Samantha's View
All my life my sister has treated me with an undertone of disapproval. Claire disapproved of my lifestyle, which when we were younger she always described as promiscuous in a haughty tone and inevitably with an accompanying sniff. Of my husband, whom she claimed was weak and effeminate - which is rich considering what we have now discovered about her precious John and his secret activities on the net. And just of me in general. What made it worse was that dad always seemed to side with her. She was always his favourite, and she worked hard at being that.
Very different now, of course. Dad knows which of us is the really loyal one, and my stuck-up bitch of a sister is in her place. Her tongue up my arsehole the previous night and her meekly sucking my toes that morning while her two little brats stood and watched are proof enough of that. Though I have to admit to a slight disappointment when I realised that she was actually getting off on it. Turned out that Little Miss Proper had her own buried desires along with her husband. Still, you can't have everything. And I had plenty.
Like my nephew Steve in the palm of my hand as I sat him down at the computer in his Dad's study. He was so eager to get the details of John's secret life that he was practically drooling. I leaned over him to key in what was needed, noting the bulge in his jeans. I reached down and gave it a squeeze.
"Seems you're looking forward to this, Steve," I said, keeping my hand resting there and feeling his cock throb through the thick material.
He looked up at me licking his dry lips, and all he could manage was an unsteady nod. I suppressed the laugh that bubbled up, and merely smiled. He was so easy, like any man. Except maybe Dad. Get a hold of their cock and you could lead them anywhere.
"You enjoy yourself, Steve," I said, letting go of his cock and standing up straight. "Lots of pics, and some really disgusting mails and chats. You'll find yourself mentioned a few times. Feel free to have a good wank while you peruse."
I left him to it and went back into the kitchen. C\lire was where I had told her to stay, standing in the corner, and Dawn was sitting at the table just silently watching her mother. I went straight over to Dawn and bent over her. Taking her face in my hand I turned it towards me and kissed her, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She resisted momentarily, but then relaxed as my tongue probed the inside of her mouth. I let go of her face and ran my had down her body to the hem of her skirt. Pushing it underneath the skirt and down under the waistband of her panties, my finger found her hairless cunt and stroked it as I kissed her. I felt her wetness, and withdrew the finger carefully. Coming away from Dawn, I crossed to where Claire had been watching from her corner. I held the finger to her face.
"Suck it clean," I told her.
She pulled her face, and shook her head. I raised my other hand and slapped her hard across one cheek. She looked at me in shock, her cheek reddening.
"You're my bitch now, sis," I told her harshly. "Understand that. If I tell you to taste your daughter, then you do it. If I tell you to go over and take it at source, then that's what you'll do."
Her eyes on mine and full of hatred, she took my finger into her mouth and sucked it clean of Dawn's juice.
"Good girl," I told her. "We'll go to the gymn in a minute, us girls. But don't bother packing a leotard, Claire. You can borrow my spare." I saw her glance down at my body, much more petite that hers, and could see in her eyes her imagining how she would look in a leotard that fitted me. Letting it all hang out would be the order of the day. "First a little prep, though," I added.
I went to my handbag and came back with the marker pen I had brought with me for the purpose. Kneeling down in front of Claire, I wrote "Cum Whore" across her stomach in large black letters. Turning her around I spelled out "Fuck Hole" on her lower back, and added and arrow pointing down to her arse. The I went to the sink and wetted the dishcloth,. A bit of rubbing across Claire's skin and the words looked older and as if someone had tried not too successfully to erase them.
I looked up at her and smiled. "All done," I said. "That should cause a few raised eyebrows in the changing rooms. Now go get yourself dressed. Outer clothing only, no underwear."