Paul Roan

My sister,my sex slave

CHAPTER ONE

Norma was sure that letting Lily come to live with her was going to be a source of trouble. And, after the thirteen-year-old moved in, Norma found she was jealous of her younger sister's beauty and superb body.

Norma knew she was taking on a very real responsibility in letting Lily stay with her, but she had little choice. They were all alone in the world; two very young and lovely girls who would have to make a new life for themselves. Norma knew that she should be sad and mourn their mother but she could not do it. Their mother had tried to raise her young daughters but she had not been very good at things. There were always drunken boyfriends around, eager to get at the sisters; and when Norma could stand no more, she had run away. Lily had found her through the telephone.

Now Lily was going to live with her, Norma was dismayed, frightened, too. She was too young to have the responsibility of helping a thirteen-year-old bombshell finish growing up.

Norma Walton stood in front of her bathroom mirror on a sunny Saturday morning and looked carefully at the beautiful young reflection that stared back at her. She knew she was exceptionally pretty; she heard that all the time. She was a shapely blonde with a slow, sexy smile and a fabulous body-yet she was utterly useless to any male who might find her attractive.

She was the proverbial ice maiden; lovely, vblrant thing of great beauty and little or no warmth. There were many handsome young men who worked in the same office with her but they pretty much left her alone. Once in a while one of the new ones would give her the rush act and ask her for a date and she would turn him down and that would be that. And she would return to her cute little home night after night and find pleasure in movies on television.

She slipped her old robe off and stood in front of the full length glass on the bathroom door and was suddenly filled with a brand new surge of pride. She turned so that she could examine the contours of breast and bottom and she was so proud of the firm, jutting breasts that bristled with young beauty on her ribcage, the sweetly

sculptured buttocks, the virginal thighs. Her nipples were tiny, tinted a blushing hot pink and the rosettes were small, too. But, she supposed there was reason for that.

Her personnel card at the office said that she was nineteen but she was actually not quite sixteen and she was always glad that her face and figure had made her seem much older. She had done a great deal of planning and scheming when she was still living with her mother and Lily in the cruddy city apartment and she knew that she would have to run away because of the way things began to develop.

Her mother got to a stage where she could not control the men she brought home after she got a few drinks into her. Norma would never forget the night her mother's boyfriend, Leo, had wandered into her bedroom. Remembering, she began to blush and she watched her body turn a deep shade of pink. The mirror was reflecting the image of her too pink person and she wished that she could smile at herself, but she could not.

She turned to face the looking glass and she glanced at the small, almost white tuft of pubic hair and she wished that she had the courage to rid herself of that. So many girls were doing that nowadays. She wondered fleetingly if Lily would have any hair at all there. She knew that Lily would not hesitate to shave hers off if she felt that way about it. Lily was rather forthright about things.

She stopped admiring her beauty in the glass and she got into the shower and began scrubbing her firm, young body with the zeal of an outraged missionary. She hated the venal sense of glory she could always enjoy when she handled her own body, a sense of pride and inner excitement and wondrous splendor. It was almost sexual, she suspected, and the sensations that she could feel whenever she touched herself made her cringe.

She began trying to adjust the shower controls and it annoyed her when she was not able to get a large, forceful stream of water from the showerhead. She suspected that someone in the big house was also taking a shower at the same time.

The guest house had been rented to her by an agent and he had explained that the people who lived in the main house on the big, walled-in estate were in Europe and would be back in a few weeks. They had gotten home a few days ago but she had not yet met any of them, mainly because she was always working. She was not sure she would keep the guest house if she was going to have troubles like a diminished water supply all the time.

Her mind shifted as she rubbed her crotch and pubis with a soapy wash rag and she could remember the one time that she had been touched down there by a stranger and her body began to prickle and tingle with shame, as it always did, whenever she remembered her last night in her mother's apartment:

She was home alone when Leo arrived and he kept looking at her as she moved around the apartment, getting the supper things ready. He was a nice-looking guy, at least ten years younger than her mother and he just couldn't take his eyes off Norma. She was embarrassed and upset by his steady stare and she was so glad when her mother got home from work.

She could tell that her mother had been drinking and she knew there would be a bottle in the big shopping bag her mother had brought home with her. She was sickened by the vulgar display that her mother and Leo put on as they hugged and kissed. They came into the kitchen; her mother was watching Leo as he gazed at Norma, eyeing her intently no matter what she did.

