Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Amy lay in her bed that night but it was impossible to sleep. She was afraid Karen would show up and yet she was sure Karen would be there soon anyway. The teenager just wasn't certain when that would be. Amy was still in shock over the day's events. How could this have happened? Apparently her stupid brother had invited Karen to the house and she'd found something that could be used for blackmail against Barry or their mother or both. Amy could figure Barry getting in trouble like that but not her mom. Her mother was pretty straight arrow. Well, something had happened and now Amy was stuck in the middle of it too.
Amy hadn't really done anything against Karen at school except maybe snub her. There was a definite caste system at school and Karen had been placed with the geeks which were at or near the bottom. Amy wasn't at the top of the social ladder but close. One just didn't socialize with others below their caste without the risk of being stigmatized. Barry was the classless type who seemed to get along with everyone. He would have been labeled a geek when he was going there except everybody liked him. Now things had blown up in everyone's faces and Amy was one of the casualties. Amy's thoughts were interrupted by a sound at the door and she began to tremble with fear.
"Wake up, my pretty. It's play time." Karen crawled under the covers beside Amy and immediately embraced her. "Kiss kiss," she said. Amy's lips sought Karen's without hesitation. Her nipple was still sore from when Karen pinched it and she didn't want to get hurt again for disobedience. She wore a short night gown to bed but that provided no protection against Karen's advances. Amy tolerated Karen's groping until she reached between her thighs and Amy protested for the first time.
"Please don't," Amy pleaded.
"Take off your panties and spread your legs, darling. If I have to force you I'll yank out your cunt hairs one by one." Karen decided she wasn't going to let Amy play coy any longer. She wanted a puppet who would perform on command and that included performing in front of an audience. Karen would like nothing better than to see Amy abasing herself in front of her own mother. That would teach Lucy a lesson also for her rebellion. If the mother didn't obey the daughter would suffer.
The teenage tormentor smiled with satisfaction as Amy slid off her panties her legs and dropped them on the floor. She slid her hand between her victim's thighs and was delighted to find telltale moisture escaping from her cunt. The fat bitch was getting turned on. "You're hurting me," Amy complained as Karen shoved a couple of fingers into the girl's cunt.
"I'm just checking to see if you're still a virgin. Who took your cherry?"
"Does it matter? Ow! Don't! I'll tell you!" Karen had just pinched her other nipple and now both of them were sore.
"Then tell me but first I'm going to warn you that I'm tired of having to repeat myself when I give you an order or ask you a question. I want instant obedience to my orders and truthful answers to my questions. If I find out you've been lying to me about anything you'll be very sorry. Do we understand each other?"
"Yes!"
"Fine, now who took your cherry?"
"Nick McCormick."
"Nick McCormick? Isn't he the second string quarterback? That figures. When?"
"It was after the prom. He took me to the prom."
"So, you spread your legs and let him fuck you because he took you to the prom, huh?"
"It wasn't like that. I liked him a lot. I still like him. We might go steady this fall."
Karen laughed. "It might interest you to know that he's going steady with your friend Megan."
"Oh, well," said Amy as if she didn't care. Inside she was seething. Megan knew she liked Nick. The bitch should have left him alone.
"It looks like I'm going to have to get you another boyfriend, someone on the varsity perhaps? How about Tyrone Washington? He's the star running back and I hear there are a dozen major universities that want to recruit him."
"Uh, I don't think so. He's not my type," said Amy.
"Why not," Karen demanded. "Because he's black?
"It's not that," Amy protested.
"I think it is. Did you know that Tyrone hates racist white girls? He likes to catch them alone and rape their lily white asses with his foot long prick. I think I'll tell him that you think he's not good enough for you because of his skin color. Would you like that?"
"He wouldn't believe you," Amy declared. She hoped she was right.
"I guess you're right," Karen conceded. "He'd probably ask you out on a date just to make sure I was telling the truth. Of course, when you refused to go out with him, he might decide you are a racist and then you're screwed. If you did go out with him he might decide you're a racist if you didn't put out for him and then you're screwed. You're screwed whatever you decide."
"Please don't say anything to him," Amy begged. The teenager never thought of herself as a racist but the truth was that she was always nervous around black people.
"I'll have to think about that. I won't say anything for now. Has there been anyone else fucking you since Nick?"
"No," Amy whined. She sure wished the bitch would get off the subject.
"What about Barry?"
"What about him?"
"Have you thought about fucking Barry?"
"No, of course not! He's my brother."
"So what? Incest occurs in the nicest of families, even yours."
"Not in my family," Amy averred.
Karen laughed. "Yes, in your family. What if I told you that Barry and your mother have been fucking each other?"
"I wouldn't believe you. That's disgusting!"
"Nevertheless it's the truth. If someone would have told you yesterday that you'd be sucking my pussy today, would you have believed him?"
"No," said Amy quietly. She was having trouble believing the strange things that were going on even now. What if it was true? That would explain a lot. Karen must have caught them fucking and was now blackmailing them with who knew what kind of evidence. No wonder she seemed to have the run of the house. "I don't care if it is true," she added. "I'm not going to sleep with my own brother."
"I could force you into fucking anyone I want and you know it," Karen declared. "But to show you how I nice I can be I'll give you a choice: Tyrone or Barry."
"Neither," Amy exclaimed. "If you don't leave me alone and get out of this house I'm going to call the police and have you thrown in jail. Blackmail is against the law, you know." Someone had to take a stand Amy thought. If her mother and brother were both too gutless then it would have to be her.
"You're right," said Karen. "Blackmail is against the law. There's the phone. You'd better call them right away and file a complaint. I won't try to stop you from calling them. I won't try to escape. I'll still be here when the police arrive."
