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On a Saturday morning, Mitch Burkhill was listening to hip-hop in his room.
Jayna knew that he was listening to hip-hop, because he had the volume cranked, and it was so loud in the bedroom that she shared with Luna that the walls were shaking slightly.
“Mitch is such a little shit,” complained Luna. She was naked – as was Jayna – because Jayna hadn’t let her put on clothes yet today, and lying in her bed and playing with her phone.
“Agreed,” said Jayna.
Luna sat up. “Mistress, may I put on some clothes?” she asked, blushing at the submissive language she was supposed to use. “Then I’ll go complain to mom or dad and make him turn it down.”
Jayna walked over to the bed, and pushed Luna back down onto it . Then she straddled her naked foster sister.
“Luna, baby, it makes me sad that you’re so stupid,” she said.
“What? Why?” asked Luna.
“Do you really want to get into a fight with your brother? If you accuse him of something, what’s he going to do in return?” asked Jayna. “Do you think he might point out to your parents that you’ve been a bit of a slut lately? Or ask about the sounds that come from our room late at night when you rape me? Do you want your father to find the scrapbook with all your fantasies about him?”
In truth it was Jayna raping Luna each night, but poor confused Luna had gotten so turned around by guilt and gaslighting that she no longer objected when Jayna claimed that it was in fact Luna initiating the abuse. Nor did she protest that the fantasies in her slutty scrapbook were not genuinely her own.
“No,” said Luna, quietly. “I don’t want that.”
“From now on,” said Jayna, “I don’t want to hear you complain about *anything* your brother does, do you understand? If he’s an ass to you, you smile and take it. If he calls you names, you answer to them. If he gropes you, you grin and let him do it. Do you understand? No complaints, ever.”
“Yes, mistress,” said Luna, unhappily.
Jayna took out her phone and aimed it at Luna’s naked body.
“Play with your pussy for me,” she said.
“Why?” asked Luna.
Jayna slapped her. “What have I told you about questioning me?” she snapped.
“I’m sorry, mistress,” said Luna, and obediently began to finger her fuckhole.
“Now say, ‘Mitch, can you please turn down your music?’” said Jayna.
“Mitch, can you please turn down your music?” said Luna. Then she looked alarmed. “Wait, you’re not going to show this to Mitch, are you?”
“I only filmed your head,” said Jayna. “Stop being dramatic.” She jumped up. “Now stay here and I’ll go sort out the Mitch situation.”
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Jayna deliberately dressed herself in some of Luna’s clothes before leaving the bedroom, so that she would look and smell like Mitch’s sister. Then she let herself into Mitch’s room, without knocking.
Mitch was sitting at his computer. His pants were down, and he was stroking his cock, while looking at a porn video of a teen girl sucking a young man’s cock. Jayna was pleased by how much the girl in the video looked like Mitch’s sister Luna.
He spun around as she entered, trying to cover his crotch. “Fuck,” he exclaimed, “ever heard of knocking?”
Jayna moved quickly across the floor to kneel in front of him, reaching out and taking his cock in her hand before he could put it back in his pants. She pumped it, twice, making him gasp.
“It’s okay,” she said. “You can leave it out. Showing your cock to girls exerts dominance. It shows them who’s in charge. You should find a time to show your cock to your sister.”
He looked down at her, breathing heavily, taken aback by this sudden erotic situation.
“But you’re right,” she said. “I should knock. You should punish me. Call me a dumb cunt, then slap me across the face, then pull up my shirt so you can see my tits.”
He looked at her – then said, “You’re a dumb cunt,” and slapped her hard across the face, making her gasp. Then he reached down and yanked her skirt up, exposing her small boobs.
She rewarded him by stroking his cock harder.
“Thank you, sir,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m a dumb cunt.” She looked up at him. “Luna wants you to turn down the music.”
Mitch laughed. “Fuck Luna,” he said.
“I bet you’d enjoy that,” said Jayna, still stroking his cock. “Fucking Luna.”
His cock twitched in Jayna’s hand.
“She asked nicely, you know,” she told Mitch.
“I don’t care if she said pretty please,” said Mitch. “I like the music loud.”
“No,” said Jayna. “I mean, she *really* asked nicely.” She took her hand off Mitch’s cock, making him groan, and took out her phone. She queued the video of Luna, and turned it so Mitch could see.
“Mitch, can you please turn down your music?” said Luna on the video. Only it wasn’t just her head, as Jayna had said. The video showed Luna completely naked, her legs spread, her hand rubbing her pussy.
“Fuck,” said Mitch. His hand went back to his erect dick, and he began pumping it. “Did she know you were going to show this to me?”
“Why do you think she’s so wet?” laughed Jayna. “So are you going to turn down your music?”
“Fine,” said Mitch. He reached for his mouse, and adjusted the computer’s speaker volume. The music became quieter – still loud, but probably no longer rattling shelves in adjacent rooms.
“Did you write that essay for me?” asked Jayna.
