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The Family Feud II
Chapter Eight
It had been a long day, and the girls had taken another shower, with supervision this time from Bill. He had made sure to make them hold each others ass cheeks apart for probably a little longer than necessary under the cold water. Both Jamie and Wendy new why. It was no secret, that Bill was having fun with his power trip, and they felt they had little else choice but to oblige.
In the living room, after another spanking over the knee, for what Bill thought was just a general attitude check.
“Wendy, where do you want to sleep tonight?”
“With you Sir, of course”
“If you sleep with me tonight, I am going to fuck the shit out of you. Are you sure you don't want to hear your other choices?” Bill added
“No sir, with you..in our bed, to perform like a good wife”
“Like a good slut?”
“Yes Sir, like a good slut.”
Bill smiled at his wife, a genuine smile of deep delight and total lust, taking her by the hand and leading her up the stairs like it was their first time ever, he yelled back “Alright Chris, Jamie is all yours...don't do anything I wouldn't do” Chris giggled and his Dad stopped for just a second to punctuate. “No REALLY....don't do anything I wouldn't do....got it?”
Jamie swallowed hard, as she was sitting on the carpet. The men had made clear no sitting on furniture or else the girls may leave “Snail trails” little wet pussies on wooden chairs, or tiny brown spots. Jamie's first time really being alone with Chris suddenly put fear into her. With her mom, it was much easier to do this.
“Dad and Mom, are upstairs fucking their brains out” Chris smiled, obviously picturing it in his mind.
“Master Chris sir, please I won't do that” she put a slight emphasis on won't, stubbornly putting her foot down.
“Won't because I am a nerd and a loser?”
“Won't because I am a virgin and you are my BROTHER!” she said correcting him and adding “Sir” at the end to save herself.
“Why so uptight, you are my little bitch, you played with my dick earlier today.” Chris reminded her.
“Yes Sir, and that is because my mom did too...I don't know where the line is, I know its not fucking my brother, though....please don't ask me to do that”
“It doesn't make sense..if you are willing to do one thing, but not the other, whats the difference?” Chris said, obviously confused.
His sister kneeling in front of him didn't have all the answers, but she was gifted with a lot more common sense. “I am willing to grin and bear my predicament, but its like maybe like a dial on a radio, I'll listen to any volume up to a certain point, once you crank it up to an eight or higher, it hurts my ears...”
“I still don't get it” Chris said, clearly confused.
Jamie sighed and said “Okay...take off your pants, please Sir?” and Chris was shocked, unsure why she'd be giving him orders. “I am not telling, just asking, and I will explain....”
Chris did as he was asked, and she said “Okay, on the radio, that is a one....” he was still confused, so she asked him “Okay, come here please...” Jamie took his dick in his hand and played around with it..”Okay, that is a two...”
Chris still unsure what she was saying, stood there almost like a dumb baby.
“Slap my boob, Sir” and he gave it a hard smack “That is a two also, if you hit it harder directly on the nipple, I'd say a three”
She got on all fours for her brother, spread herself and pushed her thumb slowly up her own butt after she wet it with her own spit. “That is a four..... its harder for me, its grosser..some of the things you ask, they are a nine...”
Chris smiled “So what you are saying is...if I hit you on top of the head with pecker, that would be a four?” he slapped her head with his dick, letting it rest on her head.
“No, I guess that would be more like a two...its not THAT bad.” she said playfully sliding her hand back out of her butt and taking his cock in her hand and say “Playing with it, that is probably a three....” Chris smiled, he liked it, it was almost like his sister was seducing him by way of explanation.
It was at that point the two of them noticed their mom standing at the top of the stairs. “Excuse me Sir, I didn't mean to interrupt” Wendy thought better of getting involved “I um....was told by your father to bring back some Crisco shortening as lube....” Wendy bit her tongue, why did she feel compelled to tell them that detail.
“Well crawl down here and get it” Chris said kind of amused at what just happened, leaving Jamie unsure whether to take her hand off her brother's cock or not. Obviously, Mom wasn't saying anything.
“May I walk through the living room, Sir? If I crawl I won't be able to carry the Crisco.”
“No...crawl like a puppy, wiggle your ass, but hurry, let's not keep dad waiting...Your daughter will apply the Crisco to you...that is what, a three?” Chris asked with a sinister tone, casting aside his earlier goofy “I don't understand” persona.
“Applying Crisco to my mom? That I guess is a two or a three?” Jamie said wincing, with an apologetic look to Wendy as she waddled through the living room like a puppy dog.
Jamie taking a good handful of Crisco as they followed her in, and asking “Where do you want it?”
Chris laughingly added “Your a virgin, but surely you know holes lube goes on?”
“Um...both the butthole and the pussy?” Jamie was not sure.
“Mom, what do you think, is he gonna fuck your poop chute tonight?” Chris was in good spirits now.
“Um...probably yes, sir..”
