Story: The Foster Girl, Part 14

Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen

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Mitch had learned exactly the right lesson from Luna’s humiliating family dinner, where he had surreptitiously finger-raped her pussy beneath the table, and Luna had allowed him to do it.  He  had learned that he could humiliate, torture and sexually molest his sister, and that she would do absolutely nothing to stop him.

At one level, he knew that she hated it.  He couldn’t help but see the look of disgust in her face when he teased her, and feel her body vibrating with loathing when he was near her.  But at another, he believed what Jayna had told him – that Luna *wanted* to be treated this way – because it was something that he wanted to believe.  And after all, there was the evidence of Luna’s pussy, which had been whorishly wet for him when he penetrated her at the dinner table.

Did he suspect that maybe his new slutty, seductive foster sister Jayna had some kind of hold over Luna?  Did he guess that Luna was being forced to accept his molestation – prevented from resisting it by the hold that Jayna held over her?  Perhaps.  But at the end of the day, it didn’t really matter to Mitch whether his sister consented to his sexual advances or not – only that he could do whatever he wanted to her, without consequences.

He began by further the exploration that had begun at the dinner table.  Any time he was alone with Luna, and his parents couldn’t see, he would try to touch Luna’s pussy.  Luna’s outfits now always consisted of short skirts with no panties, so it wasn’t hard to get a hand near her groin.

Jayna had told Luna that she wasn’t to resist her brother’s advances – and yet Luna couldn’t help slapping Mitch’s hands away, and pressing her legs tightly together, and trying to escape him.

“Stop it,” she hissed on the first such occasion, as Mitch playfully pushed her up against the lounge, his hand on her buttocks, working between her legs.  Then, louder, “Stop it!” – and then “MITCH!”

Their parents were only a few rooms away, and when Luna raised her voice, Mitch guiltily jerked his hand away from her.

But Jayna heard it too, and afterwards she took Luna aside sternly.

“What did I tell you, slut?” she hissed.

Luna looked down at the floor.  “Not to complain about Mitch, mistress,” she said, knowing she was in trouble.

“What do you think would have happened if your parents had heard you?” said Luna.  “Do you think Mitch would have gotten in trouble?  Really?  Or do you think they would have instead asked why you were cockteasing him, like the little slut you are?  Maybe they would have suggested that this was the natural result of you going without panties like a whore?  Or would they have found your little book of fantasies about your family?”

Luna understood the words as a threat.  If she disobeyed Jayna, Jayna would make sure they *did* find the book, where she had been made to look as if she fantasised about fucking her own father.

“I’m sorry, mistress,” she said, blushing.

“Now take off that skirt, and go show your brother the cunt he wanted to play with,” said Jayna.  “And give him a kiss on the lips, and tell him that you’re sorry.”

Luna looked horrified.  “I *can’t*,” she whispered.  “He’s my *brother*!”

Jayna just looked at her.

“Please,” begged Luna.  “Can’t you… humiliated me some other way?  I’ll… lick your pussy.  Or… whatever you want. Please don’t make me kiss my own brother.  It’s horrible enough when my *father* kisses me.”

“Do I need to count down from ten, Luna?” asked Jayna.

Luna had no idea what would happen if Jayna did, or what punishment might result – although she instinctively knew it would be worse than kissing her brother and showing him her cunt.  And that was already so humiliating…

“No, mistress,” she said, quietly.  “I’m sorry, mistress.”

“You will not *ever* let anyone know that your brother wants to play with you,” said Jayna.  “You will not raise your voice.  You will not call for help.  You can struggle, if you want, but you will not use violence against him or hurt him or do anything that would alert others to what is happening.  Do you understand?”

Luna tried to rationalise what was happening.  These were rules that simply allowed her brother to sexually molest her – and even rape her.  Why would Jayna want that?  After all, Jayna was her sister – and her girlfriend.  Jayna loved her – didn’t she?  And Luna loved Jayna – or at least, Jayna made her say that she loved her all the time.

But Jayna knew best.  Luna was a silly cunt, who had raped her own foster sister.  (That still wasn’t quite how she remembered it, but Jayna had said it that way so many times that it must be true.)  These were rules that would stop Luna getting in trouble with her parents – rules that would keep Luna’s slutty fantasy-scrapbook a secret.  Jayna was just looking out for Luna.

Really, she should be grateful to Jayna.

So she said, “Yes, mistress.  I’m sorry, mistress.  Thank you, mistress.”  And she obediently took off her skirt, and ran, bare-cunted, to Mitch’s room, next to hers.

Mitch was surprised and delighted when his pretty sister entered his room with her pussy fully exposed to his gaze.  The deep crimson humiliated blush on her face just made her prettier.  And his delight increased when she said, “I’m sorry for yelling when you touched me before, Mitch” – and then stepped forward and kissed him on the lips.

He had kissed his sister once before – a quick peck on the lips, the result of Jayna’s game of truth-or-dare with Luna – but this was a full-mouth kiss, and when he pressed his tongue against Luna’s lips, she allowed it into her mouth.

He could tell that at some level she hated this, that it was humiliating and degrading for her, that she thought it was gross and perverted – but that just made it hotter for him.  He knew better than to question her consent, and he knew, deep down, that this was all somehow the work of his wonderful new perverted, slutty foster sister Jayna – but all that mattered was that Luna was making his sexual fantasies come true.