Amy just stared at the phone. She had hoped to put a scare into Karen and force her into leaving but Karen seemed to know that Amy was bluffing. Not only was the teenager disgusted with her family but now she was disgusted with herself. "I'll sleep on the couch tonight and leave in the morning," Amy declared. "I don't want to stay a minute longer in this house than I have to as long as you're here."
"Oh, my goodness! This is so sudden. But where will you stay," Karen asked affecting concern.
"Unlike you, I have plenty of friends who'll be glad to have me stay with them," said Amy.
"What if I don't want you to go?"
"You can't keep me prisoner here. You may have something on my mom and Barry but you don't have anything on me." Stupid bitch! I'd like to see her try and stop me. She caught me off guard today but no longer.
Amy was caught off guard again when Karen rolled over on her body and pinned her down. "Stop it! You freak! Get off me!" Amy struggled but to no avail. Despite having a weight advantage, Amy was unable to gain any leverage to push Karen off. Anger was mixed with fear. She didn't know what Karen had in mind but it was bound to be something unpleasant. The young coed wished she hadn't been foolish enough to challenge Karen without having planned an escape first.
Amy felt a tickling sensation at her neck. Karen was trying to kiss her there. Well, she can kiss me all night the girl thought but it wouldn't prevent her from leaving in the morning. Too late, Amy realized what Karen was doing. The bitch was giving her a hickey! "Stop it! Please, stop it!" The only girls seen with hickeys were the trailer trash. If any of her friends saw her with a hickey on her neck, Amy would lose face and status. She'd be ranked below the geeks!
"The weather's kind of warm to go out in turtle necks, don't you think? I just gave you one humongous hickey," laughed Karen. "I'll give you a dozen more before morning if you keep fighting me."
"Please don't," begged Amy. "I'll do anything you want." The poor girl's spirit was broken. Tears of shame and humiliation were streaming down her cheeks but she barely whimpered when Karen positioned her crotch over her victim's mouth and squatted. Amy was doomed to repeat her performance of earlier in the day.
"That feels good," said Karen as she felt Amy's tongue lapping at her vulva. "Don't you dare stop until I tell you to stop. Does it taste different? It should taste different. Barry dumped two loads of sperm inside me before I came in here. Did you just stop? I think you've just earned yourself another hickey. Oh! That feels so good. I'll forgive you this time but if you stop again your neck and throat will have a polka dot pattern all the way around. I'm not surprised you don't want another hickey. They take so long to fade away, don't you think? You can hide one hickey pretty well with makeup but two or three or more? You might as well forget it. You'll be lucky if that one disappears by the time school starts.
"You know, that since you're swallowing so much of your brother's sperm I think it's only fair that you get the opportunity to have him fuck you. No, don't try to thank me. Just keep slurping on my snatch. Don't worry about trying to seduce him. I already have Barry interested in your body. Since he started fucking your mother he couldn't help but thinking of his pretty sister in the same way so it won't be any trouble at all to get him in bed with you.
"I think tomorrow night would be a good time. Tonight is too soon since I wore out the poor dear and he wouldn't be able to do you justice. That'll give us enough time for us to find something nice and sexy for you to wear for Barry. We might even go out shopping tomorrow if we can't find anything in your present wardrobe. Oh, this is so exciting and fun. Probably, just like your first date. You can't help but be nervous I'm sure. Just think, by this time tomorrow night it won't be my body you'll be lying under but your brother's. I'm just sorry I didn't get to you earlier. It would have been nice if he was the one taking your cherry."
Amy listened as Karen prattled on and on. Her tongue was sore and aching but she didn't dare stop licking her tormentor's snatch. The young teenager was past mere humiliation. There was no word to describe how low she felt. At the same time Amy began to fatalistically accept Karen's domination of her. There didn't seem to be any escape that didn't involve the whole world becoming aware of her degradation. She began to idly wonder what it would actually be like to let her brother fuck her. She'd lied when she denied ever having sexual thoughts about Barry but she'd read that it was a common feeling and nothing to be ashamed of as long as fantasy wasn't carried over into reality. The coed had been startled when Karen told her she was swallowing her brother's sperm but not put off by it. She wanted to know what prompted her mother to give into her own fantasies. Amy was surprised and more than a little relieved when Karen finally lifted her body off Amy's face.
"Thank you very much," said Karen. "That felt yummy. I'm sorry I can't stay the night. Barry might miss me."
"That's all right," said Amy.
"I'll trust that you won't try to leave without my permission. You'll be sorry if you do."
"I won't," Amy promised. Was there a choice?
Karen had no intention of going back to Barry's room. Instead, she made straight for Lucy's room. Lucy woke up when she heard the door open and braced herself for another confrontation. There was no way Karen was going to reestablish her sexual dominance. She felt the girl slide under the covers with her and sighed deeply. Lucy didn't try to pretend to be asleep.
"I hope I didn't wake you," Karen whispered.
"It doesn't matter," said Lucy.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you the other day. Do you forgive me?"
What is she after? That was the main thought that ran through Lucy's mind. She knew she should really care even though the temptation was there to tell her to fuck off. Well, so far Karen had kept her promise not to humiliate her in front of Amy. Lucy thought she should be grateful for that, at least. "Yes," Lucy said finally. There was no sense in causing a scene if Karen wasn't starting one.
"Thank you," said Karen. "May I sleep in your bed tonight? I promise to behave myself."
"I don't care. But you have to get out when I wake up. Amy never wakes up before me."
"Thanks. I'll be sure to be out of your room before Amy is up." Lucy felt Karen's kiss on her bare shoulder but the young girl didn't try anything else. Lucy supposed she should be grateful for small favors. She slept soundly until morning.