18. Daddy's Red Room

by Skye Darrel

  Edward strokes his cock at my face. I taste his salty cum on the tip of my tongue, and as I close my mouth to swallow, he snarls.

  “Keep your mouth open, sister.” His voice is harsh. “If you want to be in the Red Room you’d better follow my every command like you did with Dad. Kneel perfectly still and take what I give you.”

  I nod, my heart pounding. I ball my hands on my lap as salvia dribbles down my chin. My brother keeps stroking his cock. Then he pushes it in against the roof my mouth. I breathe in his musk and my pussy pulses. I open my thighs and slip a hand below.

  I feel his cock twitch at the sight of me touching myself. I know he’s close.

  “Keep rubbing your pussy,” Edward says. “Just like that.”

  My brother shudders, heaving a thrust, and his cock shoots out a hot burst against my throat. I gurgle for a second as he pulls out. Then I gulp without being told.

  He glares at me in disbelief.

  I wipe another drop of cum from the corner of my mouth and keep rubbing my pussy.

  Edward squats and kisses me. He pulls my hand away and replaces it with his own, parting my sticky lips and tracing my clit with his thumb.

  “Where’d you learn how to do that?” he growls.

  “Swallow?” I roll my eyes. “It felt natural.”

  He squeezes my breasts roughly. “Did you break our pact? Did you let a cock in you?”

  “You were there when Daddy took me. You know I’m a virgin. Was.”

  “I was talking about your mouth. And your other hole.”

  I suck in a breath. “What other hole?”

  “You’re not that naïve, sister. You know what I’m talking about. And even if you don’t, you’re about to find out. Let’s go.”

  ◆◆◆

  The Red Room has walls in red wallpaper, but the floor is white marble. Whips and chains hang on the walls. A big bed sits in the middle. And there’s an ordinary-looking bench along the corner. Two shackles hang from the ceiling. The whole place smells of vanilla and lavender. Wood and leather. It’s a dungeon, a reflection of my brother’s heart.

  Edward closes the door behind him. We’re both naked.

  “Dad wants to spank you,” he says.

  “What?”

  “He’s going to spank you with his hand if you misbehave from now on.” Edward goes to the wall of whips and runs his hand over them. His cock bobs with each step. The muscles sheathing his body ripple. He glares at me. “I’ll give you a taste.”

  My brother picks out a whip that looks like a riding crop, the stalk long and slender, ending in a looped piece of leather. He walks over and squeezes my ass.

  In silence, he locks my wrists into the overhead shackles.

  “How many girls have you tied up like this?”

  “Four. They meant nothing to me.”

  “That’s even worse.”

  Edward stands behind me, breathing on my back, sliding that crop up between my thighs. Up to my shoulders. “I told you. I was weak. I was sick. I was looking for relief. But nothing could cure me. Except you.”

  “How sweet.”

  “Are you teasing me, little sister?”

  I feel the leather tip of his riding crop glide down my spine to the slope of my ass. Lower between my cheeks. Rubbing under my wet folds, coaxing more wetness out of me.

  “I’m not teasing. I’m . . . oh.”

  “Let me show you how sick I am.”

  The first lash makes me yelp. The crop cuts a line of heat over my buttocks. It stings. I whimper. My body can’t decide if its pain or bliss. Edward swats the whip back and forth, hard enough now to jiggle my cheeks. I choke out a gasp.

  My brother walks in front of me, and a sheen of sweat covers his muscles. His cock looks painfully swollen, the vein that corkscrews along the side is engorged. “Your ass is glowing, sis. You’ve had enough.”

  “I can take more,” I mutter. “That—That was nothing.”

  He tosses the whip and strokes his cock. He releases me from the shackles.

  I hide my relief.

  “I want to fuck your ass,” my brother says, massaging the tender skin of my rear. “I want to taste your pussy.”

  He tosses me on the big bed at the center of the room, and I wince as my bottom hits the sheets. Edward climbs on and holds my thighs apart.

  “Has any other man tasted your pussy?”

  “No,” I whisper.

  “Never?”

  “No! I’m not sick like you. I didn’t need—relief.”

  The hurt in my brother’s face startles me. Then he snarls and lands a smack right on my pussy.

