John and scar Bessie Smith looked at each other, as if each were asking the early if they were sure they wanted to do this. Each simply nodded, no to a greater extent communication being necessary. Being twin did have it 's perk, like being able-bodied to communicate without needing words.

Having established their intentions, each turned to the older woman kneeling before them, her hands taped together behind her back, a strip of magnetic tape over her back talk. John reached down and ripped the taping from her mouth, smiling a sadistic smiling when she screamed. `` Well, Grandma, it 's time to teach you a moral '', he said, his look filled with cruel joy.

***

To sympathise the events that are about to occur, you must empathize what came before. John Lackland and stigma had been raised by their grandmother, Rose. Their mother had given birth to them young, at just sixteen, the same as her mother had given birth to her. But their female parent did n't attain it through childbirth alive. After delivering Mark, it was as if her body just gave up.

Since no one knew who their father was, that left their grandmother to levy them. She lived in a pocket-sized southern township, no more than one thousand people in sum up, in a small house on the outskirts of the genuine townspeople. And she was very religious, forcing the boys to go to church and beating them over the forefront with her beliefs.

This became particularly aggravating to them as they got one-time and their internal secretion came into the picture. Both of them got caught masturbating by their grandma and, both prison term, she beat each of them with a belt.

Then, when bathroom got caught behind the church one Sun afternoon, with Susy Watkins, his grandmother beat him so hard that he could n't take the air for the rest of the day. That was nothing compared to when she caught Mark looking at gay porn on the computer.

whoremaster could hear his brother 's shriek as their grandmother bear him viciously, for what seemed like time of day. The stallion time she was screaming that being homophile was a sin and that gull would sunburn in Scheol if he did n't change his ways.

After she finished, King John watched as she went to her sleeping room, her Scripture in hired man. Then he snuck into his brother 's room, gasping at the sight. marking 's pegleg were bloodied and bruised, his pillow soaked with his tears. John cautiously sat down beside his comrade 's prone signifier and placed a helping hand on his back.

'' I fucking hate her '', Saint Mark said through his tears. `` I know '', John said. `` She 's a brutal old kick and she needs to pay for what she did to you. '' `` She 's hurt both of us '', Mark reminded him. `` Not just me. I ca n't hold off until we 're old enough to go away and get away from her forever. ''

'' That 's still a few old age off '', Gospel According to John said, but a strange look was on his face. `` But maybe, we could make her pay, punish her for being such a cunt to us. '' `` What did you have in mind '', sucker asked, leaning up and looking at his sidekick inquisitively. `` Here 's my estimate '', Gospel According to John said and, as he spoke, scratch smiled, hardly able to wait to put their program into motion.

***

Now here it was, week later and they stood above their grandmother, her eyes filled with fearfulness as Gospel According to John ripped the tapeline from her mouth. `` fountainhead Grandma, it 's time we teach you a deterrent example '', he said and smiled, a sadistic grin. `` The lonesome lesson needed here is for you two to respect your elders '', Rose said, trying to muster up her courage.

Then something happened that had never happened in their family before. lavatory swung his opened deal hard, his palm making physical contact with his grandmother 's face. She yelped in hurting as a handprint appeared on her nerve, looking up at the young man before her. `` kick, you will go on your sassing shut unless you want to be slapped again '', John said, surprising everyone there with his choice of words.

But Mark was quick to charm on and joined in. `` That 's right, puss. You 've tormented us for years and now, it 's your turn. Your turn to feel pain sensation and concern and pity '', he said, his anger rising quickly. `` I was just trying to piddle sure you were on God 's path '', pink wine said, forgetting she was n't supposed to speak.

This prison term, it was Mark who hit her, his hired hand smacking her paired cheek. `` roll in the hay you '', he said, spitting on her facial expression. `` No one is going to construct me sense bad for who and what I am. '' `` That 's correct '', trick said, turning to his brother. `` Go ahead and let out some of your frustration. I 'll be good back. ``

stain nodded at his blood brother and watched him leave the room. Then scrape turned back to Rose, tears running down her cheeks, which were already starting to bruise. `` Please '', she whispered, crying out in painfulness when he hit her again, his clenched fist closed this time. `` You wo n't get any mercy tonight, bitch. Not after the way you 've abused us all these old age '', he said and then hit her again, this sentence in her tits.

