Sister Troubles

You pushed the Queen as fast as you could safely manage given the conditions. Driving like this required your complete attention. The big V8 purred as you glided over the wet asphalt. Casey stays beside you, giving you the quiet you needed.

It might be quiet again, but the tension and uncomfortableness from before was long gone. Completely evaporated in the throes of your hot make out session. Occasionally you would shoot her a quick glance. You would both smile, your heart would speed up a beat. Sometimes she would kiss your shoulder and send your spirit flying.

In record time you are pulling up to Casey's little house.

You don't pull in, instead you just stop on the street. Her slender hand on one of your cheeks you kiss once...twice...three times.

You look at each other, wanting to stay together so bad right now but knowing you couldn't.

"See you soon?" She asks.

You smile. "As soon as I can. Monday for sure. Hey...it was rough but...thank you for a wonderful night."

A cute rosy hue brightens her cheeks. "I look forward to the next one." She lets out a sudden breath and blinks her eyes. "Okay, you have to go." She pats your knee. "Good luck with your sister."

You kiss one last time and she hurries out of the car. Slamming the big door behind her. You watch her run, her jacket over her head to shield her from the rain. You make sure she gets inside okay before taking off for home.

The trip home is an angry one. You grip the wheel, your teeth clench, your face twists with ire. "Fuckin Fiona." You hiss under your breath.

As you pull up to the house you see two cars you didn't recognize parked out front. The front door was wide open and the loud growl of a hard driving metal song pours out into the rainy night. You pull into the drive in the spot your mother had vacated. Taking a deep breath you ready yourself, you weren't sure what you were walking into here.

You get out and head towards the open door and the blaring music. As you walk in you can hear them just around the corner in the living room. There was no laughter now, quite the opposite.

"Ooohhhmmmm!" You hear a muffled moan of pain, even over the music.

"Stop...Mistress Stop!" You hear a slurred male voice cry out. "She's had enough! We said the safe word! We're done mistress! We're done!"

You hear your sister laugh with sinister intent. "Safe word? You think you're safe? Ha ha ha ha ha!"

CRACK!

You hear the brutal snap of a leather whip followed by a muffled female whimper. "MMMMM!!!"

You turn the corner to see Fiona looming over a bound, gagged, and naked small breasted woman who stared up at her with terror and physical agony. Across her red welted flesh were words scrawled in black marker. "Whore!" "Allison" "Slut!" ... "Casey"

Your eyes linger on that last one.

Fiona brandished a black five strapped leather flogger. Not the nice looking kind hobbyists and dabblers might buy on a lark from Amazon, this was a true medieval implement of ****. In her other hand was an open bottle of whisky. She stood wavering. She had on a dress but her button up shirt was wide open and she had no bra on underneath.

To either side of Fiona were two people in leather thongs and gimp masks. One male and one female. These two also had angry red lashes all over them, particularly the back, chest, and ass. These two were also bound at the wrists and kneeling at your sister's feet. They pulled on her dress and begged her to stop.

All of them weren't just drunk, they were fucking smashed! You didn't know much about "the lifestyle", but you knew a primary rule was that booze and bdsm did not mix.

The television had been knocked over and smashed. Other things around the room also knocked around and scattered here and there. Clothes strewn everywhere. The room vibrated with the raw hard music from the stereo. Down the hall you could see broken glass on the kitchen floor.

Fiona stood breathing heavy. An insane teeth bearing smile across her otherwise furious expression. Who was this demon!?

Stepping into the room you call out loudly. "FIONA!"

She startles and looks your way. "Jesse!?" Just for a moment...she looked so...happy! Genuinely glad to see you. Her evil expression soon returns though. "Ha ha ha ha! I thought you were...out...with your new fuck toy baby."

Baby? What the fuck?

"Fiona, what the FUCK is going on in here!?" You bellow.