  “Good. Dad was dying to get inside your cunt but he didn’t taste you either. I watched everything he did to you, sis. He didn’t lick your cunt. So this will be your first time, and I want you to enjoy it.”

  My pussy, still raw from Daddy’s cock, throbs harder. “H-How do you know how to lick there?”

  “I don’t. I don’t need to. I’m going to eat you the fuck out and make you cum before I put my cock in your asshole.”

  Edward buries his mouth at my entrance, dragging his tongue up my slit, making me shudder. He attacks my clit with ravenous flicks, swirling over my bud. He seals his mouth around my pussy and fucks me with his tongue. My brother was right. He slurps out my juices like a man dying of hunger.

  Heat licks through my belly, and for an instant I forget the stinging touch of his whip.

  As I’m about to cum, he leans back and guides his cock forward, and he coats himself in my juices. He lifts my hips so he can see my puckered hole. With hands on my ass cheeks, my brother pulls me open and nestles the head of his cock into my rear.

  “Wait!”

  “I’m taking your ass, sis. You wanted to see how fucked I am? You’re going to. You’re not getting out of this. You belong to both Dad and me.” He takes a deep breath. “I need you.”

  “Put your hand on my clit,” I say. “I want to cum too.”

  “We’ll cum together,” he growls. “Brother and sister.”

  His thumb skims over the peak of my clit, and my hips jerk up. I relax a little. I feel my rear opening wider to take in the head of his cock. Edward rubs my nub back and forth, circling it, pinching gently. He pushes his cock through my tight ring, and my warm passage grips him.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he grits out. “Tighter than your pussy. I bet Dad will want your ass too.”

  “Oh god.”

  “He wants to mark you like I do, sis. Make sure everyone knows not to touch what’s ours.”

  Edward pumps his cock slowly, and as I loosen, he picks up his pace, thrusting in and out of my ass in long strokes. Then he pushes his whole cock into my ass.

  I scream out my orgasm, my asshole pulsing around his shaft. Wetness leaks out of my pussy in a warm trickle.

  “Goddamn,” Edward growls. “You’re coming all over my cock, sis. Your pussy is so fucking wet.”

  He gives my folds a sharp slap and rolls his fingers in my cream and licks them clean. My passage squeezes his cock in reflex, and it sends him over the edge. He shoots his cum deep in my ass, coating my walls with wet heat.

  Edward wipes the damp hair out of my eyes. “I love you, sis.”

  A laugh chokes out of me.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You saying that with your dick in my butt.” Silence. I look up to see his eyes smoldering, and I feel his hand trembling over my pussy. “Edward?”

  “You’ll cum for me again. The proper way.”

  Before I can say another word, he flips me on my tummy.

  He smacks my ass back and forth making me cry out. Getting off the bed, he whispers in my ear, “Don’t move.”

  My eyes follow him as he digs out a cord of rope from a cabinet in the wall. He ties my hands in front of me and pulls my ass up.

  “I’m going to fuck your pussy now.” He grabs a handful of my hair and bites my earlobe. “You’ll cum for me like you did for Dad.”


  I moan, his crazed lust rekindling the fire in my belly.

  Edward pins me down from behind and slams into my entrance, his balls slapping on my clit. With his hand in my hair, he thrusts deep and hard. Each impact slaps against my flesh. “I was wrong,” he grunts, “your pussy is tighter.”

  I feel my walls clenching. I swell with heat as I cum on my brother’s hard cock. Edward throws his weight into me, tensing, and he pumps me with hot cum that seeps out of my sopping hole. He keeps thrusting through my cries and moans, his cock never softening.

  My climax surges again. I feel another burst of heat deep in my pussy as my whole body shakes. The pleasure between my thighs shoots up my spine, sweeping through me in a hot wave that makes me thrash.

  I pass out.

  “Wake up, sis.”

  I think I’m floating. Then I feel his arms under me.

  “You okay?”

  I nod. “That was amazing.”

  Edward carries me back to his room and sets me on the bed. “You’ve been in the Red Room.”

  I grimace when he sets me down. I feel sore all over. “Yes.”

  “It’s your room now, sister.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I think you know,” he says softly. “Do you like it?”