“Probably what? What is he going to do, to you slut?” Chris asked
“Fuck me in the ass and pussy, yes sir....best to lube both holes” swallowing.
Jamie slathered both her mom's pussy and then ass, making sure to work it all around.
“Sir, may I um....if I cannot take the jar with...may I um....” Wendy was trying to think of a way to say what she needed without asking her daughter to do it.
“What?” Chris asked her to clarify
“May I work the rest of the Crisco inside, its mostly on the outside, and I don't mind if you watch, I just need to be a little lose back there.”
“Show Jamie what to do...what number would you call this Jamie?”
“A five!” She said as her mom helped her move two fingers into and out of her butt
“You should both know that anal sex can tear you, if you don't prepare” Wendy made a last ditch attempt to justify what she was doing just now as instructional.
“Well, for one you'll call it ass sex, or booty sex, not anal sex....here is a gift for dad” Chris said sternly, as he bent down to his mom who was on all fours holding her now well lubed ass cheeks apart waiting for permission to go back up stairs and planted a white candle from the dining room table that he had greased up on the pucker-part of his mom's asshole ring.”
“You can either help me put it in, or I'll jam it in” he said when it didn't give, as he nudged against the other part. Wendy relaxed her ass cheeks a little and he slid it in about three to four inches and taking a kitchen match lit it.
“In the years you and dad have had these candles on the table, we've never had a ceremony or occasion to light them...you need a little romance in your life...crawl upstairs and show him my gift, he'll decide when it comes out.”
Wendy said nothing. Her eyes wide, her asshole gripping a candle, moving slowly, shuffling, rug burn from the carpet to her knees and palms, she sauntered up to the top of the stair well, candle still lit and disappeared into her bedroom. The door didn't close, and Bill was heard to say “HOT DAMN, that is MY SON!!!” very loudly.
Little is known about how hard and strong Wendy got fucked that night, but its safe to say that it was the best sex to death that the Taylors had ever had. Bill so frustrated from years of being a nobody, with a wife too hot for him. His wife who'd learned to be more open and giving about her own sexuality, to stop trying to control and better him, but to accept and love him.
A day of dares, bondage and humiliation, and this time he wasn't the recipient, Bill was a truly happy man, as happy as any man could be with a Wife who was at least for now, willing to live out his fantasy with him.
We could probably bring our little tale to a close right here. You as the reader have just had your modern day version of the cowboy rides off in the sunset with the girl. You've seen things come full circle as Bill and Chris get knocked down, dragged out, and run through the mill in Family Feud I only to be vindicated and get their payback in Family Feud II.
Surely, you as a sadistic reader of porn and stroke stories have read all you need to read to be satisfied by the modern day version of a public flogging for Wendy and Jamie, the way they might hogtie a wife in Old Salem for gossiping and witchery and let people throw tomatoes at them. Whats that you say? No you've not nearly seen and heard enough?
Only been one day for the Taylor women, and already eight chapters in, you've got to know do they stick with their deal? Does Jamie ever go to a “Six” on her radio dial? Okay, I agree. You want to know more. It is after all only around 9pm, and our horny older brother has just been left alone with his helpless and beautiful sister.
“We've both got blonde hair, and blue eyes....but how come I didn't get your good looks?” Chris said to break the silence.
Jamie was still down on the kitchen floor, Crisco on her hand, disbelieving the surreal moment that just happened, like it was a dream.
“What?” she said, obviously wondering about something “Oh...well, you got the brains, Sir” she smiled, and when she did, she also breathed in and out, causing her tits to rise and fall just so.
“No, you are an adorable angel, with straight A's, everyone loves you at school. I am at best a D student...I didn't get born with a pretty face, and everything you have”
“You got born with every chance I've had Chris, we were trying to teach you that last week. We wanted you to slim down, I remember before middle school, you weren't so heavy.. and you are smart, you've got like a 87th level beastman in World of Warlocks...it takes brains to figure out all that stuff”
Chris smiled “Well...it's Master Chris, and it's World of Warcraft. I think you are more like me than you realize, Sis?”
“How is that Sir?”
“You pretend to be dumb sometimes, because people expect that of you...except in your case, you know full well it's World of Warcraft, you just think people expect a cheerleader not to know that.”
“Guilty as charged, Sir” she smiled at him genuinely and he beemed back.
“You know you are making it hard for me to do what I have to do next?”
“Oh what is that Sir?” Jamie asked.
“Tie you up in my bedroom, I am going to suspend you by your arms, and tits, so your tippy toes barely touch the ground, and then tie a little cord between your legs, so that if you start to sag and fall asleep it will ride into your crotch.” He said, almost consoling her.
Well you don't HAVE to do that Sir” Jamie added spryly.
“I've been thinking about it all day, so unless you want to make out in my bed and fuck me, I think that is the only option.”
Smiling “I'll get the rope, shall I crawl on all fours?” Jamie grinned with a giggle.
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