She laughs. "Just a bit of fun baby. Come on..." She kicks the woman at her feet in your direction. "There ya go baby. Fuck a slut. That one's all yours. You don't have to know her or even find out her name, just fuck the shit out of her and throw her away."

The woman struggles back to her knees. She looks up at you. Through the eye holes in the mask you could see she was blue eyed. She glances you up and down. "THAT'S Jesse!? This guy!? Really? He doesn't look like all that."

In the blink of an eye Fiona's face transforms into a mask of fury. She steps forward and brings the flogger down HARD over the woman's bare shoulder.

CRACK!

"AHHHH! FUCK!" The masked woman wails.

Fiona snarls and screeches like a wild beast. "Don't you ever talk to him like that!!! He is a fucking GOD you whore!"

She raises her hand once more but you move forward to shield the defenseless sub. Fiona stays her hand rather than strike you.

"Jesus Christ, you're nuts!" The man struggles to his feet.

Fiona spins on him. "Who fucking told you to get up!?"

CRACK!

"GAAHHHHH!!!" He screams. "You're not a goddess, you're fuckin psycho!"

"GRRRRR!" Fiona growls, spittle flying from her curled crimson lips.

You hurry forward to put yourself between her and this bound man. As soon as she sees your face again her rage ebbs. The flogger falls from her hand and she says in a strangely cheerful voice. "Hey baby...you look so nice tonight." Her breath reeked of booze. Her free hand runs across your chest lovingly.

Glancing over your shoulder you see the man and the woman on the floor were helping each other out of their manacles. "Take your friend and get the fuck out of here." You tell them. "Don't drive or I'll call the cops."

Fiona lurches forward and drapes herself on you. "Don't worry about them baby. They're nothing to us."

"Jesus Fiona, look at yourself." You try to push her back from you.

"You look at me baby." She pulls her shirt free and tosses it away. Her large breasts heaving into view. "Look at your big sister baby."

You hear one of the trio of wounded submissive's as they pick up their clothes then scurry for the door. "Fuck...that's her brother!?" As they leave the room the male turns and says. "You're done Fiona. You're name is fucking mud in this town after this shit."

She hurls the bottle toward him. It explodes in a shower of glass and whisky two feet to the right of his head. The three of them retreat. You hear the door slam behind them. "FUCK YOU!" She calls after them. She looks at you with bleary eyes. "I don't need them...we don't need them anymore, do we baby? We don't need anyone you and me."

"Fiona...you're drunk." You stand her so she could support her own weight then go to turn off the music. "What's gotten into you lately?"

As you turn back to her she is on her hands and knees. She wriggles out of her dress then crawls to you. Her hand claw up your legs before grabbing your belt buckle. "Let's get you into me baby. Come on brother...fuck your big sister baby."

You slap her hands away. "I'm not your fucking baby."

Her eyes snap up to yours, that fiery anger back again. She reaches for your belt again, more insistently this time. "Come on Jesse. What's the matter you little bitch. Come on, I'll even suck it if you want."

"Little bitch? I thought I was a god." You push her hands back.

"PAH! You wish! You're just little shrimp...dick..."

You shove her down roughly. "Get OFF of me!"

Fiona suddenly gets real still and real quiet. What was happening in that head of hers right now?

She pushes off of you and scrambles back. Her hand searching around the floor. In her **** state she is sloppy and slow. You see it was the flogger she was going for. You groan and step forward to kick it out of her reach. She grabs your belt again and hauls you with surprising strength down on top of her.

You are face to face with her. Her bare breasts pushing into your silk shirt. Her big soft barely contained dick pressing into your hip through her panties. She hisses. "Come on baby...fuck me good. Fuck me hard. Show me what you got baby." She was unbuckling you once again! "Don't worry about our bet baby. You just fuck me how you want to!"

"FUCK!" You cry. "I don't want to fuck you Fiona!"