Mitch blushed. He opened a desk drawer, pulled out some sheets of paper, and passed them to her.
“WHY LUNA DESERVES TO BE RAPED AND HOW I WOULD RAPE HER”, read the title.
“Oh, this is wonderful,” said Jayna. “As a reward, I’m going to send you that video of your sister, so you can look at it whenever you want.” She used her phone to message the video to Mitch.
“Are you going to read it?” asked Mitch. “The essay?”
“Why don’t you read it to me while you rape my mouth?” asked Jayna, looking at him playfully.
He looked back at her, blushing, remembering how he had forced her to give him a blowjob before. Then he reached a decision. With one hand he slapped her across the face, and with the other he grabbed her blonde hair, and forced her head down on his cock.
Jayna struggled – after all, Mitch needed more practice in fucking girls whether they consented or not – but Mitch was strong, and soon the tip of his dick was pressing against her lips. Jayna opened her mouth and let it in, and then it was filling her mouth, pushing into her throat, making her gag. Mitch was relentless, not letting up an inch, so Jayna did her best to stifle her gag reflex and suck.
Her pussy was gushing. There was nothing better that being raped by a man – except, perhaps, for helping a man to rape another girl.
“My sister is a little brat,” said Mitch, reading from the essay. “She thinks she’s so smart and important, but really she’s just a dumb cunt. If I was dad, I’d spank her cunt in front of the whole family until she learned her place. She shouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes – they just make her think she’s people, instead of the little slut she is. If she’d just look at herself in the mirror, she’d realise that all that she’s good for is being a cocksleeve…”
Jayna sucked, and moaned, and surreptitiously rubbed her pussy as she listened to Mitch insult and degrade his sister. It felt so good to be forced to suck his cock as he laid out the case for why his sister deserved to be raped. She agreed with everything he was saying – her foster sister Luna really *was* only good for raping.
Then Mitch got to the part where he described how he, personally, would rape his sister.
“If I was going to give her what she deserved,” he said, “I’d start by slapping her dumb cunt face until I’d wiped that bitchy bratty expression off it. She looks prettier when she’s crying anyway. Then I’d rip her clothes off her, and grab her hair, and force her to suck my cock. I think Luna needs to swallow some sperm to understand what she really is.”
“Once I’d cum in her mouth, I’d spread her legs and slap her cunt until she was squealing, then I’d make her masturbate her bruised pussy until she was wet. Once I was hard again, I’d push her down on her bed, and then push my cock up into her bratty little cunt and fuck her so hard she screamed. I’d make her say she loved me and that she was enjoying it – I’d slap her until she said those things. I’d make her beg to be raped harder. And then eventually I’d cum inside her – and maybe I’d get her pregnant. Luna would look hot with a big baby belly, and she wouldn’t be able to say I was the father, so she’d have to say that she’d fucked a lot of boys at school and she didn’t know which one was the daddy…”
And at that point, Mitch groaned, and his cock twitched, and he began to flood Jayna’s mouth with sperm. Jayna swallowed eagerly, happily, enjoying the taste of her rapist’s cum.
Mitch didn’t know it, but Jayna had recorded the whole essay on her phone, read aloud by Mitch. She secretly pushed the button to end the recording now.
When Mitch let go of her head, she took her mouth off his cock, and leaned up and kissed him on the lips.
“Thank you, sir,” she said. She giggled. “And I’ve got some good news for you.”
“Fuck, you’re such a hot bitch,” said Mitch, still overwhelmed by his orgasm. “What’s the good news?”
“Luna will not ever, ever tell on you ever again. No matter what you do,” said Jayna. “In fact, she specifically wants to be groped by you.”
“Groped by me?” said Mitch, confused.
“Try it at dinner tonight,” said Jayna. “Luna will sit next to you at the dinner table, and she won’t be wearing panties. Just reach under the table and work your hand between her legs. You’ll be able to touch her twat, and she won’t make a noise or let anyone know it’s happening.”
“Won’t she be embarrassed?” asked Mitch.
“Of course she will be,” said Jayna. “But embarrassment gets her wet. Just see for yourself. And if you like that, just know you can do it to her whenever you want. Grab her butt. Grab her tits. You can even pull off her clothes or show her your cock. Just make sure your parents don’t see.”
“Can I do that to you too?” said Mitch, mischievously.
“Well, I’d certainly never tell anyone,” said Jayna. “But I want you to get used to playing with your sister before you do more with me. That doesn’t mean you can’t force me, if you’re man enough to do that – but I’m a lot smarter than Luna, and I think you’ll do better working on my schedule rather than trying to rush things, don’t you?”
He looked down at her tits, concealed within Luna’s dress. “Sure,” he said.
She laughed, and pulled one of her tits out of the dress. “Here’s a little something in advance,” she said. Then she put it away again.
“Remember – feel your sister’s pussy at dinner tonight,” she told him.
And then she left his room, returning to Luna to take credit for getting Mitch to turn his music down.
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