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Marlene's Story - Part Two by Kirk

   ________________________________________________________________________
WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The following
story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of
explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you,
DO NOT read any further.  If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read

it.

   This is a copyrighted work.  (C)Copyright 2009 by Kirk.  Reposting or
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All characters are fictitious.  Any resemblance to anyone either alive

or dead is purely coincidental.

   Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.

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___________________________________________________________ This is a
continuation of "Marlene's Story." If you haven't read it already, this
story probably won't make much sense to you.  It doesn't stand alone on its
own.  "Marlene's Story" is located at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kirk/www/Stories.htm.

   The school year was quickly coming to a close.  Soon Marlene would be on
summer vacation, and her workload would diminish considerably.  Since there
were no summer sessions, she only had to work three mornings a week.  The
rest of the summer was hers to do with as she pleased.

   It had been almost three months since her brother Gary's visit.  It took
her all that time to adjust and come to terms with the events that
transpired during his stay.  She spent many sleepless nights tossing and
turning, unable to derive any comfort from her many toys.  Thank God that
distance separated them.  It was a long way from western New York to
Dallas, Texas.

   She knew that she had to get her life back on track.  As luck would have
it, she met a wonderful man through one of those dating services.  Rich was
56 years old and a perfect gentleman.  On their first date, all he wanted
to do was talk and get to know her.  He was like a breath of fresh air.  He
was really interested in her as a person.

   She finally found a man who was on the same page as her.  They both
shared similar interests.  He was a retired police officer, which was
perfect for Marlene, since she always felt a need to be protected
especially from her brother who liked to take advantage of her.  He also
lived close by.  He was only a couple of miles away.

   After two months of dating they kissed and held hands, but that was
about it.  He wanted to take it slow, and she admired him for feeling that
way.  It was a rare quality that most men today didn't possess.  Whenever
they kissed, she saw the bulge in his crotch.  She was tempted to reach
down and feel his hardness, but she resisted and held back.  She didn't
want anything to ruin what they shared.  There was time enough for that. 
It was more important to get to know each other.

   Things were starting to look up for Marlene.  Everything was perfect. 
For the first time in a long while, she truly felt she could put her past
behind her and move on with her life.  She desperately wanted someone in
her life, someone who loved her as a person.  She now knew that she finally
found that special someone, and she felt very fortunate.

   It was a Wednesday morning.  Marlene was sitting out at the pool when
her cell phone rang.  She picked it up and checked to see who the incoming
call was from.  Her heart raced at a frantic pace when she saw that it was
her brother.

   "Oh my God!  What does he want?" she thought.

   She couldn't answer the phone.  She didn't want to talk to him.  She
wanted to forget about the events that transpired during his last visit. 
She still woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.  She was
surrounded by cock and didn't know which one to suck first.

   Why couldn't he just leave her alone?  Her cell phone rang insistently
but finally stopped.  She hoped against hope that he would just leave her
alone.  But that was not to be as her phone rang again indicating that she
had voicemail waiting.

   Tears welled up in her eyes as she picked up the phone and dialed
voicemail.  Just when she thought her life was taking a turn for the
better, this happened.  Gary left her alone for over 35 years.  Why did he
now choose to come back into her life and ruin it?  Didn't he know that she
spent years in therapy just to come to terms with what he did to her as a
teenager?  She tried to forgive him.  She tried to put all of that in the
past, but now he was forcing his way back into her life.

   The psychological damage he did to her was irreparable.  After being
used by her brother, she viewed men differently.  She developed an
addiction and a weakness for cock.  She couldn't say no.  If a man exposed
himself, she would comply with any demand he made.  That's why she liked
Rich so much.  He made no demands of her.  He didn't have this desperate
need to get in her pants.  He liked her as a person.

   She keyed in her password, and sure enough there was one message, and
that message was from Gary.  She listened intently as he spoke.

   "Hey, sis, I'm sorry I missed you.  I was just wondering how you were
doing.  I also have something for you that I'll be sending in the mail. 
You do have a DVD player, don't you?  Give me a call when you get this."

   Marlene broke down and cried.  It wasn't over.  She knew her brother. 
She heard the cloaked threat.  He was taking a renewed interest in her, and
that meant nothing but trouble for her.  Why now?  Why her?  Why couldn't
he find someone in Dallas to torment, and then she remembered.  He just
retired last year and had a lot of time on his hands.  With his wife gone
and the kids grown up, he needed something or someone to occupy his time.
No woman would show any interest in him, and unfortunately she was his
prime target!

   She couldn't do this alone.  She couldn't deal with her brother by
herself.  She wasn't strong enough.  She needed someone to lean on, someone
who could stand up to him.  Did she dare involve Rich?  Their relationship
was so new.  He didn't know her well enough.  She was afraid it would ruin
their relationship before they even had a chance to get started.  She
didn't want to scare him off.  Oh my God, if he knew the things she had
done, he would be gone in a minute.  No, that would never do.

   There was no sense in prolonging the agony.  She knew she had to call
Gary.  She might as well get it out of the way now.  She dialed his number
and waited.  He answered on the second ring.

   "Hello," he said.

   "Hi, Gary," she replied sullenly.

   "Hey, Mo, how are you doing?"

   "I'm fine, Gary."

   "That's good to hear.  You know, I really miss you."

   "I don't miss you."

   He laughed.

   "Aaaahhhh, Mo, didn't we have a good time when I was up there?" He
laughed.

   "It's not funny, Gary.  I don't want you to contact me anymore."

   "I'm sorry you feel that way because I think we're going to be spending
a great deal of time together."

   "What are you talking about?"

   "I sent you a package.  Give me a call after you receive it, and we'll
talk."

   "Fine!"

   "By the way did you remove the barbells from your nipples?"

   "No," she replied.

   "Good girl!  When we get off the phone, take a picture of your tits with
your cell phone and send it to me.  I want to see what they look like."

   "Gary, I don't think that's..."

   "Just do it!" He said, and then he hung up.

   Marlene hated her brother, and even more hated the things that he forced
her to do.  What choice did she have?  If she didn't send him a picture, he
would make her life miserable.  Why did he send her a DVD?

   Taking off her bikini top, she put her phone in camera mode and snapped
a picture.  She hated seeing pictures of herself.  She was especially
self-conscious where her breasts were concerned.  They weren't as full as
they use to be although they weren't that bad yet.  She reluctantly sent
the picture to her brother.

   Her nipples were for the most part healed.  It took several months for
her to recover from the piercings, but she was learning to live with them.
She wasn't quite sure why she didn't take the barbells out.  Well, that's
not totally true.  She found that after the barbells had been in for a
week, they actually felt good.  Her nipples were now constantly hard and
erect, and, if anything brushed against them, it would automatically
trigger her sensitive clit.  Her panties were wet most of the time because
she was almost always in a constant state of arousal.  Just sitting at her
desk working on her computer caused her bra to brush against her nipples
sending chills up and down her spine.  It's just that when she was at all
aroused her judgment was impaired.  That wasn't at all in her best interest
since she tended to show poor judgment anyway.

   She was concerned how Rich might react to the barbells piercing her
nipples?  That's one reason why she wasn't pushing the sex thing with him,
but she wasn't concerned enough to take them out.  The bottom line was that
she simply loved the arousal.  It appealed to the slutty side of her
personality.

   Little did she know that nothing that her brother Gary did was left to
chance.  She didn't give him enough credit.  He was far more calculating
then she could ever imagine, and it could very well lead to her demise. 
For example, he knew exactly what he was doing when he pierced her nipples.
He was well aware that those little barbells would drive her absolutely
crazy and keep her constantly aroused.  That's the way he wanted her.  He
also knew she was a sexual creature and wouldn't take them out.

   A few months ago when Gary traveled up North to visit his mother and
attend his class reunion, his intent was to stay for a few days and then to
return to Dallas.  He had serious reservations about making the trip in the
first place, knowing how his sister felt about him.  They had not
communicated for many years, ever since she confronted him and read him
that scathing letter.  She for the most part blamed him for all her
problems and said that because of him she had to undergo years of
counseling.  This only infuriated him, but he never shared that with her.
He simply said 'I'm sorry' when in fact he never felt any remorse.

   As far as Gary was concerned, he did all of his sisters a favor.  He
taught them the facts of life at an early age and kept them out of trouble.
He thought he was being a good brother when he introduced them to the finer
points of pleasing a man.  He saw nothing wrong with it.

   Demented?  Twisted?  Yes, Gary's thinking was both demented and twisted.
Why else would he sexual abuse all three of his sisters for so many years?
When he left home to make his own way in the world, Marlene was a senior in
high school.  Throughout her junior and senior high school years, her
brother was her life.  She knew nothing else.  He wouldn't allow it.  Night
after night she fed on his cock and catered to his whims while other kids
were going to school dances and the movies.  Then he just moved out and
left.  She felt abandoned.  She didn't know what to do with herself.  She
had no social life.  As a matter of fact she had no social skills.  She
didn't relate well to people.  She had no friends.  She ended up fucking
every guy that she met.  She had no idea what a normal relationship was
like or even how to act around a guy.  The only experience she had with the
opposite sex was with Gary and his friend Matt.

   During her senior year of high school Marlene ended up seducing one of
her teachers.  She got pregnant, and he married her.  This marriage was
destined to fail.  It wasn't built on a solid foundation.  After
twenty-five years of turmoil and countless affairs, it ended in divorce. 
The only good that came out of that marriage were two beautiful children
that were now grown up and on their own.  Since that time she has been in
and out of relationships looking for the right guy.

   Three months ago on his first night back in the old house Gary was on
his way back to his bedroom after brushing his teeth.  He heard noises
coming from Marlene's room.  He listened at the door and heard her moan. 
He could also hear what sounded like a vibrator.  He knocked on the door,
and it suddenly became quiet.

   At that moment Gary knew that his sister wasn't a changed woman.  She
was still the slut that he remembered from so many years ago.  She wrote
that letter simply to put him on a guilt trip.  He recalled countless
nights where she would lay between his legs and caress his cock with her
eyes closed.  She would rub his cock all over her lips as she whispered to
it.  It was at that point that he knew that after all these years he could
regain control of his little sister.  ____________________________________



   Several days later a package arrived for Marlene.

   "Marlene, UPS delivered this today.  It's from your brother," her mother
said, handing her the package.

   "Thanks, mom," Marlene said, snatching it up and taking it upstairs with
her.

   "Aren't you going to open it?" she asked as Marlene walked up the
stairs.

   "Later, mom.  Right now I'm exhausted and hot and need a shower."

   She quickly made it to her room and locked the door.  She ripped open
the package and found the DVD.  Thank God her mother didn't open it.  She
popped it into the DVD player and hit play on the remote.

   The title screen came on in blazing red letters - "Mo Steps Out." It
then cut to the strip tease she performed in front of Gary's friends. 
There was some creative editing that protected the identities of the men in
attendance.  Obviously she was the focal point of the video production, and
it was quite evident that she was enjoying herself as she sucked and fucked
her way for over three hours.  This was no amateur production.  It was done
by a professional that knew his stuff.  If this ever became public, Mo's
reputation in the community would be ruined.  Her career would most
certainly be over.

   Marlene slowly removed her clothes as her eyes were glued to the screen.
Gary's friends were double teaming her now fucking her in the cunt and up
the ass.  She saw the lust burning in her eyes as the camera moved in for a
close-up.

   Marlene reached in the drawer and pulled out her favorite dildo.  She
pushed the button and it came to life as she rubbed it all over her tits,
giving a lot of attention to her hard, throbbing nipples.

   On screen she bucked like a banshee and thrashed about wildly as she was
overcome by another climax.  One of many caught on tape.  She was on an
orgasmic rollercoaster as the men used her for their own gratification

   Mo buried the dildo in her hot hole and turned it on high.  The video
only became more bizarre as the events of that evening were replayed in
living color.  She came when Gary pierced her right nipple just like she
came on tape.  She watched herself orgasm as her orgasm played out in real
life.  She gazed at her glassy eyes and saw the lust that permeated her
very being.  The video at the very least was damning, and she knew that her
brother held all the cards.  There wasn't anything she wouldn't do to keep
this DVD from going public.

   As she hit the stop button, she lay back on her bed despondent.  Why did
she allow this to happen?  What did Gary want from her?

   Then she remembered what he told her on the phone and knew that she
better call him.  She couldn't afford to get him upset.  She picked up her
cell phone and dialed his number.

   "Hello."

   "It's me, Gary," she said flatly.

   "Well, how's my favorite sister doing?" he chuckled.

   "Do you have other copies of this DVD?" she asked.

   He laughed.

   "What do you think?" he said still chuckling.

   "Please don't do this to me."

   "It's too late.  I have plans, and you're a big part of them.  By the
way, thanks for the picture."

   "You're welcome."

   "Your jewelry looks nice.  How do they feel?"

   "All right, I guess," she replied.

   "Just all right?" he chuckled.

   Tears welled up in Marlene's eyes.  He knew her too well.  He knew
exactly what those damn barbells were doing to her.

