I gesture Andy downstairs and, when he hesitates at the foot of the stairs, push him towards the lounge. He takes a seat on the couch and looks up at me. "Okay. What's up?"
I take a deep breath. "Your problem, I think, is solved."
"Really?" He perks up immediately. "How? How'd you manage it?"
"Trade secret," I say with a smile. "Now. Close your eyes for a second. Oh, c'mon," I added when he hesitates. "It's more fun this way."
He complies. "Right," I say, grabbing his shoulder and steering him towards the door of my room. "Ready?"
"For anything," he says, excitement evident in his voice.
Oh, no you're not. If you are, I'll be very surprised. "Okay then." I unlock my door, open it, and help him inside, closing and locking the door behind me. I drop the key in my pocket and then flip on the light. "Open your eyes."
He does. For a moment, which I estimate as roughly long enough to fully take in the scene, no one says anything.
Lin is curled up on the bed, apparently unconscious. Fully nude. Her ankles and knees are tied together, and her wrists are handcuffed - separately - to the headboard of the bed. A ball gag lies on the bed beside her head; apparently she managed to take it off after I'd left. Her makeup is running, tracing mascara and eyeliner teartracks down her face.
On the dresser, facing the bed, sits a video camera, a red LED blinking on its front. I doubt that Andy has noticed it yet.
He turns to face me, his expression a mix of confusion and anger and, oh joy of joys, arousal. "What the fuck?"
I grab him and, one-handed, shove him against the wall, reaching into my pocket as I do. "Now look," I say, removing the folding pocketknife ($8.99, purchased yesterday afternoon) and flipping it open next to his face. "This is exactly what you wanted. A chance to screw her." I gesture towards the bed. "So get to it."
"I didn't... I didn't mean like... like this," he says, his eyes on the knife. "I thought... I meant..."
"You'd rather her be drunk? Shitfaced? Unable to consent?" I laugh in his face. "Man up, Andy. Here's your chance. Take it. Take it or-" I reach down and squeeze his crotch. He jumps and pulls away, but not before I feel the stiffening bulge there. "-Or I'll cut your little friend there right off."
A voice. A croak, really, hoarse from what had probably been two hours of screaming into the dark room. "What... why..."
I turn to the bed. Lin is awake - groggy, but awake. She stares at me, new tears forming in her eyes. I brush Andy aside and walk up to the bed, staring down at her. My eyes rove over her smooth and cleanly shaven legs, now red and raw from rubbing against the cord I'd tied her with. Her flat chest, heaving with sobs. I feel a slight stirring somewhere south of my belt. "Because, my dear sister," I say, bending down so we can see eye to eye, "you have worked very, very hard to make my life miserable. I am simply returning the favor."
"Please," she whispers, tears flowing fully now. "Please."
"No," I say cheerfully. "No, that won't do you any good. I know all about your escapades. All about your boyfriends and fuckbuddies and 'lovers.' All of them. I read your emails - wasn't hard to get to them, let me tell you - and I know everything. Do you think Mrs. Chandler would like to know that you sucked her husband's cock in the booth during the fall musical? Do you think Johnny Angstrom's parents would be happy to hear that the real reason he killed himself was because you fucked him, dumped him, and told the school he had a four-inch dick?" I lean in closer yet and spit on her face. She recoils, crying harder than ever. "Did you really think you would get away with everything?"
I turn to face Andy, who is standing by the door, one hand rattling the doorknob. "It's locked. And it'll stay locked. She's a slut, Andy. She's a whore. The only reason she's even passing her classes is because she took the virginity of half the nerds on campus." I walk forward and place a gently hand on his shoulder. He doesn't shake it off; I have a suspicion he's in some form of shock. "She deserves this, Andy," I say, letting the anger fall out of my voice. "Take her. Punish her. Do it."
Andy's head comes up. He looks at me, not at her. "She hates me," he mumbles.
"Yes. She does." I nod fervently. "For no reason. You've never done anything to hurt her, and she hates you. She hates everyone. She deserves this. Listen to your body, Andy. It knows what to do." I grab his arm and guide it down to his crotch, where the bulge is even more prominent. He grasps it clumsily. "Do it. Do her. Take her."
Andy turns to face her again. He looks for a long moment, his eyes traveling up and down her body. Lin mouths something - it looks like another "please" - and then he turns back to me, shaking his head. "I can't. I can't."
"You can, and you will." I raise the knife again. "You get one shot at this. You asked for something; I delivered. Now hold up your end of the bargain. Fuck her."
Slowly, dreamlike, Andy walks over to the bed. He looks down at my sister, then turns back to me. "She really sucked off Mr. Chandler?"
