Sister's Blood Sacrifice



 
Sister's Blood Sacrifice:
BDSM Stories
2008-01-17
Sister's Blood Sacrifice

by

NamasteMaster

(MF, MFF, FF, adult bro/sis incest, very heavy BDSM, extreme
torture, caution, needleplay, fireplay, knifeplay, edgework,
mild WS, consensual snuff, euthanasia)

Copyright (C) 2000, NamasteMaster. ALL Rights Reserved

My sweetest and dearest kidsister Karen looked into my eyes,
begging me to finish what I had started two days ago. Begging me
to finish her. No, not finish her. Begin her. Begin to give her
her release so her soul could be free of its ravaged and diseased
corpulent shell. My hands roughly mauled her tits, her blood
flowing freely from their consensual and voluntary wounds
dripping over my fingers splattering to the ground below us as
our eyes met and our lips kissed one last time as Suzy my wife
lashed her back mercilessly with the rattan cane. Leaning to one
side to pick up my large Bowie knife which was to be the
instrument of my dear sister's freedom, time froze and reality
centered as Karen and I both radared our mutual gazes to the
glint of clouded sunlight highlighting off the razor-sharp edge
of the blade.

Karen and I had always been beyond close as brother and
sister. Beyond close, but not ever crossing the line into incest,
at least not until very recently. Well, not crossing our line.
Our line since our teen-age years may very well indeed be into
incest according to some others, but not to us.

When I was sixteen and Karen was thirteen, she had come to in a
funk because Bobby Fulgum her so-called boyfriend back then in
her seventh grade had finally got her to kiss him and then broke
up with her because he said she was a lousy kisser. I tried to
tell her he broke up with her because she wouldn't let him get
past second-base, but she didn't want to hear it, was convinced
it was because she was a lousy kisser. So being the nice big
brother that I was and am, I promised to show her how to kiss,
not that I had kissed that many girls but I had kissed enough to
show her.

So one Saturday afternoon when our parents were gone to the
grocery store to shop and I had to stay home to mow the grass and
Karen had to be home as well to help do some laundry, we went
downstairs to my basement bedroom and I began showing her how to
kiss. At first it did feel like, well, kissing my sister, even
though our kissing rapidly went from lip-to-lip to
tongue-to-tongue. My arms holding her close to me, it was a good
half an hour later after we first started before nature took its
inevitable course and she noticed a bulge poking her thigh as she
sat in my lap as we sat on the edge of my bed.

"Speedy..." she ah-hemed, using the nickname she and everyone
else had called me since I was a little kid, I not minding hating
my given name "Stephan" anyway "...is that what I think it is?"

"What do you think it is, Sis?"

"A hard-on?...Silly!"

"Silly yourself...what do you know about hard-ons?"

"I know I've never seen one...can I?"

"I don't know..."

"C'mon, p-l-e-a-s-e?..."

I have to admit that all sorts of thoughts were racing through
my head at that moment. While not a virgin, I had only actually
screwed two other girls. But this was Karen, my kidsister, if we
both were turned on by our kissing tutorial I was giving her. I
thought long and hard for a moment while grinning at her al the
time to stall for a second.

"Well..maybe...under two conditions...first, we don't tell
anyone, you don't even tell Mary Ellen (her best friend at the
time)...and..."

"...and?..."

"...you have to show me yours, too.."

"Deal...I'm on my period now, though..."

"I don't care...I still want to see..."

"...'K..."

I rose and she sat down on the edge of my bed as I flipped my
cock out from my jeans.

"Touch it, Karen..suck on it..." I half-ordered her.

"No....NOOoooo!...that's sick!....that's gross!..."

"TOUCH IT!...play with it!" I commanded her again.

"No!....I'm not going to touch your thing!...that would be
incest, anyway...I just wanted to see what a real one looked
like, anyway..."

"Well, then, show me yours..."

"Okay..."

Karen pulled her loose slipover sundress up to her waist as she
leaned back on the bed, her white cotton panties glaring in my
room's diffused light from curtains drawn. Slipping her panties
down, a thin pinkish Tampax string hung from her tiny closed
labia.

"Well, if you're not going to touch mine, at least touch
yourself, play with yourself so I can watch..."

"No, I'm not going to do that either, Speed'...I promised you
could look at mine if you showed me yours...well, you've seen
mine and now I've seen yours...can we get back to our kissing
lesson now?"

"Sorry Sis but I simply have to get some relief...stay just
like that...I'll be right back..."

I ran the ten steps to my halfbath in my bedroom and got a
handful of toilet paper and rushed back before she could change
her mind.

"Well then, Punkinhead (a petname our father used to call her
which she absolutely hated), if you ain't gonna touch my prick at
least open your legs up some more so I can get a better view and
jack off some..."

"Can we kiss some more after you finish whacking off?"

"What do you know about whacking off?...oh, never
mind...sure..."

Karen popped of the bed real quick, slipped her dress off in a
flash but left her 32A bra on and lewdly reclined back on to the
bed sideways so I could see her open cunt for all its glory as I
stood close beside her, furiously beating my meat as she leaned
her head up to watch and giggle at me as I spanked the monkey all
the way home, my come spurting with so much pressure that it
sprayed all over her torso and even to her face some as my knees
buckled a little and my breath became gaspy.

"Yuck...YUCK!, Speedy, yuck!...look at the mess you've made on
me!...yuck!..."

"You might as well get used to it Sis...any boyfriend you have
in the future will spurt come too so might as well as get used to
it."

Karen eased off the bed to scoot to my bathroom to clean
herself off before slinking back and putting her sundress back on
and plopping back down on the bed.

"Can we finish our kissing lesson now?"

"Sure..."

We kissed and kissed and kissed. And kissed. A car door was
heard slamming shut hard and we knew Mom and Dad were back with
the groceries. I still had about a quarter of the lawn to do and
Karen had to finish folding the clothes from the dryer, after we
helped get the groceries in from the car.

Dad's eyes looked kind of funny at us as we both bob-bobbed up
the stairs from my lower-level bedroom.

