Josephine, The Family Fucktoy Ch. 03

Hey everybody! Sorry for the long wait between parts two and three, I've just been busy and working on other stories as well. As I mentioned before, this story isn't strictly incest/ taboo, there are elements of other categories, in chapter 2 it was BDSM, and in this chapter, there's a forced sex element, a bit of a roleplay going on. This one will be a little rougher, but rest assured it will be the roughest chapter in the series (I think, ha). Anyways, I hope you enjoy, I'll try to be quicker in the next chapter, and while this one is mostly entirely sex, I assure you the next one will have quite a bit more plot/ shit going on.

Thanks for reading, thanks for any feedback (even if you are being an anonymous prick), and as always, every character in this story is over 18.

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Josephine's eyes rolled in the back or her head as she climaxed again.

She was strapped to a wooden chair, backwards, so the back of the chin held her up by her chin. She was naked, covered in sweat and welts, a few bruises here and there. Her arms and legs were bound to the legs of the chair, her ass sticking out, a double pronged vibrating dildo inserted into both her pussy and ass. Her mouth had a large, red, rubber ball gag strapped in, big enough to keep her quiet, a steady stream of drool slipping down her chin and onto the floor below.

In front of her was Patrick's lap top, a steady loop of porn playing. He'd somehow rigged it so the videos would play for only a minute or two before switching to the next, and he'd made sure to only include incredibly rough, filthy scenes: gagging, throatfucking, bdsm, gangbangs, rape scenes, girls crying and being abused, girls orgasming, being held down and fucked in every hole.

The seat was wet and there was a puddle on the floor from how many times she'd squirted. Josephine had just enough leverage to move the dildo back and forth, to control where it pressed against. She couldn't get it out, but she could control which area inside her it pressed against, giving her the ability to control when she came almost, or rather, prolong the duration between orgasms, for no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep herself from cumming after long enough.

She was alone. She'd been tied up and left like this for what felt like hours now, and her mind was practically fried. Her eyes were sunken, her body was worn out, she was beginning to get scared of whether or not her training would do irreparable damage to her psyche or body, but even those worries were short lived. They would brush up against her and she'd begin to panic, then they'd fly off with the next impending orgasm.

Finally, she heard the door open and close. She couldn't move her head, but she knew it was Patrick by the length of time he'd taken to even address her.

"Having fun?" He asked her after a moment or two.

"Mhm," She squealed, nodding her head slightly.

"Had enough?" He questioned, spanking her ass.

"Mm! Mhm! Mhm!" She begged, and she saw him close the laptop, grabbing the dildo and pulling it out of her holes, turning it off.

He pulled the gag out of her mouth and she gasped, shaking and spitting, wincing.

"Oh! Oh God! It's happening again!" She squealed, spasming as her body climaxed one last time.

"Sh," Patrick whispered in her ear, comforting her, holding her through the last orgasm. "Sh, it's ok, it's ok."

She slowly calmed herself, shivering and shaking as he untied her, then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into his bed. She looked down and realized he was naked, his hard cock swinging underneath her.

As soon as they plopped down on his soft mattress, she lunged after his cock, grabbing it and shoving it deep down her throat.

"Way woo wer" she said, thanking him with his cock in her mouth, her head bouncing up and down on his hard shaft.

"You're welcome, kitten," Patrick smiled, leaning back and letting her suck him off. After a moment or two he got restless, grabbing her body and picking it up, twisting her around so she was sitting on top of him, her pussy right in his face.

He'd barely licked her when she shivered, her body tensing as she came again.

"Oh! I'm sowwy!" She cried, forcing his cock even deeper down her throat.

"It's ok, kitten, you can keep cumming however many times you need, you have my permission." He cooed, and she hummed a little, his cock all the way down her throat, holding it there.

"Fuck!" He gasped, then grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, licking her tight little ass. She shuddered and started to orgasm again, shaking her head and squealing, then bobbing up and down on his cock some more.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and turned to him.

"Please, sir, please don't make me cum anymore," She begged, tears streaming down her face.

"You've had enough?" He asked, spanking her ass, and she nodded.

"Yes sir, please, just let me suck you off. I want your cum so bad, I want to swallow your cum like a good little girl!" She whined, and Patrick leaned back, smiling.

"Very well, get back to work" He demanded, and she smiled, grabbing his cock and slapping it against her face.