As he kissed her, he decided to press his luck, and reached down to feel her pussy.  Luna made an alarmed noise, and clamped her legs together, but she didn’t pull away, and he was able to wiggle his fingers between her thighs, and then up between her pussy lips, until he could feel the wetness at the entrance to her fuckhole.

Then he pressed further, and he was once again finger-fucking his sister.

Luna tried to pull back now, but Mitch pushed her forwards, until her back struck the wall of his bedroom, and she was pinned.  He kissed her more, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, as he kept exploring her fuck-tunnel with his fingers.  He curved his fingers, in a beckoning motion, pressing against the inner wall of her cunt, and this made her whole body shake, and she made a pathetic, mewling moan into his mouth.

“Stupid cunt,” Mitch laughed, between kisses.  He finger-raped her harder, pulling at that spot within her that his beckoning fingers had found, feeling it grow spongey and engorged at his continuing attention.  Luna’s legs went weak, and she might have fallen if Mitch didn’t have her pinned against the wall.

He could feel Luna’s tits against his chest, her nipples so hard that he was aware of their presence even through her blouse and his shirt.  

“Stupid little bitch,” Mitch whispered, and pushed harder and deeper inside his sister, his fingers crooked, pressing into that spot that seemed to drive her wild.  He shoved his tongue into her mouth, not letting her speak, not letting her breathe…

And suddenly there was wetness on his hand, and Luna was shaking, spasming.

She was cumming.  And not just cumming – squirting.  It wasn’t much, but it was enough to soak Mitch’s hand, and leave a small wet spot on the carpet between her legs.

“Ew, gross,” said Mitch.  “Look what you’re doing, you dumb slut.”

Luna started to cry.  She couldn’t believe she had orgasmed from her own brother’s fingers.  She couldn’t believe she had *enjoyed* being violated – and by someone she was related to!  It was so gross, so disgusting.  No nice girl did this with her brother – and so she must be exactly what Mitch had called her: a dumb slut.

Mitch panicked.  If their parents saw Luna crying, they would want to know why.  

He remembered back to his erotic sexual encounter with Jayna.

“Slap me,” she had told him.  “Slap me hard across the face, and tell me it’s because I struggled, and because I was a disappointing fuck, and that I need to do better next time.”

He looked at his crying sister – and slapped her across the face.

She gasped in shock – but her tears stopped.

“No crying, you dumb slut,” he said, “or you’ll get us both in trouble.  Go back to your room if you want to cry like a baby.  And next time your pussy had better be more fun to play with, or I’ll slap you again.”

Luna stared at him, her mind disjointed by all that had happened – and then she turn and ran, back to her bedroom, just as he had told her to.

And Mitch, left alone in his room, knew exactly what he had to do.  He closed his bedroom door, and got out his cock, and began to masturbate, thinking of everything that had just happened.

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When Luna returned to her foster sister Jayna, Jayna made her strip off the rest of her clothes, and describe everything that had happened with Mitch, and play with her pussy while she described it.  And Jayna filmed her doing it.

And each night before bed Jayna would make Luna watch that video and masturbate herself to orgasm with the video looping on repeat – conditioning her to be aroused by her violation, to derive sexual pleasure from her abuse and humiliation.  Often Luna would cry during these sessions, but Jayna would never let her stop until she orgasmed.

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And after that, Mitch was relentless.  He made a straight line for Luna’s pussy any time that nobody was watching.  He would accost her in the hallway and pin her against the wall and finger her cunt.  He would chase her around the lounge room and push her over the lounge, or pin her to the floor, and work his fingers into her fuckhole.  He would even finger her in the back seat of the family car, if there was something he could drape over both their laps to stop their parents from seeing.

And Luna always resisted.  She pushed at him, and struggled, and wiggled, and pressed her thighs together.  But she did it silently, so that no one would hear, and no one would notice, and no one would come to her rescue.

Sometimes Mitch would only be able to pump his fingers into her a few times before the risk of being caught became too great.  On these occasions, if he had the chance, he would wipe his fingers clean across his sister’s face afterwards.  But other times he could keep finger-raping her until he brought her to orgasm – and he was surprisingly skilled at making his sister cum.  Luna wouldn’t always squirt, but often she did, and Mitch was sure to always call her a disgusting little slut when she did.

Jayna thought this was all a fantastic education for Luna.  It was teaching her that her pussy wasn’t hers to control, and that men would use it when they wanted to, whether she consented or not.  It was teaching her to be aroused by abuse and to orgasm from rape.  It was teaching her to constantly be aware of her cunt and its vulnerability.  These were all fine lessons that every young woman should learn, in Jayna’s view.

One of Mitch’s favourite times to molest his sister was just before their father got home from work.  This resulted from a suggestion that Jayna had made to Mitch, and on these occasions Mitch was careful not to let Luna cum.

Because when their father got home from work, under their new arrangements he would now give each of his daughters a lustful open-mouth kiss.  And as humiliating as that was for Luna, it was vastly *more* humiliating for her to have to kiss her father with her pussy soaking wet and her nipples hard, and feel a throb of *arousal* from pressing her body against her own daddy and kissing him on the lips.

And this was good for Luna’s father Bill, too, because while he may not have been consciously aware that his daughter was aroused, he could feel the warmth of her body as he kissed her, and the way it quivered with lust, and he could smell the pheromones exuding from her wet fuckhole.  And at a subconscious level, this slowly helped develop within him the idea that his daughter was a sexual creature – a thing that he could, potentially, one day stick his cock into…

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