"You kids been good while we were gone?...yourchoresfinished?"

"Yeah, we' been good Daddy, and y-e-s our chores are almost
finished."

He shot us continuing funny looks for the rest of the day like
he was trying to figure something out that he wasn't sure he
wanted to figure out.

And from that day on, Sis and I would be kissy-face with each
other for the rest of our lives. Never past that point, but
always at it. When one of us would have a real bad day at school
or one of us would break up or be broken up by a boy or
girlfriend or just needed some comfort and support we would
always wind up in each other's arms kissing away, holding each
other close, our tongues mingling and wrestling with each
other's. And yes, I would invariably get a hard-on after a few
minutes of doing so and Sis did confess to me a couple of years
later that she also invariably got a little wet too but we never
crossed that imaginary and artificial cultural line.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A couple or three years later I went to State as Sis stayed
home and finished high school and we began to go our separate
ways and lead our separate lives. Still we would talk usually a
couple of times or more per week depending. Sometimes more and
sometimes less. And when I came home or the rare times she came
to see me in my dorm even though I only lived ten miles or so
from home we would invariably wind up in each other's arms
kissing and holding each other close and tell each other our most
inner secrets and fears and dreams never losing that true
intimacy we had accidentally created so many years before.

Punkinhead, errrrr, Karen decided she didn't want to go college
but wanted to become a nurse instead, so when she finished high
school she enrolled in Wake Tech's RN program where she could go
to school fulltime for a semester and then co-op as part of the
curriculum for the next semester and so forth until she got her
AAS in nursing degree and could sit for the exam a year later
after twelve more months of clinical experience.

A month after she graduated from Wake Tech and was second in
her class GPA-wise and had not just a job but also a three
thousand dollar signing bonus from Rex Hospital for signing a
contract for two years of employment at more money than I was
then making as a high school boy's gym teacher and assistant
athletic coach at Garner Senior High that being a decent first
job to use my PhysEd degree for, Karen rented an apartment in the
same complex where I lived off Lake Boone Trail which also was
near her work and our relationship as super-tight brother and
sister-friends became even closer.

Which was great and would have been perfect, except for the
fact that I had been living with my then-girlfriend Suzy for
about a year then, and Karen's and mine intimate kissing sessions
began to feel almost like cheating to me. Hell, they did feel
like cheating to me. Especially after Suzy came home a couple of
hours early from having to go in on a Sunday to catch up on some
paperwork at the wholesale fabric broker where she worked and
caught us red-handed and very red-faced.

She seemed to be angry just for second but almost immediately
calmed down. Then a sly almost wicked grin spread her across her
face. Suz' and I were planning on getting married someday even
though our engagement wasn't formal yet. I certainly didn't want
to do anything to lose her. Except for my kissing sessions with
my kidsister, my sex life was pretty ordinary if not downright
dull and had always been that way. Sex with Suzy was very nice
most of the time and really great on occasion, but something like
what she had flung open the front door to witness as Karen and I
were making out like bandits albeit fully clothed in all our
innocent glory was something before that moment I'd have bet our
wedding savings account on that Suzy would have broken up with me
over. But it didn't happen.

"I see you two are more than...friends...more than brother and
sister....hhhmmmm?"

"Please, Suzy..." I stammered "....it's..."

"It's what, Speedy?...not what it looks like?"

"...no...it's really not..."

Her smile was now a grin as she knelt down on the floor beside
the couch we were half-frozen in position from embarrassment and
fear.

"It's okay, really, Speed'...my sister and I are close like you
and Karen...really!"

I searched her eyes for any hint of sarcasm or set-up but
didn't see any.

"Suzy...Suzy..." I coughed out slowly "...it's not like we
actually do anything but kiss..."

"I know...just like Julie and me...that's all we do too, and
have since we were kids..."

"Us too!" Karen chimed in.

"...we just kiss...like this..." and with that my girlfriend
planted a nice big one right on Karen's smackers. I knew Karen
had never even considered touching another girl and now my
girlfriend was kissing her fully. My eyes searched this weird but
interesting scene unfolding before me for any clue as to what
might happen next. Either every man's fantasy or every man's
nightmare. But alas, it was to be neither, more or less. Karen
reached her hand around to pull Suzy closer to her as they kissed
some more, and Suzy did the same. Oh hell yeah it was erotic
beyond belief. A wet stain began showing through my khakis as my
fully hard hard spurted inside my briefs, its fluidity seeping
through the layers of cloth that had always protected Karen and
myself from our unspoken but very real boundaries we knew we
could or would never cross.

At that point though as my future wife and forever sister still
didn't lose their liplock of each other millimeters away from my
own licking lips I was ready to risk it all and go for it right
then and there and take both of them to bed right then. Leaning
in to them, they let me join their kiss. My hands roaming a
little not just to Suzy's bloused breasts but also to Karen's the
mood was immediately broken.

"Speed...Speedy!" Karen scolded.

"Yeah, what's wrong with you!?!" Suzy echoed Karen's scolding
of me.

"What's wrong with me?...what's wrong with ME!...my fiance' and
sister are kissing like two long-lost lesbian lovers and I join
in and you both let me and then you scold me for wanting to touch
both of you and make love to both of you...and you ask what's
wrong with me?...Jezzzzz....what's wrong with you two?"

"We're not lesbian, Speedy...you know I've never kissed a girl
before...not until now..." Karen sniped at me.

"Yeah...I know...but why...why didn't you tell me about you and
Julie, hu, Suzy?"

"Because it was none of your business, fee-ahn-say...and if I
had, I was sure you'd want something like this that almost
happened to happen..."

"What's wrong with that?...what's wrong with making love to the
two women I really do love?"