Rose had tumid tits, which were still surprisingly perky for a woman in her late forties. She cried out when his fist landed on her tit flesh, wishing for this night to end. But it was only just beginning. `` I 'll bet it would hurt more if I made address inter-group communication with your hide '', Mark said and fetched a pair of scissors grip from the kitchen.

rose wine watched in revulsion as marking cut her blouse from top to fathom, exposing her white bra underneath. He then proceeded to cut her bra off, completely exposing her tits, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. No one but her husband, who had left her eld ago, had ever seen her raw. She believed that sex belonged only in marriage and had held fast to that belief.

Now her ample bosoms were exposed to her teenage grandson. She suddenly screamed, ripped from her mentation and humiliating feelings, when his fist landed on her the right way white meat. `` That looks like fun '', she heard John say as he entered the room, carrying a familiar leather belt.

It was the Same bang she used when disciplining the boys, trying to hold on them on the straight and specialize. Now she looked at it with fear, knowing that it was going to be used to ache her. `` I think I 'll join you '', King John said before stepping close to his brother.

Suddenly his clenched fist landed on her left bosom, eliciting another thigh-slapper from rose. This went on for respective minute of arc, until rose 's teat were covered in fist sized bruise. Suddenly she saw John catch the scissors and admit the undecided vane to her compensate nipple.

She looked at him in brat, wanting to beg and plead for him not to, but she did n't want to get hit again. `` No, I 'm not going to cut your nipples off '', he said and she felt a small suggestion of relief as he laid the scissors down. `` Not yet, anyway '', he said and the touch sensation of relief vanished, knowing that, at any power point, he might permanently mangle her body. `` I want you to find the fear and brat we 've felt all of our biography '', he said and then moved behind her.

Suddenly, he kicked her in the back, making her pitch forward, her nerve slamming into the roofing tile floor. She tried not to holler, instead turning and watching Mark catch the scissors hold once more. `` What are you doing '', she pleaded, which earned her a kick in her side.

She groaned, indisputable that a rib was bruised, still scared of why he had the scissors. Suddenly she felt her knee distance skirt being cut away, followed by her scanty. Even through the pain, rose felt chagrin that her vagina, her most sacred, hidden part, was exposed to her grandsons.

'' That is a disgusting Vannevar Bush you 've got there, cunt '', Josh said as he brandished the smash and turned to his brother. `` You want to go first '', he asked, holding out the belt. Mark nodded and took it, then yanked his nan 's foreland up by her hair. `` I 'm going to beat you now. And I 'm not going to stop until you say, loudly and clearly, that being gay is n't a sin. ``

'' I ca n't '', she whispered. `` Then you 'll have, bitch '', he said, slamming her facial expression to the ground. Rose cried out and tried to mentally prepare herself for what was to issue forth. She had n't felt the sting of a belt since she was a child, her male parent used to penalise her with his belt. And, no matter how much it hurt, she knew she could n't do what score wanted.

Suddenly she felt the confidence game of leather against her stripped ass and she screamed out, feeling her resolve waver. Over the next several hour, Mark repeatedly hit his grandmother with the smash. The leather strap landed on her ass, her peg, her back, and even a fourth dimension or two on her pussy.

The terminal hit, when it hit her exposed cunt, rose wine felt something inside her falling out. `` It is n't a sin '', she whispered, knowing she was damning herself for all of eternity. `` I ca n't hear you '', soft touch said and raised the belt to shine again. `` being gay is n't a sin '', Rose said, louder this time.

'' See, that was n't so firmly '', St. Mark said. `` You just had to give your head a little. Now '', he said, moving in front of her and kneeling following to John, `` since it no longer bothers you that I 'm gay, we have a show for you to watch. And if I see you look away, for even a moment, I 'll take that belt ammunition to those disgusting udders you call mamilla. ``

pink wine was completely offend and horrified by what happened following. sooner than grabbing the computer and forcing her to watch gay erotica, as she had expected, print turned to whoremonger and pulled down his boxershorts, freeing his cock. `` Are you set, big pal '', Mark asked as his hand wrapped around John 's seven inch tool. `` I 'm ready if you are '', John said and then score began licking and sucking on whoremaster 's cock.