"Yes sir," She whispered, then shoved it back down her throat.

She bobbed her head up and down, slobbering and choking on his cock, until at last he couldn't fight it anymore. He groaned and she plunged his cock all the way down her throat, letting him shoot his load down her throat, gulping it all down.

When he had finally finished, she picked herself up, turning to him, a dribble of cum leaking out the side of her mouth.

"Thank you for your cum, sir," she whispered, then collapsed on his chest.

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When she awoke, it was dark outside. She was wrapped in blankets and there was a glass of water next to the bed. Patrick sat on his computer, typing something out, lost in his work.

"Um, sir-" She squeaked, and he turned to her, a smile on his face.

"Patrick," He corrected, "We've talked about this, I don't want you to get in the habit of calling me that when we're not having fun together."

"Yes, sorry s- I mean, sorry Patrick." She smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," He grinned, closing the computer and turning to her.

"Not just, not just for today. For everything, for the past couple weeks, for training me," She cooed, barely even able to pick herself up. "I've been having so much fun with you."

"I'm glad." Patrick smiled, standing up and walking towards the foot of her bed. "You're an incredible sub, Jo, and a fantastic lover. I've had a lot of fun too."

"Good," She moaned, sitting up and grabbing the water. "But, um, there's something I need to talk to you about."

He sat down next to her, and she took a few gulps, then handed him the glass.

"Well then spit it out, Jo, you know you can tell me anything," He laughed, taking a gulp, then setting the water down on the bedside table.

"Well, I think I'd like to take a break from my training," She whispered, a hint of worry in her voice.

"Take a break?" Patrick laughed, "Jo, you don't need any more training, we could have probably stopped a week in, everything we've done after that, well, it's not really training anymore, it's just fun."

She smiled, grabbing him and hugging him. He picked her up and sat her in his lap, letting her nuzzle her head against his chest.

"Oh God, I was so worried that you'd-" She started, but he put his finger to her lips.

"Jo, when this all started, we agreed that it would simply be physical, remember? There's nothing to explain, nothing to argue about."

She kissed his neck, again and again, pushing her body against his.

"Oh Patrick! God, you're so wonderful," She gushed, smiling up at him.

"Likewise, Jo, I couldn't have asked for a better little sister," He laughed, kissing her forehead.

"But, um, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about," she admitted, her face turning beet red.

"And that is?" Patrick asked, an all too knowing look in his eyes.

"Well," She bit her lip, "I think I'm ready to fuck Mark."

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Mark had noticed his little sister, Josephine, had been acting very strangely the past couple days.

She'd been a little bit more engaging, but that wasn't it. She hadn't been the shy, dutiful little girl he'd been used to for a few weeks now. She was more open and lively, she laughed more, she talked more, but he'd barely noticed that.

And it wasn't that she'd been spending more time with his older brother, Patrick, sneaking off into his room, going on little trips, or electing to stay home together when everyone else went out hunting or fishing. No, nobody really noticed anything strange going on. They were a very busy, independent family, everybody spent most of their time doing their own thing, so even if Josephine and Patrick had been hanging out a little more than normal, it had gone unobserved.

Really, what had raised Mark's curiosity lately was just how much attention she'd suddenly started paying him over anyone else.

It started out innocent enough, when he was watching the game and she'd insisted on sitting down next to him and asking him about it. She was wearing next to nothing, some little sundress, her curvy, soft figure was hard to miss, but he'd been a little preoccupied and had brushed her off.

Then she'd asked him to help her out in the basement with her weight lifting. He'd sworn the shorts she was wearing then were tight enough and small enough to be considered panties more than actual clothes, and her shirt, an old T that she'd cut up so her shoulder popped out and her stomach was bare, practically flaunting her sexy little body to him, sent blood rushing to his head.

"Am I stretching right?" She'd asked, her legs spread, bending over, and he could see her puffy little pussy lips sticking through her shorts, and he'd started sweating profusely, his mouth dry.

"Yeah, yeah, that's right," He'd said, then made some excuse to leave.

But what finally set him off was when he was sitting in the kitchen, and he could hear her talking to some friend on the phone in the dining room. She knew he was in there, she had to, she'd walked right past him as he poured himself a glass of orange juice, and still she'd began giggling to her friend over the phone.

"I know, I can't help it! It's just, after me and Travis broke up, I've been dying to get laid, it's killing me!" She laughed, and Mark swore he saw her throw a sweet little glance his way.