"Nothing...brother dear...except I'm not lesbian or even bi,
and Suz' isn't either...now, let's do some ground rules...now..."
she stated firmly as she pulled me back into her and Suzy and our
threeway kiss began again in earnest as we somehow conversed
through locked lips, the gist of it being that no further lines
would be crossed and Sis and I could continue our kissing
intimate sessions and Suzy could also have them with her too and
the three of us as well, as long as clothes stayed on and nothing
further went. I felt like a kid who had been given the keys to a
candy store only to find all the cookie and candy jar superglued
shut, but at least things were out in the open now and Suzy was
cool with Sis and me.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A couple of months after that, after Sis had moved in a couple
of buildings down from mine in our Mission Trace apartment
complex and our lives began synching really well together, she
coming over a couple of times per week or I going over there and
we just sitting on the couch together and talking and kissing and
being best friends as well as brother and sister like we had for
years and sometimes Suzy joining our little smooch sessions too
and once in a great while Suzy and Karen even smooching but never
going further than that by themselves, Karen mentioned that
finally she had let her boyfriend that she had been seeing steady
for the past six months or so finally move in with her, mainly to
save some on her rent, I think.

A month or so after that, she told me during one of our
suckface sessions, she had done something to piss Tony off really
bad, run his car with the radiator running hot for a short trip
because hers was in the shop and she was borrowing his to get
back and forth to work on, and instead of blowing his top by
yelling and screaming or even being a coward and physically
abusing her, he had instead overpowered her and turned her over
his knee despite the fact she genuinely fought him tooth-and-nail
to keep from doing so and had spanked her butt barehanded until
she was so sore so could hardly walk the two hundred yards over
to see me let alone be on her feet hardly all day at work.

"Want to see those near-bruises he put on my butt, Speed'?"

"No...no, that's okay Sis..." I smiled back at her, she
catching finally what she had offered to me just then. She then
went on to tell me that the harder she fought his spanking of
her, the more being overpowered by him really turned her on, so
much so that after he had finished whipping her tail that she had
nearly forcibly dragged HIM to the bedroom and nearly raped HIM
she was so turned on.

"He didn't need any encouragement after I nearly tore his
clothes off of him, Speedy...he tied me up with some old
clothesline cord, put clothespins on my nipples, spanked my open
pussy, whipped my back and butt and pussy with his belt, made me
suck him off as he mouth-fucked me, 'just made me his total slut
and slave, and God, Speed', I just enjoyed it so much!" she
continued as we held each other close as we traded sweet kisses.

"I'm happy for you, Sis...happy that you've found what and who
really makes you happy..."

"....y-ea-h..." she sighed contentedly.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

That was three years ago past. Now is three years hence. We,
Karen and now-wife Suzy and me, are canoeing down the Northeast
Cape Fear River along the Angola Bay Gameland area to a secluded
spot I found with Jim my old canoeing buddy when we did this
stretch of river during a week-long trip we made from the
headwater of the NE Cape Fear all the way down to Wilmington.

Three years ago past minus sixty days my dearest sister Karen
was healthier and happier and fitter than the proverbial horse.
She had a job she loved, lived with a man she loved with whom she
had an unusual relationship with but one that was based on mutual
respect and was totally valid, and lived a life she loved.

Three years minus sixty days plus one day she fell down at work
unexpectedly as she puttered down the sixth floor hall at Rex
Hospital making her way from her nurse's station to a patient
room, one of the doctors seeing her fall for no apparent reason
and helping her back up only to have her fall again, this time
passing out into unconsciousness in the process. For three days
she lay in Rex's ICU as they shuttled her near-lifeless body in
and out to do assorted tests on her near-corpse. Dad came up to
see her one time and couldn't handle the sight of her just laying
there nearly flatlinning. Mom came up a couple of times a day but
just for a few minutes. I took three vacation days and basically
never left her bedside, Suzy bringing me sandwiches and soup from
the hospital's snackbar to keep me going. I never stopped holding
her hand. And when I was sure the coast was clear for a few
moments, my lips would bind with hers as I tried to give her some
of my own life-force even if that meant shortening my own
lifespan.

The MRI, actually both MRI's because the doctors truly didn't
believe what they saw in the first one, showed a cancerous glob
at the top of her medulla inside her brain at the back of her
head and cancerous tentacles that had progressed all the way to
the frontal cortex. Way too much cancer to even consider
operating. Strange, too, because the main cancer mass should have
really impacted her vision badly, making her nearly blind, but it
hadn't, she hadn't complained of any visions problems even as
recent as the day she fell and went comatose in the hall.

The doctors didn't expect her to ever wake up. They fully
expected her to die within a week or so as she lay there with
tubes running in and tubes running out of her. But on the third
day, she awoke. She awoke to my kissing her. She kissed me back.

"It doesn't look good, does it, Speed'?"

"No, Sis, it doesn't..."

Mom and Pop wanted her to come back home, but she wanted to
spend her last days with me and Suzy. Mom and Pop's feelings were
really, really hurt.

Her doctors, who all knew and respected her as they were
colleagues who had worked together since she had graduated from
Wake Tech and took her job at Rex, didn't pull any punches with
her.

"You've got a week, maybe two, thirty days at the outside,
Karen..." Dr. Mauny who was chief of oncological surgery at the
Rex Cancer Center had told her as plainly and without emotion as
he could tell her.

Mom and Pop got even angrier with me that I wouldn't try to
pressure Karen into spending her last days with them. She wanted
to spend her last sunrises and sunsets as much with me as she
possibly could, and I wanted her to. They came over just twice
more to see her, their only daughter, before "the talk" happened
that had placed the three of us, Karen and Suzy and myself, in an
eighteen-foot rented canoe easing down the Northeast Cape Fear
River. Tony, Karen's long-time live-in ess-ooh had freaked out
really bad too when Dr. Mauny had told him the grim to say the
least prognosis concerning his maybe-future wife. After Dr. Mauny
had left, he asked me to leave the room for a few moments, and
had told Karen to more or less move out anyway if she was dying,
to go ahead and move in with me and spend her last days with me
that he didn't care that I could come get her shit whenever but
basically not to come back to their apartment. It's one thing to
be a Dominant in a BDSM relationship, it's another thing to be a
jerk, altogether.

