"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Sally screamed.
She was still dressed in her work uniform, and she had come home from a long shift to find this!
You sat there, stunned. You hadn't expected your sister to be home this early, and thought you had a few extra minutes. But here she stood, cringing, glaring daggers at you.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked again, her voice low with repulsion and disgust. "What on Earth are you doing sitting on my bedroom floor like...that?"
She couldn't bring herself to say the words, the image in front of her being too shocking and too distressing to verbalise. You sat there, legs spread, a pair of Sally's silky red panties wrapped around your hard pencil dick and another pair, thick, blue, and with skidmarks inside wrapped around your head. The dark brown marks right over your nose. You were furiously wanking, until Sally entered and now you just looked like a rabbit caught in headlights.
"You're.... You're... WANKING? To my SKIDMARKS?!" She spat, crossing the room to tower over him. "You're a disgusting filthy creep, little brother!"
Sally was horrified, the idea that her creepy brother was jacking off in her panties was a sickening thought.
"You like skidmarks? You get hard sniffing panties?" You remained silent, with your head lowered in embarrassment. You hadn't meant to get caught.
"You are going to be my toilet slave, perv."
Huh? You look up at her in confusement after the words leave her mouth. Her toilet slave?
She looked deadly serious. "And you're going to eat and drink everything I give you, or I'm telling mum AND your girlfriend Sarah."
You kept your head down, but inside you were secretly pleased. You had watched some porn about being used as a toilet slave – it was one of your favourite fantasies.
"And I need the toilet, now." Sally clicked her fingers, indicating the main door to her bedroom. "Crawl to the bathroom, perv boy."
You moved to take the panties off, but a tsk from Sally stopped him. "You can keep them on, like a sissy toilet perv."
Silently, slowly, You crept to the bathroom, the entire time Sally kicked and insulted you from behind.
"No better than a dog."
"Disgusting filth."
"Perv."
As you slipped into the bathroom, feeling the cold tiles on your hands and knees, your older sister kicked you even harder. "Lie down, on your back. Now!"
Sally moved over your face, lowering her panties. "Close your eyes and open your mouth, perv. I don't want you watching me!"
She pushed herself onto your face, her sweet cunt and pisshole over your mouth. "You may suck gently, to help me piss."
With your mouth working like a personal cunt massager, you felt the first hot trickles of golden nectar seep into your mouth. Your sister was actually pissing into your mouth! Each second and suck made the flow faster, warmer and more putrid.
"Hope you like it, perv." Sally smirked, pressing down a little harder, as a few drops ran from the corner of your mouth onto the floor. "I haven't had very much to drink today, so I bet it tastes nice and ripe for you."
She let out a sinister laugh, dark and dominant.
"Sally?" The voice came just as the door was pushed open. Susan stood there, in all her beauty, surveying the scene in front of her. "What are you doing!?"
"Mom!?”
Your eyes flash open, but all you can see is the sweet pussy of his sister.
"Keep drinking, perv. I haven't finished." Sally scolds. You blush scarlet, but continues to gently massage the juice from your sister.
"Mom," Sally turned her head to look at the older woman who was leaning on the doorframe in shock. "He likes it. I caught him earlier sniffing my panties, and wanking in my bedroom.. He likes skidmarks, and piss-stained panties.. so I thought I'd let him taste the real thing. He's my toilet slave."
Their mother was silent, listening with a horrified look on her face.
"He wants to be treated like this. And he's always been creepy and disgusting – now we know why."
Susan had to admit her son was one of the creepiest people she'd ever met. Most of the time she denied she had a son.
"It's the best way to treat him.. and," Sally giggled, "there is no need to clean the toilet when we have this freak!"
"True..." Susan conceded, she was curious about this new development, and crept a little closer to see what was happening. "You really are disgusting. I wish you weren't my son."
"Did you want a go, Mom?" Sally asked, as she raised herself off your face a little. "Lick me clean."
As you licked the last remaining drops of piss off your sisters thick pussy lips, your mother nodded tentatively. "Show me what to do?"
Sally grinned, and moved to one side. "Just squat over his face and do whatever you want to do."
Your mother squatted over your mouth, and looked down at you. "I can't believe you're this filthy. You disgust me! Eat my shit."
And with that, your own mother tensed, squeezing out a large lump of shit. The moist brown lumps falling into your open and waiting mouth.
"Chew." Sally commanded. "Savour the taste of shit, freak."
You don't have any choice but to obey. Nor do you even try to since you're sich a pathetic and submissive pervert. You bite down into Susan's excrement. It's hard not to show the pure and utter disgust on your face as the taste of your mother's putrid shit explodes inside your mouth and takes over your senses. None the less, you fight the urge to puke with all your might, and with a trembling body you manage to get her putrid lumps of shit down your throat.
The two women laugh at your suffering before finishing their business, and rising to their feet.
"You made a mess on the floor, filth." Sally spat. "Clean it with your tongue, now."
Feeling extremely ashamed and sick from the humiliation and taste, you begin to lick the tiles of the bathroom floor, cleaning it of small pieces of shit and pools of piss. "When you're finished, you can go to your room." Susan finished. "Come on Sally, we're going out for a meal." Your mother and sister leaves you alone with your shame and furiously erected dick. You can't help but to jerk off even though you feel sick and awful about it, all while cleaning the filthy floor with your tongue.
When you're finished you return to your room in tears......
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