My little sister Maritta had the nicest boobs in the whole town; I knew, because I'd seen them, for she loved to sunbathe nude; she liked the seamless tan look. After the first few weeks of summer, her hair would be almost white blonde, and her skin would darken to coffee-with-cream. Her puffy little nipples would be lighter than her breast skin, they looked like another little set of tits on the tips of my sister's boobs—her breasts were so big, you could see them from behind her..I'd wanted to see ropes tightening around those luscious mounds of sistermeat up for a long time.

When we were younger, Maritta used to purposely do little teasing things to get me to spank her; she would do something to bug me, like snatch a book out of my hands, while I was reading; or poke me in the stomach, kind of hard, when I wasn't expecting it.

I'd jump up and chase her around the living room, Maritta giggling and squealing; finally, I would trap her, and pin her arms, and drag her over to the couch, or onto her bed, anyplace where I could give her a good spanking.

I'd grab both of her wrists in one hand, and twist them behind her back, and sit on her bed, and flop her, squirming and wriggling, over my lap. She would stick her cute little bottom high in the air; I'd grab her rear end and position her for a spanking.

"You rotten little brat!" I'd say, sternly, "You know what happens to little brats who bug me when I'm reading? They get their little butts beat!"

She would struggle oh-so-sexily, as my hand slapped across her squishable behind; I'd spank her very slowly, like six or eight spm (spanks per minute) for a couple of minutes, . I'd rest my hand on her luscious rump, so I could feel her pussy mound through her jeans; she especially seemed to like it whenever I touched her bottom, and I was glad to oblige!

After I'd spanked her, perhaps a few dozen times, like that, I decided to tie her arms behind her back, before I spanked her.

This time, only my sister, our mom and I were at home. Mom was downstairs, doing the laundry, and reading a magazine while she waited for the washer to cycle through.

I was reading a book in my room, when Maritta appeared in the doorway, holding something behind her. I was so lost in my book; I didn't even notice her, until she winged a pillow at me; it landed exactly right on my book!

"Why, you little...!" I jumped up, and chased her back to her room. She made it in, just ahead of me, and tried to hold the door closed against me, but before she could click it closed I forced it open, and seized her by one arm and spun her around, saying, "You're really gonna get it, now!"

I just happened to have a two-inch roll of masking tape, in my pocket, I used it to secure Maritta's arms behind her, wrapping some around her wrists three or four times quickly, and rolled her over, onto my lap. Now I had two hands free, one to hold her butt in place, and one to spank her with. She pretended to cry, and struggle, arching her back, as she writhed on my lap.

I felt up her boobs, pinching the puffy little pink nubbins of nipplemeat at the tips until she squealed.

I had bought a bright red ball gag; specifically just to use on Maritta; I kept it handy, hoping to find an excuse to tie her up and gag her. Imagine that! I just happened to have it on me, too! I had lots of little toys to use on my sexy little sister!

Mom must have heard the racket we were making through her reading, "You're not playing too rough with your sister, are you?" she called out , from downstairs...

"No, Mom, everything's okay," I replied, then, " you better hush up! Mom'll hear us!" I whisper-ordered my sister.

"Hunh-uh! You make me!" Maritta pouted.

"Okay, then," I replied, "I'll be glad to!"

So I stuffed the red ball between my sister's lips, and strapped it around the back of her head. "Mmmmmfphh mnnnm mmffnp!" was all she could say then!

After I tied my sister's arms behind her back, I made sure they'd stay back there, by tying a knotted line around her waist, running it between her legs, and fastening it to her bound-together wrists. I put figure-eight knots every few inches, all along the live end, so that as I pulled it through, the bulky stopper knots dragged across her pussy and her butthole.

She started getting all excited, as I pulled the line tight, then let it slip back, then pulled it tight again, five or six times, sawing the line back and forth. Maritta was breathing hard and muffled little whimpers escaped the gag after a little of that treatment.

When I finally bound her wrists tight against her bottom, I made sure that there was a figure-eight pressing directly on her pussy and her butthole.

Maritta's butt rose as I slid my hands beneath her belly and reached for the snap on her jeans, my sister rolled her hips a little so I could undo her pants, and pull down the zipper. I slid her blue jeans down gradually, (they were so tight!) she helped me by rolling either way, as necessary; she had on pink panties, with her name embroidered in script.