As the cancer progressed Karen lost her appetite almost
completely and began losing weight rapidly. Dr. Mauny and other
physicians prescribed morphine sulfate tablets which is almost
like a legal form of heroin which helped some. Two weeks after
she moved in with Suzy and me, the three of us now openly
sleeping naked in the same bed together at night, Karen quit
taking her super souped-up narcotic pills, claiming she didn't
need them because she wasn't feeling any pain. I knew when that
happened that the end was very close indeed.

As the three of us lounged naked in bed together one Saturday
night, each night potentially being my Sister Dear's last on this
earth, kissing and smooching and now openly trading happy gropes
and touches between the three of us for mutual comfort and
support, she dropped a bombshell on Suzy and me.

"Speed?...brother dear?..."

"Uh-hu..."

"...make love to me, Speed..."

"...but,...but Sis..."

"...no butts to it, Speed'...make love to me...get your belt
and whip my tail with it, God I miss Tony dom'ing me so much,
beat my ass with your belt as I lean over your knee in your lap
and Suzy..."

"Yes, Karen?"

"...Suzy, as Speedy whips my tail with his belt, I want you to
grab and maul my tits and nipples...will you do that for me,
Suzy, my best girlfriend?" she asked if not pleaded if not
whimpered from fear and pain and frustration.

"Sure...Karen...whatever you'd like..." Suzy responded not to
my entire surprise as we three broke our kiss and smooch in the
dark to flip some lights on to a new and different night andday.

Karen's waisting-away shell of a body felt feather-light as she
lay across my lap, Suzy handing me my belt uncoiled from my
Dockers dropped on the floor. "Count, Slave, Count!" I commanded
my sweetest sister, trying to fulfill what I thought she wanted.

"Yes, my Master!...one...two...threee-ee-ee!" she began as my
belt touched her tail hard across its width as Suzy knelt down
beside us to yank and maul her tits without pity much like
milking a stubborn milkcow who you want to punish. Karen squirmed
her tail and pushed it higher up, wanting me to stroke the belt
harder even to her redding flesh. In the meantime Suzy had
scooted around and now had Karen sucking on her tits, pulling her
up by the hair and holding her there to make her suck on her
nipples. My cock was pushing firm underneath as Karen continued
to lay across my lap.

"On the bed, now, NOW, Slave..." I commanded, trying to give
her the role-play I thought she needed and wanted.

Somehow it didn't just feel right but also felt prophetic, a
deja vu' memory aging into itself. Suzy put a Depeche Mode CD on
the ceedee boombox atop our dresser while Karen and I climbed on
to the bed before Suz' joined us momentarily. I tried to meet
Karen's eyes with mine but couldn't; her eyes were wild-looking,
looking in separate direction altogether not from shooting
passions but from the cancer increasingly steadily eating away at
her brain including the part that control vision and
involuntarily muscle movement.

Suzy and I had tried a couple of harmless tie-up games since we
had lived together but nothing really too kinky. We had both
found them a little silly to be honest, since we had always had
no-holds-barred vanilla sex to begin with. But my sister Karen
lying on the bed - a quivering mass of female formed flesh that
was dying cell by cell exponentially - was begging me her brother
and best friend not for sex but for comfort and release and I
wasn't going to deny her anything she wanted and neither was her
second-best-friend-in-the-whole-world and my girlfriend Suzy.

"Speedy, please don't hold back!..." she begged so pitifully
"...slap me, beat me, abuse me, tie me up, ass-rape me!...you and
Suzy too!...please....PLEASE make me happy, Speed', that's all I
ask, make me happy, do what you want to with me, PLEASE,MASTER!"

I didn't want to hurt my precious kidsister. But I knew that
for her pain wasn't pain but was pleasure and release, release
from her actual pain of dying. All our lives since that first
innocent kiss we had been in total denial about our real feelings
towards each other. But no longer. No point in rowing down that
River Of De-Nile any longer. She could die any moment and we all
knew it.

"Suck my cock, SLAVE!" I barked as Suzy pushed her over to all
fours and I rammed my cock between those sweet lips that had
caressed mine so lovingly so many times now caressing my cock
equally as lovingly as my mouth-fuck of her continued. Suzy
rising to fetch some odds and ends from the apartment came back
with sweetly evil smile barking "...my turn now, Slave..." as she
flipped Karen on her back and promptly without ceremony sat on
her face with a "..fuck her, Speed', fuck Karen while she eats
me!"

Scooting up to kiss my Suzy on the earlobe as my legs spread
Karen's open my member sliding inside her cunt so sloppy from
heat I finally, finally consumated all the feelings I had for my
precious sister for so long, a "aaahhhh....ooohhhhh..." being the
only sounds Karen made for a few moments as her cuntlap of my
girlfriend and fuck of her continued.

"Speedy, Suzy, this is fun, but I want some fun the way "I"
want it, please!" she muffled from under Suzy's muff.

We rolled her around and hog-tied her, blindfolding her with
one faux polyester-blend silk scarf and gagging her with another.
"What the hell, why not?" I thought to myself as I shoved my cock
up her asshole unlubed by anything save her and my sex-moisture
from our previous short vanilla fuck. Slapping her asscheeks hard
as I consensually anally raped her from behind, Suzy began
slapping and grabbing and mauling her tits hard before switching
to another one of my designer Coach soft leather belts and
beating her without pity as my hand grabbed her cunt from the
front pulling and squishing her cunt into the form of my hand,
the only cries from my perfect little sister being a muffled plea
for "more...more!...MORE!"

The rest of the night Suzy and I used her as a wanton helpless
controlled sex-toy as either or both of us pleased. More tie-up
games, more for-real beatings, more unbridled use of whatever of
her orifices we wished, more verbal domination, more of whatever
we pleased, Karen's eyes becoming more and more focused and
filled with love and pleasure as the night progressed into Sunday
morning.

"Stephan..." my sister-love whispered softly in my ear as dawn
arose that cloudy and cold morning as we three breaking crept
into consciousness from our night before our respective naked
flesh being entangled with each other's like so many wild vines.