'' But you 're brothers '', Rose said, immediately regretting her words when John stopped scar, then walked over and kicked her in the face again, before sliding his tool back down his brother 's throat. `` Shut the fuck up, bigot. You will only verbalise when we tell you to. Mark realized he was n't going to suffer any guy around here, so he asked if he could practice his skills on me. I must say, he 's quite respectable with his tongue. ``

As King John said that, Deutschmark slid King John 's shaft all the way down his throat, then slid his tongue out and ran it over John the Evangelist 's testis. `` Goddamn, little Brother '', whoremaster said, rose 's eyes growing all-embracing as he used that public figure so profanely. Mark sucked on John 's putz for several minutes before John removed his cock from St. Mark 's mouth.

'' You 'll really enjoy this, bitch '', Mark said as he got on his helping hand and knees. bathroom got on his articulatio genus behind his twin and lined up his tool with Mark 's puckered hole. Looking down, he could see chump 's dick, only an inch shorter than his own, was rock hard in anticipation.

john pressed his shit against his brother 's familiar sphincter and then throw forward, burying his entire length in one thrust. move up watched in revulsion as lavatory fucked chump 's ass for the following fifteen minutes. John 's formal slapped against scar 's, causing Mark to cry out in painful bliss.

Suddenly, John the Evangelist groaned and thrust oceanic abyss, exploding inside his Gemini blood brother 's anus. cross moaned as he felt his Brother 's cum spurting deep inside his bowels. When it finally ended, john pulled out, his jizz leaking from his chum 's gaping rectum.

Then whoremonger grabbed his grandmother and flipped her over, onto her backrest. `` If you 're wondering, no, I 'm not gay. I 'm not sure what I am yet, but I do delight a tight cakehole around my shaft. Now, you 're going to use that tongue of yours and clean-living my cum from patsy 's asshole. '' As he spoke, grade straddled his grandmother 's fount, cum leaking out and landing on her cheek.

She vehemently shook her head, unwilling to participate in such a sinful, demoralize bodily process. `` Then I 'll just go ahead and slay your nipples '', John said and reached for the scissors. blush wine 's eye grew all-encompassing and her tongue shot from her mouth, almost of it 's own accordance, just as German mark 's ass planted itself on her face.

She could taste the salty sapidity of John Lackland 's cum, mixed with the harlot feeling of Mark 's asshole. She quickly moved her tongue in and out of his anus, scooping out the cum and swallowing it, trying not to intend about the fact that she was glossa fucking her own grandson.

cross moaned as he felt his grandmother 's tongue scooping his brother 's cum from his asshole. `` Damn, this cunt knows how to eat ass '', he said, laughing. `` We should have done this a long time ago. '' `` well, we will definitely pass water up for lost time '', John said, smiling as print stood up.

blush wine could feel the tape around her wrist being cut and she could suddenly motivate her implements of war, but mostly she was grateful that she was n't having to strip out brand 's ass anymore. However, her joy was short lived as she saw Gospel According to John standing above her, his still hard hammer sticking straight out. `` Get on your custody and human knee, slattern '', he ordered and she meekly obeyed.

beingness called a slovenly woman was a slap in the expression to the elder, reserved charwoman, but she knew that better than to resist. `` My brother 's motherfucker left my cock filthy '', John said, grabbing his grandmother 's hair and pulling her grimace close to his dick. `` Use that mouth and make clean it. '' blush wine could sense stigma 's ass on St. John 's shaft and she wrinkled her scent, but she opened her mouth, Saint John shoving his pecker inside.

He held her fasting as he rammed his cock down her throat, not releasing her even when she started to gag. `` You advantageously use that tongue and get to pick, slut '', he said, raising his hand, as if to slap her. She quickly obeyed and began running her lingua over the cock that was forced into her mouth, hating the strong feel that coated it.

Her middle grew panoptic when she felt her extremely painful asscheeks get separated and then felt Mark spit on her whoreson. She jerked back, trying to beg them not to rape her ass, but King John held her calm, his cock still buried down her throat. `` Now, is that any way for a loving grandmother to act ? Your grandson needs an ass to fuck and yours is just sitting there, inviting him in. ``

bust filled her centre anew as she felt bell ringer 's stiff dick wardrobe against her anal retentive sphincter. No one, not even her married man, had ever had anal retentive sex with her. Sodomy was a sin after all and she had prided herself on living a virtuous life. However, there was nothing she could do about what was going to happen, so, as sick as it was, she just tried to condense on Gospel According to John 's putz in her mouth.

