Splashes Far Below

It was a strange thing… to stand over the naked form of your ‘twin’. Watching the bouncing, mechanical physicality of her body as it was invaded. The way her entire musculature; from legs, to stomach, to arms stretched out for balance; ebbed and flowed in a display of what was occurring within her. It was eerily beautiful… to watch this unveiled shape, which you had spent such a long time trying to imagine and envision; suddenly laid out and presented in all its lewdest reality. You could barely bring yourself to look further, on to where Skeg was actually entering the pink flower between your step-sibling’s thighs. Yet, somehow the entire tableau did not revolt you so much as captivate you in sordid fascination. All the complicated feelings you felt for your step-sister, exacerbated by what had happened between you last night, were tangled up in watching her being used by this pot-bellied old man to throw his veiny cock into, again and again.

She stared up straight back at you. That distorted mirror of yourself who you saw as the far more ideal and attractive version of the template. Blushing cheeks and panting breaths told you she had been enjoying this invasion for quite some time now, sparking her nerves up to hyper-heightened levels. Beaming up at you all the uncomplicated, honest bliss she was earning from this unsavoury, unseemly interaction. As if she wanted to include you in what she was experiencing, unabashed that you were her brother and that all the world might more than frown at this entire situation. Her breasts bouncing with every penetration, Jenny reached up and grabbed hold of your ankles. Using you as an anchor point for her to more readily accept the heaving thrusts of this man she had put you both into the hands of. There was some hint of apology in that gaze, perhaps: ‘I hadn’t planned for you to see me like this so soon’ but, that was as far as it went. Your step-sibling made no attempts to hide how happy she was to be lying there, sweating. Wrapping her knees around Skeg to pull him in deeper and eyeing up the other cocks above her in salivating glory. Within your tightly constricting shorts, things stirred in deeply unsettling conversation with that look of open hunger.

Yet, that Fury downstairs with her wooden weapon still ate upon your fears. The fact that no-one seemed to be taking her seriously, something you were sure would end up blamed on you. Unable to summon the courage to challenge this act unfolding before you in general, and yet unbelieving quite what you were about to say… you found yourself saying it anyway:

“C-can you go a bit faster, Skeg? I really think Miss Nancy wants to speak to you…”

The grunting man grinned as if he’d just caught you revealing the most humiliating of weaknesses.

“Want to see your sis get properly stirred up, eh? Knew you had’ta be some kind of nympho too. Why don’tcha help out Rod and Dave there...? That’ll speed things up!”

“What? N-no I... can’t-”

You couldn’t spit the words out at all before the large arm of Dave, which you had still been clinging to in anxiety… began to move.

“Here, Prettiness… Just do it like this.” He said, in kind and gentle tones. Wrapping his much larger hand around your own and guiding it to his shaft.

“I bet a shy gal like you’s never even touched one before… Just give ‘im a squeeze and move up and down with me…”

I have touched one before… was all you could think, before you had that fleshy girth of another man in your grip. Though it was certainly nothing near the size of this. On the other side, Rod had also wordlessly taken control of your soft and dainty fingers, wrapping them around his less thick, but more lengthy, phallus. You felt yourself boil over in redness as both men began to move their own hands, dragging yours along with them. Your step-sister stared up at you with a distinctly curious look on her face as you were **** to jerk off two strangers, high above her. All you could do was focus on that view of her naked, pulsating form as your own limbs and digits were used as accessories to her own theatrical debasement.

Before long the two men had released their guiding grips and left you just masturbating them in space, all of your own accord. There seemed little point in stopping now… they would only return that insistence. So instead you stood there on your own two feet, dressed in your step-sister’s clothing and giving handjobs to those enjoying this vision of her. Waves of utter, grimy horror washed over you with every second… but at the same time some part of you seemed to revel in it. Imagining if your step-father, or mother, or teachers, or bullies could see you now… so far from the perfect, little straight-A student boy you were supposed to be. Within that tighter and tighter growing denim, your little cock throbbed in answer to the calls these much more fitting examples were giving. Your step-sister was right. You could feel the ever-growing pleasures within them. The blood pumping through veins beneath the grip of your palms. The fact that it was someone else’s pleasure adding a whole new alien level to the experience.

You heard the grunting, moaning crescendo of Jenny and Skeg as both of them reached their climaxes, one after the other. Then felt an answering moment of euphoria within the two pillars under your own charge. A confusing surge of pride as they both sprayed their own spurting fountains of viscous, white substance onto that target far below. You kept going until every last twitching eruption had occurred, coating your step-sibling’s face in strings of sticky goop. Then could only stand there, grip loosening… in full comprehension of what you’d done. Your fingers unravelled, but could not quite let go, of the men you had just jerked off. While there before you, her eyes squeezed shut… was an abstract painting of your step-sister: Splashed with the filthy offerings you’d earned for her.