   "What do you want from me, Gary?"

   "I just want to help you to discover your real calling in life, Mo," he
said.

   "I don't know what you mean," she replied.

   "I'll explain everything to you later.  Right now I'm concerned about
you."

   "What do you mean, concerned?" she asked.

   "Well, I noticed that your tits are somewhat flat."

   "Please don't be vulgar," she said stiffly.

   "Look, at the rate you're going, they're going to be as flat as pancakes
in a few years."

   More tears flowed caused by his demeaning comments.  Worst of all he was
voicing her own worst fear.  For some time she'd been concerned about the
loss of fullness to her breasts.  She was in her fifties and knew that she
couldn't keep her youthful figure indefinitely, but aging was something she
didn't cope with very well.

   "Don't cry.  I think I have a solution.  I want you to check your
e-mail. I've sent you an article and some instructions.  I've also mailed
you a package.  You should receive it tomorrow afternoon.  It shipped today
FedEx next day air."

   "What is it?"

   "You'll find out soon enough.  Just check your e-mail and then get back
to me."

   "Gary, I don't want any of this.  I've met someone, and I have a chance
to be happy.  Please don't spoil it for me.  Just leave me alone.  I'm not
asking for too much," she pleaded.

   "It's too late, sis.  Be sure to check your e-mail."

   Click!  Gary hung up.

   "That bastard!  I hate him so much!" she thought, feeling the
frustration that was caused by the total lack of control that she had over
her own life.

   Marlene booted up her computer and signed on to AOL.  She had to find
out what this was all about.  She o pened her e-mail and sure enough there
was a message from her brother.

   Hi Mo,

   If you're reading this than evidently we have already talked.  I won't
beat around the bush (although I do like to play with your bush lol). 
Seriously, you are an extremely beautiful and sensuous woman considering
your age.  I know of no other woman in their mid fifties who can compare
with you.  You're also the biggest slut I know.  Take that as a compliment.

   That being said, I think you know as well as I, that there is one part
of your body that is deteriorating rapidly - your tits which incidentally
use to be one of your best features.  Alas, they are fading quickly.

   There is a solution.  It's called induced lactation which can give you
back the large, full tits that you once had.

   Read the attached article and then call me.  I'll explain everything to
you.

   Me

   The attached article was entitled "Induced Lactation." She read the
first few paragraphs and discovered that lactation could be induced by
mechanical manipulation.

   "Is he insane?  Does he really expect me to produce breast milk at my
age?" she thought.

   Marlene nursed two children.  She was past that stage of her life
although she loved every moment that she breast fed.  If the truth be
known, she actually found breastfeeding very arousing and nursed her
children for as long as she possibly could.

   She continued to read.  The article was written by a well known
physician, and he obviously knew what he was talking about.  She learned
that prolactin, the milk-making hormone, and oxytocin, the milk-releasing
hormone, were produced in response to nipple stimulation.  Even though she
found all of this fascinating, there was no way she was going to allow her
brother to manipulate her in this manner.  After all she was 54 years old.
She needed to be strong and tell him in no uncertain terms that she would
have no part of this.

   After finishing the article she called her brother back.

   "Gary, this is Marlene."

   "Well, I see you're right on top of things," he replied.

   "Don't get the wrong impression, Gary.  It's not what you think.  Are
you proposing that I induce lactation at my age?" she asked.

   "That's exactly what I want you to do, Mo," he replied.

   "There's no way I'll do it," she said adamantly.

   Marlene needed to make a firm stand and put an end to this insanity
before it got out of hand.  She would not cater to the demented desires of
her brother.  It needed to end right now.

   "Mo, are you near your computer?"

   "Yes."

   "Open your browser and type in the following address -
www.motheslut.com."

   Marlene with a sense of foreboding did as her brother directed.  She
typed in the address and hit the enter key.  Her jaw dropped open aghast at
the page that loaded into her browser.  The title in blazing red letters
was the first thing that caught her eye - "Mo the Slut!" Under that was a
picture of her practically naked in a sexy pose.  There was also a link
inviting the viewer to join the site.  The rest of the page contained more
pictures of her with links to brief teasers previewing the videos that
viewers could have access to with a membership.

   She called her brother back mad as hell.

   "You son-of-a-bitch!  What do you think you're doing?"

   "I don't like your attitude, Mo, and I won't have you speaking to me
like that."

   "But you posted that damn site online!"

   "Type in the address again," Gary said.

   Marlene retyped the web address and a page came up that said
"Unauthorized Access.  This page is not available."

   "Where did it go?"

   "The website is password protected.  Right now no one can access it but
me.  Whether that changes or not is entirely up to you."

   "This is blackmail!"

   "Call it whatever you like.  The point is that you will do what I say or
that Internet site will become public and copies of your DVD will be sent
to your employer, mom, your friends...  I think you get the idea."

   There was a moment of silence.

   "What do you want from me?" she whimpered.

   "If you read the article than you know that many women have induced
lactation with only mechanical stimulation."

   "Yes," she replied cautiously.

   "Well, dear sister, that's exactly what you're going to do in order to
restore your tits to their former glory."

   "Please, Gary, I'm too old.  God, I'm in my mid fifties!"

   "You're never too old to look your best.  I don't like flat tits," he
said.  "I want your tits big and full.  As a matter of fact I want them
bigger than they were before."

   "Gary..."

   "I don't want to hear any more whining," he warned.

   "Why me, Gary?"

   "Well, Mo, the kids are all grown up and out on their own.  My wife
abandoned me.  I'm now retired and have a lot of time on my hands.  I'm
bored and lonely.  When I visited you a few months ago I realized what a
cock-loving slut you still are," he replied.

   "But I have a life of my own now!"

   "You're mine, Mo.  We're going to have a lot of good times together," he
chuckled.

   Marlene felt trapped.  She tried to think of a way out of this, but
there wasn't any.  What about her relationship with Rich?  She had such
high hopes.

   "Tomorrow you'll receive a hospital grade electric breast pump in the
mail.  Read the instructions carefully.  You need to pump every four hours
for fifteen minutes."

   "That's impossible.  I have a job!"

   "Mo, you're on summer break.  I know you only work a couple of mornings
a week at school.  The rest of the day is yours to do with as you please,"
he said.

   "But what happens when I go back to work full-time in September?"

   "We'll worry about that when the time comes.  You should be producing
milk in one to four weeks."

   "I don't think this is going to work, Gary."

   "Mo, it's been going on for centuries.  In bible days it was called wet
nursing.  In third world countries women induced lactate to care for
orphans.  Here in the United States it's done for adopted children.  Trust
me, it'll work."

   "I still have my doubts," she replied, formulating a plan in her head.
Maybe there was a way out of this after all.

   "Well, let's put it this way, Mo.  I expect you to be lactating in three
weeks.  If you're not, then the website goes public and the DVD's will be
mailed out."

   "That's not fair.  I have no control over whether this process will work
or not."

   "For your own good, you better hope it works," he said with finality. 
"I have to go.  Call me tomorrow after you receive the package."

   He hung up before she could reply.

   Marlene buried her head in her pillow and began to sob.  She was
trapped. How far would he take this?  Why even bother doing this to her
when he lived so far away?  She started pacing the room.  She couldn't take
it.  She needed to get out of there.  She went downstairs.

   "Hello, dear," Marlene's mom said as she walked down the stairs.

   "Hi, mom, I'm going for a ride.  I'll be back in a little while," she
said.

   "Is something wrong?" she asked.

   "No, everything is fine.  I just need to get out of the house for a
while," she said.

   Marlene got in her red Volkswagen Beetle and just started to drive.  She
took to the country roads where she could open it up.  That was the only
thing that helped her to unwind and clear her head.  She felt trapped and
was suddenly flooded with memories from so long ago.

   Marlene was under Gary's control for well over six years.  He controlled
her every waking hour, and she hated it and loved it at the same time.  She
acquired a love for her brother's cock and loved nothing better than
swallowing his cum.  She knew this was wrong and she felt guilty about it,
but she couldn't help herself and always gave in to his demands and came
back for more.  The flesh always won the battle as she allowed herself to
be used and degraded by her brother.  He made her feel like such a slut,
and after years of being under his control she had little if any
self-respect.

   After Gary left home it took years for her to come to terms with what he
did to her.  She eventually stopped blaming herself and realized that she
was the victim not the temptress as he would have her believe.  She saw how
he manipulated and used her for his own sexual gratification and nothing
else.

   Now he was suddenly back in her life and trying to gain control again.
This is not what she wanted.  She wanted to live her own life.  After a
miserable marriage she finally met a man that she could be happy with, and
Gary was going to ruin everything.

   Marlene drove for well over an hour before returning home.  There were
no easy answers, and she saw no way out of her present predicament.  She
would have to go along with her brother for the time being.

   "Dear, your brother called while you were out!" her mother exclaimed as
soon as she walked into the house.

   Marlene froze in her tracks.  She never expected to hear from him so
soon.

   "What did he want?"

   "Oh, I have wonderful news, dear!"

   "Really?"

   "Yes!  Your brother is coming up to see me again in a few weeks.  Isn't
that wonderful?"

   "Yes, that's just great," she said with no emotion whatsoever.

   "You don't sound very excited.  I thought you and Gary enjoyed each
others company?"

   "I'm just tired, mom.  We did have a good time, and I'm so glad he's
visiting again so soon," Marlene said, trying to lighten up and show some
enthusiasm while she cringed inside with horror unspeakable.  A visit from
Gary was just another opportunity for him to abuse her.  Unfortunately it
was Gary who had a good time at her expense. 
____________________________________



   On Saturday the package from her brother arrived.  She opened it in her
bedroom, knowing full well what it contained.  Did she have the strength to
resist him, or would she carry through with his diabolical scheme?  Was she
willing to suffer the consequences if she did try to resist him?

   The Symphony Breast Pump was a hospital grade pump with all the bells
and whistles including a car charger which added another level of mobility.
Marlene looked through all the pieces of equipment before finally picking
up the manual and lying back on her bed to read it.  She couldn't help but
feel somewhat excited at the prospect of what lay ahead although at the
same time she dreaded the fact that her brother had this level of control
over her.

   After reading the manual she realized that breast pumps had progressed
into the 21st century and were much more sophisticated then when she was
nursing her babies.  This particular pump had two program cards that were
interchangeable and operated in two phases - stimulation phase and
expression phase.  There was also a vacuum regulator knob that allowed you
to increase or decrease this setting.

   Strangely enough she found herself wet by the time she finished reading
the manual, and, although she didn't want to admit it to herself, she was
anxious to begin using the pump.  Her nipples were hard and aching.  She
knew it was time to call her brother and let him know that the package had
arrived.

   "Hello."

   "Gary, this is Marlene.

   "I take it you have received the package."

   "Yes."

   "Did you open it?"

   "Yes."

   "And?"

   "I've assembled it and read the instruction manual," she replied.

   "My, but you have been a busy little girl," he chuckled.  "Did you
sterilize the unit?"

   "No, the Symphony sanitized version does not require washing before the
first use," she replied.

   "I can see that you're really getting into this, Mo.  Tell me, are your
nipples hard right now?"

   There was a moment of silence.  She didn't really want her brother to
know that the thought of using this device excited her, but she wasn't a
very good liar and thought better of it.

   "Yyyeeesss," she whispered.

   "I thought so, you little slut.  I take it your pussy is also wet?"

   "Yyyeeessss," she admitted.  She hated herself for reacting this way to
such a bizarre proposition.

   "Well, since you're so excited about getting started, there's probably
no sense in waiting until tomorrow to begin.  You may begin today."

   "Gary, can't we just forget about this?  It's not too late," Marlene
pleaded.

   "Not on your life.  Do you think I'm going to let your tits turn into
two flat pancakes?"

   Marlene cringed at the thought.

   "What if I don't go along with your plans?" she said, making one last
feeble attempt to escape from his clutches.

   "Mo, you know exactly what will happen if you don't obey me.  I'm not
going to explain it again.  You already have the web address.  Understand
that I am not a compassionate man.  I'm doing this purely for selfish
reasons.  Everything that I do to you is for my gratification and nothing
else.  Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

   "Yes, I hear you," she replied obviously irritated by his response.

   "Watch your tone of voice, little sister, I will not hesitate to chew
you up and spit you out," he threatened her.

   Gary really had no redeeming values.  The fact that he was ruining his
sister's life didn't faze him in the least.  He was dangerous because he
had no conscience otherwise he would not have used his sisters for his own
sexual gratification the way he did.  It was over for his two older
sisters, but for Marlene it was just beginning.

   "You can start pumping today.  I've sent you an e-mail with your pumping
schedule for the next few weeks, my little cow.  Let's just hope that you
start producing milk within that period of time, or else you'll be a very
unhappy lady.  I won't hesitate to send out those videotapes to all
interested parties and launch your website," he warned.

   "There's no need to threaten me, Gary.  I said I would do it," she
retorted.

   "It's not just a matter of doing it, Mo.  You need to produce," he
warned.

   "I understand, but what if..." she whimpered.