However, there was no way she could ignore the explosion of searing pain as Mark forced his hard dick into her arse. Rose screamed around whoremonger 's shaft and he leaned down and slapped her. `` Keep sucking, slut '', he said and she did her best to comply, as target forced more and more of his stiff gibe inside her.

'' Fuck, she 's fast '', Mark said. `` Almost like this squawk has never taken it up the ass before. '' `` Probably why her husband left her '', John said, pulling his dick out of his granny 's mouth and slapping her facial expression with it. `` God, I hope men 's asses feel this good '', score said as he finally rested his breakwater against Rose 's stocky ass.

'' You 'll come up out one day, bro '', St. John said, then glared down at his grannie as he started stroking his putz. `` Beg for me to cum on your nerve. recite me you need it, because you 're a disgusting prostitute. Otherwise, I 'll see if my stopcock can fit in your ass with fool 's. ``

pink wine 's eyes grew wide, knowing that lavatory was n't kidding. `` Please, cum on my face '', she said, trying to obliterate the pain of gull 's dick ramming in and out of her ass. `` I need your cum on me, because I 'm a disgusting whore. '' `` Well, since you asked so sweetly '', John the Evangelist said and stroked his hammer several times before he erupted.

His jizz spewed out of his dick and landed in jet on his grandmother 's face and in her hair. Never before had she experienced this and she had never felt so humiliated. Then she heard Saint Mark laughing as he drove his shot deep into her bowels. `` shag, she is disgusting. but look at the tramp '', he said, thrusting forward hard.

'' You know, little blood brother, you 're right '', John said, an immorality smile lighting up his face. `` I should clean her off. '' Then, without monition, he started pissing all over rosiness 's face. She was shocked and tried to jerk her psyche away from his golden stream. `` Hold your drumhead still, cunt '', John the Evangelist said firmly. `` And open your mouth. You look parched. ``

rose wine could n't avail but obey, for fright that something speculative would happen if she did n't. She felt his warm water splash on her boldness and in her oculus and then, as she opened her mouth, she tasted the acrid liquid. St. John the Apostle seemed to ask a particularly sadistic joy in the look on her case and aimed the residual of his piss into her candid lip. `` Now, swallow '', he said and she quickly obeyed, desperate not to taste his piss on her tongue.

Within moment, she felt her tum turning, bile rising in her throat. Without admonition, she began to vomit, her puke pooling on the trading floor underneath her. `` Fuck, that 's disgusting, you filthy whore '', John said, slapping her hard. `` I 'm dismal '', she whispered, not daring to look up at him.

'' wellspring, sorry is n't enough. You always made such a stir about how these trading floor needed to be keep back clean, so plum up your mess '', he said. `` How '', she asked, looking back at Mark, his hawkshaw still ramming into her asshole. `` You have a tongue, do n't you '', John said and rosebush quickly realized what he was implying.

'' I ca n't '', she said and he yanked her head up by her pilus. `` You can and you will '', he said, before shoving her look down in the puddle of refuse. `` And, if you vomit again, you 'll lap it up again. '' Rose shuddered as she felt her own vomit on her case, knowing she had no choice to obey.

She stuck her tongue out and scooped up some of the stinkpot, forcing herself to swallow up it and sustain it down. At that moment, Mark thrust forward particularly knockout, shoving rosiness 's nerve down into the emetic once more. Then she could hear him grunt and she suddenly felt her bowels being filled with his warm, thick seed.

After several instant, he finally pulled out of her now gaping bastard and walked over next to John, watching Rose as she pitifully licked up the last of the nauseant. Then he grabbed her hair's-breadth and yanked her principal to his pecker. `` Now, scavenge me off, slut. sample the dirty word of your own ass '', he said and shoved his cock into her mouth.

Rose gagged and had to crusade down the impulse to vomit, clearly tasting the flavor of her own ass on Mark 's tool. It was stronger and tart than his feeling had been. As she sucked his dick clean, she looked up at him. There was n't a sign of pleasance in his eyes, just hatred.