"...yes, Sis?..." I whispered back as Suzy awoke enough to
swap light spit with each of us before rolling off the bed to
head to the bathroom.

"...you know I've got maybe hours, no more than days to live,
don't you?..."

"...yeah, I know the prognosis that Dr. Mauny gave you by
heart, yeah..."

"...then there's something I want you and Suzy to do me, for
me...something I don't think you'll do, but if you really love
me, you will..."

"What?"

"Wait until Suzy gets back, then I'll tell you both..."

"Cut the crap, Sis, what is it?!? " I implored half-fearful
that she'd want to switch and return all the loving favors I and
Suze had bestowed upon her non-corpulent -waisting-away-to-air
body the night before.

"...I'll tell you in a sec' when Suze gets back...if you
really, Really, REALLY love me, you'll do this for me."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Which is how now the gay blade of my paddle pushed us three
soul-group-mates along the requiem quiet of the Northeast Cape
Fear River a little less than a week later. My boss was
understanding and had given me the couple of unpaid family leave
days off having been concerned about Karen's situation since I
had initially told him. Karen's head slumped forward as she
passed out for a moment before waking again to the cry of a
guardian angel kingfisher that splashed the water just a few feet
away from her near the port thwart.

We had gone to great lengths to disguise what was really going
to happen and where. That last Wednesday Karen had boarded a
flight for Los Angeles one-way that had a stopover at Charlotte's
Douglass Airport, had snuck off the flight between gates, had
then caught a Greyhound bus with a one-way ticket to Washington
DC and had snuck off that too when it stopped to refuel and take
on more passengers at Petersburg in Virginia and Suzy and I were
waiting to pick her up a block away at the Hardee's there. It's
not like her movements couldn't be traced if the whole of the FBI
got involved, but between the multiple switches and her very
convincing suicide note that she had sent registered mail to Mom
and Pop before she left that told them she was running off to
voluntarily die in peace and anonymity somewhere before death did
take her involuntarily, it would be difficult to trace her
movements. Especially when she put a pebble in her shoe at the
airport, dark glasses, threw her old pocketbook away after
fishing a smaller and more brightly colored on out of it along
with a blind person's red-tipped folding cane and a wig of curly
red hair, the old Karen had truly been sacrificed so the new one
could chrysalis free of her earthly bonds in peace.

The only thing spoken the entire time to the secluded high
bluff campsite were tears which couldn't help but shatter the
quiet of commiseration and grieving loss and smiles which broke
Suzy's and mine solemn faces like so many plaster molds being
shattered on the firmness of the watery conveyance beneath our
eighteen-foot hull.

That night, we three made sweet, open, honest, and yes, YES,
passionate love. "Vanilla" love, but real love made by real
lovers love-making. As crickets chirped and bullfrogs croaked
outside out tent and a brief gentle rain lulled us all to sleep
about 2AM that early morning our heartbeats synched next to each
other's as our hearts pressed against each other's chests
snuggled inside our 2x2 doubled-wide-zipped sleeping bags.

"I'm ready to begin, Speedy...are you, are you and Suzy?"

Our three pair of eyes made twenty-seven possible connections
as Karen and I kissed and Karen and Suzy kissed and then we three
kissed.

"Yes..." Suzy answered for both of us.

A thought of my own suicide raced across my mind as Suzy
fetched the various accouterments out of a couple of waterproof
ditty bags. I couldn't help it. I mean, what kind of a brother
would do such a thing to his own sister, if she had so without
fear or sadness begged him to do it? If I could be such a monster
to do what my sister-love Karen had asked me to do, then did I
really deserve to live? Do monsters really deserve to live? Or
would I be a bigger monster if I didn't so completely love Karen
so unconditionally to have the strength to grant her her one last
and forever final request.

"Hey, HEY, You, Speed-eee-bro, Karen to Speedy, Karen to
Speedy!!!..." she giggled at me as she sweetly elbowed me in the
ribs to bring back from my own pain and doubt "...it's okay, it's
O-K-A-Y, it's what I want...I know now how much you truly love
me, Brother Dear...it's really what I want isn't it, Suz-eewe?"

"Yes it is..." Suze mumbled as she continued fishing things out
of the bags and laying them out.

Karen went down to the river to bath in the chilly water. Suzy
and I made breakfast of eggs and bacon and toast. Karen drank
some coffee as she sat down naked on the blanket in front of the
fire but didn't eat anything. She hadn't been able to keep
anything down anyway for the past couple of weeks, and would have
thrown it up from what was to come anyway. Karen and I made
small-talk about when we were kids and if Mom and Dad would
really miss her much as we finished our coffee before Suzy naked
as we all were stood up with a "it's time, Karen".

Fifteen minutes "on", forty-five minutes "off", that was our
more or less plan. That way, we could stretch things out as long
as possible, fulfill my most precious sister's last wish as long
and as fully as possible.

"My asshole first, Slave, now!" Suzy barked.

Karen scooted between Suzy's legs and without shame shoved her
tongue up her butthole.

"Swallow everything, now!" she barked as her bladder emptied on
to her face, Karen attempting to swallow and gulp the copious
yellow flow as it spurted forth. "Do Speedy now too!"

I stood up as Karen knelt before me and began pissing on her
face, her open mouth trying to be target for my pissflow, my
urine stinging her eyes and running down her chest and bare
breasts.

"Poor job, Slave, poor job indeed..." Suzy barked "...come here
for your punishment".

Suzy began beating Karen with a belt of mine ferociously as she
knelt on all fours. "Suck your brother as you take your
punishement". Suze's arm got tired of the repeated thrashing of
Karen's bare ass. "Time for your next punishment".

I had been very, very squeamish about what I was about to do
and other things I knew we would do before the weekend was over,
but this was what Karen had wanted. I didn't hesitate. Suze and I
lit cigarettes even though neither one of us smoked, the noxious
fumes almost making me as sick as that time I was ten and tried
an El Producto elcheapo cigar my first and last smoking of a
tobacco product before now. We three stood up. Suzy and I puffed
enough to get the tips of our respective cigs red with fire.
Karen had a look of pleading-begging in her eyes. I took a deep
breath before touching the lit cigarette to her stomach flesh.