  I slump my head back. “I do.”

  ◆◆◆

  “Who told you to wear that, Princess?”

  My heart is in my mouth. Other than the nipple clamps on my breasts, I’m wearing nothing. “Edward.”

  Daddy throws a disapproving glance at my brother, but he says nothing. My two handsome men are both shirtless, muscles bared. It’s been a week since Daddy took my virginity, and my brother took everything else.

  Both of them have fucked me in this room. Daddy likes it when I wear red lingerie and a sheer lace nightie that’s see-through. He likes it when I dress up as his naughty princess. My brother has other ideas. Leather, chains, and metal. Gags and cuffs. Clamps and blindfolds.

  This is the first time we’re in the Red Room together. My room. Where I’m punished and trained and loved. Where I cum the hardest. Where I belong.

  During the day, my men try to act normal. I don’t make it easy for them, swaying my hips or licking my lips. I love how tense I make them, the way their jaws flex. When the sun goes down, they show me how much they need me.

  “She’s your sister,” Daddy says. “I don’t want her tits clamped up.”

  “Heather likes it,” Edward says. His eyes blaze at me. “Don’t you?”

  The clamps don’t hurt. They bite my nipples just hard enough to remind me of what lies ahead. “Yes.”

  Daddy strokes his hard cock. He circles me while my brother sits on the bed, brooding and dark. Daddy stops behind me and slaps my ass.

  “Time to warm up your little pussy, baby girl. Go to the bench.”

  I’m already soaked, eager for my men, but they make me wait. They want to see me ride a line of dildos lined up on the bench. The dildo on the right end is the smallest, and the one on the left is nearly the size of Daddy’s cock. I have to coat each one with my juices before I can move on to the next.

  This is their punishment for teasing them so hard today.

  Daddy was on the phone with some advisor about his city council election. Well, being the naughty little girl I am, I perched up on the table while he was talking and pouted at him while I lifted my skirt and rubbed my bare pussy. Daddy said I can’t wear panties at home, so I didn’t. He lasted about ten minutes before he took his cock out and jerked off until he came. He had to finish the call outside.

  Then my brother came home from class, and he tried to control himself as he finished a report on his laptop. I leaned over his shoulder and played with his hard cock. Edward lasted half an hour before he pinned me against the wall and kissed me hard. He tore my clothes off and clamped my breasts.

  So here we are.

  I walk to the bench and size up the dildos again. Seven of them.

  Daddy rubs my shoulders, his hard cock between my cheeks. “Go ahead, Princess. After you get them nice and wet, you’re going to cum on our cocks.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “That should teach you a lesson about misbehaving.”

  I stifle a smile and straddle the bench.

  Daddy and my brother watch as I sink down on the smallest dildo. Only a few inches and less than one across. I manage it easily, my eyes on their real cocks, and soon I pop off leaving the toy glistening with my desire.

  Even Daddy is surprised by how wet I am. “What a needy little pussy.”

  I blush and move on to the next dildo, this one not much longer, but a lot thicker. I struggle a bit, letting my walls stretch. I hold my knees when I sink to the bottom.

  Daddy and Edward watch my every move with hands on their cocks.

  “Good girl,” Daddy says. “Go on now. We’re waiting for you. Make sure you grease up every one of those dicks. And don’t you cum either.”

  I moan as I rise and move on to the next dildo.

  By the time I straddle the last toy, I’m buzzing and moaning. The final dildo is long and thick, with tiny bumps along the side.

  “Last one,” Daddy growls.

  My brother nods with encouragement. He licks his lip.

  I toss my head back and slide down slowly, shivering at the sensation of those tiny bumps rubbing on my walls, at the sight of my men’s erect cocks thick with veins. In a way, I’m still teasing them, and they realize that now. It’s harder for them to wait. They can barely control themselves.

  I reach the bottom, the dildo fully inside me. I shake my breasts so the chain between the clamps clinks.

  Daddy’s eyes bulge. A thick strand of cum leaks out of his cock to puddle on the marble floor. “Hurry up, Princess.”

  I rise slowly, in obedient silence, and slide off the last dildo.

