The picture was so high-def that it almost looked live, Melissa Hastings didn't believe in false economies and a cheap screen would certainly be that. What was the point of saving a few dollars and get a fuzzy, barely watchable picture? She wasn't short of money, her legal career was going well and now she was fucking her Mom she'd got the older woman to transfer most of her salary into her eldest daughter's account as a top-up allowance. However even if she had to scrimp and save Melissa would have gone for the expensive TV, it was worth every cent to watch movies like this.
She slid her hand over her naked pussy gently rubbing it as on screen her sister danced to some music. It had to be said Spencer Hastings was not a natural dancer, her cavorting, whilst superficially joyful, were out of time and the smile on her face was fake, as if she didn't want to be doing it, but did want to please her sister. The music wasn't something Melissa would have picked either, her sister's taste was eclectic and she'd chosen something which possibly had them dancing in the nineties. However, Melissa was in a forgiving mood, returning home from work to find her sister had slipped the sexy DVD under the door to the barn as they'd agreed. Whatever Spencer's dancing skills, she could work her titties, playing the bra over them teasingly, before finally snapping it off so she was just in her panties and socks.
She continued her sexy dance for the camera, swaying almost in time, her fingers under the elastic of her panties, teasing with brief tugs down that nearly showed her slit. However she couldn't tantalise forever and soon they were down to her ankles, the teen dancing and swaying with her sexy pussy on display. Melissa grinned as her sister turned and wiggled her ass, the silver head of the butt-plug visible between her cheeks. It hadn't been the cheapest toy available, but Melissa thought that the bright metallic colouring looked good between her sister's cheeks and she didn't begrudge a cent spent on it (especially as it had come from Spencer's allowance).
Her sister continued to move, now twerking her ass cheeks so the plug moved between them. There was the sound of a small sensual groan above the music, showing that Spencer had enjoyed making the movie as much as Melissa was enjoying watching it. The movie came to an end as Spencer gave one final wiggle to the music and then as the song ended straightened and walked over to switch off the camera.
Attaching the file to an e-mail Melissa sent it to her fellow A-Team members, sure they would also like it. She closed the laptop and walked over to her drawer, perusing the collection of strap-ons within. Finally she chose one, black and ridged with a bulbous head that would break open the seal and stretch the hole.
Her mother was out at the moment, as ordered by Melissa, with a set time to return - which the older woman would adhere to to the second. Melissa smiled as she thought of her sister's sexy butt and what she was going to do to it. She slipped out of her clothes and into the strap-on, before sliding into a robe and some slippers. The house was near enough that she didn't mind the coolness of the outside for a few seconds and the door was unlocked as always.
"Spencer," she shouted up to her sister from the main room, "I want your fuckhole down here in sixty seconds."
She heard movement from upstairs and glanced at the clock to make sure she timed it right. Loosening her robe she stood astride, her hands on hips, the strap-on dangling in front of her like a real cock. At fifty-nine seconds Spencer appeared still adjusting the strap on her tiny negligee, it barely covered her tits and was translucent enough that Spencer could make out the nipples underneath and so short that as her sister rapidly descended the stairs Melissa could get glimpses of the shaven pussy.
"I was hoping you'd come round," Spencer said as she got to the bottom and stood in front of her dominant sister. There was a smile on her face, nervous and excited, glad to see her elder sibling, as her eyes fixed on the dildo that Melissa was wearing.
The clock ticked, by Melissa's reckoning it was one minute and one second since she called - she might be wrong, but Spencer wouldn't gainsay her. "You're late," she said sternly and waited for the excuse she knew would come; Spencer wasn't Aria - her friend's fuckhole would just accept she was tardy, Spencer always had a reason.
"I wasn't quiet ready, I know you like me to dress sexy for you and I needed to put on my new nightdress," Spencer said, her eyes to the floor.
"Did you not think I'd be over once Mom had left?" Melissa said.
"I hoped you would, but not so quickly," there was a whine in Spencer's fault, almost as if she was blaming Melissa. The older Hastings couldn't take that, if she hadn't been going to punish Spencer for being late (and there was a high likelihood of it), she certainly would for her attitude - a hole should be obedient at all times, not seeking to imply there was a fault with a top.
"Tardiness isn't something I expect from you Spencer, when I call I want you ready. As soon as Mom went out you should have been preparing."
"Yes Melissa," her sister's response was meek, but it was too late and Melissa's mind was made up.
"Go and get the ties," said Melissa forcefully, "If you're going to be late you're going to get punished."
"Yes Melissa," Spencer's response was dutiful, her momentary spark of rebelliousness snuffed out like a candle. Melissa watched as her younger sister scurried up the stairs, her ass bobbing delightfully under the nightdress. As soon as she was out of sight Melissa turned and walked into the kitchen. On top of one of the cupboards was a one-metre ruler. It had originally been something which her Mom had used to measures her daughter's heights (the marks still visible on the doorframe), but as they'd grown it had been forgotten and languished unused on the cupboards top. However it made a lovely spanking implement and more than once over the last couple of month's Spencer's ass had been roasted by it as Melissa punished and trained her sister to full obedience.
She gave it a practice swish, listening to its purr as it swiped through the air and the satisfying crack as it hit the leather of the stool.
"I've brought them," Spencer stood at the door holding a couple of their long left Dad's ties.
"Assume the position," Melissa said curtly, not needing to give anymore instruction.
Spencer leant forward over the kitchen counter, her arms spread out and her ass raised. Melissa tied first one wrist and then the other to the metal bar, before lifting the nightdress fully to expose her sister's rump. It was nicely fuckable as well as spankable and Melissa ran a finger over the round cheeks, feeling the tremor of Spencer as she did. She wondered how much was fear and how much excitement, the teen's introduction to the A-Team had been by a spanking and she seemed to get off on them, though she would never say it. Not that Melissa minded, she loved ramming her sister's butt with strap-on, but whipping it was also fun - it put them both in a place they should be. "How many?"
"As many as you think I deserve," Spencer replied.
"A dozen," said Melissa, she didn't want to ruin Spencer's ass for later - not that it would have stopped her fucking her, even if the ass was torn up like the Western Front - but she was a dominatrix, not a sadist. "Count them out."