"Yeah, yeah, but I don't want to fuck just anyone, I'd rather it be someone I can trust, someone that'll pound my little pussy to oblivion, without getting all lovey dovey on me. Fuck, why the hell is it so hard to find a guy that strictly wants to fuck my brains out?"

Mark sighed and shook his head, barely able to think straight, his cock rock hard.

He'd wanted to offer up his services, to tell her he'd be more than happy to fuck her tight little pussy and walk away without a second though.

But he held his tongue. Offering to fuck your step sister, your sweet, innocent little step sister, was just too much for him to jump into. What if she freaked out? What if she told their dad? Or worse, Jacob?

No, he pushed it out of his head and went for a jog instead, trying to forget about it, trying to sweat it out.

When he got back, Josephine seemed like she'd been waiting for him, sitting in a little white sundress, wearing an apron of all things, at the kitchen counter.

"Oh good! You're home!" She giggled, jumping out of her stool.

"Oh, uh, yeah, just went for a little jog." He smiled, rubbing the sweat from his brow.

"Mmm, you get nice and sweaty," she smiled, biting her lip and giving him a sultry look.

"Yeah, well, it's a hot one-" he started, but she grabbed his sides and pulled her body against his, taking a deep breath in through her nostrils.

"Fuck, I don't know what it is about guys, but when you sweat, ugh!" She giggled, batting her eyelashes and letting go. "I was wondering if you could help me with something, if you don't mind."

"Well, uh, I was gonna take a quick shower," He started, realizing the very serious need to jerk off and release all the sexual tension he'd let build up. His cock was rock hard, he was struggling to keep it unnoticeable underneath his basketball shorts.

"Oh, nonsense, this won't take that long!" She insisted, grabbing a couple different bottles of cleaner and a rag off the counter.

"Well, ok, I guess," He obliged, and she kicked open the kitchen cabinet underneath the sink.

"I noticed how filthy this cabinet is earlier, and I want to clean it, but it's gonna take every cleaner we have to get the gunk out, even some wax to really polish it clean," She smiled, and Mark couldn't help but notice how she accentuated the word "polish."

"Uh, ok," he swallowed, rubbing his forehead again.

"So I'm going to get down there and start scrubbing, and I want you to hand me whatever cleaner I ask for," She smiled, and Mark nodded.

"Sure, yeah, I can do that," He smiled, and she lunged forward and hugged him, pressing her body against his rock hard cock.

He knew she must have felt it, and when she pulled away there was a lingering stare, her smiling up at him, an almost naughty look in her eyes, but then she turned away.

"Great!" She giggled, then got down on her knees, looking up at him.

Mark half expected her to open up her mouth and pull his cock out of his pants right then and there, but she only smiled and turned towards the cabinet. She got on her hands and knees and half her body disappeared under the sink.

"Hand me the spray cleaner, and the rag," she told him, her hand sticking out behind her, and Mark grabbed what she asked for, and turned to her, almost having a heart attack when he looked down.

There, on her hands and knees, her upper half completely hidden inside the cabinet, her legs and ass sticking out, Josephine's dress had completely lifted up over her ass. Her plump little butt was sticking out entirely, bare and pale, almost shaking a little bit.

"Um, uh, yeah, here you go," he stuttered, handing her the cleaning supplies.

"Thanks!" She giggled. Her ass moved back and forth, back and forth as she scrubbed and cleaned, and Mark's blood rushed to his head and his heart begin pumping a mile a minute.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath, unconsciously grabbing his cock and stroking it.

"Oh geez, it is just FILTHY down here!" She moaned, sweat pouring down Mark's face.

"Yeah, well-" he gasped, his eyes locked on her bubbly little rump.

"It's been so long since anyone took care of things down here, it's just TERRIBLE!" She giggled, and Mark leaned down a little to get a closer look, realizing Josephine's pussy was slightly gaping, glistening wet.

"Yeah, that's-"

"You really can't ignore it for that long, it really needs to be taken care of regularly, I just wish I wasn't the only one here who would bother taking care of it," She insisted, and Mark snapped out of it, standing up straight.

You'd have to be a fool to not realize what's going on here, he thought. He turned to her and realized she was shaking her ass from side to side, she'd even spread her knees a little bit more.