  They rush over. My brother reaches me first and holds me against the wall, his hand already between my thighs, whirling furiously, his breaths hot and heavy on my neck. I look over his shoulder to see Daddy pick up the last dildo and lick my juices off.

  “I swear to god, baby girl, the wetter your pussy gets the sweeter it tastes.”

  Daddy moves down the row and tastes every dildo while Edward curls two fingers into me. My brother drums against my spot.

  “Time for the real thing, sis.”

  Edward takes me to the bed and lies down.

  Daddy stands at my back, squeezing my ass. “I’m going to fuck your pussy, Princess. Get on your brother’s cock now. You know which hole to use.”

  I lower myself on Edward’s hips, and he coats his cock in my wetness like our first time. Holding my buttocks, he guides me to his thick tip. My brother’s cock is slightly smaller than Daddy’s, but the tip is thicker. I always struggle to get it inside me.

  “Come on, sis. Get on.”

  I sit my ass on his cock and sink to the base, every inch of him throbbing inside my rear passage.

  Daddy climbs between my thighs and rubs my folds. “Good girl. Such a wet little pussy.”

  I moan, already writhing.

  Daddy slams his cock into me. I’m pressed between my two men, crying out, moaning with pleasure. My toes curl into the sheets as their cocks slide in and out of my holes. The room fills with the squelching sounds of sex, of their shafts pumping in my body.

  “Cum for us, baby. You made our dicks hard all day long and now you’re going to work us off. Cum, Princess.”

  I scream as my orgasm rips through me from head to toe. Moaning and shuddering, I clench every muscle.

  Daddy roars out his release seconds later, shooting ropes of cum deep in my pussy. My brother keeps thrusting through my aching asshole as Daddy pulls out.

  I feel Edward tense. I feel his cock jerk between my buttocks. More cum douses my rear passage, and he reaches up and grabs my breasts at the height of his climax.

  “I want her ass next,” Daddy growls, stroking himself.

  T
hey change places and the night goes on.

  They take turns pounding my holes. Sometimes alone, sometimes together. One would cradle my head and stroke my hair, soothing me with gentle kisses as the other thrusts deep into my pussy or ass. They fuck me in every position, spread out, on my knees, on all fours with my face in the sheets. I moan and orgasm again and again, drenched in sweat and cum.

  Some time later, Daddy puts me over his lap and spanks me for being such a naughty girl today, his palm heating my rear with hard smacks. Then he passes me to my brother, who makes me cum with his tongue on my clit.

  After a long time, when we are all exhausted, I slump down between them in the big bed. Edward catches his breath, his cock the last to leave my pussy.

  “Baby girl,” Daddy says. “Eddy told me he taught you how to suck cock.”

  I smile dreamily. “He didn’t teach me, Daddy. He put his penis in my mouth.”

  “Show Daddy what you can do.” He slaps my ass. “Go ahead, Princess.”

  I scoot down between Daddy’s thighs and stroke his spongy shaft. After coming so many times, Daddy needs some work to get him hard again. Not much.

  Edward glares while I twist my small hands around Daddy’s cock.

  “Use your mouth,” Daddy growls.

  I wrap my lips around Daddy, flicking my eyes to Edward now and then. He gets hard too. I put one hand on my brother’s cock with Daddy’s deep down my throat. Daddy slides his leg between my thighs, and I rub my clit against him.

  The three of us cum together. The best orgasm I’ve ever had.

  I plop down between them with the taste of Daddy’s seed in my mouth and the heat of my brother’s sticky cum on my hand. They put their arms around me, and finally we rest.

  ◆◆◆

  “Is that you, Princess?”

  Daddy sounds tired. I tiptoe through his bedroom, careful not to knock over the pot of flowers near the door. I did that the first time I sneaked in here. By now though, I know where everything is.

  “It’s me, Daddy.”

  Climbing up his bed, I feel the head of his hard cock brush my arm.

  Daddy turns on the lamp, and I shirk away and cover my bare breasts. I’m still getting used to the changes in my body. Shy about it. The growing bump in my belly, the swollen sensation in my breasts. They’re getting bigger too. Everything is. The worst part is I’m horny all the time. I can’t get enough of my men’s hard cocks.