My hope is dashed.

For a split second, I really, truly think I’ve won as I watch my brother’s hands frame the other girl’s knees, spreading her so wide the sushi slides off her inner thigh and slaps wetly onto the tile. He leans in, the head of his cock nudging the seam of her pussy, and hope/joy fills me as the realization that me being free from this stupid contract is just moments away…

But at the last possible moment, my brother shouts “Wait…” causing me to freeze on the table as his cock is impossibly close to penetrating her. Just one fucking nano meter and I am free. But no, he says, “Nan dad won’t put her last. That’s too obvious. So it has to be the other one,” He pulls back, his cock leaving a damp trail across the woman’s leg. “Which means—” He turns, and I feel the target land on me like a sniper’s dot. “It’s her.”

The world tilts. The breath whooshes out of my lungs in a single, stuttering gasp. All the muscles in my body tense at once, and the mask grows hot and sticky over my face as I helplessly watch him walk towards me while I silently beg for him to turn back. My brother is on me before I can even brace myself.

He doesn’t even say anything. He just puts both hands on my knees and spreads them apart, despite me resisting as much as I could without giving it away. I have never had my legs opened as fast as I did right then. The sushi that was artfully arranged along my thighs is now pooling on either side, little islands of rice and fish and splattered wasabi melting into the grooves of the table. My brother lines himself up and presses the slick head of his cock right at the edge of my pussy, and then plunges in, hard, like he’s punching a hole through the universe. My back arches off the table. The burn is immediate, a scalding jolt that rips through every nerve ending. But the pain is nothing compared to the humiliation, as I think, ‘REALLY NOT BEING PLACED LAST IS FUCKING THE REASON I LOST THE GAME, I AM NOT FREE, AND NOW I HAVE TO HAVE HIS CHILD! WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK!‘

The men go wild. My old principal stands and whoops, pumping a fist in the air. The chef nods, lips pursed in grim approval. As my father walks up behind him and pats him on the back, “You had me worried there for a second, but well done… You got it right… Now breed her like the slut she is!” He sounds so fucking proud of him, almost as proud as when I told him he got me pregnant. If it wasn't for that one time in my life I would say I never heard him that proud of me.

My ex-principal’s voice rasps over the crowd, “Yeah, fill that slutty pussy with cum!”

My brother is not gentle as he fucks me. Nor should he be, because he doesn't know it's me, his sister under her And if he did I truly hope he is nothing like his father and would want to keep his cock far away from me. Anyway shouldn't be gently because he came here believing that the woman he is to breed is a professional slut who loves everything about sex, and especially loves it rough. Every thrust is a jolt, each one driving me further up the cold steel until the edge of the table bites into my shoulder blades and causes me to arch my back off the table. The mask compresses my cheeks, forcing my mouth into an “O,” and I hear my own breath ricochet off the inside of it, each exhale hotter and shallower than the last. He slams into me over and over, and each time I feel a spurt of milk bead at my nipple and roll down my chest, hot then quickly cold in the meat locker chill of the club. I don’t know if anyone can see it, but in my mind, every man in the room is tracking every droplet, every shudder, every humiliating little betrayal of my body.

As he continues to fucking me, the only thing that I can think of to distract me from moaning is that I had just lost the game, and now the contract has changed from me having just one child each to having as many as they want to **** on me.

If having his cock pounding into me wasn’t bad enough, I had to listen to older men that I grew up with fucking narrating it! “Look at her tits,” someone yells. “She’s leaking!” “He’s going to break her.” “This is so fucking hot!” My brother grunts, louder with each stroke, then he starts slapping my thigh with one hand.

He doesn’t last long. I didn’t think he would, considering how hard he was fucking me.. He slams in one last time and I feel the heat erupt inside me, pulse after pulse of his cum, mixing with my own **** arousal. As disgusting as it is to feel my brother’s cum inside of me, I was actually happy that he just came, because I thought it meant this whole party was over.

