Daddy's slut girl(22)

"Just a little touch, Calvin," Emily said icily. "Indulge your evil desires if you must, but then you're going straight to bed."

"Yes, Mommy," Calvin whined.

Mommy? Emily was his sister. Cindy slowly began to understand just how sick Calvin was. Emily must be a little nuts, too, to indulge him in this bizarre game. Cindy got the impression that the mannish redhead liked wielding that whip.

Calvin approached the bed panting and leering. Little drops of spit appeared at the corners of his mouth. When his knees touched the edge of the bed, he leaned forward and laid his hands on Cindy's creamy bare tits. The girl recoiled in horror. His hands were cold but very wet. It was like the touch of death.

"Hold still," Emily told her. "Let him touch you. It can't hurt you, stupid. Remember, I can punish you."

Cindy held still. She gawked in disgust at Calvin's wormy white thin chest, utterly hairless and bony, and she couldn't even bring herself to look at his leering drooling face. He pawed her big ripe tits feverishly, squeezing the tender flesh, pinching her nipples. It hurt, but Cindy didn't dare object. She had a feeling Emily meant what she said about sending her back to Pop.

"That's enough!" Emily snapped. "You wicked boy, get away from her!"

"No, no, no!" howled Calvin. He acted like he was going to burst into tears like a baby. "No, I don't want to go to bed."

"Then what do you want?" said Emily. Her hand was tightening on the whip, her knuckles white.

"I want to see her pussy," Calvin said, chuckling like a naughty little boy.

As Cindy expected, the whip descended with unusual ferocity. The more "naughty" Calvin was, the harder he got whipped. Emily hit him several times, lashing his bare back, and Calvin howled in pain. It was really hurting him – but he didn't move away, just stood there and took it. Cindy had never heard of this particular perversion, but she understood that Calvin liked to be hurt.

"You filthy-minded little beast!" cried Emily. "You'll go to hell for thoughts like that!"

"I want it, I want it," Calvin chanted, jumping up and down in his baggy diaper. "I want to see her pussy."

"Oh, if it'll shut you up," Emily said like a harried mother. "Just a little look, then you're going to bed." She dropped the maternal tone and said briskly to Cindy, "Take off the robe. Get out from under the covers. Just lie there so he can see you."

Fuck you, you sick old bitch, Cindy thought.

Nevertheless she obeyed. It couldn't hurt her to have poor old Calvin just look, and it was a damned sight better than returning to New York. Why, she was halfway to California now, and if she just kept up her courage and determination, she'd make it…

Thinking of Los Angeles and her new life, Cindy briskly removed her robe, climbed out from under the covers, and stretched out on her back for Calvin to see. She lay there utterly naked, her sweet ripe body looking incredibly smooth and young in the mellow bedroom light.

Calvin made a wet gurgling noise and leaned closer to look at her.

His weird eyes focused hungrily on her little golden beaver and the shadowy place between her thighs. Cindy looked back coldly at him and his sister, studying their reactions. There was plenty of reaction. Calvin's diaper suddenly tented sharply in front. Cindy could see the pointed outline of his erect cock. When she glanced at Emily, she saw something even stranger. The woman's eyes were hot and gleaming as she stared at Cindy's luscious little naked body, and a wet patch appeared at her crotch. Emily Trout was creaming right through her leather suit at the sight of the girl's body.

Cindy turned away in disgust. She'd heard that some people did weird things for kicks, but she'd never imagined anything as sick as this. She heard Calvin's loud excited breathing, and she wished he'd have a heart attack.

"Spread your legs," said Emily. "Give him a better look."

Cindy wanted to scream obscenities at her, but she obeyed. Looking couldn't hurt, she told herself. She opened her slim legs wide, and Calvin practically fell on her as he scrambled onto the bed for a better look at her exposed pussy. He knelt at her feet and gawked at the moist, plump pink tissues of her hair-fringed snatch, and she could see him drooling again. His erect prick twitched against his tented diaper front, and a wet spot appeared there as his cock began to drool, too.

"I want to touch it," he said.

Emily seemed to go berserk. "NO!" she shouted, racing over and dragging him back. "No, that's for Mommy! You know that's for Mommy! You can't have it!"

She pulled her brother to the far side of the bed and began beating him cruelly around the shoulders with the whip. Calvin howled piercingly, and Cindy saw welt after welt appeared on his wormy white flesh. Emily's eyes flashed in hot anger as she whipped him, and Cindy sensed that this beating was for real, that Emily was really furious. At last the leather-clad redhead stepped back, her big pointed tits heaving, and let the whip drop. Calvin gave a hoarse little sob – and then that sick blissful smile wreathed his ugly face. The front of his diapers was quite wet now with his dribbling cock-juice.