"Yeeooowwww!!!" Karen screamed in pain.

I leaned in quickly to hold her close with a "...I'm...I'm
sorry, Sis, I'm sorry..."

She shot me a look of pure scold in return as payment for my
concern. "I though we had all agreed, I though you had agreed to
help fulfill my last fantasies and wishes, Speed'..."

"I had, I did...I do, Sis..."

"Then be strong for me, Brother that I love, brother that I
love...be strong..."

"I will.." I mumbled as Suzy touched her cig to Karen's inner
thigh, making Karen scream and yell and jump sideways from the
pain.

"It's what she wants, Speed', it's what she needs..." my Suzy
whispered to me as she leaned a couple of steps over to touch
Karen's whiteskin back with a refreshed glowing tip.

I smashed my lit cig out on Karen's left breast its blister
rising evident as the ash highlighted the boundaries of it Karen
gulping for air from the pain in the process. Lighting another
one and another one and another one as Suzy did the same, we
playfully chased Karen between us as the sun continued its daily
jog above us the smell of her singeing and burning flesh
contrasting mighty to the sun-washed clean smell of the river
near us and the woods around us, our blunt-tipped instruments of
heat torture bring so much seeming pleasure to Karen. After a the
pack of cigs were all used up, so was Karen for a while, so we
three rested, rested in each other's arms cuddling inside the
tent for a while before heading back outside.

"Time for switches!" Suzy cried out as she broke some thin
branches off of a nearby willow tree. And again Suzy and I worked
poor Karen over so well, this time making her crawl around
between us as our stinging and slashing branches herded her one
direction and then another. And where the switches hit a
burn-blister square it tended to break the soft bulging flesh
open which I know had to be beyond painful for Sis but which also
seemed to make her butt quiver with an almost orgasmic delight.

Another thirty minutes or so of willow-rod-play and my arm
began to get tired. "Needles next!" my apparently closeted until
now Dominatrix girlfriend cheerfully chimed in. We three sat
crossed-legged in front of each other on the blanket near the
open smoldering campfire as Suze and I peeled the sealed and
sterile packs of '02 and '04 needles open, freeing up several for
immediate use. Karen leaned into us as I focused on her left
breast and Suzy on her right one, her body shuddering with
masochistic delight when that first needle from my attention
broke the flesh on the first side of its entrance before breaking
out on the exit side below, her breast in my hand feeling so full
and ripe and perfect and her reaction being one of distanced
observer instead of active participant as Suzy also worked her
needles into our friend and lover and my dearest sibling.

"My cunt, Speed, do my cunt!"

Leaning back Karen wantonly exposed her sopping-wet sex to us
both, the blisters from the cigarettes all over her body smelled
and the open ones from the birching bleed sometimes a clear
blister fluid sometimes a mixture of that and traces of blood as
my hand now practiced a little pinned needles through her cunt
lips on either side of her labia as Suzy watched for a moment
before grabbing an '04 with a "ready now for the big one?" asking
for effect and not permission as she pegged Karen's clit
completely through not just with that one but with two more
forming as a star-pattern that made her clit visibly throb as
blood trickled down the thin wire barrelshafts, Karen finally
passing out from pain and her breathing becoming more shallow
with each breath.

I prayed, I literally silently prayed that God and Death would
go ahead and take her then and there and as much as I guiltily
was enjoying doing some of the things I had been doing to her I
did love her so much as my sister and friend and lover and simply
didn't want to see her suffer any longer even though I knew the
stuff Suzy and I had been doing to her wasn't pain for her but
was pleasure instead. But God didn't, not then. Two or three
hours later, her breath rate increased as she snoozed inside the
tent, and she came out to the fire where Suzy and I were sitting
together, Suze leaning into my back as I leaned back on a pile of
gear.

"I'm ready for more now, you two'?"

Not having any more cigs to put focus blisters on her with,
Suzy and I used small branches put into the fire enough to
redhot-coal-out at the end before using them for more pelasurable
torture on her, the firepokers sometimes opening up a needle
wound or two where we had put the needles in too shallow
previously. Stopping for a moment, we lovingly and erotically
pulled each and every needle out of my little but not-so-little
any longer sister Karen, Suzy giving me the honors of removing
the needles she had pierced Karen's clit with.

After that we had several more rounds of belt beatings, paddle
paddlings, dildo work, more needlework, tie-up and dom' sex
games, another birchrod session, and finally a couple of hits
with a stungun that Suzy gave her because I didn't have the heart
to but which Karen, God bless her painslut desires, absolutely
begged her to do. Again, she passed out, and again I begged God
to take her, but while she did sleep the most restful sleep that
night as Suzy and I held her close between us in our thin
combined and rezipped sleeping bags, nope, she didn't die, but
did awake to see another day. Her last one.

Karen had oozed a crusting of blood and puss and urine all over
us and inside the sleeping bags. We didn't care. We were going to
burn the sleeping bags just in case before we left anyway.

"Good morning, Brother Speed-ee-oo Dear....what a fine and
glorious day it is!" my sister chirped lively as she seemingly
welcomed her last morning on this earth. We three hugged and
kissed and smooched some and with every movement a different
blister would break open or birch wound would begin slowly oozing
new blood and Sis would wince in pain but then she'd embrace me
and Suzy that much closer and harder. Her left eye was fixed from
the cancer eating at her brain at a thirty-degree angle down and
to the left but her right one freely moved to fix her gaze on to
my and Suzie's. Her breasts pressed into my chest as her oozings
smeared and stuck to my chest hair as she turned to kiss Suzy
one-on-one for a moment before rising to meet her Day OfRelease.