   "Mo, there are no ifs.  Just do what you're told and all will go well,"
he said, hanging up on her.

   Tears welled up in her eyes not so much because she had to follow
through with the breast pumping, but because of the way her brother was
debasing her.  He talked to her no different than he would talk to a common
street whore.

   After taking a long shower, Marlene checked her e-mail.  There was a
short note from Rich.  He missed her and wanted to take her out to dinner
this weekend.  She didn't know what to do.  She was so preoccupied with her
present dilemma that she forgot about him momentarily.

   She finally opened Gary's e-mail.

   Hi Mo,

   By now you have received the breast pump.  This is the key to the new
you, and I know you'll soon be amazed by the results.

   Here is what I want you to do.  For the next three weeks you are to pump
your tits for fifteen minutes every four hours from 6:00 AM until 10:00 PM.
Be sure to get your rest from 10:00 PM until 6:00 AM.  No late nights.  You
probably should consider giving up dating all together.

   You should see results by the end of the second week.  If not, I would
be concerned.

   I'll be in touch.

   Your loving brother, Gary

   Marlene shut down her computer.  It was almost 2:00 PM.  She could pump
three times today and get a jump on her brother's schedule.  She lay back
on her bed and checked to make sure she assembled the unit correctly.  It
looked as if everything was ready to go.  She picked up the first
breastshield and positioned it over her right areole.  At the same time she
turned on the unit and the stimulation phase began.  Her right tit was
being suckled rapidly to stimulate the milk ejection reflex.  She took the
second breastshield and attached it to her left areole.

   Since the unit was computer programmed, the stimulation phase continued
for two minutes and then automatically switched over to the expression
phase.  She could adjust the vacuum manually at any time and found that she
enjoyed a much higher vacuum level.  Her nipples always responded better to
rough treatment.  She already programmed the unit to run for fifteen
minutes.  It would shut-off automatically.

   The equipment was first rate and the most advanced system on the market
today.  Gary didn't spare any expense in order to insure the success of his
little experiment.

   As Marlene lay back, the breast pump did its work.  Her arousal was
great.  Her clit was hard and throbbing, and her pussy was dripping wet. 
All too soon the fifteen minutes was up, and the unit automatically turned
off.  Her nipples were sensitive, and she was horny as hell.  She would
have to wait until 6:00 PM before pumping again.

   Sick as it may seem, after the 6:00 PM pumping, Marlene was looking
forward to the 10:00 PM ritual.  The only concern she had was the damn
barbells that seemed to get in the way.  She would have to talk to Gary
about that.  She was already falling into a mode where she was totally
dependent on her brother, and this didn't bode well for her.  It was a trap
that she fell into once before when she was very young, and it was
happening again.

   Marlene was an extremely sensual woman and hypersexual by nature because
of what she was subjected to at such an early age.  The constant
stimulation that her nipples were receiving every four hours was already
having an adverse effect on her.  It might indeed end up stimulating her
milk ducts which would result in lactation, but the immediate side effect
was an unnatural arousal that kept her on the edge all the time.

   At the 10:00 PM pumping she retrieved one of her large dildos to relieve
the itch in her cunt that was driving her mad.  During the stimulation
phase she inserted the dildo in her wet sopping hole and watched as it
slowly disappeared from view.  It felt so good to have something filling
her.  She really needed a man.  She had hoped things would progress a
little bit faster with Rich.  She thought it was a good idea to get to know
each other better and take it slow, but at the same time she wondered about
his cock.  Was it long?  Was it thick?  Would it fill her?  Was he man
enough to satisfy her sexual cravings?  These thoughts drew her closer and
closer to her impending climax.

   While lost in thought on the verge of an orgasm, her cell phone rang. 
She was distracted and picked up the phone in order to check the caller ID.
It was her brother.

   "Damn!  What does he want at this hour?" she thought.

   She reluctantly answered it as she worked the dildo deeper into her
steaming tunnel.

   "Hello."

   "Hi, Mo, this is Gary.  How is it going?" he asked.

   "Everything is going fine," she replied.

   "Did you use the breast pump today?"

   "Yes, I'm using it right now for the third time today," she said as a
moan escaped her lips.

   "Are you doing anything else?" he asked.

   "What do you mean?"

   "You heard me.  Are you simply using the breast pump or are you doing
something else while you pump?" he asked obviously irritated.

   "I don't think it's any of your business what I do in the privacy of my
bedroom," she retorted.

   "Everything you do is my business, you little slut, and I know right now
you probably have one of your toys buried in your cunt.  Am I right?"

   "You don't have to be so crude, Gary!" she moaned.

   "You are getting off, aren't you?  Take the fucking dildo out of your
cunt.  You are not to cum!" he ordered.

   "What!" she exclaimed.

   "You heard me!  Take it out!" he said more insistently.

   Marlene reluctantly removed her favorite toy from her overheated pussy.
She was so aroused.  Her nipples were throbbing as the machine continued to
work on them.  She cried in frustration as she threw it on the floor.

   "It's out!  Are you happy?" she cried.

   "You are not to orgasm unless you have my permission."

   "Are you out of your mind?" she wailed.

   "You can say whatever you like, but I'm very serious, Mo," he retorted.

   "You can't control me like that!" she said, standing her ground.  He was
going too far now.

   At that point the machine came to a halting stop.  Her fifteen minutes
were over as the breastshields fell off of her throbbing nipples.

   "I can and I will.  Don't think for one minute I won't know when you
have disobeyed me.  You are so transparent.  Even your tone of voice gives
you away when you're telling a lie."

   Gary was right.  She could never hide anything from him.  Whenever she
wasn't truthful it was evident in her whole demeanor.  Not only her tone of
voice but she always blushed and her eyes gave her away.  She just couldn't
be deceitful.  It was against her very nature.

   "You can't tell me when I can cum!" she cried.

   "Yes I can, Mo, and, if you cum without my permission, that website will
be online faster than you can blink your eyes."

   Marlene felt so helpless.  It was as if she had no control over any part
of her life.  Her brother was even invading the intimacy of her bedroom.

   "If you're a good little slut, I'll let you cum when you first start to
produce breast milk," he laughed.  "Even one drop will earn you that
right."

   "But pumping my breasts gets me so horny.  I can't take it.  How do you
expect me to pump every four hours and not get aroused?" she replied.  Her
voice was forlorn and filled with anguish.

   "I'm sure you'll think of something.  If you get real close, just double
up a belt and smack your nasty cunt," he laughed.  "I'll tell you what. 
I'll send you a belt that you can use."

   "I hate you so much, you bastard.  Some day you'll pay dearly for what
you're doing to me," she whimpered.

   "That may be true, but it won't happen in your lifetime," he chuckled.
"Hey, Mo, I'm not all bad.  I'll tell you what.  You can remove the
barbells in your nipples if you make sure to keep the piercings open.  I
have plans for them later on.

   Marlene broke down and cried openly.  She tried to please him, but he
was taking it much too far.  How did she ever allow herself to be trapped
like this by him?  She was use to cuming every night.  How could she
survive this abstinence being forced upon her?

   It was another sleepless night for Marlene as she tried to put out the
fire that was raging out of control between her legs.  The only consolation
was that she was able to remove the barbells.  Her oversensitive nipples
were a constant source of torment to her now.  They only rekindled the fire
burning between her legs.

   The next morning as she was just about to get in her car, her cell phone
rang.  It was Gary.

   "Did you cum last night?" he asked.

   "No," she replied firmly.

   There was a long, awkward moment of silence.

   "OK.  Have a good day," he said and hung up.

   Gary was checking on her.  He didn't trust her, but he knew her so well.
Her tone of voice would tell him a tale if there was one to be told. 
Marlene knew exactly what he was doing.  She had to fight off any moments
of weakness she might have.  ____________________________________



   Ten days passed, and Marlene was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. 
Gary called her every morning and asked her the same question.  True to his
word, he did indeed send her a black leather strap to use on herself. 
Although she was offended that he would dare send her such an item, she
ended up using it on herself numerous times to keep herself from orgasming.
Each time it ended the same way with her frustration growing greater and
greater, and the itch between her legs demanding to be satisfied.

   She looked forward to the breast pump in spite of the unsatisfied lust
that was growing more acute with each passing day.  She wanted that first
drop of milk to appear more than her brother if that was possible but for
different reasons.  For her it finally meant relief from the sexual tension
that was building beyond a fever pitch within her.  All she could think
about was cock, and many times her imagination got the best of her as she
conjured up all kinds of images.  She was even distracted during the few
mornings she needed to work during the summer.

   Deep down inside she had her doubts.  She knew of no one else who ever
induced lactation through mechanical stimulation.  This could all be a ruse
perpetrated by her sick demented brother.  She wouldn't put it past him to
try something like this just to make her look like a fool, but why would he
go through all that expense for a practical joke?

   Marlene detested Gary now more than ever.  He was so selfish and
self-centered.  It was all about him.  She suffered while he sat back and
orchestrated new ways to amuse himself at her expense.  At least before he
forced his way back into her life, she had her sexual urges under control.
Now they were running rampant and affecting every area of her life.  There
was no way she could function at school in September under these
conditions. Just thinking about it made her head spin.

   She saw Rich only once in the next two weeks.  He took her out to
dinner, and she had a hard time maintaining her composure.  It was so good
to see him and spend time with him, but at the same time so hard.  She
tried to keep the conversation light, but she was preoccupied with
everything that was going on in her life.  Her world was being turned
upside down, and she was helpless to do anything about it.

   It was 10:00 PM on the eight day of pumping.  Her nipples were so
sensitive now that they were like triggers that sent shockwaves to her
clit. During the stimulation phase she was ready to explode.  Her pussy
lips quivered and her clit throbbed as she felt the impending climax coming
on.  With tears in her eyes, she reluctantly took the black belt that Gary
sent her and doubled it over.

   "It's the only way," she told herself as she brought it down full force
between her widespread legs, landing directly on her clit.

   "Ooooooooowwwww!" she wailed as the stinging pain warded off the
impending orgasm.  The pump continued to drone on as it automatically
switched to the expression phase.  During this phase the pump slowed down
but the vacuum increased as her nipples were slowly drawn into the
breastshield and then released.

   As she wiped the tears from her eyes, she spotted several clear drops of
liquid inside the right breastshield.  She grew excited as she carefully
examined them through the shield and realized that the drops came from her
nipple.

   She grew excited as she remembered what the article said about the onset
of lactation.  It followed a particular pattern which usually began with
clear drops which in time became more opaque and whiter.  The drops would
build to milk spray and finally to a steady stream of breast milk.

   Marlene's milk supply was beginning to come in.  It really worked, and
she grew more excited as she dialed Gary's number.

   "Hello, Mo," Gary said.

   He must have checked his caller ID before answering.

   "Gary, it's begun!" she said excitedly.

   "What's begun?  What are you talking about?" he asked.

   "What do you think?"

   "You're producing milk?" he asked incredulously.

   "Well, not exactly, but there were two clear drops that seeped from my
right nipple, and now I can see that my left nipple is also leaking a clear
fluid."

   "That's good news.  Your milk sacks will be lactating in no time," he
chuckled.

   "Don't be so crude!"

   "Look, Mo, you're going to be my little cow so get use to the
terminology," he said irritated.

   "You promised me something..."

   "I want proof.  Send me a picture.  Take it with the camera on your
phone, and I'll call you back," he said hanging up.

   Marlene put her phone in camera mode and aimed it at her right nipple.
Several drops of liquid were clearly visible in the shield.  She opened a
new text message, attached the picture, and sent it to her brother.

   The machine switched back to stimulation mode as the fifteen minutes
quickly came to an end.  Her nipples were gently squeezed as the program
neared completion.  The pump went silent.  It was finished.

   Marlene removed the breastshields and cleaned them while she waited for
Gary to call back.  Her clit tingled in anticipation.

   Her phone rang, and she quickly picked it up.

   "Hello," she said anxiously.

   "Well, it looks as if we're getting results sooner than I anticipated,
slut," he said.

   "Gary, please don't call me that," she said.

   "I'm just calling it the way I see it, Mo.  Do you want to cum?" he
asked.

   "You know I do," she quickly replied.

   "How bad do you want to cum?" he asked.

   "Please don't play games with me, Gary.  I'm climbing the walls for
Christ's sake," she complained.

   "It's just like I said.  You're a nasty slut.  I saw it in your eyes the
first time you laid eyes at my cock so many years ago," he chuckled.  "Lie
down on the bed and get out your favorite toy."

   "I can do this myself.  I don't need your help!" she protested.  "Please
don't defile the sanctity of my bedroom."

   "We do it my way or not at all," he answered.

   "I hate you so much!" she hissed as she opened her bottom drawer and
took out her favorite vibrator.

   "And that's what makes it so good for me, little sister.  You'll do
everything I say no matter how much you detest it," he laughed.  "Now lie
back on your bed and spread your slutty legs wide open.

   Marlene did as she was told.  She no longer cared.  She needed relief in
the worst way.  He already stripped her of her dignity.  What difference
did it make now?