The pair of you begin to wrestle. Rolling and twisting and shoving all across the floor of the living room. Jesus Christ she was strong for a woman! She wasn't so much wrestling as trying to **** you. She would grab and stroke your package every chance she had. She would smash her bare tits into your face and she would hump your leg. Thankfully her drunkenness gave you the advantage.

You end up with your back against the base of the couch and Fiona's head held tightly against your stomach. She was losing steam, the effort and **** proving too much for her.

You feel her go slack. Her shoulders rise and fall as she gasps for air. "You...fuckin...pussy..." She says between huffs. "You...fight like...a fuckin...pussy."

You continue to hold her. "I'm not fighting you Fiona."

"Fuckin...pussy...fuckin...little...cuck..." She tries to spring into action again but you hold her firmly. Her legs kick out and her arms push against you weakly.

It doesn't take long before she is spent once more. "Fuck...fight like a man! Hit me....hit me you little bitch. I know you...want to. HURT ME!"

"I don't want to hit you." You reply. "I don't want to hurt you."

"GRRRRRR!" She strains mightily to escape but you had her.

With that final effort she loses all will to fight. Giving up she slumps in a heap. You carefully place her head on your lap. She lay panting, her one hand gripping your leg.

She lay there on her side slowly regaining her breath. She shifts her body, getting more comfortable. Happy for the moment to use your thigh as a pillow.

"Fiona...I was having a real nice time tonight. A real good time. You really fucked up my date, you know that?"

She is quiet. She gets very still.

"You broke the tv and god knows what else. You scared the hell out of Mom. And who were those people? What were you guys doing?" You berate her.

She is quiet.

"What the hell were you thinking!?"

She is quiet.

You let out a sigh. "What is wrong with you Fiona? Why are you like this? Why do you always fuck everything up?"

She is quiet.

"Fiona...fuck...you're messed up Sis. You're fucked in the head. You need help."

She is quiet.

You are quiet.

Then...in a tiny fragile voice you hear her say in a whimper. "...I'm sorry..."

"What!?" You weren't sure if you actually heard that! "What did you say!?"

She is quiet. A distant rumble of thunder from the retreating storm is heard.

The moment was lost. You let out another exasperated sigh. Fucking Fiona.

You start to stroke her long blonde hair. She wiggles in a bit closer. Her long powerful body curls up. She turns her face into your thigh more and away from your face. She held to your leg tight, seeming to not want to let go.

You wanted to say so much more to her. To shout and rail against her. To lecture her and scream at her and tell her how awful she was. But in her state she probably wouldn't even remember it. You just continue to stroke her soothingly and wait for her to pass out.

"Just go to sleep Fiona. Just go to sleep. I got you now."

You feel her let out a long breath and sink deeper into you. She was such a forceful and stand offish personality. You wonder how long it had been since she was touched like this. Just gentle, non sexual, human contact. You allow your hand to caress her shoulder now to. Her soft skin was warm to the touch.

You pet her, you caress her, you stroke her. You sit a long time with your broken sister and just tenderly soothe her to sleep. Her breath becomes slow and deep and calm. Her shoulders rise and fall to her steady breathing.

Then, just when you were sure she was asleep, she speaks. "I love you Daddy."

Her sleepy voice was soft and high, like that of a child. You continue to stroke her long soft hair. You wondered if you dared...and then you do it.

"I love you too Pumpkin." You reply in a deep smooth voice. That was what your Dad called her.

"Mmmmm." She hums happily and snuggles in deeper. "When you comin home Daddy?"

You feel a tear roll down your cheek. "I don't know baby girl, I don't know."

She sighs softly.

"I miss you." She says.

"I miss you too."

Stroke...stroke...stroke.

"Now go to sleep Pumpkin." You say as you lean down and kiss her cheek.

"Okay Daddy." She whispers.

Fiona soon falls asleep with just the hint of a smile on her calm beautiful face. You look down at her on your lap. You wipe the tears from your eyes.

She would be so much easier to deal with if you didn't love her so fucking much.