Joyce, her mother, had laughed at him. "Does Mamma's baby boy see something he wants more than Mamma?" she said, almost giggling.

Leo shook his head. "She is so beautiful," he said, softly, unbelievingly. "She is so pretty it is shocking."

"You should see her in a bikini," Joyce said. "You just won't believe it at all."

Leo smiled and he put his hands on Joyce and he kissed her and Norma was shivering and trembling and she was sure that they knew it.

"After supper, if you're a good boy," Joyce said, "I'll have Norma put on her bikini and model it for you. Maybe that will wake up your lazy cock and I'll get some good out of it. But, let's eat first, I'm starving."

Norma knew that she was as red as fire as she sat down at the table with the two of them. Leo just wouldn't stop looking at her and it was making her very nervous.

"Lily is staying over at Olga's," she told Joyce. "She said that you gave her permission."

"Yea, I did," Joyce said. "She asked me this morning and I said all right. Mmm, this is good, dear. You are such a treasure."

She had fixed leftovers and she didn't think that the food was that good. Her mother was just trying to make up to her, she supposed. She looked at Joyce rather closely and she was again amazed, as she always was, to see that her mother had the face and figure of a teenager. Joyce was a very young mother, yet, even with all her drinking and screwing, still was pretty.

They ate in silence; Norma could feel Leo's gaze on her all the time and she was glad when Joyce took him into her bedroom with her and she was alone in the kitchen.

When she finished her work she settled down in front of the television set and she was watching a show when her mother came out of the bedroom, wearing a faded bathrobe. Joyce looked tousled and drunk; her face was a bit puffy, a sure sign she was a long way from being sober. Joyce got herself a fresh drink and she sat on the living room couch. A moment or two later, Leo wandered into the kitchen and settled beside Joyce on the couch with a fresh drink in his hand, too. He was fully dressed but he had the same slack look in his face and he turned to look at Joyce with a questioning stare. She giggled and leaned forward so that she could give him a sloppy kiss on his lips.

"Oh, all right," she said, "you animal, you.

All right."

Joyce took a swallow of her drink and then she lifted her head to look at Norma. "Norma, dear," she said, "I want you to go into your room and put that nice new bikini on and model it so that Leo can see how very lovely you are. Now go do it, dear."

Norma shivered. She shook her head, slowly.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't have that any more. I gave it to a girlfriend of mine. She liked it. I didn't. So, I'm sorry."

Joyce took another sip of her highball and she thought about what Norma had said and then she got a stubborn look on her face.

"All right," she said, slowly. "There is a set of black lingerie in the top drawer of my bureau. A bra and bikini pants. Go into my bedroom and put them on. They will do just as well."

Norma was suddenly in a situation that she could not handle. She was afraid to defy Joyce and afraid to obey her, too. She could see the crazy look in Leo's eyes and she was sure that Joyce would not be able to cope with him if he once got ideas in his head. She burst into tears and she was shaking her head. Joyce got to her feet and she walked over to where Norma was sitting. She cupped Norma's chin and lifted her face so that she could stare down into the soft, blue-green eyes. Joyce shook her head from side to side, then she took her hand away. A second later she smashed her palm against Norma's cheek and the force of the blow knocked Norma out of her chair and sent her sprawling on the living room floor. Joyce moved right over to where she was huddled, weeping, on the floor and she reached down, took Norma's hand and pulled her onto her feet. Then she slapped the other cheek and Norma went flying again.

"You little bitch," Joyce said, furious, almost murderous in a drunken rage, "you obey me when I tell you to do something. Now, stop your sniveling and go do what I told you to do."

She was shaking violently as she ran into her mother's bedroom and she was close to hysteria, but Joyce followed her into the room and sat on the edge of her bed, drink in hand. She glared at Norma, still angry.

"You stop bawling," Joyce said, "or I'll give you something to bawl about, Now you fix your face and put some makeup on and then brush your hair out. Then you put the set on and I'll come in and take a look at you. I really want Leo to see how pretty you are. And, if you disobey me, or give me any more trouble, I will beat you till you can't walk. So, you get on with it."

