Chapter Eleven

I knew for certain it wasn't going to take long before a pool of jizz soaked through my jeans. Mitch was already covered in his own precum and Twister was tied up, lying in a fucking ocean. Her gorgeous fucking pink glossy pussy was beaming on every fucking TV screen inside and outside. This is turning me on too much.

I had no idea where Roe was going with it, and the excitement had my cock throbbing. And adding the kid into the middle of it just made it more electric. If I could manage to hold out from taking over, that is.

"But he hasn't given me permission? Only you have, and that's not the rules," the kid muttered to Roe under a fallen breath, tremoring with the stick in his hand. If I was in command, he wouldn't be shaking like that.

"That's right," I added.

"So who am I supposed to obey? Because if I go one way, I'm a dead man, but if I go the other, I'll be even deader."

"Well, hey, I don't mind killing you if you say no to either of us. Why don't you just stop fucking talking and follow our rules, eh?" An untamable demeanour charged over Roe's face. Jail fucked him up big time, so I couldn't be certain whether he would hurt the kid or not. There was already another dead body on my lawn. I wasn't overly keen on the idea of another to clean up. Besides, the kid was supposed to be keeping my sister entertained. Yeah, because that plan is going so well.

"Fine," Mitch muttered. Roe sat on the edge on the couch, gesturing his hand out toward Twister.

"But…remember, she can't cum. That's her punishment for being a fucking bitch. If you do make her cum, then I'll fuck you. Don't tempt me, I've been in jail. I know how tight a virgin man's asshole is."

I leant against the bar and watched Mitch as he lowered the pool stick down her tight little body, listening to her moan and squirm as he trailed further down. The angle of the camera was prime, zoomed in enough so that you could see every clench. My cock throbbed for what was mine, but I eagerly waited for Roe's plan to unfold.

It took a moment for Mitch to find his place, but he eventually pulled his head into the right mind space to focus. Good boy. Make that pussy throb and swell for us. I was begging to praise him.

Twister was barely holding it together, and so was I. She was digging her sharp claws, painted the same colour as her car, straight into the fabric of the pool table. Mitch tormentingly drew the cue everywhere over her body but the area she wanted it.

He took the liberty of drawing the stick to the rough fabric of the table. He rubbed it aggressively before planting it back onto her skin again. The three of us sharply drew in a breath in unison at the sounds that Twister was making as the burning touch seared over her skin. Mitch's tactic was leaving behind a slight hue of pink wherever the cue trailed, marking her. Friction.

I wasn't certain exactly how much time had passed. Watching my sister arch her back, squirm against her restraints, moan and pant to be touched the way she was begging for seemed to have a funny effect on time. So I had no fucking clue how long it had been, but it was long enough for her to be covered in sweat, almost in tears.

"Yeah. Atta boy. Look at her, she's fuckin" wrecked. Now, ask the slut to beg for you to let her release."

The kid nodded at Roe, then looked straight into her eyes. He cleared his throat and swallowed. At first the words didn't come out when he opened his mouth. "Beg me to let you cum." He said it like a question, not an order. He has much to learn. Twister's lips separated to speak, but Roe cut her off.

"No. Again. And hold your head up."

Mitch turned to look at me—for approval, I suppose. As much as I wanted to give it to him, I was a man of my honour. Roe was the boss tonight.

I kept my glare on Mitch cold, leaving him nothing but his own thoughts. He turned back to Roe, then Twister, adjusting his very swollen bulge under his clothes.

"Beg me to let you cum," he repeated, much stronger than the last. That"s my boy.

"Please. Please," Twister pleaded through chattering teeth. She was trembling with a need for release. Mitch made a funny little noise, like a whimper. No doubt, he was only moments away from blowing his load. Hold it in just that little bit more, pretty boy. I wanted—no, needed—to see him fucking her again. If Roe would allow it.

"Nope. Not today, bitch," Roe declared, finishing the snark with a sinister laugh. Fuck. He really had it in for my sister. He was never going to let her cum, only giving her the impression that she could earn it, then letting her down. The sigh of rejection that rolled off Twister's tongue only boiled my blood. I hated hearing her that way, defeated and denied.

I took a breath to regain focus, tuning into the scene around me. One guy on the couch had cum all over his stomach, watching Twister on the screen, while the other guy was still going at it. I assumed the rest had left. I hadn't the ability to even bother looking outside.

Roe grabbed the stick off Mitch and put it to his mouth. "Spit," he ordered, and Mitch dropped a bubbly sample of saliva onto the tip of the wooden rod. Roe then lowered it straight onto Twister's clit.

"Mmm—aah," she cried out to the sudden punch of pleasure, but Roe took it away immediately, putting a halt to the climax that had been lingering, denied time and time again.

"Again," he growled, with the stick to Mitch's mouth again, his tone a little weaker thanbefore. How long is Roe going to last before he gives in and fucks her until she either throws up or blacks out? Mitch spat onto the stick again and Twister cried louder in its presence, but was still left empty and panting.

Roe repeated this eleven more fucking times, causing the lump that was lodged in my throat to swell, and my fists to tighten with more angst. Sweat continued to pour from her skin, and her entire body trembled with desperation. Twister was left unable to mutter the word "please" anymore.

It took everything in my body not to swing my fist at Roe, fucking her there and now to relieve her, and me. But I didn't.

"What do you want, slut? Tell us. Use your fucking words."

