Chapter Thirteen

"One…two," Mitch counted with Roe, inserting the coloured resin balls all into Twister's dripping heat. She whimpered and wailed. Fuck, the sounds coming out of her. She was so defeated, but Roe was right. I owed it to him, even if it did sound like he was talking to her.

The glossy, wet sound of the balls slowly disappeared through her. Mitch was being so gentle with her. She was so swollen, I couldn't even see her piercing anymore.

"Three. Push it over, make more room," Roe said. Another ball. She was struggling to take it. My jaw tensed. All I wanted was to tell her that she was being such a good girl. She was begging for some kind of praise.

"Four."

"Ah! Fuck," she cried out again, the last ball not going all the way in.

Mitch held it in place as Roe took to her mouth with his needy cock, silencing her. He held his hand in a grip around her sweaty tangled hair and pumped into her throat, like she owed him an apology, groaning and hissing through his lips. Am I missing something? What is his fascination with her to make him act like this?

I slowed my strokes around my cock to a bare minimum without stopping completely. I needed to calm the fuck down and enjoy the process. But, God, I couldn't fucking wait to blow the load from my balls that was just itching to come out.

"I want you to fuck her ass, nice and slow. Feel the pressure around your cock. When you're ready to cum, I want you to put pressure on the last ball, pushing toward her belly. Got it?" Roe demanded. What about me? Fuck. How did I go from being the leader to the bottom of the pecking order?

Twister winced and yelped in both pleasure and pain as Mitch rolled his tongue over her ass. He spat into his hand and rubbed himself, repeating the process until he was covered in saliva. She took him as he pushed in, every hole suddenly penetrated with immense pressure. I could hear the porcelain balls tapping against each other internally, the groans from Mitch and Roe as they fucked her. Good girl, sis. That's my good fucking girl.

My cock was vibrating under the grip of my hand, pulsating and dripping with need. It took everything in my body not to scream the praises out to her, but this was her punishment.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Mitch screeched as he pressed against the last ball in Twister's pussy. Muffled screams begged to escape her lips, but Roe's cock was jammed straight into the very back of her throat. God, me too. Mitch filled her ass with his pearly white seed as Roe groaned and pounded into her mouth. Webs of his cum dripped from her mouth as he left her.

"Swallow," he commanded. She did, with a cough of defeat. I panted, each breath working hard to feed my brain with oxygen as I tugged myself faster. Ecstasy swam through my head in waves and my balls tightened. I let out a rough groan and heat pooled over my hand before dripping to the carpet.

The heavenly sensation that left my cock eventually subsided, and I could regain my focus. My sister was still on the table panting, crying and quivering. She was going to be sore for a week—no, a month. Mitch put himself away, his cheeks flushed and very well spent. He looked all kinds of fucked up. And still fucking terrified. I didn't blame him. The night had been… there wasn't even a word for the shit that had gone down that whole fucking day.

Roe wiped his leftovers on the table, then pulled a beer from the bar. He threw back the entire bottle as he staggered away, leaving his sweaty notes behind as he disappeared down the hallway. Guilt started to sit on me heavily. Twister needed the release so badly. But, then and there, I would let her suffer. I followed Roe, leaving my sister to her plaything. I needed to grow a pair of balls and be stronger. She might just have learnt her lesson that way. There was no way in hell I could have taught her that lesson. I gave in to her too easily. I am terribly pussy whipped, so what.I always have been.

That damn fucking pussy. Heaven.