Hurting my sister — really hurting — was not something I wanted to do. Then I recalled the German video and I knew I was lying to myself, I did want to hurt my little sister, see her writhing as I forced my fist deep into her. Catching Sarah’s eye I shook my head. She shot me a look of exasperation, “Do it.” She mouthed. Again I shook my head.
“Ruth do you want your brother right in or have you had enough?” Sarah said at the same time lifting herself.
“I want him right in.”
“If that’s what you want. Hold her Sarah.”I said.
Sarah responded by grinding her crotch into Ruth’s face. I pulled my fingers out until only the tips of my fingers were still in her pussy. With all my weight I punched my fist into her. But her pelvic girdle stubbornly resisted.
Sarah said do it again, as I punched in Sarah relinquished her hold on Ruth’s leg and delivered a smart karate chop type blow to Ruth’s mons. Everything happened simultaneously there was an audible crack as the notch of her pelvis disengaged; my hand was inside Ruth up to my wrist; I heard Ruth’s scream, muffled by Sarah’s pussy gag; Sarah yelped!
As always when she was really excited Sarah, a Madonna like smile of contentment on her face, squirted as she came. Then she was pissing into Ruth’s mouth.
Time to let Ruth join in the fun. I had control of Ruth’s body and it was time to demonstrate the fact. My fingers probed exploring her, her as yet undeveloped uterus, it felt rubbery, as yet it was unopened — another little package to explore. Then I identified the bulge of her bladder, with two fingers I tickled and toyed, soon I was rewarded. Ruth began pissing too, hot pee arcing from her some wetting my arm. I bowed my head to taste her wine.
“Is this good?” Sarah asked lifting herself so Ruth could reply.
Ruth said, “I’m sorry I can’t stop I’m peeing myself.”
“Sweet Pea of course you can’t stop. That’s because James has control of you. Right now he is pressuring your bladder squeezing the piss out of you.”
“I don’t know what is happening I hurt I want to scream and I feel so great!”
“Sweet Pea you are so good,” Sarah said to Ruth as she dismounted. ” Although you did bite my pussy. Look James, see the teeth marks I am damaged.” Guided by Sarah, Ruth brought her legs over so her ankles were beside her ears. Holding her head she kissed Ruth, “Look up in the mirror Sweet Pea you can see yourself.”
Ruth was helpless, pinned to the mattress by my fist she looked like a pinned insect in a collection.
“Oh my god Jay you really are right in me.”
I moved my arm, “right in you! You wanted fisted you are being fisted. How do you feel?”
“Hurting like hell. And cumming non-stop — every pulse of pain is another orgasm.”
“Hurting like me,” Sarah said, she opened her legs, “look at my pussy.” Sure enough along her labia were teeth marks — darkening from red to a deep angry purple.
“Looks sore,” I agreed.
“It is sore.”
“Sorry,” Ruth said.
“She nearly circumcises me and all she say is sorry! For your information Sweet Pea, female circumcision is illegal. But female cummission is fantastic!” Sarah replied with added stress on the first syllable of her invented word.