She stirred and panted as a reply to him, then the stick came plummeting with great force against her stomach and tit. Right over the line of hickies. She cried out, and in one swift movement he rolled her onto her front, then yanked her down the table by her ankles. Twister's shoulders strained against the restraint, and Roe took the cue to her skin again, harder. An astronomical brand of elevated pink and bruised red surfaced her skin. She lifted her ass up for more, heaving whimpers of need. Her pussy pulsated like she was signalling morse code to my cock, and the clear liquid of heat dripped from her like a fucking tap.

"Have you learnt your lesson?" he asked as he snapped the cue clean in half over his knee.

"Mhm," Twister moaned in defeat.

"That's what I thought."

He dragged the sharp end of the stick along the mark it had left on her skin. She winced, but there was an abundance of pleasure under those sweet lips. Faint white lines followed the stick down to her ankles, where he discarded the last piece of the snapped cue onto the floor.

Without hesitation, in one swift movement, Roe got onto the table and pumped his rock solid cock straight into her. She gagged as he impaled her. Fuck, I am going to cum in my jeans. He thrust into her without mercy until her climax surfaced again, and then he pulled himself out, leaving her empty once more. He smacked her on the ass and laughed, then leapt off the table. How he didn't nut there and then was anyone's guess.

"God fucking hell," I groaned, looking at her with her ass up in the air, her face flat on its side, swollen and ready. She was taking it so well, accepting her punishment. My fucking good girl.

"Your turn," Roe nodded his head to the kid, staring straight at the bulge that was hard pressed against his pants, leaking and throbbing. His face turned whitewash again. I wanted to see him fuck her again and by the look on his face, there was no fucking way he was going to do it.

"But—" Mitch protested.

"Now!" Roe shouted. I flinched slightly. He meant business. Shit, am I scared of him, too? It was hot. Mitch was quick to jump up onto the table, getting to his knees and placing himself at her entrance. Her breath shattered as he hovered there, waiting for the next que, or his death—whichever came first. Despite all that, the kid's dick was still as solid as ever, gambling with his life. Or so he thought. I wouldn't actually kill him. I don't think.

"No! I'm fucking playing your games, man. This is too much, I was cool about it at first, but come on," Mitch screeched, pulling away and tugging his pants up. My eye twitched involuntarily. I didn't like disobedience, especially when it came to my sister. But I wasn't the one in command. I clenched my fist and held my tongue, my piercing clinging to the roof of my mouth. I rolled it around to distract myself to my best ability. Trust Roe's judgement. He"s in charge tonight. Let him have his way. You owe him that, at least.

But alas, I could not.

"You don't want to fuck my sister?" I spoke through grit teeth, pulling back the anger inside me.

"No!" he bit back in a cold tone. Such lies. Twister's soft little whimper of rejection stung me as it howled into my ear again, ten times worse than the last. I couldn't hold back anymore. I was convinced I was put on this earth to protect her. My possession.

I was her protector.

I was all she had.

I took her under my wing to keep her safe in life. She'd been denied her whole fucking life. Be fucking damned if I was going to let her be rejected by anything or anyone ever again.

Fuck Roe. I'm the fucking King.

I don't know how, but I managed to move from where I was standing, suddenly having my hand clamped in a bundle of Mitch's shirt and his face in mine.

"Fuck. Her," I spat at the kid. My skin was on fucking fire. Watching him chew on his words made my balls taut.

"No!" he squeaked. The shine of a tear formed under his eyelid. Those puppy dog eyes conveyed total confusion.

I laughed insincerely and rolled my neck in frustration. I took a step back for a breath before I did something I would regret, but did not release him from my grip. No one says no to that pussy. No one says no to me. I locked onto his pale hazel eyes, and softened mine.

"Do you think I'm going to kill you?"

He clenched his jaw. "Y-n-yes," he muttered.

"I see. But, you want to please me right?"

"Yes," Mitch sighed after a pause.

"And you want to please her?"

"I do." He softened like butter. Because he knew I wouldn't kill him. Twister liked him too much. Shit, I liked him too much. I knew he wanted to please me. He wanted to prove his loyalty to her and I. Roe just got a little too far under his skin. I had to give the kid credit; he'd done a fucking brilliant job so far.

"Good, then please me. Please me by letting her pussy milk that pretty cock of yours."

Twister reacted with a breathy moan, her pussy pulsating to my very words. I leaned forward, tugging his pants down and freeing his cock. Without thinking, I wrapped my palm around it, letting the heat of his hard-working veins sear my skin. I froze for a split second, having never had another man's length in my hand before, but in the heat of the moment, I kept going. I peeled his foreskin slowly over the head and collected his precum under the skin before pulling back down again. He groaned, tremoring slightly under my hand. I directed his wet tip at my sister's swollen hole. "She's all yours. Claim her."

He sharply drew in a breath through his teeth in what I could only note as ecstasy as he pushed himself in. A tight fit, the skin at her entrance taut and pale.

"Good boy. I need to see her tight little pussy clench around all of you. Can you do that for me? And then you can release." I breathed.

He nodded mindlessly. The boy was speechless. Twister leant back against him as he filled her. He glided in and out of her, leaving a sheen coating over his cock every time he pulled out, right to the tip.

The sounds of my sister's enjoyment thrilled me to the point that I had no choice but to palm my cock and stroke slowly down my shaft, my thumb sliding over the wet tip like I had with Mitch's. I let out a sigh of relief as I tugged back a layer of tension.

I had no fucking control.

I could not go a fucking second more without fucking myself while watching my sister get railed.