"Will you hand me the wax? I really need to lube up this wood," She giggled, and Mark exhaled a deep breath, shaking his head from side to side.

She couldn't be any more obvious, he realized.

He pulled his shorts down, stroking his cock until it was rock hard.

"Mark?" Josephine called, her hand sticking out behind her, "Can you give it to me."

Fuck, he thought. He knew he shouldn't, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself.

"Mark! Come on! Just give it to me!" She demanded, her back arching down, her pussy just staring up at him. He shrugged, then got down on his knees, straddling her and shoving his cock right up her tight little pussy.

"Oh God!" She squealed, as he grabbed her wrist and held it against her back. "Oh! Fuck! Mark!"

"Is this what you want?" He yelled, pounding her tight little pussy.

"Fuck! Mark! Fuck!" She groaned, yelping a little when he spanked her ass.

"Jesus Christ! You're pussy's so tight!" He gasped, shaking his head as he thrusted into her from behind.

"Oh god, yes! Mark! Fuck my little pussy! Oh god! Your cock is so good!"

Mark couldn't help it. There'd been so much build up, so much anticipation, he knew couldn't hold out much longer.

Josephine arched her back and stuck her ass up, her pussy hungrily accepting every thrust.

"Oh, fuck!" Mark groaned, inching closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh god! Yes, Mark! Cum inside my little pussy!" Josephine squealed, almost reading his mind. "Oh god! Fill me with your cum, Mark! Fuck, I want you to cum inside me!"

Her begging and pleading sent him over the edge. He grabbed her ass and pulled her back, slamming his balls against her pussy as he exploded inside her, shooting his load over and over again.

"Ohhhhhhhh Yes! Yes!" She screamed, and then Mark fell back, wiping the sweat from his brow and staring at her as she crawled out of the cabinet and looked up at him, smiling a pouty little grin.

"Oh god, what the fuck," He groaned, shaking his head. "Jo, I'm so fucking sorry!"

She rolled her eyes, smiling, as she grabbed his cock and started licking him clean.

"Sorry for what? Not lasting longer?" She giggled, stuffing his cock back in his pants, then pointed at the kitchen table.

"Get up, sit at the table," She demanded, and like a dog, he acquiesced, climbing up and into his seat.

Jo stood up slowly, pulling her dress up and over her head and tossing it aside. She climbed on top of the table and sat in front of Mark entirely naked, her legs spread, her glistening, clean shaven pussy right in his face.

"Did you like that? Did you like my pussy?" She asked, fingering herself.

"Yes, fuck, yes," Mark groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"Good. I had fun too," She smirked, and when Mark looked up he saw his cum dribbling out of her pussy and onto her fingers, her smiling devilishly as she brought them up to her lips, licking them clean.

"Oh, fuck, this is so wrong!" Mark moaned, shaking his head.

"Why?" She snapped, staring down at him almost angrily. "I wanted you to fuck me, I practically tricked you into it! What? Am I not good enough for your cock?"

"No, no! Jo! It's not like that, it's just-" Mark stammered.

Jo giggled, rubbing her clit again and smiling at him.

"You've told me you'd do anything for me, countless times." She informed him, fluttering her eyes a little as she played with herself.

"Yeah, but-" Mark tried to argue, but she cut in.

"And right now, I want a good fucking. You don't want to fuck me?" She asked, making a little pouty face and big, sad, puppy dog eyes.

"Well, no, it's not that, it's just-"

"Oh my god," She groaned, her breath quickening and her face flushing as she began to climax. "Sh! Sh! One second!"

Mark watched as she made herself orgasm, her pussy contracting and squirting all over the table, a mixture of his cum and her juices pooling in front of him.

"Oh, fuck, there we go," She sighed, smiling at him.

Mark sat there in shock, his eyes practically popping out of his face, as Josephine leaned back, catching her breath.

"Relax, dummy," She giggled, "This isn't anything. But you've always been such a sweetheart, you've always been a good big brother. Is that so much to ask that you fuck me?"

Mark swallowed, shaking his head from side to side.

"No, I mean, of course it isn't." He gasped.

"We're both consenting adults, we can have a little bit of fun, right?" She asked, smiling at him.

"Right," He nodded, almost in a trance.

"So you can fuck me, just this once? And not get weird, not get all sappy and emotional about it? Just give me a good, hard fucking, have a little fun, and not expect anything else?"