[MFF] The Sister’s House [threesome] [incest] [degradation] [inferiority] [breeding] [sluts]

“So where are you from?”

It’s the question that kills so much of my online flirting. I may live in a major city on the coast, and I may travel all over the US. But for some reason, the cute little sluts that are into fucking me always live in places like Ohio, North Carolina or Canada.

This particular slut, Sophie, was fun – a really nice ass, tiny tits, a petite frame and a desire to be used in the most depraved ways possible. She taunted me with the suggestion that she was more kinky than me, and proved it, too. There were a couple kinks that she was OK with that were on my limit list.

But where our kinks overlapped, there was a strong desire to hunt this petite cutie down and turn her into my fucktoy.

Only, she was nowhere near the coast.

“HMM!” Sophie texted after I told her my city.

“That’s an odd response,” I said. “Planning a visit?”

“Actually, yeah,” she said. “I’m visiting my sister for the holidays. It might not make for the easiest hook-up, but maybe …”

I started running through the possibilities. I had family coming over for the holidays, too. So hosting at my place was out. I kept in touch with some voyeurs in the area that loved watching me work. And I wasn’t against doing things in a car as a last resort.

But this girl had some deep kinks. And the way she said that maybe …

“I mean, if your sister wants to watch, I’m OK with that,” I said.

“lol, gross <3”

I don’t know if there’s an appropriate amount of time to study the meaning of a heart made out of emojis sent to you immediately after suggesting that you’d like to fuck someone while a family member watches, but I was definitely thinking about it for an inappropriate amount of time.

From there, I started probing the situation. Did the sister know that Sophie was a slut? Apparently yes, as they talked about kinks and toys. And apparently, the sister was also fairly kinky, though for her privacy we didn’t go into specifics.

The sister being a blank canvas started to make her very, very tempting to me, too.

I started to picture the ideal holiday party, tying up two cute little sluts and forcing them to cum like dirty little whores. Maybe I’d make it festive and use some holiday lights to bind them.

“You could see who the bigger slut is,” Sophie said.

Slowly, the plan started to develop. Sophie, the eager little slut, wanted her inferiority complex exploited. She also needed to be tied up, fucked, spat on, slapped around and forced to cum at least five times.

Really, the ideal way to cap off a year.

Her sister got in contact with me, but only brisk, short messages delayed with long pauses. She was obviously using her burner account that she didn’t check in on often, which made me fantasize about her regular account.

I could picture her as a kinky exhibitionist, eager for attention and praise. I started to wonder if I had been already DMing her, not even realizing that I knew her? That would be an amusing twist.

Regardless of my fantasies, the sister gave me her permission to use her house, wherein I’d be using her little sister as a fucktoy. I also let her know where my limits were with her watching and joining in, and she thanked me for the permission.

We picked out a place for the three of us to meet, away from her house. A nice little bar. I wondered if she picked it because she was familiar with it and felt safe there, or if she was completely unfamiliar with it and no one would recognize her there.

I spotted Sophie first. She was dressed as I instructed her to, with a button-down blouse, skirt and knee-high socks. Sophie was barely 21, and we were enjoying the fact that her age plus her sister’s age equaled my age. The schoolgirl-inspired look really pushed it.

The sister, though – damn.

She had on a fitted red dress with a deep neckline and a tight grip around her thighs. She had that petite ballerina build to her, with small tits and subtle curves, but a natural flexibility that made me want to spread her legs as wide as possible. I didn’t see it at first, but the dress was backless. Her lipstick and nails matched the fabric perfectly.

“You must be the sister,” I said, giving her a completely polite hug.

“You must be Sophie’s secret man,” she said.

I then gave Sophie a hug, letting my hand squeeze her ass tight for a second. You’d think we were a long-lost couple, not knowing that was literally the first time I touched her.

I had to wonder what Sophie’s inferiority complex was doing after I touched her sister first. It was an intentional thing, too.

“Thank you again for letting us do this,” I said. “I know it can be a bit weird letting a stranger into your house.”

The sister waived off the comment as we waited for our drinks.

“I might find something else to do,” she said.

“It would be nice to have a chaperone there, for safety,” I said. “I don’t know if she’s told you all the perverting things I plan on doing to her?”

Sophie didn’t blush. But she wasn’t quick to make eye contact or laugh, either.

After our drinks arrived, I went over some of the ground rules I had, and safewords I liked to use. When discussing aftercare, I chided Sophie for not really having a set routine – earlier that week, she begged for me to leave her filled with cum and duct taped-up, naked and on the floor for her sister to find. I was tempted, but I also wanted to make sure the sister was OK with it.

To be honest, I was tempted to leave both of them covered in cum and naked on the floor, leaving them to care for each other.

Every minute the night moved on, my mind was thinking of new and vile things to do to her sister. I wanted her.

With every fiber of my being, I kept things in control, tried to stay as charming and calm as possible. And when we paid our tab, the sister gave me instructions back to her place. Sophie rode with her and I followed.

They were unlocking the door as I caught up to them. I gave them both a small stroke along the small of their backs. Gentlemanly.

Inside the door, I was less of a gentleman to Sophie.

I motioned to her sister.

“Make yourself comfortable on the couch,” I said, my voice a couple notes deeper than normal.

I would swear that it was corny and campy, having a “Dom Voice,” adding some bass from my chest and dropping all bits of politeness. But I’ve seen what this corny “voice” did to little sluts like Sophie. I wanted to see if her sister would take to my commands, or rebel against them.