   "Are your legs spread wide?" he asked.

   "Yes," she whispered.

   "Are you using your vibrator?"

   "Yes," she replied.  He knew her too well.

   He laughed.

   "Lick it, and get it nice and wet," he ordered.

   She obeyed as she ran her tongue up and down the length of the large
vibrator that was shaped like a cock.

   "Now take it in your mouth and suck on it.  Close your eyes," he said
softly.

   Mo obeyed.  She loved sex play over the phone, and Gary knew it.

   "Take it deeper into your slutty mouth," he murmured.  "Imagine that
your lips are wrapped around my nice, juicy cock.  Take my cock deep and
run your tongue all over it."

   She groaned as she pushed the dildo deeper into her mouth to the back of
her throat.  Her pussy was tingling, and she knew that her sweet nectar was
dripping onto the sheets below her.  She felt like such a slut as she
slurped on the large vibrator entering her throat.  She had a very vivid
imagination and did fantasize that it was her brother's large cock that she
was sucking on.

   "That's it.  Suck on it," he said.

   Marlene was on fire and wanted in the worst way to touch herself, but
Gary was calling the shots.  She didn't want to do anything to upset him.

   "Getting hot, sis?  Is your pussy wet?" he chided her.  "Take that nice
wet vibrator and turn it on.  Circle your areoles with it but don't touch
your nipples."

   "Oh Gary, please let me cum!" she begged.

   "You will, whore."

   His cruel words cut deeply into her like a knife, but she didn't care.
Circling her nipples was driving her crazy.  Her clit itched and she wanted
to touch it in the worst way.  Her eyes were still closed as she licked her
lips and ran the pulsating vibrator all over her areoles, teasing herself.

   "Are your nipples hard, Mo?" he whispered.

   "Oh God, yes!" she moaned.

   "Press the tip of the vibrator into your right nipple," he ordered.

   She obeyed, triggering a cataclysmic reaction that traveled from her
nipple to her throbbing clit.

   "Oh fuck, yes!" she hissed.

   "Now the other nipple, whore," he ordered.

   She pressed the vibrator into her left nipple as her hips gyrated and
lifted off of the bed.

   "Are you a slut, Mo?" Gary asked.

   "Oh, yes, I'm a slut.  I'm anything you want me to be," she groaned.

   "Does my slut want to cum?"

   "Yes!  Yes!  I want to cum so badly," she begged.

   "Move the vibrator down your belly and stop just above your big, slutty
clit!" he whispered.

   Mo worked the vibrator down slowly as her hips continued to move on
their own.  She couldn't remain still as the vibrator finally rested just
above her clit.

   "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned as her hips bucked out of control.

   "Tell me what you are!"

   "I'm a slut!" she groaned.

   "Whose slut?" he pressed her.

   "Your slut," she moaned.  She would say anything.  She was so close. 
Her head felt like it was going to explode.

   "Yes, you're my slut, Mo, and don't forget it.  Soon you'll be my slut
cow, and then we'll really have some fun," he whispered tauntingly.

   "Oooohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned.

   "Move the vibrator lower and press it into your clit," he whispered. 
"Imagine that it's my cock pressing into your clit, and when I do come back
up there you'll have more cock than you can handle."

   "Oh yes!  I want cock!" she wailed as she shook out of control.

   "Aaaaaaaaagggghhhhhh!" she wailed.

   All the pent-up passion of the past couple of weeks came to a head as
she exploded.

   "Drive that fucking vibrator up your whore hole," Gary hissed.

   Mo obeyed, driving it home in one swift push.  It hummed and buzzed
within her lifting her over the next peak as another climax racked her
shuddering body.

   "Aaaaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed as her whole body spasmed.

   She grabbed the end of the vibrator and worked it in and out of her
overheated hole as another climax was unleashed within her.  She thought
she was going to lose her mind as her body bucked out of control.

   "Aaaaaaaggghhhhh!"

   There was a knock at the door.

   "Are you all right, dear?" her mother asked.

   Marlene froze.  What was she doing up?  Damn!

   "Yes, mother.  I'm fine," she answered as the unexpected intrusion
brought her back to reality.  She slowly and reluctantly removed the
vibrator from her spasming pussy, knowing that it would probably be a while
before it received that kind of attention again.

   Gary chuckled, realizing that his mother caught Mo in the act.

   "Did mom almost catch you?  You should have invited her in so that she
could see what a nasty little whore you are!" he chided her.

   "Gary, why do you hate me so much?" she cried.

   "I don't hate you, sis.  If I did, I wouldn't be wasting my time on
you," he said.  "I want you to get a web cam.  It was great hearing your
slutty groaning, but next time I want to see you cum.  I want to see the
lust written all over your face."

   "Is that really necessary?" she protested.

   "Nothing is necessary, Mo.  Does it bother you?"

   "Yes," she replied.

   Maybe he would relent and forget about it.

   "Good!  Be sure to pick one up tomorrow and have it ready to go.  We'll
use Windows Live Messenger."

   "How far do you plan on taking this?" she asked resentfully.  "I want my
life back."

   "Look, if you don't want to get the webcam, then don't.  Just be
forewarned that if there's no webcam then you don't cum."

   Since her divorce from Joe, it was a nightly ritual for Marlene.  She
was no ordinary woman who could get by with sex once or twice a week. 
Marlene was different.  She was an extremely sensual woman and needed to
cum every night.  It was part of her sickness.  It was something that she
couldn't help.  She was hypersexual, a polite term for a nymphomaniac.

   Gary was testing her way beyond her endurance.  First he took away her
lifeline by depriving her of an orgasm unless she performed to his
expectations.  Then he only allowed her to cum on rare occasions which, for
a woman who was use to cuming every night, was maddening.  Now he was
making even more demands.  Allow him to watch, or she would be denied
completely.

   Marlene was trapped, and she knew it.  For the time being she had to do
everything that her brother demanded.  Hopefully she would find a way to
break his strong hold on her.  Tomorrow she would go out and buy a webcam.
She had no choice.  As it stood now he wasn't going to allow her another
orgasm until the milk started to flow.  She wasn't sure she could wait that
long.  She was already feeling the first signs of arousal, and it was less
than an hour ago that she orgasmed three times in succession. 
____________________________________



   Four more days passed, and Mo was faithful to her daily ritual of
pumping her breasts every four hours.  Gary provided the perfect motivation
to keep his sister faithful to her task.  Her life depended on it.  Plus
the itch in her cunt demanded that she succeed.  She must produce milk and
soon.  The drops continued and turned milky as the days progressed.

   On the fifth day during her 10:00 PM pumping she noticed a coating of
milk on her right breastshield.  She grew excited at what this meant.  Her
breasts were producing more than simply drops.  She increased the pressure
by adjusting the vacuum regulator knob.

   Marlene went back and reread the article on induced lactation.  The
first time she read the article she was wary.  Now she read it with renewed
enthusiasm.  It made sense.  She missed it the first time around.  Through
nipple stimulation prolactin is secreted.  This prompts a signal to the
brain from the breast to release oxytocin, which is the key to start the
ejection of the milk.

   She called Gary to tell him the good news.  She was even more excited
that she would be able to satisfy the fire burning in her loins once again.

   "Hello," he answered.

   "Gary, it's Marlene.  There's milk in the breastshield," she said.

   "Already?"

   "Yes, it happened a few minutes ago."

   "Open Messenger and start a video conference.  I have to see this," he
said.

   Marlene moved to her computer and started the program.  Her tits were
still in the middle of the expression phase, but it was obvious that she
had some secretion.  Certainly nothing major, but it was a start.

   Soon she saw her brother sitting at his computer with a smirk on his
face.  She imagined she was quite a sight sitting in front of him naked
from the waist up with the twin pumps sucking away at her stiff nipples.

   "Yes, it's quite obvious that this technique is indeed working, and you
have responded in record time.  I would imagine that it's only a matter of
days before your milk begins to flow."

   Marlene blushed for the first time.  She felt so vulnerable.  The breast
pump continued to drone on as it did its work.

   "I suppose you think you've earned an orgasm," Gary queried.

   "Well, haven't I?" Marlene replied.

   He waited a moment to consider.

   "Yes, I guess you have," he said.

   Marlene hated the control he had over her.  He was dominating every
facet of her life.  How did it happen?  When would it end?

   "May I please have some privacy tonight?" she asked.

   "Of course, not.  If you want an orgasm that badly, you'll have to
perform."

   The pump stopped, and Marlene removed the breastshields.

   "What do you want me to do?" she asked meekly.

   "Let's do something different.  Dance for me, and I'll think of
something."

   "Honestly, this is ridiculous!" she protested.

   "Do it, or we'll call it a night.  I don't have time to waste," he
warned her now irritated.

   Gary held all the cards.  Either she played the game his way, or she
didn't play at all.  He put on some rock music with a steady beat, and Mo
started dancing.  She got into it and started moving her hips.  She was
sopping wet.

   "Get rid of the g-string.  I want you naked," he ordered.

   Marlene stepped out of her g-string as she continued to dance.  She was
so hot and horny.  Her clit tingled as she watched her brother staring at
her.

   Gary sat back in his chair and opened his bath robe, exposing his long
hard cock.  He started to stroke it as he watched his sister dance.

   "The little slut is really getting into it," he thought.

   "Let's spice it up a little, sis.  Get your six inch red slut heels on,"
he said.

   She quickly put on her heels and started to dance again.  Her mouth
started to water as she gazed at her brother, stroking his cock.  She was
unsteady on her feet as she licked her lips.  She was overcome with lust.
The sight of his cock was too much for her to bear.

   "Oh God, I haven't had a cock in so long.  How I would love to wrap my
lips around his piece of meat," she thought.

   Indeed, Marlene, being the sensual woman that she was, went without cock
for far too long.  After her brother left town, she focused on her
relationship with Rich.  He wanted to take it slow.  She admired this
quality in him.  He was the first man in a long time who wanted to get to
know her as a person rather than simply rip her clothes off.

   She was having second thoughts though.  Between depriving herself and
the forced deprivation at the hands of her brother, she was now little more
than a lust crazed slut.  She was almost always horny and highly aroused.
Her mind was a cesspool of erotic visions where she was the victim being
used for others sexual gratification.  In these visions she was surrounded
by cock, and there were never enough to satisfy her.  Every waking thought
focused on sex.

   "You have that look in your eyes, Mo.  Do you like what you see?  Do you
wish that you could wrap your lips around my cock?" Gary said, tauntingly.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Marlene moaned as she grabbed her nipples and pulled on
them.  "Yes, dammit, I want your cock!"

   "Yes, I imagine you do," he laughed as he continued to stroke it.  "Pull
harder slut!  Pull your nipples until they hurt."

   Marlene hated herself for feeling this way.  Before his visit a few
months ago she was making a new beginning.  She met a wonderful man and
planned on spending the rest of her life with him.  Then he forced his way
back into her life and took control.  He was bringing out the worst in her,
and there was nothing she could do about it.  She wanted to be good, but
she was too weak to fight off the lustful thoughts and feelings that were
consuming her.

   Marlene squeezed and tugged on her sensitive tips with cruel force.  She
liked it rough.  There were times she dug her fingernails into her nipples
until they bled.  The rougher they were handled, the better she liked it.

   Gary watched his sexy sister and realized how fortunate he was to have
this kind of control over her once again.  Even now he was gathering more
evidence as he recorded his sister in this lascivious act.

   "I'm so fucking hot!" She moaned as her right hand traveled down her
abdomen toward her throbbing clit.

   "Yes, you are, little sister, and in more ways than one.  Your tits are
beginning to fill out already, and this is only the beginning!"

   "I bet you'd like to fuck me right now, Gary," she moaned.  "I bet you'd
like to stick your big dick in my hot little pussy."

   "I bet you'd like to wrap your lips around my cock and take it deep into
your throat," he retorted.

   "Mmmmmmmmmm!  Yes, and taste your hot cum as you spew load after load
down my throat," she groaned as two fingers burrowed into her hot hole.

   "Whore!  You're nothing but a nasty little whore!" He said as he stroked
his cock faster and faster.

   "Yeeeesssss!" She groaned as another finger joined her first two,
stretching her pussy even more.  Her hips gyrated in small circles to the
beat of the music as the impending climax quickly approached.

   "Fuck yourself you nasty slut!"

   Marlene added a fourth finger, and fucked her hot hole with a rapidity
that was staggering.  Her thumb pressed against her clit which triggered an
explosion that consumed her.

   "Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" She screamed as the climax roared through her body.
Her nipples grew harder and tingled as her body shook out of control.  She
looked like such a slut with her eyes glazed over and drool escaping from
the corners of her mouth.

   While she was lost in another world overcome with lust, Gary's cock
spurt forth a fountain of cum.  She further incriminated herself with this
new videotape that he most certainly would use against her.  She condemned
herself to a life of servitude.

   The next morning after pumping, she checked her e-mail before leaving
for school.  There was the usual spam and an e-mail from Rich and one from
Gary.  She opened the e-mail from Rich first.