Joyce went out of the bedroom and Norma was alone, shivering and weeping and she made a masterful effort to stop crying. She was able to do it and when she went into the bathroom she found that her eyes were swollen. She bathed them in cold water, until they were back to normal again. She washed her face and while she was brushing her hair, Joyce wandered into the room, a fresh drink in her hand, a new shade of pink in her face. Joyce was apparently captivated by the spirit of sensuality inherent in what she was forcing her daughter to do.

"Put eye makeup on, dear," she said, "and fix your pretty mouth with lipstick and I will dig out my black pumps for you to wear and we will really give Leo an eyeful."

She began fixing her face and applying eye shadow and liner and then she was ready, finally, to get out of her clothes and try 'the wispy black panty set on. She took the flat white box into the bathroom and when she handled the skimpy garments a sense of utter desolation and despair almost swamped her.

While the transparent pieces were beautiful, they were too small for her and when she began putting them on, she was close to tears again. The panties were really a small triangle of sheer material with a G string that nestled tightly against her skin and left her buttocks completely bare. The bra was also too small: it barely covered the lower side of her breasts. She could see the way they stood out on her ribcage, like twin bullets of unbelievable perfection and great allure. She realized she was admiring her own beauty and that made her face prickle and sting with quick warmth and shame.

When she stepped back and looked at the way the wispy panties fitted she saw that they were as transparent as glass, exposing every line and fold of her most intimate flesh. She might just as well be naked, she thought frantically.

Joyce returned to the bedroom and she was smiling with an air of great happiness. She pushed a frosted highball glass into Norma's thin white fingers and she laughed softly as her eyes gleamed with envious admiration for the young beauty she was seeing.

"I've brought you a drink, dear," Joyce said.

I want you to have it. It will make you feel much better and you won't be so nervous after you have had a drink or two. Now, bottoms up, dear." When Norma hesitated, Joyce glared at her and the anger came back into her face. "Drink it, damn you," Joyce said. "You obey me when I tell you to do something or I will beat the hell out of you. Now, drink it."

She remembered that she had put the glass up to her mouth and then she drank it all right down and she was sorry a moment later, because she actually liked the taste of the drink and Joyce seemed to know that she would enjoy it. She reached for the glass and took it from her.

"You finish with your makeup and then put on my heels and I will come in and check you over. I'll fix you another drink, but take my advice, don't gulp them down. Take it easy."

Joyce went off to the kitchen again and Norma stood straight and splendid in her near nudity and she could feel the drink that she had taken stirring in her being, heightening her perceptions, strengthening her, and when Joyce brought her another drink, she took it and she drank some of it and then she slipped the high heeled shoes on and when she paraded and pirouetted in front of the full length mirror she knew that she was lovely, beautiful beyond description. She drank some more of her highball and she was suddenly brave, bold, almost brazen. She could see the lush beauty of her pert young breasts and the mystical sculpture of her most interesting flesh and when she turned, she could see the luscious splendor of her plump white buttocks.

Joyce was staring at her and she could see that her mother was astonished.

"I had no idea," Joyce said, a bit thickly. "I thought you were just a pretty kid, but you are more than that, you are a very beautiful woman. I don't think I like the kind of competition you represent. Maybe this ain't such a good idea, after all."

"Why not?" Norma said. "You wanted Leo to see how pretty I can look.

Well, let's let him look."

Joyce was uncertain about things; she shook her head.

"I think not," she said. "I don't think that I want Leo's dirty hands on you and he will surely want you if he sees you like this. My God, even I want you, and I never thought that I was a les. You are just so damned pretty. You are pretty enough to eat."

"And I am just the guy to know where to start eating her," Leo said. Norma looked up when she heard his voice and he was standing in the

doorway, looking at her and she could see that he was impressed. He set his glass down on the top of a bureau and then he was walking toward her and she was moving away from him. She finished her drink and set the glass down and when Joyce moved in front of Leo and she began kissing him, Norma was tempted to flee.

"You have such charming ideas," Joyce said to Leo. "I'm sure that what you have in mind wouldn't hurt my baby. It might be rather interesting to watch."

Joyce put her hand down and her fingers outlined a massive organ, fiercely erect in Leo's trousers. Joyce made a soft, pleased sound and she stepped away from Leo. She sat down on the bed and she gulped the rest of her drink. She held the glass out to Leo.

"Make three, dear," she said, coaxingly. "I will talk to my lovely youngster and see how she feels about things."

