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Bianca’s tits felt amazing.
They were just the right size to fill Danny’s hands, with enough softness to bounce easily, but also a tautness to them, like a ripe fruit.
He had had many fantasies of squeezing his sister’s breasts – but what was even better was the look on her face. It was one of complete and utter humiliation, as she was forced to present her udders to the brother she had spent her life teasing, so that he could grope them until he was able to identify them by feel alone.
His fingers found her left nipple, and he pinched it experimentally.
“Ow!” squealed Bianca, pulling away. “What the fuck?”
“I have to know how easily you flinch,” he said. “It will help me identify you. If I squeeze the fuck out of a girl’s nipple, and she doesn’t flinch, I’ll know it’s not you.” He waved a hand. “Come back here.”
She put her breasts back in Danny’s reach, and he resumed feeling and squeezing them. He bounced and jiggled them, and then pinched her nipples some more, relishing each squeal and flinch as he did so.
“We’ll probably have to do this daily,” he said, “to make sure I know the feel of every inch of your tits.”
She made a face.
“Every day?” she objected.
Danny shrugged. “It’s up to you,” he said. “You want me to be able to identify you, right? We can do it less, but if I get it wrong, you’ll be sold into slavery.”
Her face reddened again.
“Fine,” she said.
“Hold on,” he said. He took out his phone, pointed it at her, and snapped a picture.
“Danny!” she objected, immediately covering her tits – too late. “What are you doing?”
“Taking a picture to study,” he said.
“You said you’d be blindfolded when you had to identify my tits on the show!” said Bianca.
“It still helps if I know what they look like,” he said. “How big they are, how much underbust you have, how far your nipples stick out. Turn sideways, I need a shot from the side.”
She turned sideways.
Danny sighed.
“Hands down, Bianca,” he said.
She lowered her hands from her tits – and Danny took another picture.
“Now face me and lean forward, so they’re hanging down,” he told her.
She did as she was told, and he snapped a third photo.
“That should do for now,” he said. “We can talk about how else we can train tomorrow. You should come up with some ideas.”
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He told all his male friends that he was going to be on Guess the Cunt. They were wildly envious, of course, but to assuage their jealousy a little he sent them copies of the topless photos of his sister.
“Sure,” he told them. “You can share these on the internet. You can use her name with them, too.”
He also printed copies of the photos, and put at least one up in each room of the house, so that everywhere he went he was looking at his sister’s tits. It meant Bianca was looking at them too, and reminded of her humiliation – and her upcoming televised fate.
Bianca stayed in her room the rest of the day – but late that night Danny saw a government caged vehicle pull up to the house next door, where the cute lesbian couple lived. Peering out the window, he saw one of the couple – the blonde – escorted by uniformed officers into the van, and driven away. Her brunette girlfriend dithered on the lawn for a while, and then got into her car and followed the van.
He watched until the vehicles were out of sight.
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The next morning he was woken by Bianca.
“Wake up, dummy,” she was saying, and shaking him.
He flailed his arms at her. “Fuck off, Bianca,” he said. “I have an alarm clock, and it works perfectly well to get me up in time for work.”
She was wearing her cheerleading outfit – a tight top that hugged her bra-less tits, and a short pleated skirt. It was a little less revealing than her school skirts – he hadn’t edited these skirts with scissors, but they had been quite short to begin with. And in any case, he knew she still had no panties on underneath.
“We need to get it over with,” said Bianca. “I want to do it now, before you go to work.”
He looked at her, feeling his cock harden.
“Get it over with?” he said.
“You know,” she said. “So you’ll be able to tell which one I am on the TV show.”
He pulled himself upright in bed. Bianca blushed as she realised that he was nude under the bedsheets – and blushed further as she saw the shape of his erect cock pressing against the sheets.
“I’m surprised,” said Danny. “Honestly I thought it would take you longer to get to this point.”
“There’s no point waiting,” she said. “I don’t like it, but let’s do it.”
“Okay,” said Danny, trying to conceal the raw lust in his voice. His cock was twitching eagerly. “How do you want to do this?”
“Well, I’m just going to lift my skirt,” said Bianca.
“And, what, I pull you down on me?” said Danny. “That could work.”
She looked confused. “No, so you can look at it.”
Danny began to understand. “Look at it,” he said, flatly.
“My pussy,” she said. “So you’ll recognise it on the show.”
“Recognise it by looking at it,” Danny said again.
“Girls have very different pussies, Danny,” said Bianca, chidingly. “We have a lot of variation in our labia and clitoris. You should be able to tell which one is me just by looking.”
“All right,” said Danny. “Let’s start with that. Show me your cunt.”
She flinched a little at the word “cunt”, and Danny blessed his parents for teaching her that it was a shameful and dirty word, in a way that not all girls these days understood.
Slowly, she lifted her skirt, to reveal a perfect hairless twat.
Danny responded by throwing back the bedcovers to reveal his hard cock to his sister.