   Hi Marlene,

   I hope that we can get together soon.  I know I've been busy, but I miss
you.  What about dinner tomorrow night.

   Love, Rich

   She quickly replied, telling him how much she would love to go out to
dinner but that she would have to be home by 9:30 to check on her mother.
She didn't want to leave her alone too long.  It was a lie, but he would
believe her.

   Then she opened the e-mail from her brother.  All it said in the body of
the e-mail was "Enjoy!" There was a wmv file attached.  She double clicked
on the attachment and Windows Media Player opened.

   "Oh my God!" she exclaimed as she saw herself dancing naked.  It was all
there, the whole scenario from last night, and she looked like such a
wanton slut in the video.  Tears welled up in her eyes when she thought of
the implications of this video.  It was just more ammunition that her
bastard brother would use against her.  She was digging a deep deep hole
that was getting harder and harder to climb out of.

   The following evening she had dinner with Rich, and then they took in a
movie.  He wanted to see the new Star Trek movie.

   "I've really enjoyed tonight," he said as he dropped her off at home.

   "Oh, Rich, I had a wonderful time, and you were right.  The movie was
awesome," she said hugging him.

   He gave her a peck on the cheek, smiled, and turned to leave.  This was
the boldest he had been since they started dating.  Then he suddenly
turned.

   "I'll call you next week.  I'll be out of town this week working on that
job in Rochester," he said.

   "OK.  Please drive carefully and be safe.  Call me.  Thanks for the
wonderful evening," she said, blowing him a kiss.

   He was such a wonderful man and so considerate.  She hoped their
relationship could survive her ordeal with her brother Gary. 
____________________________________



   Three days later at her 6:00 PM pumping her nipples sprayed forth white
liquid during the expression phase.  It was toward the end of the cycle and
there was only an ounce in each collection container, but this was
significant.  She was producing milk.

   She called Gary.  Her last climax was satisfying, but it only left her
wanting more.  Three days of deprivation were excruciatingly painful for
her.  The call went to voice mail which needless to say disappointed her.
She left him a message giving him the good news.  Right now she needed to
fix dinner for her mom.

   The evening crawled by slowly as she waited for a return call from Gary.
Why didn't he call her?  Why did he keep her waiting like this?  She was
unable to function or focus on the work that needed to be done.  Even
though she was at school only a couple of mornings a week, she was behind
on her work.  What would happen come September?

   Marlene was preoccupied with the task forced upon her by her brother,
the task of producing breast milk.  It consumed her every waking hour from
6 AM in the morning until 10 PM at night.  It became her only goal in life,
and along with that was the constant arousal which left her frustrated.

   Now that she was finally producing milk, he was ignoring her.  She found
it hard to believe he didn't receive her message by now.  He was playing
games with her.  He was going to make her wait.  He was going to make her
suffer.

   As Marlene lay in bed almost in a daze, the breast pump stopped bringing
her abruptly back to reality.  Her 10:00 PM session was over.  She was in a
semi-conscious dream-like state, where she imagined two muscular men were
kneeling beside her, sucking on her tits.  Alas, it was only the breast
pump, which was her constant companion for the past few weeks.

   She removed the breastshields and examined the collection containers. 
There was approximately 1 1/2 ounces of milk in each one.  Already her milk
production was increasing.  She added this milk to the other and put it in
the refrigerator.  She would need it as proof when her brother finally
decided to call.

   As Marlene stood before the mirror, she noticed that her breasts were
fuller.  For years she worried as she saw them lose some of their fullness.
It was an obsession with her.  She had nightmares about those old women who
walked around with breasts that were nothing more two flaps of skin with a
nipple at the end.  She didn't want to end up like them.  That was her
greatest fear.  Maybe that's why she was so willing to go along with her
brother rather than put up more of a fight.  What good would it do anyway
with the incriminating videos he possessed?

   She felt the fullness of her breasts and marveled at how good they
looked.  She also saw her nipples growing hard and throbbing as she touched
herself.  She had to stop.  She was getting herself all worked up.  Her
breasts were overly sensitive and set off a chain reaction that
communicated with her already hard, throbbing clit.

   That gem between her legs, her clit, was unusually large and more often
than not stood out from its hood to arouse her.  It was the main reason why
she masturbated every night and sometimes twice a day.  It demanded
attention and would not rest.

   It was past 11:00 PM, and Marlene grew weary.  For whatever reason, Gary
wasn't going to return her call.  She lay back in bed; and, feeling the
tingling sensation in her nipples, her mind started to drift to another
place and time.  She was in a meadow.  The sun shone brightly as she rested
on a blanket and began to drift off to sleep, but sleep evaded her as she
felt something crawling under her blouse.  It was as if something was
caressing her breasts, and then she felt a strange sensation as her clit
was being sucked into a vacuum.  Groggily she ripped her blouse open.  A
creature with multiple tentacles was attaching itself to every part of her
body.  Two tentacles that looked like suction cups were just engulfing her
long, hard nipples when her phone rang.

   She sat bolt upright in bed.  She was covered in a cold sweat as she
realized that she had drifted off to sleep.  The vision of the tentacled
beast was still vivid in her mind as she picked up her phone.

   "Hello," she said unsteadily.

   "Hi, Mo.  Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner.  I was busy," Gary
said.

   "I was sleeping," she answered, trying to clear her head.

   "That's too bad," he replied, not a trace of remorse in his voice.  "How
much breast milk did you produce?"

   "Over five ounces."

   "You're kidding.  Where is it?"

   "In the refrigerator."

   "Turn on your computer, and then go get it.  This I've got to see," he
said.

   Marlene got up on unsteady legs and booted up her computer.  She slipped
into her bathrobe and went to get the milk.  When she returned, she opened
Windows Live Messenger and started a video conference with her brother.

   Gary was sitting at his computer when his smiling face suddenly appeared
on Marlene's screen.

   "Let's see what you have?"

   Marlene held up the container of breast milk.  He was obviously pleased.
He never expected results this quickly.  The large sum of money he paid for
that breast pump was well worth it.

   "I wanted you to see it before I threw it away," Marlene said.

   "Throw it away?" he exclaimed.

   "Why, yes.  What else would I do with it," she said.

   "You're not going to throw it away, Mo.  We're going to recycle all your
breast milk that isn't consumed by others," he said.

   "I don't understand," she replied, puzzled.

   "Are you totally clueless?  Don't you have a brain in that head of
yours? Recycle your milk.  Drink it!"

   "You want me to drink my breast milk?" she asked in disbelief.

   "Absolutely!" he replied.

   "But Gary..."

   "There are no buts.  We are not going to waste one ounce of your milk.
You'll collect it in a container during the day, and then at night when we
video conference, you'll drink your milk like a good little slut."

   Tears welled up in her eyes.  She never heard of anything so bizarre in
all her life.  What woman drank her breast milk?

   "You can start now, Mo, but first get that bathrobe off.  I want to see
your tits."

   Marlene slowly removed her bathrobe and stood before her brother naked.
She knew that he was probably videotaping everything, but there was nothing
she could do about it.

   "Your tits look fuller," he commented.  "Lift them for me."

   Marlene placed her hands under her breasts and hefted them up.  There
was no doubt that they were the real thing.  They bounced and jiggled in
her hands.

   "Yes, that's much better.  The fullness is returning to your tits
already.  Squeeze your nipples for me," he ordered.

   Marlene grabbed her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and
squeezed them gently.  Her knees went weak at the sensations coursing
through her body by her mere touch.  This didn't go unnoticed by Gary.

   "Squeeze harder, slut.  You know you like it."

   She closed her eyes as she applied more pressure.  Her clit came to life
as it hardened.  It started to itch as she stood on unsteady feet.

   "What a fucking slut!  Look at her.  She loves every minute of it.  She
looks like she's ready to cum already.  Wait until she sees what I have in
store for her," he thought.

   "That's enough, Mo.  Get your milk," he said.

   Marlene picked up the container and removed the top.  She brought it to
her lips and tentatively tasted it.  It was sweet, but it seemed so strange
drinking milk that came from her own body.

   "Take a big gulp!" he ordered.

   She tipped the glass and milk filled her mouth.  She swallowed unable to
do anything else.  She was recycling her breast milk.  This gave new
meaning to the word.  She never thought of herself as a recycling center.

   "Remember, Mo, milk does a body good!" he chuckled.

   She felt humiliated.  Her brother was making a mockery of the whole
process and purpose of breastfeeding.

   Most of the milk was gone.  Her lips were covered with it just like in
the milk commercials.

   She felt awkward standing there before her brother, naked and drinking
her own breast milk.

   Gary had an idea.  He wanted to have some fun with his sister.  He
didn't want her success to go to her head.

   "Mo, you still have some milk left.  I want you to dip your finger in it
and rub it all over your nipples."

   "Why would I do that?" she asked indignantly.

   "Because I told you to!" he retorted.

   "God, this is so degrading.  Why is he doing this to me?  Didn't I do
everything he told me to do?  Why can't he be nice for a change?" she
thought.

   Reluctantly she wet her finger and smeared the milk all over her right
nipple.  The cold milk felt so good on her hot flesh.  She retrieved more
milk and coated her left nipple.  Her nipples gleamed as they stood
straight out from her chest.

   "Now lick it off!" he ordered.

   "Gary, please!" she begged.

   "Do it!"

   Tears welled up in her eyes as she lifted her right breast and lowered
her head capturing her nipple in her mouth.  She tasted her milk and licked
her nipple clean.  She did the same to her left breast as she lifted it and
captured the nipple between her lips.

   As difficult as it was for her to commit this deed, her pussy betrayed
her as her sweet nectar gathered at her nether lips and began to drip down
her leg.

   "Oh my God!  This can't be happening!  What's the matter with me!" she
wailed silently in her tortured mind.

   "Again!"

   Marlene looked at her brother with pleading eyes, but there was no mercy
there.  It was after midnight; and she was exhausted, but she obeyed her
brother as she dipped her finger in the container and coated her nipples
for the second time.

   She lingered a little longer as she drew her right nipple into her mouth
and sucked on it.  She applied more pressure as she tried to squeeze her
legs together seeking some form of relief.

   Gary was amused as he watched his slut sister get herself more and more
aroused.  She couldn't help it.  No matter how hard she tried to resist,
the lust burning in her loins always won out.

   "Again!" he ordered, and Marlene dipped her fingers in the container for
the third time and coated her nipple and areole with the sweet milk.  She
quickly coated her left nipple with a generous amount making sure to cover
her whole areole.  Eagerly she took her right nipple between her lips
without being told and sucked hard.  She then bit down on her nipple
sending her body into a spasm.

   "Look at the fucking slut.  She's going to get off by sucking on her own
tits!  Damn good thing I'm videotaping this one!" he thought.

   Marlene bit down on her left nipple, but this was too much for her as it
drove her over the top.  She orgasmed as her brother looked on.  Falling to
the floor, she buried her right hand between her legs and frantically
rubbed her engorged clit as the orgasm washed through her body.  She shook
out of control, moaning like a slut.

   "Mo!" Gary said sharply.

   Marlene looked up at him on the screen.  His robe was open, and he was
stroking his hard cock.

   "Did I give you permission to cum?"

   "No, but I assumed..."

   "You are to assume nothing!" he screamed as he fisted his cock faster
and faster.  "You will be punished!"

   "Punished?  For what?  We had an agreement!"

   "Taking matters into your own hands was not part of the agreement.  Get
the belt I sent you!"

   "Gary, please..."

   "Get the damn belt now!"

   Marlene staggered to her feet and retrieved the black two inch belt that
she kept on the side of the bed.

   "Sit in the chair and spread your legs wide!" he ordered.

   Whimpering, she obeyed her brother.

   "I hate you so much!  Why couldn't you just leave me alone!" she
screamed silently.

   "Look at that slutty cunt.  That, Mo, is the source of all your
problems. That nasty cunt of yours always gets you into trouble.  Punish
it!"

   Doubling over the belt, she raised it above her head, and with
tear-filled eyes looked at her brother one last time.  He was stoic,
refusing to relent.  Whimpering, she brought the belt down hard across her
clit and pussy lips.

   "Ooooooooowwwww!" she screamed as her pussy was filled with excruciating
pain.

   Moments later there was an urgent knock at the door.

   "Marlene, what's the matter?  Are you all right?" her mother called from
the other side of the door.

   "I'm sorry, mom," she called, trying her hardest to keep the pain she
felt out of her voice.  "I had a bad dream.  I'm all right.  Go back to
bed."

   "Are you sure, dear?" she asked.

   "Yes, mom, I'm sure," she replied, gritting her teeth.

   Where was her mother when she needed her?  It was when she was a child,
innocent and vulnerable, that she needed to be protected.  Where was she
then?

   Gary was mom's favorite.  He could do no wrong.  For so many years she
was blind to the atrocious acts that he committed under her roof as she and
her sisters were being sexual abused by him.  Now, at 54 years old her
mother wanted to know if she was all right.