Suzy and I didn't feel like eating even though Suze did break a
few eggs and scramble them up with some bacon bits and fix some
toast on the wirerack toaster over the bed of coals in the
campfire pit. Karen walked down to river just barely within
eyesight of us from our campsite atop the rolling bluff and
patted herself a little with healing waters from the Northeast
Cape Fear but was too sore to plunge neck-deep into the three
knot-flowing current and take a soapless bath. The morning cold
made our naked flesh goosepimple. We donned jackets to shed the
chill but no pants or shoes as Karen walked back up the hillock
smiling a smile so wide that if she had just been told she had
won the Powerball Lottery she couldn't have been happier.

"I'm ready, now, Speedy, Suze, let's begin..."

And so it began. First, a good overall maul and bitchslap
session to get Karen warmed up. Grabbing her from behind, I held
her firm to me as Suzy began slapping her face repeatedly,
slapping her tits, grabbing and mauling her tits, grabbing her
pubes and pulling her cunthair out by the roots, slapping her
blisters and birchrod trails and even the two sets of dark marks
where the stun gun had brought her a kind of masochistic ecstasy
yesterday that I could only try to imagine for her.

After Suzy had had her "fun" with her, then it was my turn. My
breath choked in my throat as it began. Taking a thicker rod off
of the nearby willow tree with my large Buck Bowie knife, I made
the most precious thing in my life crawl around on all fours on
the cold ground, ordering her to try to avoid the blows as the
branch in my hand struck and struck and struck her back and butt
and openly splayed cunt until she started gasping for breath,
panting hard, begging me to stop. I didn't stop. No safe words,
no stopping. Closing my eyes as I did, I kicked her hard in her
ribs, my leg rocking back and forth before landing its blow
squarely to her ribcage as she tried crawl away from on all
fours, the force of it sending her flying onto her back for a
moment as my gestapo beating of her continued. Almost all of her
cig and burning twig blisters were open and leaking now, as were
most of her needle wounds and birching zips. Aiming squarely for
her nipples, the rod in my hand peeled an edge of her left nipple
free as it tore into the weakened flesh where the needles had
perforated the day before. Blood gently pumped from underneath
its fleshledge as it tried to clot and Sis tried to cover herself
from the blows really, really begging me to stop but her
pleadings only served to fire my desire to finish things right
then and there and spare her continuing.

"Stop!....Stephan, my God, you're really REALLY hurting me,
please STOP!!!"

She moaned as I kicked her in the same spot on her ribcage
where I had dropped her a few moments before. She writhed back
and forth in very real pain her arms and elbows tucked tight to
her totally naked vulnerableness as the blows from my Rod Of
Release continued to shower down on her breaking physical shell
as Suzy stood by just a few feet away actually smiling and
seeming to enjoy the show. I kicked her legs open and landed an
open blow from the near-wrist-thick branch directly on her cunt.

"AAAIIIiiyyyeeeahhhhaaaaa!!!!" she screamed from a deeply
primal place before passing out. I smiled a smile of relief,
thinking her so-wished-for death had finally and belatedly taken
her. But it wasn't to be. Bruises showing black from where I
evidently had cracked two or more of her ribs with my kicks, her
chest still lightly heaved from breath as she and we all breathed
the warming air of that perfect Sunday morning.

Picking her cancer-wasted lightweight frame back to the
campfire, Suzy and I just held her and lightly patted her bruises
and bleeding sores with damp washcloths. The sun felt warm and
warmer on our naked hides as it poked its way through the canopy
of leafy shade around us. Sis just breathed some irregular
shallow breaths as the weight of her head nestled it close to
mine. For a longish few seconds or even maybe a moment she
stopped breathing altogether and I thank God for her release. But
it wasn't to be. She started back breathing, waking up an hour or
so later as I refused to let her go, Suzy's admonishings to the
contrary.

Waking up from her near-coma her one good eye searched mine for
any fear, any doubt, any thing which would preclude me from
keeping my word to her. I swear, I swear on a stack of fucking
Bibles that if she had asked me to take her place and she finish
me instead I would have right then and there. But she didn't.

"Speedy...thank you, thank you so much, brother that I love so
much..."

"You're welcome, Sis, you're welcome..." I whispered as we
kissed and Suzy joined our kiss as she grabbed Karen's cunt and
pulled and yanked some short and curlies out of what was left of
it, Karen just smiling and thanking Suze as she did so.

"It's time, Speed', it's time...no more stalling...I've had all
the fun I want to have...one last little bit of fun, and then it
will be time..."

I started crying like a fucking baby. I couldn't help me. Out
from left field Karen's arm went back and forward slapped the
living shit out of me. "Get a' hold of yourself, dammit, now!..."
my painslut sister commanded "me"! "...you promised me, Stephan,
you gave me your word, dammit, and now you have to keep it..."

"I know Sis, I know..."

"Suzy, Stephan, let's get to it, then...don't be sad,
brother...we'll see each other soon enough on the 'other
side'...I'm a goner in a few days anyway...please...PLEASE give
me my release!"

Suzy and I strung Karen up between two thinnish trees near the
campsite, her arms being strung up and her legs being strung wide
at their trunks. The first scalpel slice went teasingly in an "S"
curve down and around her chest, just deep enough to part her
flesh so blood would begin leaking like rain rolling down a
window pane. She sucked a breath of pure passion. My scalpel
traced another furrows and another and another as Suzy did
similar vivisections on her back and buttcheeks.

"I don't have much longer, Speedy...minutes perhaps...more,
please, NOW!" she virtually screamed at me.

My left hand grabbed a breast and held it as the thin edge of
the scalpel's bite circumcised her nipple from her mammary flesh
- it falling to the ground like a torn butterfuly wing. Karen
just smiled a true smile of masochistic bliss as blew me a kiss
as my edgework did Dakota-cuts vertically on her right breast
opening it up so her life's blood could flow freely to the river
which warbled its waiting welcome nearby. Cocking my hand back it
flicked forward slicing her right nipple off taking just a bit of
subdermis with it, blood now gushing from a subdural vein
pricked open.