But once again, no luck. Because with his cock swaying back and froth sparkling with a mixture our juices he tells me to “get on all fours.” It’s too late to not obey him now, and the only way I can keep my identity a secret is to pretend to be the slut he thinks I am, so I do as he says and roll over before getting on all fours. The table is slick with the food that fell off of me mixture with some of my milk and some of my brother’s cum that dripped out of me, and I nearly slide off, but my brother manages to catch my hips as he climbs onto the table himself, steadying me before slamming back into me from behind, his cock spearing into my raw, cum-filled hole. The angle is different now, deeper, meaner.

Through the mask, I can see everyone’s eyes on my tits as they sway with his thrust as he fucks me doggie style. The husband of my softball coach yells, “Look at those sluty milk-producing tits rock!” causing my to think, ‘Really, you too. I thought you were a good guy!’

My brother picks up the pace, balls slapping my clit, until the pain and humiliation blend together into something so sharp it almost feels like pleasure. I bite my own arm to keep from screaming, but it doesn’t work. The men cheer as my brother hilt himself one last time, his hands lock-in my hips and his fingers dig so deep that I know I’ll have bruises for weeks before he explodes inside me, his cum flooding my pussy so fast I feel it leak out before he even pulls away.

Only then, in my humiliation, did I realize that I had just come with him!

He must have notice that a came because he said “dam slut you sucked all the energy out of me… so since you're enjoying this as much as I am… I expect you to start putting out effort too.”

Yes, he made me cum, but I never wanted to cum, something you just can’t stop! But that’s not something I could tell him without giving away my identity as he sat down on the table both motioning for me to climb onto him cowgirl style.

I climb onto him, because what other choice do I have? The moment my pussy touches his cock, I feel the sticky, wet mixture of everything he’s dumped inside me. Before dropping my pussy straight on his waiting rod. I do my best to pretend I’m into it, because that’s what’s expected. I grind on him, up and down, faster and faster, until my thighs burn and my tits bounce as every man enjoys the view.

I can’t tell if I’m crying from humiliation or if it’s just the sweat building inside the mask, but I keep going, **** to make him cum again to make this all over with. But as he start to feel him getting close I hear someone in the crowd yell “Yeah make that slut cum with you!” I don’t want to cum, but one look towards my father tells me that if I don't I will be giving away that I not really a slut so I start fingering my clit in front of them all to make sure we cum together.

Only when we finish together again was he finally done, and the party was over… just like my life…

I sit silently on the table completely humiliation with my brother’s cum dripping out of me as everyone leaves the room. Only when the leaves person leaves do I walk, naked except for the mask and the cum still leaking out of me, back down the hallway to the shower room. Now that it is over I don’t cry. There’s no point. Instead, I scrub every inch of my skin with the blue soap, tying to wash off the smell of my brother’s sex off me. Even though I knew there was nothing I could do to prevent what could be growing inside of me. And if there was nothing inside me, it only met that my brother would soon make sure there was.

When I’m done, I towel off, before getting dressed in the pajamas I came in, tying my hair back, and sit down on the bench to wait for Dad to come collect me. I don’t have to wait long. He doesn’t say anything as he drives me home. Just hums along to the radio, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching over to squeeze my knee or pat my thigh.

When we get to the apartment, he tucks me into bed like a child, kisses my forehead, and “you did great tonight. Enjoy your weekend off and I'll see you first thing in my office Monday morning.”

I knew he was implying that he was going to fuck me again so I try to protest. “I thought I was just going to be with your son.” I could bring myself to call him my brother anymore not after what he just did to me.

Dad laughs. “I just have to make sure your next child is his, and a slut’s ass is always available. And I have to keep my cock used to cumming inside you for when it’s my turn again.” before leaving.

I stare at the ceiling until dawn, my hands resting on my belly, already knowing that in nine months there will be another contract, another baby, another round of humiliation. I could try to run, to hide, to kill myself, but what’s the point? I signed the contract. This is my life now.