   No, she wasn't all right.  She was never all right.  Even after Gary
left, she suffered all her life from the sexual abuse he subjected her to.
Now her mother's dear son was committing the same despicable acts again. 
She was reliving the nightmare only it wasn't a nightmare at all, it was a
living hell.

   "That was quite a show, sis.  You can be quite entertaining.  It's a
good thing you don't have to work tomorrow, but you better get some rest
anyway.  You have duties to perform at 6:00 AM."

   He smiled at her, mocking her as he stroked his cock one final time
before spewing his cum all over the floor.  Yes, Marlene hated his guts,
but what a waste.  Like a fine wine she would have savored the taste of his
cum.

   Then he was gone.  The session ended.  He had his fun for the evening.
Marlene dragged herself to bed and fell into a restless sleep. 
____________________________________



   Morning came all too soon as the sound of the alarm woke Marlene from a
disturbing sleep.  It was 5:30 AM as she struggled to get out of bed.  She
didn't feel rested at all as she made her way to the bathroom and turned on
the shower.  The water beating down on her revived her somewhat.  By the
time she was done in the bathroom, it was time to use the breast pump.  She
could feel the heaviness in her chest.

   She produced a total of four ounces of milk, and that remained fairly
consistent throughout the day.  By the time she finished her 6:00 PM,
pumping, she had collected a total of 16 ounces of breast milk, which Gary
would force her to recycle in the evening.

   It became a nightly ritual over the course of the next week.  Gary
watched her consume her own milk.  He found new ways of humiliating her
from sipping her milk through a straw to licking it from a saucer.

   With each passing day Marlene's milk production increased dramatically.
By the end of the week she was producing 12 ounces of milk per session. 
That was a total of 60 ounces of milk per day, almost two quarts.

   The side benefit of lactating was the increased size of Marlene's
breasts.  They filled out and could even be considered plump.  They looked
more like her breasts from twenty years ago.  She measured a full 34C and
had to go out and buy new bras.  Her old ones were too small and offered
her no support.

   Gary was pleased with Marlene's progress, but he wanted more.  He was
going to continue pushing her to see just how far he could go.

   At around 6:30 PM Marlene sent Gary an e-mail, proud that she was
producing 60 ounces of breast milk a day.  She was sure that he would want
to know.

   She then got ready for her date.  Rich was back in town and was going to
take her out to dinner.  They talked for a long time that afternoon on the
phone.  He was a wonderful man.  She only wished he was a little more
aggressive.  Maybe he liked her, but didn't find her physically attractive.
He never tried to touch her.  He made no advances whatsoever.

   Before leaving she checked her e-mail.  There was a message from Gary.

   I have a few instructions for you for this evening.  First of all let's
talk about your attire.  Tonight I would like you to wear your black thigh
high stockings.  You know how much I love them.  I would also like you to
wear your black six inch stiletto heels.  If you have a sheer wrap, you may
wear that, although you won't have it on for long.

   Obviously, you can no longer continue drinking your daily supply of milk
all at once.  You are simply producing too much milk for that to continue.
However, that doesn't excuse you from drinking all of your milk.  You need
to get a little creative.  For example, use your breast milk on your cereal
in the morning.  Instead of cream, use breast milk in your coffee.  Drink a
glass of milk with every meal.

   I have other topics that we'll discuss tonight.  I simply don't have the
time to go into them right now.

   Enjoy your evening.

   Your favorite brother, Gary.

   Marlene shut down her computer.  Rich was waiting.

   Dinner was wonderful.  He took her to a nice Italian restaurant, and
they dined by candlelight.

   "Do you have to go out of town next week?" Marlene asked.

   "No, that job is done, thank God," he replied smiling.

   "I'm so glad you'll be in town.  Maybe we can spend more time together,"
she said.

   "I would love that.  Let's hope this new project I'm working on isn't so
time-consuming," he replied.

   Time passed quickly.  It was 9:30 PM, and she knew that she had to get
home soon.  She found it strange that he never mentioned how good she
looked.  Her breasts were so much fuller.  They were hard to miss, yet he
said nothing.  You would think that a man who was a retired police officer
would be a little more observant.

   She was home by 10: 00 PM.  Rich walked her to the door.  He put his
arms around her and kissed her on the lips.  This was the most initiative
he had shown since they started dating.  Impulsively Marlene pushed her
tongue forward, pressing it against his lips, but he shied away.

   "I should get going," he said sheepishly.

   "Thank you for the wonderful evening, Rich," she said.

   "It was my pleasure.  I'll call you," he said, walking back to his car.

   She waved to him from the porch, hoping she didn't scare him off with
her agressiveness.

   She would be a few minutes late pumping, but it wasn't critical.  She
was relieved that she wouldn't have to consume almost two quart of breast
milk tonight.  That's the most she'd produced thus far.

   After finishing her session, she got ready for her video conference with
her brother.  She took a long shower and shaved her legs.  She fixed her
hair and, as she looked in the mirror, she marveled at the fullness and
weight of her breasts.

   She put on her thigh high black stockings and her six inch black
stiletto heels.  Her pussy was already moist as she admired herself in the
mirror.  When she walked back and forth, her breasts rose and fell
seductively on her chest.

   Her computer was already booted up, and Windows Live Messenger was
running in the background.  The tone sounded on her computer indicating
that a video conference request was waiting for her response.  She accepted
the request.  It was after 11:00.

   "Nice tits, sis!" Gary said.

   "Do you have to talk to me like that?" Marlene protested.

   "Hey, don't complain.  If it wasn't for me your tits wouldn't look half
as good as they do today.  Walk around a little bit.  I want to see what
you look like."

   Marlene walked back and forth in front of the Webcam as her brother eyed
her luscious body.  Her tits looked amazing, but he had bigger and better
things in store for her.  The fun was just beginning.

   "Take that robe off, so I can get a better look," he ordered as he
opened his own bathrobe and started to stroke his cock.

   Marlene removed her robe as her eyes focused on her brother's huge cock.
Her mouth watered as she realized how long it had been since her lips were
wrapped around a hard piece of meat.  She felt guilty and almost regretted
the thought when she remembered the wonderful time she had with Rich
tonight.  He was so thoughtful and caring.  His kiss was so tender.

   "Do you see something you like, sis?" He snickered.  "Play with your
nipples for me."

   Almost as if in a trance, Marlene squeezed her nipples as her eyes
remained fixed on her brother's cock.  She felt the juices begin to flow as
her clit throbbed, begging to be touched.

   "By the way, when I told you that you could remove your barbells, I made
a stipulation.  Do you remember what I said?" He asked almost as if talking
to a child.

   "Yes," she said hesitantly.

   "What was that stipulation, Mo?"

   "You told me to be sure that I kept the holes open," she replied.

   "Good girl, that is correct," he said condescendingly.  "Did you keep
them open?"

   Marlene was so preoccupied the past few weeks that she never bothered to
attend to that little matter.

   "I forgot to keep those damn holes open.  How could I be so stupid?"

   "I meant to, Gary," she whispered.

   "Are you trying to tell me that after I gave you permission to take
those barbells out, you weren't grateful enough to follow through on a
simple request?"

   "I'm sorry?" she mumbled.

   Gary loved it when his sister screwed up.  The look on her face was
priceless.

   "You're sorry?  That's not good enough!  Did I tell you to stop
squeezing your nipples?"

   "No," she said meekly.

   "Well?"

   Marlene, fearing the wrath of her brother, grabbed her nipples and
rolled them between her fingers.  Conflicting signals were transmitted to
her brain.  On the one hand playing with her sensitive nipples was getting
her more and more aroused, but at the same time she was filled with fear of
what her brother might do to her for not obeying him.

   "Are you wet?"

   "I think so," she whispered, closing her eyes.

   "You think so?  You mean to tell me that you don't know if you're wet or
not?"

   "Yes, I'm wet," she stammered.

   "Of course, you're wet.  A slut like you is always wet," he retorted. 
"Show me?"

   Marlene released her right nipple and brought her trembling hand down to
her sopping wet hole.  She parted her labia, coating her fingers with her
sweet sex juices.  Her fingers grazed her clit, sending shivers up and down
her spine.

   "You know, my nipples are sensitive, Gary.  I can't help but get wet..."

   "Don't make excuses!  Sluts like you are always wet," he said
emphatically.  "Go get a needle.  You better hope that those holes haven't
closed up."

   Marlene frantically searched for a needle.  She was tired and the
evening was not going as she expected.  The only thing that she could find
was a hat pin which was around three inches long.

   "This is all I can find," she whimpered.

   "It will have to do.  Do you have any alcohol?" He asked.

   "Yes, I think so," she replied.

   "Well, don't stand there like a dumb bimbo.  Go get it!"

   Filled with trepidation, Marlene quickly went into the bathroom and
located a bottle of rubbing alcohol.  She also grabbed a small paper cup.
She was smart enough to know that her brother wanted her to sterilize the
needle.

   "I think you know what you have to do.  Let's just hope the holes are
still open.  Otherwise this could be a very painful night for you, Mo," she
said.

   Marlene poured some alcohol into the cup and sterilized the needle. 
Gary, fascinated, watched his sister as she attempted to locate the hole at
the base of her right nipple with the needle.

   "Is there anything she won't do?  I got her to do some pretty kinky
stuff when she was a kid, but I always thought it was because she was young
and immature.  Here she is 54 years old, and she's obeying me without any
reservations.  I may have to rethink some of the plans that I have for
her," Gary thought.

   She knew where the hole should be as she probed her right nipple with
the hat pin, but it was no use.  The hole was closed.  It simply wasn't
there anymore.  It had healed.  She checked her left nipple, but that
effort produced the same results.  The hole was closed.

   Tears welled up in her eyes, fearing what Gary might do to her.

   "Is there a problem?" he asked.

   "I...  I...  can't find...  the holes," she stammered.

   "You can't find the holes?"

   "No," she replied softly.

   "Mo, do you have any idea how mad I am right now.  I cut you some slack
and this is how you repay me?"

   "I just forgot about it," she cried.  "I was so wrapped up and involved
in the breast pumping that I forgot about the piercings.  I didn't mean to.
I was just so worried about you releasing those videos that I focused all
my time and attention on that."

   Marlene stood before her computer trembling.  She knew she screwed up
big-time, and Gary was not one to forgive and forget.

   "Well, slut, you need to be held accountable for your actions.  It was
your responsibility to see that those holes didn't close up, and you
failed. You will be punished," he said emphatically.

   "I'm so sorry, Gary.  I've tried so hard to please you.  It won't happen
again," she whimpered.

   "It better not happen again, and, hopefully, your punishment will be a
reminder to you that it doesn't pay to mess with me.  I'm not playing games
with you, sis."

   "What are you going to do to me?"

   "I'm not going to do anything to you.  You're going to do it to
yourself!" He retorted.  "Get your sewing kit out and sterilize two
straight pins."

   "Gary, don't hurt me!"

   "Don't worry, Mo, I'm not going to hurt you.  You're going to hurt
yourself," he replied.

   Marlene was beside herself as she searched through her closet and
finally locating her sewing kit.  She retrieved two straight pins from a
pin cushion and hurried back to her computer desk.  The pins were #14 pins,
which were 7/8 of an inch long.

   "Be sure to sterilize them, Mo.  I'd hate to see you get an infection,"
he said.

   Marlene dropped the pins into the paper cup and poured more alcohol into
it.

   "Good!  Now take one of the pins and place it on the tip of your right
nipple."

   "You can't be serious!" She said incredulously.

   "I'm dead serious!  Do it now!  I'm losing my patience!" He said
harshly.

   With shaking hands, Marlene picked up one of the pins and placed it on
the tip of her right nipple.  She whimpered quietly as she stared at her
brother on her computer monitor.  He enjoyed tormenting her and his
pleasure was written all over his face.  Her eyes were drawn lower to his
hand which was stroking his cock.

   Marlene felt her juices oozing down her leg and grew infuriated with
herself for reacting in this manner.

   "What's the matter with me?  My bastard brother is forcing me to inflict
pain on myself, and I'm getting off on it!" she screamed silently.

   "Push!" he ordered.

   Her lips quivered as she applied pressure to the end of the straight
pin. Her flesh gave as her nipple was pushed into her resilient tit meat
but with no place to go the tip of the pin finally disappeared into the end
of her nipple.

   Her legs shook out of control as searing pain filled her sensitive nub,
but, to her dismay, she found it exciting.  This scared the hell out of
her. She couldn't control her feelings.  Her mind told her that this was
sick and demented, but her body responded differently.  Her pussy was on
fire and the pin piercing her nipple only served to fan the flame burning
between her legs.

   "Push, dammit!" he ordered.

   Marlene's lips quivered as she reluctantly applied more pressure and
watched as the pin slowly disappeared from view, buried in her nipple.  The
only thing stopping its forward progress was the wider end that pressed up
against the end of her nipple.

   Gary stroked his cock faster as he watched his sister drive the pin all
the way into her hard right nipple.  He never met anyone quite like her. 
She would do just about anything he said.  He could see that she was
getting aroused by this whole ordeal.  Her legs, encased in the thigh high
black stockings that he found so alluring, were shaking out of control.