Suzy meanwhile was kissing Karen's earlobe from behind as her
own pre-death autopsy of my Sister Dearest, her hook-bladed
scalpel hooking and tearing open Karen's back flesh with such
precise ferocity that Karen's involuntary thrashings from the
medieval maeleous welcomed torture were minimal if hardly any. A
slow drip-drip of blood now spotted the ground beneath Karen's
sliced-open back and buttcheeks where Suzy had accomplished her
tasks, as similar puddles now dripped also from what was left of
her breast-mass. Her eyes now frequently rolling back into her
eye sockets deeply I could tell she was getting weak from loss of
blood and the shock of being vivisected without benefit of
anything to dull her final masochistic glory.

Mumbling to Suzy she retrieved my large Buck sheath knife and
handed it to me. Karen slumped to her knees in a heap as her
bonds that had war-eagled her for her final rite of passage were
sliced into as so many of her body parts had been. Her arterial
blood refused to clot the open channels of life's pressure, her
heart pump-pumps anointing me with my most perfect little
sister's unconditional love.

"One last time?...then?" Karen pleaded with me as she uprighted
herself on her knees kneeling before me.

"Sure, Sis, that's be a perfect end...sure..."

She took my cock in her mouth as I grabbed her head with one
hand and my cock with the other and raped her mouth and jacked
off in it simultaneously as Suzy reached around finished pulling
what loose tissue there now was left of her right breast flinging
it to the side as she tried to pull the more or less still
attached left breast off the body of our love, a vein feeding
Karen's heart now exposed and a peek of throbbing heart tissue
visible just a little underneath her exposed ribcage. Karen
should have been totally passed out from loss of blood and shock
at this point, but it's like she was trying to stay conscious as
long as possible to enjoy every last ounce of pain and
domination. Slapping her face a couple of times before grabbing
both ears to shove my cock as far in her mouth as I could to make
her finish and swallow my huge spurting orgasm, I thought about
choking her to death with my cock instead of what she had asked
for but then thought about a possible hard involuntary bite
reflex while she would go through her inevitable death throughs,
and thought better of it.

My sweetest and dearest kidsister Karen looked into my eyes,
begging me to finish what I had started two days ago. Begging me
to finish her. No, not finish her. Begin her. Begin to give her
her release so her soul could be free of its ravaged and diseased
corpulent shell. My hands roughly mauled her tits, her blood
flowing freely from their consensual and voluntary wounds
dripping over my fingers splattering to the ground below us as
our eyes met and our lips kissed one last time as Suzy my wife
lashed her back mercilessly with the rattan cane. Leaning to one
side to pick up my large Bowie knife which was to be the
instrument of my dear sister's freedom, time froze and reality
centered as Karen and I both radared our mutual gazes to the
glint of clouded sunlight highlighting off the razor-sharp edge
of the blade.

One last bit of fantasy fulfillment-turned-reality for my
sister-love, then it would be time. Pushing her back into Suzy's
arms my hands slapped her legs open as I pinched and pulled her
clit out as far as it would stretch before carving it loose from
her body with seven or eight saw-motions from the Bowie knife
almost knicking my own fingertips in the process. Karen let one
last agony-ecstasy moan of perfect pleasure mixed with perfect
pain out, a "thank you...Brother...Speeedy...I love....you..."

"I love you, too, Sis...always remember...I love you...I will
always love you forever..." I sighed as I pulled her to me from
the loving embrace of Suze, holding her close to me as the blade
of my unsheathed knife penetrated her cunt as her multiple open
wounds baptized me with her forgiveness as the kind edge split
her cervix then uterus then lower bowel open as I drove the
handpike home, twisting and bending it inside her with
conical-shaped turns of the wrist, trying to open her up as much
as possible cutting as many veins and arteries open as possible
so she would go ahead and bleed out be done with her lost pain,
her lost hopes, her lost fears, her lost regrets, her found
eternal love of God and me and Suzy. Blood poured from her reamed
out cunt like a hematoid upside-down geyser, my hand and wrist
and now the puddle of red that we all knelt in being the color of
life, eternal life now as my sister I loved so much closed her
eyes for one last time as I kissed her lips and Suzy scooted
around to join our kiss as Karen's soul now free of all pain and
all bonds to this earth soared into the sky, a comforting breeze
blowing fifteen or twenty knots strong out of nowhere in the our
partial clearing on the river's bluff a bald eagle coming into
view high atop the thermal currents now rising from around us the
eagle being recognized as a guide to take my sister home.

Suzy and I didn't say two words for the rest of the day or for
a couple of months after that, either. Suzy and I bathed the red
and pink evidence of us being the best brother and best friend
Karen could ever have off of our bodies in the warm but somehow
chilled water of the Northeast Cape Fear, her blood being dried
and caked and not wanting to leave the comfort of sticking to our
bodies until it was rehydrated and soft and pliable enough to be
scrubbed off.

Per prior agreement with Karen, we built a funeral pyre next to
the river at the crest of the bluff, placing her cancer-ravaged
and masochistic-healed what-was-left corpse atop the pile of
sticks and branches and a few trees we had to cut down for the
frame of the pyre then lighting it and playing Andrew Lloyd
Webber's "Requiem" on a portable CD as the flames reduced my
sister's evidence of being in this life to ashes so co-mingled
with the wood ash that except for bits of bone and teeth you
couldn't tell where Karen began and where the tree-pieces ended.
From the earth we come, and to the earth we go.

Then we scooped all the ashes from the pyre area up after they
had cooled a few hours later, poured them onto a wool blanket we
had brought along for this purpose, adding some rocks for weight
that we also had brought along. As the canoe pushed off of the
sandbar below the hill as we began paddling against the current
to head back to our vehicle left at the put-in bridge a couple of
days before, what was left of my sister was let slip
unceremoneously beneath the mirrorglass stillness of the river,
air bubbles from blanket and ashes burping up as I turned my head
astern for a second to silently whisper to my sister one last
sweet and tender and oh-so heart-felt "goodbye, Sis, I love
you...'bye..."

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