She jumped, and let go of her skirt.
“Danny, what the fuck are you doing?” she squealed.
“You’re showing me your cunt,” he said. “I’m returning the favour.”
“Why is it hard?” she said. “I’m your sister.”
“It had better be able to get hard for you,” said Danny. “I’m going to have to put it in you on the show. And the truth is, you’ve got a pretty mediocre appearance. You should feel lucky I can get it up for you.”
This was an outrageous lie. Bianca was a stunner. But few girls are so pretty that they can’t become immediately insecure if their appearance is criticised, and Bianca was no exception.
“I should probably practice getting hard when I look at you,” said Danny. “To make sure I can do it on the show. Do you mind if I play with it while I look at you?”
“No!” said Bianca. “I mean, yes! That’s gross, Danny. You can’t masturbate while looking at me!”
He shrugged. “Okay, then. I guess we’ll just work it out on the day. I’m a pretty good guesser. I’ll just look for the girl with the longest clit.”
Bianca coloured. “Longest… did you even look at me, Danny? I have a normal sized clit. And you can’t even see it unless my pussy lips are spread.”
He put his hand on his cock and began to slowly stroke it.
“Then show me again,” he said.
She seemed entranced by the motion of his hand on his dick. She couldn’t help but stare.
He let her look.
After a moment, she shook her head, and blushed. Then she looked away, avoiding eye contact, and raised her skirt again.
He raised his phone, and took two photos. The first was a close-up of her twat. The second was a full-body shot, showing her raising her skirt, and her blushing face.
“You’re right,” he said. “I can’t see your clit. Can you spread your pussy lips?”
Her blush deepened, and she tried to spread her cunt open for him. But it was hard while she was still holding her skirt.
“Just take it off,” he urged. “Take off the top, too. I may as well get more practice looking at your breasts.”
She didn’t want to. He just looked at her and kept stroking his dick.
Finally, she relented. She pulled the skirt down her legs, then pulled the top up and over her head.
There it was – his older sister, completely nude.
He had to stop stroking for a moment to avoid cumming. And while he was stopped, he took a photo of her nude body.
“There we go,” he said. “Now spread your cunt for me.”
She pulled her pussy lips wide, exposing her clitoris and her fuckhole.
He took another photo.
“Bring it closer so I can see,” he said.
She moved as close to his bed as she could, and he leaned across, still stroking his dick, until his face was inches from her cunt. He stared at her wet, pink flesh – and yes, it was wet. Was she aroused by this? It made sense that his sister was a slut.
He let her feel his breath on her clit, and nearly laughed when she shivered with humiliation in response.
He pulled back, and had her turn around and bend over, her legs spread, so that he could see her cunt from that angle. He had her pull her ass cheeks apart for him, and then he took another photo.
“Turn around again,” he said – and then he lowered his voice, quieter. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“What?” she asked, now covering her tits instinctively with her hands.
“Come closer,” he said, quietly. “It’s a secret.”
Shaking her head at his nonsense, she leaned in…
… and when she did, he grabbed her hair with his free hand. He took his other hand off his dick, and slapped her once, hard, across the face, and then dragged her face to near his dick and went back to masturbating.
She squealed, and struggled, and slapped at him – but he was too near now. And within moments, he was orgasming – and his cum was spurting from his dick and bathing his sister’s face.
She howled as she felt his semen splash into her eyes, and over her cheeks, and when she opened her lips he thought a little went into her mouth. He held her there until he was done, and then grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to wipe his dick clean, before finally releasing her.
When she straightened he snapped another photo – his beautiful nude sister, with his semen dripping from her face.
“You fucking… you rapist!” she snarled.
“That was your fault,” he told her. “For showing me your cunt. What, were you just going to leave me with blue balls?”
“You came on my face!” she screeched, as if that were in any way relevant.
“Thank me for it,” he said. “And apologise for being a slut.”
“Like hell I will!” she squealed.
“You will,” he said, “because you want me to identify you on the show. I don’t have to, you know. I could deliberately get it wrong. And I choose which girl I ejaculate into on the show. There’s a very good chance I’ll get them pregnant. It could be you. They’ll make you keep it, if you get knocked up on the show.”
She was fuming with rage and humiliation – but what he was saying was scaring her. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. His cum dripped from her chin, onto her tits.
“Thank me for it,” he said again. “And apologise for being a slut. And we can do further training tonight.”
It took her nearly a minute to accept the inevitable – but when she did, it was one of the sweetest victories Danny had ever had.
“Thank you for cumming on my face,” she said, in a small, quiet voice. “And I’m sorry I’m a slut.”
“I’ll forgive you,” he said, “but only if you don’t clean it off until I’ve left for work. I think you look pretty like that.”
From the expression on her face, he knew his sister wanted to kill him right then.
And, to his immense satisfaction, he also knew that she wouldn’t. And, at least in this instance, she would do as he had told her to.
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