   "Put your hands behind your neck and let me get a good look!" he ordered
his sister.

   She silently obeyed putting her full, voluptuous tits on display for her
demented brother to gaze upon.  Gary stroked himself harder and faster as
he devoured the luscious mounds with his eyes.  He focused on the right tit
with the straight pin completely imbedded in his sister's nipple.

   Marlene closed her eyes as the pain diminished.  Her nipple ached but it
was a good ache.  Her mind was in such turmoil.  This should have bothered
her more but it didn't.  She always liked rough play.  You really couldn't
squeeze her nipples too hard.  The harder you squeezed the wetter she got,
but she just drove a damn pin into her nipple and found it exciting.

   "Now the other one," Gary ordered.

   Marlene with glazed eyes retrieved the second straight pin from the
alcohol.  She knew it was useless to protest.  Besides, in her demented,
tortured mind she wanted to perform the sick deed again.  She repeated the
process as she pressed the sharp tip into the center of her left nipple.  A
groan escaped her lips as the pin punctured her nipple and slowly
disappeared.  She couldn't help herself as her hand sought out her
quivering clit and pinched it.

   "Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!" she screamed as her knees gave way.  She tumbled
to the floor as her orgasm consumed her, shaking and spasming like a fish
out of water.

   Gary watched his sister in awe as she shook uncontrollable on the floor,
consumed in her own lust.  He helped nurture and cultivate the demons
within her that lay latent for so many years.  He fed the twisted thoughts
and desires that were slowly taking her over.  He reveled in the power he
possessed and wouldn't stop using and manipulating her.  He wanted to feed
her obsession.  She was the perfect candidate.  After all there were those
who were addicted to drugs, alcohol, tobacco...  why not sex.  He wanted to
turn her into more of a sex addict than she already was.

   He should have punished her for cuming without permission, but he
thought better of it.  He refrained from cuming himself since the night was
young, and there were still many items to attend to.  Another reprimand was
also in order.  There was the matter of almost two quarts of breast milk
that she failed to consume.

   "Get up dammit!" he cursed.  "What a slut you are, Mo.  It's pretty sick
when you get off driving pins into your own tits."

   Marlene struggled to regain her composure.

   "I'm so ashamed of myself.  He's right.  What normal person would orgasm
while driving pins into their nipples?"

   Tears flowed as she realized what a disgusting act she committed.

   "Did you get my e-mail today?" Gary asked.

   "Yes," she whimpered.

   "Did I not make it clear that since your production was up that you
needed to consume your milk during the day?" He asked.

   "Yes, but I didn't know when you wanted me to start," she said in her
defense.

   "How much milk do you have right now?"

   "Almost two quarts," she replied.

   "Well, obviously you planned on drinking all of it tonight so get
started," he said.

   "I can't drink two quarts all at once!" she exclaimed with tears
streaming down her cheeks.

   "Then you should have followed my directions rather than ignoring them,"
he retorted.  "Start drinking!"

   Marlene picked up the container and started drinking her breast milk. 
After drinking about a third of it, she stopped.  She looked pleadingly at
her brother and burped.

   "Drink!"

   She again started to drink but it was becoming more difficult.  There
simply was too much.  Why didn't she start earlier today?  How could she
possibly have misunderstood what he meant?

   Milk dribbled from the corners of her mouth as she tried to drink it
all. It dribbled off her chin and onto her tits, coating them with milk.

   Gary was amused as he stroked his cock

   She finally put down the empty container.  She was a mess with breast
milk covering her large tits.

   "Rub it in, pig!" he ordered.

   Marlene rubbed the milk into her tits and jumped when her hand brushed
against one of the pins embedded in her nipple.  It felt so good as she
squeezed and rubbed her bloated milk sacs.

   "God she looks sexier than hell.  Her tits look amazing on her small
frame.  I can just imagine how hot she'd look if her tits were even
bigger," Gary thought.

   Then he remembered the article on lactation.  More suckling meant more
milk.  If he was to increase the amount of time she pumped her tits, she
would produce more milk.  Her milk sacs would have to increase in size in
order to accommodate a greater amount of milk.  After all, the containers
had to be large enough to hold the milk.

   He quickly looked up the article to make sure that his assumptions were
correct.  Lactation was a very delicate process, and he didn't want to do
anything to disrupt the progress made thus far.  Looking over the article
quickly, he discovered that more than 30 minutes for each session could
shut off the signal from the brain to produce more milk.  He would be sure
to take that into consideration when modifying her schedule.

   It was getting late, and Marlene was weary, but, at the same time,
rubbing her breasts reignited the fire burning in her loins.  She stared at
her brother's cock with hungry eyes as she fingered the pins that were
penetrating her nipples.

   "I think it's time to get rid of those pins.  You may remove them," he
said.

   "Thank you, Gary," Marlene replied as she slowly pulled the straight pin
out of her right nipple.

   As the pin exited her nipple, a shiver ran up and down her spine.  She
repeated the process, removing the other straight pin from her left nipple.
She would never admit it to anyone, but she found the whole experience very
erotic and exciting.  No matter how much she hated and detested her
brother, she loved the bizarre deeds he forced her to commit.

   "Go into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up.  Be sure to put some
antiseptic on your nipples, so they don't infect.  We need to protect our
investment," he laughed.

   Marlene washed her breasts off with a warm washcloth.  She loved her
breasts.  She loved the fullness.  She applied some triple antibiotic
ointment to her nipples just to be on the safe side.

   When she returned to her bedroom, she could see that Gary's cock was
still hard.  She yearned for cock.  For a woman who loved cock so much, she
wasn't getting very much of it lately.

   "Beginning tomorrow morning you need to change your schedule," Gary
said.

   "Change?" Marlene asked.

   "Yes, increase the amount of time your tits are suckled from 15 to 20
minutes per session," he said.

   "Why?" She asked.

   "Did you read the article on lactation?" He asked obviously irritated.

   "Of course, I did," she replied.

   "I thought you were a bright girl, Mo, after all you work in a school.
Did you read the section on supply and demand?" He asked.

   "I think so," she replied.

   "Then you know, that if you increase the amount of time your nipples are
suckled, you'll increase the amount of milk produced," he stated.

   "Increase my milk supply!  Why would you want to do that?  I'm already
producing 60 ounces of milk a day!"

   "Yes, you are, dear sister, but that's only a pittance of what you're
able to produce.  By the time, everything is said and done, you'll be
producing 20 ounces of milk per session.  That's 100 ounces of breast milk
per day, which is slightly over 3 quarts of milk."

   Marlene was horrified as she listened to her brother's plan.

   "He's crazy!  I can't possibly produce that much breast milk.  My
breasts aren't large enough.  What is he trying to do to me?" She thought.

   "Gary, what you're proposing is impossible," she said.

   "On the contrary, it's not only possible but will soon be a reality for
you," he said.

   "My breasts can't accommodate that much milk!" She exclaimed.

   "No, right now, they can't, but they will grow to accommodate your milk
supply.  The human body is quite resilient," he chuckled.  "Think of it
this way.  When you make a water balloon, what happens when you add more
water?"

   "The balloon expands," she answered.

   "Precisely, and that's what your tits will do.  They'll expand.  Think
of your tits as balloons."

   Marlene loved her full luscious breasts.  They were a 34C and looked
even larger on her small frame.  She couldn't imagine them any larger.

   "I think they're fine just the way they are, Gary," she said.  "I don't
want larger breasts."

   "First of all stop using the word breasts.  You have tits.  From now on,
you are to call them tits.  Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

   "Yes," she replied meekly.

   "Secondly, it doesn't really matter whether you want your tits larger or
not.  It's up to me to decide.  If you have a problem with that just say
so, and I can have your website online in a matter of minutes with a whole
lot of new content thanks to our nightly video sessions."

   Marlene felt trapped and helpless.  There was no way out.  There was no
way to stop him from doing exactly what he wanted to do.  She was at his
mercy.  God, what was he doing to her?

   "No, don't do that, Gary, I'll do whatever you want."

   "Good!  Beginning tomorrow morning, I want you to increase your sessions
from 15 to 20 minutes.  We'll see how that goes and make adjustments
accordingly.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes," she said, sniffling.

   "Fine.  Now tell me what you are to do beginning tomorrow, so that there
are no misunderstandings."

   "I am to pump my breasts..."

   "Tits!  You have tits!  Say it!"

   "Tits," she said quietly.

   "Louder, dammit!"

   "Tits!" She said louder.

   "That's right, you have tits!  Say it again!"

   "I have tits!"

   "Never use the word breasts again.  That's reserved for ladies, and you
are no lady!  Fondle your tits while you say it!" he ordered.

   Marlene lifter her tits in her hands, feeling their weight.  She could
feel her arousal already as her nipples tingled.  His total lack of respect
for her was an aphrodisiac that set her on fire.

   "Tits!  I have tits!" she said, as her juices started to flow.

   "Yes, slut, you have tits that will soon be bigger.  Do you want bigger
tits?" he egged her on.

   "Yes, I want big tits!" she moaned as she rolled her hard nipples
between her thumb and forefinger.

   "Big tits for a big slut!" He goaded her.  "What's your title at school,
slut?"

   "I'm the administrative assistant to the principal," she moaned.

   "You'll soon be the big titted Administrative Assistant to the
principal. Say it!"

   "I'll be the big titted administrative assistant to the principal," she
groaned.

   "Yes, and what will the other teachers think of their slutty big titted
executive," he gloated.

   "I don't know.  Oh God, I'm such a slut!" She groaned as she watched her
brother stroke his hard cock.  "I want you to cum on my tits."

   "Well, we both know that isn't possible, and even if I was there I
wouldn't cum on your slutty tits.  You don't deserve it!  Your tits aren't
big enough.  Your tits need to be bigger if you want me to cum on them.  Do
you want bigger tits?" He continued to egg her on.

   "Yes, I want bigger tits, so that you'll cum on them," she cried out
glassy eyed.  His cock held her attention as if she was in a hypnotic
trance.

   "Finger your slutty cunt and cum!" He commanded.  "I want to see the
administrative assistant to the principal cum!"

   Eagerly Marlene buried her right hand in her sloppy cunt, first two and
then three and finally four fingers.  She tried to bury her whole hand in
her cunt as the fingers of her left hand pulled and tugged and twisted her
nipples.  The whole time, her eyes were glued to her brother's cock,
wishing that she could wrap her lips around it.

   Pulling viciously on her left nipple while forcing her right hand up her
cunt, she started to spasm as she was overcome by a massive orgasm.  She
squealed as the orgasm overtook her.  All the frustration and hopelessness
that she was experiencing was unleashed as her whole body was overcome with
spasms.  Her eyes rolled back in her head as she rode out the glorious
feeling of euphoria.  It was for these moments that she lived.  These
exquisite erotic moments made a mundane life worthwhile, and it seemed as
if Gary was the only one who could provide them to her.

   The night quickly came to an end as Gary's spunk shot out of his cock,
wasted as it hit the floor.  Marlene was his.  The evidence he had against
her was staggering.  She would never be free. 
____________________________________



   The lazy days of summer were a time of rest and relaxation for many, but
not for Marlene.  She spent her days working part-time at school and caring
for her mother while still maintaining a rigid schedule that required her
to pump her breasts every four hours.  This task became more time consuming
since Gary increased the length of each session in hopes of increasing her
production of breast milk.  His devious plan was purely selfish as he hoped
the increased production of milk would also result in larger tits for his
beloved sister.

   You see Gary had a big tit fetish, the bigger the better.  Marlene was
always his favorite because her C cups were more than a handful.  His wife
of twenty-five years was only a B cup, and, when she filed for divorce,
Gary had very few regrets.  He was glad to see her go.

   So Marlene's days were anything but relaxing, and at night, while others
wound down from their day's activities, she was up late into the night
catering to her brother's whims.

   It was now the first week of August.  Five weeks have passed since that
fateful night when her brother decided to change her schedule.  Since that
time her schedule changed again so that now she was pumping her tits for 25
minutes per session.

   Slowly over the five weeks changes took place.  Most evident was the
increase in milk production.  The increases were small usually no more than
an ounce or two a day, but over the course of five weeks milk production
increased from 60 ounces to 100 ounces a day.  This was a substantial
increase.  Marlene was producing over three quarts of milk a day.

   The increased production created several other problems for the poor
woman.  First of all there was the matter of recycling.  Gary insisted that
she drink all of the milk that she produced.  She drank six twelve ounce
glasses of milk every day.  She also put a generous amount of milk on her
cereal each morning.  She cherished her morning cup of coffee.  Her breast
milk replaced the cream that flavored it.  Her breast milk was also
substituted in any recipe that required milk.  For a change of pace and
some variety she made milk shakes from her breast milk - strawberry,
vanilla, chocolate...  Breast milk provided most of her nourishment.

   Marlene's tits did indeed increase in size as Gary anticipated.  At
first it was barely noticeable, but by the end of the second week Marlene
noticed that her new bras were getting tighter.  By the end of the third
week she couldn't get them on.  The cups were too small.  Along with the
increase in size was an increase in sensitivity.  Her nipples were
explosive and any kind of contact set them off.