Handsome Leo went out, grinning. He was back with the three drinks on a tray; he handed one to Norma with hands that were shaking. Hers shook, too, and she wished she could understand why she felt so brave so suddenly.

Leo sat beside Joyce and examined Norma intently. She knew that the tiny bikini hid nothing at all and simply outlined every little crease of her genitalia.

"Walk around, dear," Joyce said. "Let us admire you from every angle."

Norma obeyed; and as she pirouetted and pranced around, she knew that her bottom was absolutely bare and the way Leo was looking at it, it was bewitching. Joyce crooked her finger at her and she went to stand at the edge of the bed, between Leo and her mother.

"Isn't my baby a real stunner? Joyce said. She smiled at Leo and when he nodded, Joyce giggled like a schoolgirl. Leo was licking his lips as he stared at her and Norma wished he would look somewhere else for a change.

He didn't look elsewhere. Instead, he reached out and touched Norma's pubis; when she caved in and tried to back away, Joyce laughed at her shyness. Leo's fingers caught the edge of her bikini and he ripped the small triangle to shreds and she was naked from the bottom of her breasts to the bottom of her feet. She was outraged and in a panic and when she expected Joyce to make some protest or to object, she wasted her time. Leo's fingers began kneading and massaging her supersensitive flesh and each time he pushed his fat finger forward in her deep cleft he slipped his finger far up inside of her and she could feel every little millimeter a(his finger. His thumb massaged and teased her tiny, inexperienced clitoris and when she came in his palm he laughed at her and Joyce hugged him while her mouth kissed his lips and her tongue slipped inside.

"Don't you hurt my pretty little baby," Joyce said, in between the passionate kisses she was plastering all over Leo's mouth. He pushed Joyce away from him and then he got up onto his feet. His hands whisked away the tiny bra and then his fingers were fondling the virginal breasts. Joyce sat and watched him, her eyes filled with a strange expression. On the one hand she was the proud female who had created this fantastic beauty, and she was also a very much disturbed woman who was suddenly jealous of a young girl who had obviously captivated that which she felt belonged to her. "For God's sake, Leo, Joyce cried out, almost hysterically, "don't rape the kid. Don't lose your head over a young cunt."

"Sure," Leo said, amiably. His hands were busy with Norma's breasts and crotch and she was helpless in his powerful grasp. He was hurting her and he didn't seem to care. He put his mouth over one of her nipples and she felt the sharp pain as his teeth cut into the sensitive flesh. She gasped and he began licking her breast and sucking the nipple just like an ambitious baby.

Leo pulled her onto the bed and she began to resist and he was hurting her horribly, squeezing one of her buttocks harshly in his big grip. She cried out and she could hear Joyce moaning and whimpering as Leo settled the bulk of his body down on top of Norma and then his mouth was on hers and he was kissing her and she was whimpering and moaning, too, her body alive with seething protest and anguished outrage.

"Oh, no," Joyce was moaning, "please no, Leo. Don't hurt my baby. Please no."

Leo moved in the bed and then Norma could feel his palms cupping her buttocks and then she felt his tongue sliding into her most intimate opening and she cried out in protest and he thought it was joy. He began flicking his tongue in and out and then his lips were tightly pressed to her flesh and his expert mouth and tongue and mobile lips drove her out of her mind with unimagined ecstasies. She ached with the need to fight him, the raw desire to get away, but the things that he was doing to her robbed her of all strength and she was unable to move, to resist him in any way.

She was writhing and squirming in outraged sensitivity and she knew that the quick gathering and bursting sensations that fled through

her body as ecstasy were orgasms and that she was responding to stimulation in a way that was quite normal, and that surprised her be-' cause she had known for a long time that sexual pleasures and sensual experiences were not for her. She was not built that way.

But, at the moment, her body and her glands did not seem to know that and she was reacting to expert lovemaking as eagerly and wetly as any alley cat. The thought made her weep and she knew that the drinks were affecting her, too, and each time Leo's tongue forced her into coming, the sensation was richer, deeper, a brand new burst of bliss and she hated herself for the ability to enjoy such voluptuous sensations.

