Now that was a challenge that just couldn't be ignored!
Wes cleared his throat, and Lynn jerked her head toward him. She knew immediately what he was thinking!
"No! No!" she shouted.
"What can I do, Lynn? If I don't fuck her like she wants, she'll tell John. I don't want that to happen."
His voice was reasonable, but Lynn was having none of it.
"Damn you! If you fuck my sister, I'll tell daddy!"
Wes rolled his eyes, turned his back on both girls, and sat down in the chair beside the lights.
"Come on, you two," he said. "This just isn't fair! If I fuck you, Lynn will tell. If I don't fuck you, you'll tell! I lose either way!"
Lynn turned on Lori.
"You can get any boy in school to fuck you! Why do you want Wes?"
"You can get any boy in school, too: you top-heavy pig! I know how much they want those gigantic tits of yours! Do you have any idea how I feel, being told how much they'd like to fuck my sister, hearing day after day how much they'd like to suck on those big jugs my sister's got! Do you?" Lori screamed at her sister, and suddenly struck out with her open palm and slapped Lynn hard across her face.
Lynn turned her head aside with the blow, tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't return the blow.
"I didn't know they did that to you, Lori."
"Well, now you do! Every date I've ever had winds up in a fighting match for my cunt, or a third-degree about you! I bet half the guys who ask me out just want to get at you! Damn you and your tits!"
Lori broke down into tears, and fell against her sister. Lynn held her tightly to her, and began caressing her back gently and slowly through her Victorian dress.
Lynn sighed, and looked over at Wes.
Then she gently turned Lori to face him, too. She held her sister's shoulders and forced her forward a step, as though offering her virginity as a sacrifice.
She nodded to Wes.
She leaned forward and whispered in Lori's ear.
"Do you want me to watch, sister?"
Lori calmed her tears, then nodded slightly to Lynn.
"Yes, please stay," she said quietly.
Lynn squeezed her sister's shoulders tightly for a moment, then let go and went over to Wes.
"She's yours, Wes," she said, leaning down and giving him a brief kiss on his lips. Wes reached up and grabbed her slim neck, held her bent over, and whispered to her, "Lynn, don't worry. I'll be gentle with her. And remember, you are the one I love!"
Lynn smiled, then grinned happily.
"Well, get to it, stud!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the chair, then sat down on it herself, settled herself to watch the deflowering of her sister…
Wes went over to Lori.
"Are you absolutely certain you want to do this?"
Lori nodded firmly, wiping the last trace of tears from her cheeks.
"All right," he said, "how do you want it?"
Lori shrugged, lowered her eyes.
Wes jabbed his thumb up under Lori's chin, lifting her face.
"Don't give me that coy little shrug, girlie. You sure knew what you wanted a few minutes ago, and you threatened me with some very unpleasant consequences if I didn't do it. So, you just get busy and direct this little show! And you better make it good, because we have a very lovely audience!"
He turned and gave Lynn a quick wink.
Lori straightened her shoulders, and tighten her thin lips in determination. She would see this through to the end… her end!
She had spent many nights lately laying alone in her bed, with her fingertips playing with her asshole! It excited her beyond belief! And the thought of being fucked in her asshole drove her crazy with desire! She rubbed her tiny puckered hole, teasing herself for long minutes at a time, then licked her finger wet and pressed it through her tight ring of muscle and into her ass! There, she wiggled her finger wildly and stuck it in deep, moving it in and out like a little cock!
Ass-fucking was her dream of real sex!
But watching her sister being tied up had excited her, too! How helpless Lynn must have felt! How… submissive! Lori longed to be submissive to some strong-willed animal of a man, a man who would bind her arms behind her, and rip her panties down her legs and fuck her asshole and cunt without bothering to ask her permission, without caring about hurting her or pleasing her! But she knew she would be pleased! She dreamed of being raped, being tied down to some table or bed in an old shed somewhere and fucked and fucked and fucked!
But she also knew this desire arose out of her youth and inexperience. One of her girlfriends had actually been raped, and it had been a nightmare of pain and mental torture for the poor girl… not at all like Lori's dreams… Lori had no real conception of how badly a female body could be hurt, she didn't really understand sex or men or lust or love… she only dreamed… and her dreams were far from reality, as dreams should be… pleasant dreams of tight bondage… but the actuality was never there… the real pain of rope and rape…
Intellectually, the youngster knew her dreams were dangerous, but emotionally, in her youth and innocence, she longed for it, lusted for it, and dressed for it… dressed in her feminine best, kept her body freshly washed and clean and sweet-smelting.
And it never entered her mind that Lynn might be jealous of her!
Lynn was so lovely and big, so tall and well-developed! How could such a magnificent creature ever be envious of a little thing like Lori?
She dismissed the thought as ridiculous!
She wanted Wes to do everything to her, but Wes was not cooperating at all, and neither was her sister. She didn't want to be the aggressor, she wanted to be submissive!
"Tie me up," she said simply.
"How?" Wes said with a smite.
"Like you Lori began, thinking that she would like to be tied up like her sister had been, but then decided quickly that it might just bore her uncle, or make him laugh at her. So she thought quickly.
"Tie me… upside-down… by my ankles from that pipe in the ceiling!" she said with little gasps, screwing up her courage to take the worst she could imagine!
"Upside-down?"
Lori nodded, her sweet little face serious, intense.
"Yes. Lynn can help. Tie the rope around my ankles, then I'll sit on the floor and you can hoist me up."
"Hmmmmm… Well, it might work," Wes said, his voice filled with sudden interest.
"Lynn," he called, "come here and give me a hand, will you?"
Lori's sister got up out of the chair and came over to the two. She had brought some short lengths of clothesline, handed them to her uncle.
"Okay, Lori. Are you sure?"
Lori nodded firmly.
"Put your hands behind your back and cross your wrists."
It was a command that the young girl eagerly obeyed. She thrilled at the touch of her uncle's hands, wrapping the rope around her incredibly thin wrists, pulling it tight enough to cut off the circulation, then tying it off in a knot.
When Wes finished tying the child's wrists, he turned her around to face him.
"Lori, I'm going to do what you have suggested. I'll hang you from the ceiling by your ankles. And then I'll photograph you, and I'll even give you a full set of the pictures. And when I'm done photographing you, I'll cut you down, and I'll luck you. I'll luck you in your cunt, and I'll luck you in your asshole.
"But those are the things you want.
"You're going to have to do what I want, too! I'll tell you what those things are as we go along. But for now, I want you to understand two things.
"First, I love Lynn: I love your sister, and our fucking was done out of love for each other. Now, I care about you very much, but it is your sister that I really love, and who I want to be with. Understand?"
Lori lowered her eyes, blushed, nodded like a little girl.
"Good. Second, the pictures that I take of you will be distributed across the country, here and back in Asia and Australia. They will be made up into sets and sold as pure pornography. Your lovely face will become very well known to those collectors of special, expensive pornography. Understand?"