   In early August when Marlene finally went to the store to purchase some
new bras, there are no words to describe how she felt when the saleswoman
measured her.  She was an astounding 34 DD.  She knew that her tits were
larger.  After all her C cups no longer fit, but she never suspected that
she had grown to a DD.  It was a hefty load that she was carrying, but she
carried it well in spite of her age.

   Leakage was a problem and pads didn't seem to do much good.  It was an
issue that needed to be dealt with before September when she returned to
work full time.  It was embarrassing to be walking down the street with a
wet spot on your blouse.

   The nightly video conferences continued with one exception.  Gary sent
Marlene a new high definition camera.  His library of videos was growing by
leaps and bounds, and they captured all the changes that occurred to her as
they happened.

   Marlene was now required to wear six inch heels at all times whether at
work or at home.  Any tops she wore had to reveal a good amount of
cleavage. Skirts were always short and cut-off shorts were the only type
allowed.  Little by little Gary was taking control of every area of her
life, and she was helpless to do anything about it.

   Gary had no control over Marlene's relationship with Rich.  He never
asked her about him, and she never volunteered any information.  They saw
each other several nights a week although she had to be home by 10:00 PM to
take care of business.  He couldn't help but notice the changes in her, but
she explained the increase in bust size to a hormonal imbalance.  He seemed
to accept this without questioning it.

   Marlene cherished her time with Rich.  Their relationship was the only
constant in her life, the only normal thing.  It was something she could
hold on to.  It gave her hope for a better tomorrow.

   It was the first Monday in August.  Marlene returned home from school at
around 2:00 PM.  It was a productive day for her.  She was able to catch up
on a great deal of work.  Parent letters were already run off and ready to
be sent out in the morning mail.

   She walked into the kitchen and set down the portable pump.  She was
just putting the milk in the refrigerator when her mother walked in.

   "Hello, dear, how was work today," she asked.

   "Actually it was a good day, mom," she replied.

   "I've had a good day, too, dear.  You'll never guess who called me."

   "Who?" she asked.

   "Your brother!" she said.

   "God, if she only knew.  I spend every night with that bastard.  What
does he want?" she thought.

   "Remember earlier this summer when I told you that Gary was coming up to
see me?"

   "Yes," Marlene said cautiously.

   "Well," she said beaming from ear to ear.  "He's coming this weekend!"

   "Really?"

   "Yes, isn't that wonderful news, dear?  You two had such a good time
together last time.  It was so nice seeing you do things together."

   "Yes, we did spend quite a bit of time together," Marlene replied.

   "It's too bad I can't tell you what went on every night in my bedroom.
It's too bad I can't tell you what happened on the night of his high school
reunion.  How he let his friends fuck me in every hole.  Yeah, we had a
great time together, mom!" she thought.

   "I know you two had your differences growing up, but it makes me so
happy seeing you get along now."

   "I'm sure we'll spend a lot of time together.  I can't wait to see Gary
again," she lied.  "I have some things I need to get done upstairs.  Can I
get you anything before I go?"

   "No, I'm fine, dear.  Run along I'm fine," she said.

   Marlene quickly made her way to her room.  She was late for her 2:00 PM
pumping.  When she got to her room, she took off her top and removed her
bra.  She stood before the mirror and looked at her voluptuous tits.  She
never imagined in a million years that she would have tits this large.  She
was only 5' 4" and had a small bone structure that made her tits appear
humungous.  Right now they were bloated with milk which forced her to stop
daydreaming and get busy.

   She set up the pump and turned on the unit.  Then she attached the
breastshields as the stimulation phase began.  Her nipples didn't need much
stimulation before they started expressing milk.  The flow was heavy so she
manually switched the pump to the expression phase as she watched the
collection containers fill with milk that she would have to drink before
the day was over.

   Leaking was becoming more of a problem with each passing day.  She was
embarrassed several times in public when she looked down and saw wet spots
on her top.  She mentioned this to Gary on several occasions, and he said
he would come up with a solution.  Little did she know that his solutions
were not always in her best interest.

   Marlene spent the remainder of the afternoon preparing dinner for her
mother.  She drank a glass of milk mid-afternoon and had another glass at
dinner.  At 6:00 PM it was time to pump her tits again.  She was now
producing 20 oz.  of milk per session.  The ritual every four hours from
6:00 AM until 10:00 PM was becoming a way of life for her.  Gary came back
into her life, and she would never be the same.

   After the 10:00 PM pumping, Marlene prepared for her nightly video
conference with her brother.  She took a shower and stopped once again to
look at herself in the mirror.  Her humungous tits were her most
outstanding feature and a constant source of arousal for her.  Even her
nipples were larger with the constant pulling and tugging of the breast
pump.  She tried to keep her arms down at her sides but she couldn't, her
tits were too big.

   She put on a black lace bra that fastened in front and exposed a massive
expanse of cleavage.  A matching black g-string was the only other item of
clothing she wore.  Finally she slipped into her six inch black stiletto
heels and admired herself in front of the mirror.

   Gary promised that if she was good he would let her cum tonight.  There
was always a price to pay for the privilege, and she had no choice but to
comply.  On the average she was only allowed to cum once or twice a week.
There was a method to his madness.  He knew she was highly sexual and
wanted to cum every night, but keeping her sexually frustrated allowed him
to better control and manipulate her.

   She waited at her computer like she did every night.  Finally the video
conference request appeared on her screen, and she accepted.  Gary sat
forward in his seat and admired his sister's colossal tits encased in the
black bra.  He teased himself as he allowed her to wear the bra for a few
minutes.  His eyes were glued to her massive cleavage which made his mouth
water.  The past few months had been fun, but now it was time for the real
games to begin.

   He was still amazed he was able to manipulate his sister so easily. 
Videotaping her at the high school reunion party was a stroke of genius on
his part.  Without it none of this would be taking place today.  Since then
he amassed hundreds of hours of video starring his sister, and more
recently all of the tapes were in high definition.

   Unknown to both his mother and Marlene, Gary liquidated all his assets
in Dallas and prepared to move back to upstate New York.  He planned on
spending his remaining years up north controlling his sister just like he
did when she was a teenager.

   "Let's get rid of the bra," Gary suggested.

   Marlene released the front clasp and the cups fell away exposing her
luscious tits.  They were truly a sight to behold.

   "Lock your hands behind your neck so I can get a better look," he
ordered.

   "I wonder if she has any idea how sexy she is?  Her tits are amazing,
and I can't wait to get my hands on them," he thought.

   "Shake those fat udders for me," he ordered.

   Marlene winced at the insult he paid her, but obeyed him as she rotated
her hips, setting her tits in motion.  Her large boobs swung back and forth
and smacked into each other.  A few drops of milk leaked from her nipples.

   "Do your nipples leak often?" He asked.

   "Yes, I tried using pads, but they don't seem to work very well," she
replied.

   "I think I have a better solution.  Do you have a measuring tape?" He
asked.

   "Yes, I think there is one in my sewing box," she replied.

   "Get it," he ordered.

   Marlene walked over to her closet and opened her sewing box.  She
quickly found her measuring tape and returned to her computer.

   "I want you to measure the length of your nipples.  You need to measure
carefully and give me an exact measurement of each nipple," he said.

   Marlene positioned the tape measure, at the base of her right nipple and
took a careful measurement.  She double checked just to make sure that it
was correct.  She then did the same to her left nipple.  By the time she
was done, her pussy was leaking.

   "They're both exactly 1 inch long," she said.

   Gary made some notes on his pad.

   "Interesting," he commented.  "I thought there would've been some
variation.  I'm surprised they're both exactly the same length."

   "Do you want me to measure again?" She asked.

   "No, it looked to me as if you were careful in your measurements.  It
just goes to show that a dumb slut like you can do something right.  Right
now I want you to measure the circumference of each nipple," he said.

   "Why does he always have to demean me?  When I do something right, why
can't he be nice?  I hate what he's doing to me.  I want my life back.  All
the people I know stare at me like I'm some kind of freak.  They're not
buying my explanation that I'm suffering from a hormonal disorder.  I wish
he would just go away," she thought as she picked up the tape measure and
started to measure the circumference of her right nipple.

   "Why do you want these measurements?" She asked.

   "Oh, they're just for a little project I'm working on.  You'll find out
soon enough," he replied.  "Do you have that measurement yet?"

   "Yes, I think I have it.  I've checked three times, and I'm pretty sure
this is correct.  The circumference is 1 1/2 inches at the tip and slightly
larger at the base.  They measure 1 5/8 inches at the base," she said.

   "Both nipples are the same size?" He asked.

   "Yes," she replied.

   Gary made some more notes on his pad.  He used the 1 1/2 inch
measurement since he wanted a snug fit at the base of her nipple anyway. 
Gary put down his pencil and smiled at his sister.

   "I suppose you talked to mother today," he commented.

   "Of course, I talk to her every day," Marlene replied.

   "Then I'm sure, she told you I was planning a little visit," he said.

   "Yes, and she was quite excited that you were coming up to see her."

   "And how about you, Mo?  Are you excited about my visit?" He asked.

   "Should I be?" She asked.

   "You still haven't learned your lesson, have you, Mo?"

   "I don't know what you're talking about."

   "You love what I do to you.  Tell me you don't like your big tits?  Tell
me you'd rather have your old tits back that were beginning to flatten out
like pancakes."

   "Gary, you blackmailed me.  You forced me to do things against my will.
You took control of every area of my life.  Now you expect me to get
excited that your visit?"

   "Mo, no one knows better than me what you want and what you need.  I
know what a nasty slut you are.  I know what dark dirty thoughts pollute
your mind.  I know what turns you on.  I know you crave cock, any cock. 
Don't you think I see the lust in your eyes as you watch me masturbate?  Go
ahead and deny it!  How many times in the past month have you said how much
you want to take my cock deep in your throat?"

   Marlene couldn't deny it.  It was true.  In the heat of passion she said
it many times and at that moment in time meant it.  He had the proof.  The
videotapes condemned her.  She was often riddled with guilt and self
recrimination by the desire that she felt for her own brother.  She wanted
it to end, but she was trapped.  She was at his mercy.  If he would only
let her go, she could build a life with Rich and some sense of normalcy
could return in her life.

   That was not to be.  She couldn't keep the truth from Rich forever.  The
unusual relationship she shared with her brother could not remain a secret
or could it?

   "There's something you should know, Mo?"

   "What?" she asked with a feeling of foreboding.

   "I'm not just coming up just for a visit," he said.

   "I don't understand," she replied, hoping that her suspicions were
unfounded.

   "I've sold everything down here.  I'm moving back," he said.

   "What?  You're moving back here?" she exclaimed.

   "Yes, this long distance thing just isn't working," he smirked.

   Marlene dropped to her knees in despair.  This couldn't be happening. 
Tears welled up in her eyes and flowed down her cheeks.  She felt the walls
closing in on her, trapping her and suffocating her.  He controlled her
now, but at least for the most part her time was her own.  She could come
and go as she pleased.  She only suffered his indignities at night.  That
would all change and not for the better.

   "You don't seem very happy, Mo, but that's all right.  You'll adjust."

   "Why are you moving back here?"

   "I'm moving back for you.  I've neglected you for far too long.  For all
those years you tried to blame me for your problems.  You cheated on your
husband numerous times.  The poor man had to suffer through affair after
affair, and you blamed me.  You purposely chose married men for your
illicit affairs.  After you were done with them, you chewed them up and
spit them out.  Their wives were left with the aftermath of your dirty
work, and you blamed me.  You masturbated night after night aided by your
numerous sex toys, and you blamed me for your deviant sexual behavior.  Now
we both know that you're by nature a slut, a nymphomaniac who will do
anything for your own sexual gratification.  I plan to help bring out the
worst that you have to offer.  Be prepared!"

   "Please don't!" she pleaded.

   "I'll send you my flight information.  Make sure you're punctual.  I
don't want to be kept waiting.  I'll talk to mother.  Maybe I can convince
her to stay home.  Then we can get reacquainted on the ride home from the
airport," he said ignoring her pleas.

   "I want my life back!" She screamed.

   "Fucking whore!  Grab your nipples and squeeze hard!" He ordered.

   "Please, Gary," she begged as she grabbed her nipples and applied
pressure.

   "Squeeze them harder, tramp.  Your nasty cunt is dripping like a
faucet," he chided her.

   Marlene was in another world as she was overcome by lust.  Her brother
was right.  She used men for her own gratification, but she was trying to
change.  She was on the right road when he forced his way back into her
life, and now all was lost.  With him living here, all hope for her was
gone.  She groaned as she pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind and
focused on the itch between her legs.

   Gary watched his slutty sister as she abused her tits.  He stroked his
cock hopefully for the last time.  Soon his meat would be buried in her
throat.  He had plans for her.  Oh yes, he indeed had plans, and he would
enjoy every minute of his sweet sister's demise as he led her further and
further down the road of depravity.



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