She was twisting from side to side, writhing in anguished ecstasy and at one point she opened her eyes and she saw that Joyce had exposed Leo's cock and it was in her mouth and she was moving her mouth up and down on it and then Leo became actually frenzied and she watched as Joyce shook violently and then she was sucking fiercely, her cheeks hollowed with effort and then she was swallowing Leo, as contented as any cat, and Norma realized that she was weeping and sobbing and yelping loudly as the ultimate ecstasy became hers and she drenched Leo's busy tongue with the nectar he had worked ' so hard for. A sense of exhaustion and utter peace came to her and she put her hand down and gently pushed Leo's mouth away. She was just too sensitive down there to be touched.

Joyce was sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette and Leo was beside her. They were both looking at Norma's sex and when she saw that, she moved her legs, closing them. Joyce went out to the kitchen for some fresh drinks and Leo bent over and he kissed her soft mouth. Her lips were wet with her tears but he didn't seem to mind. He put his hand on her breast and he spoke to her as he kissed her sweet young mouth.

"You just wait," he said. "I'll let Joyce get it up for me and then I'm going to fuck you silly, you sweet, pretty thing. I'm going to fuck you every way but east. You are going to enjoy this night like you never enjoyed a night before."

She tried to twist her mouth away from him so that she could beg him not to do anything more to her but he would not let her go. Joyce returned to them with the drinks that she had made and Joyce was in a very romantic mood. She handed Leo his drink and she placed the one she had made for Norma on the night table. Then she gulped some of hers, and set that down, too. She opened her robe and took it off and Norma was shocked by the simple beauty of her mother's firm and well kept body. Joyce climbed onto the bed with them and began opening Leo's shirt and his pants. A moment later he left Norma's supine body long enough to take his clothes off and then he was back again and she could feel the warmth and the wetness of the monstrous organ he had nestled against his belly. Joyce had one of her hands wrapped

around the big thing and she was moving her. hand up and down and making mewing, crooning sounds deep in her throat. Joyce began kissing Leo's organ as he knelt above Norma's body. He was kissing her mouth and her eyes and her brow and her breasts and it was plain that he was very much aroused again.

He lowered his hips and he was trying to ram his stiff cock into her, but Joyce was still holding it and she refused to let go.

"I'm trying to get into her," Leo said, annoyed.

"Now quit fooling around, Joyce, honey. You s'posed to help me."

Joyce seemed to think that she was supposed to help him, too, and a moment later Norma felt the head of his immense organ against the supersensitive flesh of her vagina and she wriggled and squirmed like a frightened animal, trying to avert penetration, trying to find the words that would tell him that she was a virgin and that she didn't want to change that in any way. The words would not come, and then his mouth was glued to hers, his tongue slipped into her mouth and she could feel Joyce's fingers down there playing with his balls and then be made a quick, thrusting movement and.Norma screamed in quick pain and then she passed out while he rutted in her contentedly and her mother played with his drenched sexual parts.

She knew that he had not stopped because when she regained her senses she found that he had filled her virgin well to overflowing and that could only have happened if he kept on to completion.

She was alone on the bed when she woke and she was sore, filled with pain and the fruits of Leo's eager rutting. She moved her legs and they were filled with pain and stiffness. She stood, shaking, weeping, feeling the slippery wetness sliding down on her thighs. She walked on legs that felt like stilts and when she reached the bathroom she sat and wept for a long time while the dregs of an undesired orgy slowly drained from her body.

She found Joyce's vaginal syringe and she used that to cleanse herself and she felt a bit refreshed when she saw that she had stopped bleeding. She took a shower and then she went into the kitchen for a glass of milk.

Leo and her mother were stark naked, asleep on her bed. Norma put the lights out and went back to her mother's bed, her head swirling, her loins aching with a brand new heaviness and pain. She was aware of thinking that it was lucky that Lily had not been home, but then, Lily would have managed to escape somehow. Or maybe she would not have escaped. Norma knew, too, that she would have to leave. If she tried to stay with her mother any more she would become Leo's plaything and Norma couldn't have that. She wouldn't have that. She couldn't imagine why so many people were hung up on the sex kick. There wasn't that much to it, and she didn't enjoy it at all. She knew that Leo had forced her into many orgasms but if there had been moments of ecstasy they were gone forever. All that she could remember was the pain.

She left home the next day.

She got very little sleep that night. There was too much to think about, there was too much pain. She slept fitfully after the beginning of dawn and when she finally woke, Joyce and Leo were gone.