your BFF

By the time Brad leaves the house, your mouth is back on Allie's cock, bobbing slow and worshipping her rod. You're still learning how to suck her cock properly, as she picks up her smartphone and dials, then waits. You wonder who she's calling, but you don't have long to be curious, “Hey Marty.”

Your eyes widen as you hear her say your best friend's name. You and your sister share a mutual best friend in Sam, but Marty's your personal best friend forever, or so you think, “No, he's fine. He's just busy right now. That's actually why I called.”

You start to lift your head, but Allie shoves your head back down on her rod, “Yea. I discovered him working out to something this morning and I realised something about him.”

Click! The sound horrifies you, you know what that sound is, and you try to lift your head again. Allie punches you in the face with her free hand and then shoves your head back down, “Check your text messages.”

Your eyes water as much from the punch as what you know she must be showing Marty, tearing up even as he responds, though you can't hear it, only Allie's reply, “Yea. It's a complete faggot. This is all it is good for. Servicing my prick and earning me money.”

You hear Marty's muffled voice as tears roll down your cheeks and you bob your head on Allie's cock. You never knew your twin sister had such a harsh side to her, but you know your place, “Yea, come on over. I won't make you pay for it, since it's your best friend.”

She hangs up and slaps you, “Quit crying faggot. You know this is where you belong.”

You've never been a really teary bitch, anyway, so it isn't hard to stop crying. You never cry for very long, even when you're super sad. You sullenly continue to bob your head on her cock until the sound of the back door comes. Footsteps follow and then the sole of a sneaker on the back of your head shoving you down on her rod as you hear the voice of your best friend, “Hey Allie.”

“Hhoo ... fuck, yes ... hey Marty,” Allie sighs as your lips are **** down to her hilt, before Marty takes his foot off your head, “I'm training the faggot to suck cock. It isn't particularly good yet, but it knows where it belongs and this is all it's actually good for.”

“May I?” asks Marty, as you hear him unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, without bothering to even address you. Allie just leans back and lifts her arms above her head, folding them and relaxing.

“By all means,” she replies, and Marty's fingers slide into your hair. He's never touched your hair before, but now his fingers tangle in it possessively and yank, pulling you off of Allie's dick and yanking your head onto his own.

“Suck it, you fucking faggot. Take it all, you worthless faggot cunt,” he sounds mad, “you should've fucking told me what a fucking faggot you were you fucking piece of shit. Fuck, fuck ... suck my fucking prick you useless, stupid, faggot, trash!” Every word is punctuated by an angry growl and a hard snap of his hips against your mouth, as he skull-fucks you in a rage.

You can't even suck as he pummels your face with his rod, ramming it down your throat as Allie relaxes and enjoys the view. You reach for her anyway, finding her hand on her cock and gently pushing it away to stroke her yourself. Allie sighs in pleasure, “Good boy, fag. Swallow on Marty's dick each time his hips slap your face.”

As you start to swallow in time with his thrusts, the sheer rage and **** slowly drains away, but not the stamina or the need. Marty sighs softly as he continues to pump your mouth, “Roll your tongue around the crown when I pull back, fag.”

You obey Marty's order immediately, grinding your tongue around the crown and finding the sensitive strip on the underside. Heartbroken by the change in your relationship with him, you sullenly suck his cock, but you give it all you have. You know Allie, she won't hesitate to simply reprogram you if you fall short or fail to embrace the training you begged for.

Part of knowing your place is accepting and embracing your training. As you continue to stroke her cock, you moan for Marty, lovingly worshipping his prick as it slides in and out of your mouth.

“Hhoo ... so glad you discovered its secret before someone at school did,” he sighs, “saves me the humiliation of anyone at school knowing I was best friends with a fucking faggot and didn't know it.” Allie laughs in answer.

“Yea. Same here, if anyone else had discovered it except mom, dad, or Brad, I'd have had the same issue. Worse, really, since it's my twin, I of all people should've figured it out without just walking in on it being a faggot,” Allie says.

Your eyes flutter as Marty continues to pump your mouth and you realise how inconsiderate you've been to the people you love. You never considered how hurtful your secrecy could be to them. Worse yet, you never took the time to consider how it would make them look when it came out, if they were to be shocked by this.

Your free hand creeps up Marty's thigh and cups his hip as he continues to fuck your mouth, and you start to sway, trying to get him to go harder again. You have questions for your twin sister, but this is your job now. This is your place. You have a cock in your mouth and your duty is to make it blow you away. You suck with renewed fervour, with renewed determination.

Marty's not your best friend anymore. He's not a friend at all anymore. He's just a man who has access to using you as he pleases and he deserves to get off now. You swear to yourself, you're gonna make that happen, you're going to satisfy him and make Allie proud.

“Holy shit it's really working for me now,” Marty groans as he resumes his former pace, his thrusts brutal and cruel, unrelenting and merciless as he slams into you so hard it hurts.