from the mess that was her sister.