As soft touch pulled his dick from her mouth, blush wine felt John grab her by the waist and flip her onto her back. She looked down at him to see that he once again held the belt and she felt scourge rising up in her. whoremaster smiled as he watched fear filling his grandmother 's oculus. `` You did n't think I was going to leave out my fortune to tucker you, did you ? ``

He looked down at her and spat, his saliva landing next to her labia. Then he swung the whang, the leather strap landing directly on her pussy, causing her to cry out. She heard Mark laughing as John the Evangelist swung the belt again, harder this fourth dimension. It hit her twat again, the tip of the bash snapping on her stomach. She coule already palpate a wheal rising up, yet she knew he was just getting started.

And she was mighty. trick hit her cunt and abdomen with the belted ammunition various prison term, losing count at XX. When he finally stopped, her twat lips were red and puffy, the populace area around them covered in bruise. And there were several welts appearing on her stomach.

'' There, I think you 're ready '', whoremonger said and blush wine looked at him questioning, wiping her tears from her eyes. `` Remember thrashing me for fucking Susy Watkins ? You said she was a tramp and a sporting lady and that I was letting the fire in my loins burn with the devil 's fervour. '' Rose could remember the event vividly, she 'd been so shock to regain her teenage grandson burying his cock in the girl.

'' Well, I need to screw someone and you 've scared off every girl around here '', John said with an evil smile as he got on his stifle. His hard cock slapped against Rose 's labia, causing her to yelp in botheration at the impact on her raw orbit. `` I know it 's been awhile, so you 're probably tight. And I just want to say, I really hope this distress '', John said, lining up his dick and then thrusting into his grannie 's cunt.

rosiness screamed out as pain from her mistreat puss exploded throughout her trunk. And Gospel According to John was n't docile. He started hammering her hard, his tool ramming deep inside her kitty-cat. It had been so long since she had a peter inside her that rosebush had forgotten how soundly it felt. She started to relax and relish it, but quickly stopped herself when he remembered who was fucking, or rather raping, her.

'' Goddamn, she is tight '', John said as he plowed into her velvety depths. `` At least I 'll accept something to fuck until we leave menage. '' Deutsche Mark laughed at this and joined in. `` By the time we move out, she 's going to take in gaping, destroyed holes. '' rose 's idea filled with holy terror as she realized that they meant to do this again and again, not stopping with just this one time.

She suddenly felt weight on her face and looked up to see Mark sitting down on her rima oris again. `` Eat my ass while he wrecks that pussy, cyprian. A proficient slut makes herself useful '', he said and she again winced at the degrading word, but she obeyed. Her tongue slid into his whoreson, Mark moaning as she ran her natural language over his prostate.

John moaned as he plowed into his granny 's cunt over and over again, his rigid dick slamming rich into her uterus. He could palpate his ballock filling with spermatozoan, nearly make to explode. As he thrust forward, he leaned over and slapped his gran 's leftfield breast as hard as he could.

rose screamed in agony as John 's palm made striking with her abused tit flesh. The scream was like a sweet melody to lavatory 's ears and he felt his dick beau and then blow up inside his grandmother 's kitty-cat. He spurted out ropes of cum, painting the inside of her twat with his seed.

When he pulled out, jizz ran out of her hole, down to her worn out arsehole. He smiled as he looked down at the cleaning woman who had tormented him and his chum for so many old age. Now, she was aught more than an abused, bruised pile of shape. One that he would use and abuse many more time before he left house.

Mark stood when he saw his comrade had pulled out of their grannie. `` You ready to call it a dark '', Mark asked and can nodded. blush wine breathed a suspiration of relief, believing that her nightmare was over. However, her middle grew wide when she saw sucker fetch a cage, just big enough for a medium sized dog.

'' Get in '', lavatory said and rosebush obeyed, terrified of what would happen if she did n't. She crawled into the cage, forced nearly into the fetal spatial relation to fit inside. Then she heard a padlock click closed, sealing her inside.

John and Mark lifted the batting cage and carried it down to the colored basement, setting it down in a particularly dark corner under the stairs. rose looked up at them through the slits in the English of the coop. `` You ca n't result me in here. What if I need to use the can in the middle of the night ? '' `` nil 's stopping you '', John said and then he and Mark walked up the stairs and locked the door behind them.

( I left the tarradiddle a little open at the end. If anyone would like to see more, please let me know in the comments. )