The Devil’s Pact, The Tyrant’s Daughter
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Three: The River

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading!

Tuesday, August 11th, 2071 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Sierra Nevada, CA

The sun rose, shining through my window.

It roused me from my thoughts.

All night, I had sat on my bed, staring at my hands, the pain slowly fading from my spanked ass. But the hurt in my heart only intensified. Joab had been the first person in a long time I had cared for. He was strong and passionate. He loved me.

And maybe I loved him.

But I messed it up.

I replayed the fight over and over in my mind. I said such nasty things to him. And what he said to me in return…I deserved to be called a whore for how I treated him. I never opened up fully to him.. I never let him get close enough. I kept him at bay to protect me from harm.

And now I was alone again. The twins didn’t need me. They had each other. The way they had looked at each other across the dinner table reminded me so much of the gazes my parents shared. Rex and Reina were soul mates, meant to be.

I was just in the way. They were eighteen. They knew how to care for themselves. Did they even need me anymore?

A low, throaty gasp came from downstairs. A bed creaked. My bedroom was right over Rex’s. The twins were awake and making love again. I listened to them last night as I stewed. Reina moaned so beautifully, gasping her passion for her twin.

They should have their privacy. They were like newlyweds, delighting in the exploration of each other’s bodies, discovering all the beauty sex had to offer. They knew how to work the farm and care for our livestock, and soon they would have their own children.

Their own family.

And they would keep getting older. If I stayed, I would be forced to watch as Rex and Reina grew old together. I would have to bury them. Bury their children.

A long line of graves stretched before me, disappearing into the misty future. I was cursed. Everyone I loved would die and I would just remain, drifting on. How much grief could my heart take?

I stood up, smoothing my skirts.

It was time to let the twins enjoy their life without my unnatural existence haunting them.

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Rex Glassner

A hot, wet sucking sensation on my cock drew me up from sleep. I groaned, opening my eyes to a curtain of dark-brown hair spreading across my stomach, my twin sister’s blue eyes flashing up at me as she bobbed on my cock.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” I groaned as she worked her mouth up to the very tip of my cock, her tongue swirling about the crown.

“I always wanted to do this,” Reina giggled. “I was just so scared that we’d be caught by big sis. If only I knew she wouldn’t care.”

“So much missed opportunities,” I grinned as she returned to working her mouth on my cock. Her tongue was agile and pleasing.

She had to love me to give me such pleasure.

I should return the favor, my lust whispered.

“Turn around,” I groaned. “Let me eat your pussy.”

Her mouth popped off. “Ooh, I was hoping you’d ask. Let’s…sixty-nine.”

“Sixty-nine?” I asked.

“It just popped into my head,” she said as she swung around, straddling my head with her spicy, shaved pussy. “I think that’s what this is called.”

“What a weird name,” I said right before her pussy pressed against my lips.

I could happily drown in my sister’s snatch. I loved the feel of her hot flesh sliding against my lips as she humped her hips. Her mouth engulfed my cock, sucking harder as I licked and nuzzled her flesh, my tongue starting at her small clit and sliding up to worm into her tight hole.

She squealed about my cock when I did, a delightful, humming bliss engulfed me. I shuddered, my hips bucking up into her sucking mouth. I wrapped my arms around her hips, squeezing her plump butt, pulling her down harder, smearing her juicy pussy about my face.

I loved pleasuring her.

I bet she’d love it if I teased her asshole, my lust whispered.

What a naughty idea. My fingers worked across her butt-cheeks, dipping into her crack. She squirmed on my face as I brushed her puckered sphincter. She shifted, groaning about my cock as I circled the opening.

She bucked hard when I pushed my finger inside her.

Reina’s pussy clenched on my tongue, her asshole squeezing on my invading finger. She writhed atop me, cumming hard. A delicious flood of her cream poured into my hungry mouth. She gasped and moaned about my cock, her voice humming about my sensitive tip.

My balls swelled. My cock erupted.

My sister swallowed down all my cum.

“Damn, you came hard,” I gasped as she swallowed the last pulses of cum. A buzzing warmth filled me.

“God, that was hot when you shoved your finger into my ass,” she giggled, spinning about. She gave me a hard kiss, her lips salty. I moaned into her kiss, holding her tight.

When she broke it, she laid her head on my chest and drowsed. The sun shone bright through our window, clearing the mountain peaks. We had to get up. I didn’t want to, but there were always chores that needed to be doing.

Reina resisted. She was always lazy.

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Reina Glassner

Chase wasn’t around when Rex finally dragged me out of bed. We broke our fast on fresh eggs he collected from the chickens, and I whipped up a pair of vegetable and ham omelettes while he milked the cow.

There were a hundred chores we had to do. And Chase was nowhere to be found. I wasn’t too concerned. After last night, I’m sure she just needed time to be alone. When her dark moods fell on her, she often wandered up into the mountains for the day.

She’d come back.

After a morning spent weeding, I took a quick shower, shuddering as I dumped cold water over myself. Chase always spoke glowingly of a proper shower. There still was running water in some of the big cities, I’ve been told, but the pipes of the cabin had burst during a cold winter when I was a toddler, and Chase didn’t have the know-how or the parts to fix them.

The day was warm, and I was feeling horny. My butthole tingled, and my lust spent all morning whispering how exciting it would be to be fucked up the ass by Rex’s big cock. It was such a dirty thought, and my pussy grew juicy and excited.

I found my twin weeding the small patch of corn we grew, the stalks almost ripe. Soon we’d be having fresh corn on the cob with a slab of butter. I groaned, not wanting to churn any butter today. We had enough to last for a few more days.

“Want to go to the bluff?” I grinned, arching my eyes.

The bluff was our spot we’d sneak off to have privacy before Chase learned of our intimacy. It overlooked the Truckee River. Sometimes, Queenie would wander down to a little pool that formed off the main river, protected by an old landslide from the river’s stronger current. We liked to watch her bathe nude in the river while we made love above her on the soft heather.

“We don’t have to go to the bluff to make love,” Rex grinned. “I can till you right here.”

“But it’s Tuesday,” I purred, shifting my hips. “Maybe Queenie will show up.”

The excitement burst in his eyes. “Let’s go,” he said, seizing my hand and pulling me away from the corn, almost dragging me with his excitement.

I giggled behind him, jogging to keep up with his longer legs. My skirts swished about my ankles as we headed through the gate and followed a deer trail into the woods. I felt so safe here, even if there was the occasional bear or mountain lion. The towering pines creaked as a wind blew. Ahead, the babbling rush of the Truckee grew louder.

We reached our bluff, peering over the side to the black pool down the steep slope. The river flowed smooth here, but farther down, white rapids splashed.