Maritta's rump felt hot; she jerked when I touched her rounded ass, which made her tits bounce and jiggle; her breathing came noticeablly faster and harder. My sister's protests were muffled by the gag, as I swatted her behind; I could feel my thigh glowing where Maritta's huge breasts pressed against me.

My hand moved around, spanking her on different spots on her butt; when I spanked my sister's pussy, resting my hand on the trembling mound between blows, I could feel the dampness starting to moisten her panties.

"If you don't stop wiggling so much, I'm going to have to tie you up a little better!" I told her.

I sat her up so I could wrap quarter-inch line around her upper arms, and shoved her blouse up over her swelling breasts, which were tightly crammed into a lacy white bra. I went all the way around he upper body, running the line over and under her boobs, making four tight passes, and lashing the lines together, constricting her succulent tits, until her pink nipples looked ready to pop!

I pinched Maritta's nipples; her body jerked, and she whimpered into the gag. I took a pair of scissors, and snipped the straps of her brassiere, and pulled the pieces out from under the ropes. I popped her tits out, slapping and squeezing them. Her swollen nipples stiffened and her breath came faster and faster; as I spanked her quivering boobs!

I tied a piece of braided twine around each of Maritta's perky nipples, I pulled her nipples up, even higher than they already were, tying up my sister's breasts had made them look even bigger! I jerked on the lines, making her tits bounce and jiggle sexily, and bringing a gag-muffled complaint from my sister.

"You think that's bad, how 'bout this," I said, pulling out my Leatherman®, opening the needle-nose pliers, and pinching her right nipple, and pulling up on it; hard, while I slapped her breast, hard enough to make her squeal!

I pussy spanked little Maritta some more; when I rested my hand, right on the throbbing mound of sistermeat, I could feel dampness in her panties. I slipped my fingers beneath the pink satin, and traced the lips of her cunt. Maritta gasped, and then held her breath for a moment, as I wiggled my fingers inside her juicy little pussy. My sister moaned into the ball gag, thrusting her pussy hard against my hand as I found the slippery little nubbin of her clit.

Maritta thrashed and squirmed with abandon, as I finger-fucked her, gradually slipping a second finger into her, then a third, pussy juices were really beginng to flow, as she matched the rhythm of my thrusts.

We were so caught up in our fun, that we failed to notice that our mom had begun to wonder what was going on upstairs; she peered in the door, said nothing, but tiptoed away, went back downstairs, and got a camera. She came back, and took some pictures, (some of which may be seen above) then, she cleared her throat.

"A-ahem!" Mom said, "you might as well go ahead and fuck your sister, now; we're going to have to kill her and eat her, anyway; we're completely out of meat!"

How we both jumped! We'd forgotten all about her! She was holding up a shiny metal dildo in one hand, while she held the camera in the other; she'd already been watching us for about five minutes, taking pictures.

"Here, stick this up her butt," Mom said, tossing the dildo at me, "but make sure you don't turn that dial yet, unless you want to cut your little sister's butthole out already!"

My mom walked over to the bed, and seized one of Maritta's breasts and crushed it until my helplessly bound sister squealed into the gag; her nipples looked like they were ready to burst! "Just right for butchering," Mom said, "You'll be able to cut at least six nice boob steaks from each of these!"

My cock grew so hard at the thought of cutting my tied-up sister's tits into boob steaks, that my cock threatened to rip a hole in her belly; I nearly gutted Maritta right there on my lap!

She inspected Maritta's pussy, pinching and squeezing the tender, smooth sistermeat, peeling open the soft lips and probing deep into her. "You should cut your sister up now, as long as you already have her tied up; her cunt steak is just going to get tough if we wait any longer to cut it out."

I pictured my little sister with her twat cut out, her guts danging through the hole between her slender thighs, slices of meat cut from her tits, her arms sawed off at the shoulder, her feet cut off just above the ankle, while I jerked her head back by her long, blonde hair, and sliced her throat.

Mom knew I'd always wanted to fuck my sister; last year, on my birthday, she gave my sister some kind of drug that made her pass out; when I came home from school, and went into my room, she was laying face-down on my bed, with her pants pulled down to her knees, and her panties slid down just enough so her little pussy was peeking out!

There was a sign on the bed, beside her that said' "Do whatever you want to her!" That was the first time I fucked my sister; it was like fucking her dead body, she was so limp.