She marched over to the couch and sat cross-legged. It was a start.

For Sophie, I grabbed her hair and her throat. She let out a quick whimper, and I pushed her to her knees. Letting go of her neck, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and guided it to her mouth.

Sophie was a good girl.

I could have told her. I could have rewarded her.

Instead, I held her hair tighter and pushed my cock down her throat, holding her head in place. I waited 20 seconds. 30 seconds. 40 seconds. Then I pulled out, leaving her to gulp for air. Her eyes were already starting to water, and drool was spilling down her lip.

I smiled, and put my dick in her mouth again.

“That’s a good little cocksucker,” I said.

I started to guide her head in a calm bobbing motion. Not fast enough to make me cum, but fuck did it feel good.

When I liked the rhythm, I looked over at her sister. Eye contact. I smiled, and gave her a wink. She grinned.

At some point, she had uncrossed her legs.

There was a chair opposite the couch. I dragged Sophie over in front of it.

“Stand up, fucktoy,” I said.

Sophie obeyed. I spun her around so that she faced her sister. I ripped open her blouse. Pushing my knee between her legs, I forced her thighs open. Then I stood immediately behind Sophie, putting her in a headlock while using my free hand to lift up her skirt.

“You’re a dirty little fucktoy, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes Daddy,” she said, remembering herself.

“Yes,” I said. “You’re Daddy’s filthy little slut.”

To punctuate this, I let my hand roughly grab her pussy.

“Everyone knows what a little slut you are,” I said. “A naughty little slut.”

I let go of her and sat down, pointing to my side.

“Stand here.”

When she was next to me, I reached up and grabbed one nipple, slowly pulling harder and harder on her. She tried her hardest to remain standing.

“Bend over.”

It was a relief to her to give into the nipple pull, bending over my lap. She might not have even noticed that now her ass was bent over and exposed. But then she felt my hand on her. There was a soft moan.

“You know what we do with naughty little sluts,” I said.

It was all very performative. I started giving as loud and hard of a spanking as I could.

The sister’s legs were a bit spread. In between spanks, I was sure I saw her fingers start to explore.

When Sophie’s ass was glowing red and warm, I let my fingers wander to her pussy.

“What a dirty little slut,” I said. “You’re a wet mess, all because I had to spank you, didn’t I?”

“Yes Daddy,” Sophie said.

“Be a good girl and suck Daddy’s cock.”

Sophie quickly got off my lap and back on her knees. She had some good cock-sucking skills. Clearly there was a boy or two back home in love with her mouth.

With Sophie bent over between my legs, I started to ignore her, looking only at the sister.

She was blushing. No, not blushing. That wasn’t shame on her face. She was just flushed. Turned on. Her hand was between her legs, pushing up the hem of her dress. She was looking directly at me.

“Your sister is a good little cocksucker,” I said.

“So I see,” she replied, her voice almost steady.

“It makes me wonder,” I said, taking a moment to let out a low moan. “… who’s the better cocksucker of the family.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she said.

“I can think of one way to find out,” I said. “Come here.”

Maybe she says no. Maybe she walks away. Then I still have a fucktoy to use as a cumdump. But maybe…

She started to stand, but melted to her knees. Her hands hit the floor. She crawled slowly towards me.

I tapped Sophie’s face for a moment, getting her to stop sucking. I took a moment to fully remove my pants and spread my legs wide, leaving space for both petite sluts.

The sister pushed in, grabbed the base of my cock with her hand, and wrapped her lips around the tip.

“Let’s see who’s the better slut,” I said.

It’s every guy’s fantasy to get sucked off by two gorgeous women at the same time. This, though… this was beyond that fantasy.

The Sister was submissive, but clearly also a bit of a switch, too. She had no problem grabbing the sides of Sophie’s head and ramming her face up and down, turning her little sister into a fleshlight. She also had some skills in licking under my balls, teasing my asshole and massaging me perfectly.

Sophie’s skills were that I could do absolutely anything to her, and the more degrading it was, the better.

I already knew who I had to fuck first.

“You’re nowhere near as good of a slut as your sister,” I said to Sophie. It wasn’t true, but I could see how it was making her a submissive mess. “She’s better than you in every way. Give me the duct tape.”

Sophie’s “reward” involved me making a duct tape pair of panties for her, sealing up her pussy for now. Then I bound her arms to her sides, and her knees together. She was a helpless pillow of a human, now.

I put her over my shoulder, and had the sister lead me to the bedroom.

Dropping Sophie on the bed, I positioned her sister perpendicular to her, bending her over.

“Doggy style is so much better when you have a pillow under the slut you’re fucking,” I explained. “And Sophie is a very good pillow.”

I grabbed the sister’s wrists and held them behind her back. Sooner or later I was going to have to tape her up, too. But for now, I really needed to fuck her tight little pussy.

I didn’t bother trying to hold back. I fucked her as hard as I could, pushing hard against her body. Every thrust kicked into Sophie, who started to whimper and pout.

“Daddy,” she cried. “You’re fucking my sister. My SISTER.”

I slapped her face.

“Because she’s a better slut than you,” I said.

Sophie moaned. It was going to be so easy to make her cum, after I ripped the tape off her cunt.

I gave a few more thrusts.

“I’m going to cum,” I said.

The sister looked back.

“Cum inside of me, Daddy,” she said.

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