"And he took pictures. I've got 'em all." I nod to the bed. "She's a slut. She deserves whatever you do to her."
Andy looks at her for a long moment. Then he reaches out and touches the side of her face. Lin pulls away and screams; like a champ, Andy reacts instinctively, and slaps her. I smile; Andy plays basketball, and his slaps are like most people's punches. It certainly shuts her up, at any rate. I breathe a sigh of relief and close the knife, returning it to my pocket.
"Bitch," he says, one hand on her head, the other moving towards her bound legs. "Slut. Skank. Dirty fucking whore. Too good for me, you said. Too fucking good for me." He grabs her legs and pulls her down towards the foot of the bed; the handcuffs hold, and she is stretched out, face-up. She tries to bring her arms down to cover herself, not that there is much to cover - her breasts are small, childlike... boyish. The stirring in my pants grows stronger.
Andy traces his finger around her nipples in a figure eight pattern, and she begins to scream again. I take a few steps to my computer and pull up the play list I made last night, and a moment later French techno surges out of the speakers, drowning out my sister's cries. And now he has his hands cupped over her breasts, and she's trying to kick at him but can't because her legs are tied too tightly. I wonder idly if the circulation to her feet is cut off, and I let a hand drift down to my belt.
"Always second-best," I whisper, my words lost to the booming backbeat of the music. "Always the slow one. The unsuccessful one." Andy leans down and bites, lightly, at Lin's nipple. She lets loose a fresh howl, throwing herself to one side and the next, actually dragging the bed frame an inch or so in each direction in her struggles to escape. My fingers gloss over the belt buckle, move instead to the zipper of my khakis and pull it down. "Couldn't pass middle school without flirting with the principal. Wouldn't be graduating high school if you weren't fucking the whole school." I lightly touch the front of my boxers, feeling the hard-on lurking there.
Andy turns to look at me, one hand on each of my sister's legs. He says something that goes unheard, but I know what he's asking. Not bothering to zip up again - in fact, I want them to see me like this - I walk forward, taking the knife out of my pocket again.
Lin's face is a mess of tears and tangled hair, snot running down from her nose. She's still screaming. Shouting. Mostly just sounds, but I can faintly hear an occasional "no" and "don't" mingled in.
I raise the knife and hold it against her throat. She tries to pull back from the cold steel, but I keep it tightly against her neck, and she stops moving, eyes locked onto mine in terror. "If you move," I mouth, forming each word carefully so that she can lip-read them, "I will kill you."
She freezes in place. Gently, applying no pressure at all, I drag the knife point down over her skin, tracing my way down, down. She shudders as it passes over her stomach, and tries as hard as she can not to scream as I quickly slide the knife through and up, slicing cleanly through the cord holding her knees together. I cut through the one tied around her ankles as well. "She's all yours," I say, waving Andy forward again, and I stand by the side of the bed, knife still in hand.
He needs no prompting, and is already halfway out of his pants. I watch him shed his briefs and my free hand goes back to my groin, grasping at my cock beneath the fabric of my boxers. Andy crawls up onto the bed on hands and knees and grabs Lin's legs. She gasps as he forces them apart, begins to struggle to close them again, then looks at me, at the knife still in my hand, and stops, squeezing her eyes shut.
For the first time, I have a clear view of my sister's pussy. It's the same as everything else about her: average. A tuft of black pubic hair that matches the hair atop her head. A thin slit, the lips on either side small and unremarkable. Clearly dry. Well, I think to myself, at least she doesn't have a rape fetish. That would defeat the purpose.
I pull a tube of lubricant (also purchased last night) from my pocket and toss it onto the bed next to Andy. He shoots me a quick nod of thanks, then squeezes a small pool of the gel into his hand. He spreads some of it on his cock, rubbing the stuff all over the shaft and head, and I slip my fingers through the front of my boxers, stroking myself gently. And then Andy takes the rest of the lube and rubs it in between Lin's legs, shoving two fingers into her cunt. She screams again, and I'm struck by an idea. I begin undoing my belt as Andy increases the speed of his fingers, thrusting in and out, swearing and cursing nonstop under his breath as he does so. Lin keeps screaming and sobbing.
My fingers stumble on the button to my pants for a moment, but then I get it undone and they drop, quickly followed by my boxers. Lin draws in a deep breath to start screaming again, but before she can start I grab her head with both hands and shove my cock into her mouth. She stiffens, pulling away, but I hold her head steady. Then I feel the brush of teeth midway down my shaft. I lean down and turn her head so that her ear is an inch from my mouth. "Bite down," I hiss, "and you're dead."
