Inappropriate Surprise Incest Requirement Story by Onvisy
This is my first story here. I wrote it years ago. I’m using it to test the system as well as to share the story itself. Hopefully I’ll have newer stuff up over time! Also, an important disclaimer: Everything in this story is purely fantasy, and should never happen in real life. Each character and event is purely fictional. The plot involves actions which are immensely, inexcusably morally wrong. Read for entertainment only. , “Liz, get your butt in here!”
Liz had to pause her video game. Her dad sounded mad. She rushed into the living room, to find her dad standing and her brother Cody sitting on the couch, looking sullen. “Yeah dad?” she asked. She asked innocently because she genuinely had no idea what was supposed to be wrong.
“I just caught your brother in the bathroom masturbating.”
Taken aback, Liz cracked a grin, then tried to be serious, then cracked another grin. “Um, really? You’re telling me this because?”
“So do you have an explanation?”
“An… explanation?”
“Yes, Liz, an explanation.” Her dad feigned exasperation. “Why did Cody feel the need to get himself off?”
Liz stood gapemouthed. “I… don’t… I guess he was watching porn or something?”
“Uh, yeah, he was watching porn or something. But after watching this aforementioned porn, he went to the bathroom to rub one out instead of finding a human female pussy to stick it in. And why is that?”
“Dad! I do not have the first fucking clue what you are trying to say.”
For some reason this infuriated her dad. “Punishment position right now, Liz. Right now.”
When Dad called “punishment position,” Liz knew the time for discussion was past. Any protest would lead to unbearable severity. She simply looked down, turned immediately to the nearest chair with a cowed, high pitched “Yes sir,” and bent over with her hands on the arms and her ass sticking out. She did not know what this punishment was supposed to be for, but she imagined she would figure it out eventually.
“Pants off, girlie.”
Though punishment position had been called, though she knew obedience was the only possible response, nevertheless, she balked at this. Not that it was abnormal for her to be spanked with no pants on–it wasn’t–but…
“Daddy, what about Cody? He’ll see.”
“For resisting me your punishment is going to be even more severe. And I know Cody’s going to see, that’s the whole point. Pants. Off. Now.
“Yes sir!” she shouted in submission, and immediately began wiggling out of her pants. Then, clad now only in her shirt and undies, she bent over again, aware to her shame of her brother’s eyes scanning her ass, the backs of her legs, stretched in punishment position and waiting helpless for whatever her dad might choose to do.
She was waiting for the blows from her daddy’s belt, but never heard it swoosh its way through his beltloops. Instead her dad spoke again after a moment. “Actually let’s do this. Stand up.”
She immediately stood back up.
“Turn around,” he said, and she did, now facing her brother. “Straddle Cody’s lap.”
She began to tear up at this. “What?” she asked in disbelief.
“Straddle. Your brother’s. Lap. That’s your punishment position to start with this evening.”
He’d said “to start with.”
Slowly, she forced it out. “Yes… sir…” and, choking back sobs, she climbed onto her brother’s lap. She avoided looking at him–and he avoided looking at her. But he made no protest.
She had her knees one either side of his legs, clamping together as closely as possible, her crotch several inches above his lap. She closed her eyes, leaned forward over her brother and waited for the blows to begin.
“Lower,” said her dad from behind her.
“What do you mean?”
“Get your ass down lower. Spread your knees.”
“Daddy why are you doing this?” This dangerously open protest elicited a swat from her dad’s hand. “You tease your brother then dare to ask why I don’t make you give him what you promised?”
“I didn’t tease him!”
“Lower! That is an order!”
Another swat, and she cried “Ow! Yes sir!”
She spread her legs a little. This wasn’t enough and through a series of further slaps on her ass, she finally squatted all the way down. Her pussy, through her undies, was now placed directly on top of her brother’s dick, through his pants. With disgust and loathing she felt that it was hard. Indeed she felt it throb a little at the contact.
Now Cody finally spoke up. “Dad it’s okay, I really don’t need…”
But her dad interrupted. “Do not interrupt your sister’s punishment. I’ll talk to you about this later.”
He knew he was on dangerous ground too. And so he, too, muttered a cowed “Yessir.”
With that, she heard her dad remove his belt. She closed her eyes and tensed for the blows. At the first swat, she jumped and swayed to avoid the pain–but of course the pain lived on her ass and there was no avoiding it. And when she swayed, this caused her to rub her pussy against her brother’s dick. When she realized this–and heard the slight grunt of involuntary pleasure escape his lips–she turned red with humiliation and resolved to hold perfectly still through the punishment.
Of course this didn’t last long and once her daddy had hit her ass twenty times or so, she was unabashedly riding her brother’s cock in a weird lapdance of pain avoidance.
When her daddy paused, it was only to tell her to take off her shirt. “No please daddy!” she yelled, but he only replied by swatting her five more times and reminding her how severe she was making this for her. “YESSIR!” she practically screamed and in an act of supreme self control she took off her shirt, exposing her breasts to her brother’s gaze.
Now he told her brother to pinch her nipples.
“Dad I…” her brother began, but they were under orders. At first he merely touched them, taking them gently into his finger and thumb tips. But when her daddy hit her ass and she jumped again, the nipples quickly pulled out from her brother’s grasp, and this elicited criticism. “Hard. Pinch them hard and make it hurt. Her body is under your control right now, Cody. It’s a girl’s body and you’re turned on and it’s here for you. Don’t let those nipples escape again.”
“Yes sir,” and he pinched again. Hard enough to make her yell in pain.
When she jumped at the blows on her ass, her pinched nipples did not move with her, held in place by her brother’s cruel grip, the pain of the pinch increased through stretching. How long this continued, she didn’t know. Her pitiful whimpers continued through dozens of swats. Her brother, despite himself at first but finally giving in, was beginning to push back at her pussy with his crotch. When this began, her father finally stopped. He had Cody let go of her nipples–which surprised her by hurting even more than when he first pinched them–and had her stand up.
“Punishment position.”
Now? Wasn’t the punishment over yet? Apparently not.
She obeyed by going over to the chair, placing her hands on the cushion, and sticking her underwear-covered ass out and up, her legs straight. Even in her pained, humiliated state, she had discipline.