Darkest Descent

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Asher

It was two days before Hunter came back for us again. A day longer than he’d said. I knew it was a punishment for Alice’s words; the ones muttered just to me, but knowing Hunter would hear them. We didn’t talk about his absence. Only suffered together. Hungry, cold, deprived of natural light and fresh air. The room stank with the scent of our bodies, from the bucket in the corner and the dankness of the space.

We also didn’t kiss again, but I never stopped touching her. Somehow, the lack of food and water, the sensory depravation and the dragging, tense boredom of captivity was survivable with her skin against mine.

We guessed two days had passed because the lights went off and on, but no food, no water, ever appeared. Hunter was a ghost. The bucket filled up, a corner of the room we both ignored, but soon, we didn’t even have anything to add to it. We were dried up husks, clawing to life with each other. Maybe Alice’s words had been enough for him to leave us to rot? Maybe he was never coming back?

Our minds grew foggy, and we were both asleep, curled up together, when Hunter came into the room, throwing a bucket of cold water over our bodies, soaking through our thin shirts and wrecking the mattress as we woke with gasps.

“Wake the fuck up,” he said, scrunching his nose as he glared down at us. “Today is going to be a great day.”

“You’re letting us go?” Alice bit back, still groggy, sitting up and scowling. For some reason, neither of us reacted in fear of Hunter. We were wary of him, but the sight of him didn’t make me want to scream and run. It might have been acceptance. Something I dreaded to think. I was on a precipice of disappearing inside myself. Alice preserved my sanity, kept me myself, but…

Hunter laughed and thudded a sloshing bucket at our feet. “It’s fresh,” he said. “Drink up little doggies.”

Even though it was intentional to make us seem small, we both leaned over the bucket and scooped up the liquid, giving it a dubious glance before pouring it down our over-parched throats. It didn’t taste of anything but water, so we both guzzled more. I stopped when I felt sick, and Alice wasn’t far behind, using some of it to splash over her face, too. She had it worse. Her skin had been sticky with dried urine for days, now caked in dirt and muck from the floor too.

We’d grown used to each other’s smells, but fuck, it itched. I needed a shower. We both needed hot water and soap.

“You both look so pathetic slurping from a bucket like stupid pigs,” Hunter commented, kicking the bucket over. “It’s fucking hot.” He looked between us, both waiting for whatever fucked up thing he had planned. “Now, I’m going to give you access to my bathroom for ten entire minutes, but only once you’ve made me come.”

My stomach clenched, my heart dropped. Of course.

“What is it this time? What—” Alice started, but I hushed her.

“Don’t,” I murmured. “I’ll do it, whatever you ask.” I looked up at Hunter.

“Oh, you’ve misunderstood,” he said with a grin, moving his hands to his jogging bottoms to tug his half-hard dick out. “You’re both sucking it. At once. Don’t think I didn’t see that little display two days ago. I want to experience that. I want to watch that again, with my cock between your mouths.”

He looked at Alice, whose gaze promised murder. “Kiss your brother again, you perverted little slut,” he muttered. “Suck my cock and kiss your brother. ”

Alice’s eyes moved from him to me, narrowing as she bit her lip. In our silent twin way, we’d discussed this. We would let things go as far as they needed to go to get him distracted. Ten minutes in the bathroom, where Alice told me there was a window, wasn’t something to pass up. A chance to escape, to see the sky, to clean ourselves. We would take whatever opportunities possible.

So I leaned over and kissed her, a dirty, fucked up kiss on my sister’s plush lips, she moaned, Hunter moaned, and her tongue plunged against mine, rubbing and flicking, making my cock thicken up despite the messed up situation we were in. Something had shifted in my gut when I decided not to fight this anymore. It felt good. And any goodness we could grab down here meant a lot. It was sanity, light.

Alice groaned and attempted to deepen the kiss, but Hunter stepped closer and tried to push his shaft between our mouths. We had to let up a little to welcome him in, but we both did, like we were in true synch. If we gave him our all, he would be relaxed, distracted…

I brushed his cock with my lips, surprised to find the flavor not unpleasant, the texture nothing like I expected. I wasn’t into men, or at least, I’d never met a man who turned my head, so I’d never thought about having a cock in my mouth. But then I’d never considered Alice in the ways I had before now.

This dungeon was warping me, because as Alice copied my movements, running her open mouth up and down the other side of Hunter’s shaft, my cock throbbed and thickened with desire. Our eyes locked as we worked him together, and I saw the lust plain as day in her too. What the fuck was wrong with us.

“Oh shit, yes,” Hunter groaned, “use your mouths, you dirty little twins. Which one of you is going to lick my balls?”

I didn’t hesitate to duck down and flicker my tongue over his sack, saving Alice the job. Hunter’s thighs shook as I did what I liked from women, sucking the balls into my mouth and rolling them with my tongue while Alice played with his cock head, they tasted musky, heady. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, and in other life I would enjoy it, relish the way it had him shuddering, even.

We worked in tandem, trying to be great to get it over with as fast as possible. Alice definitely kept us afloat, bobbing and sucking with fervor, and I found my mind drifting back to the blow job she’d been forced to give me just days ago. Her warm throat, her wet tongue, my cock thrusting against it …

I let Hunter’s balls fall from my mouth and nosed at the base of his shaft, at the same time grabbing Alice’s hip, squeezing to let her know I was with her. Her eyelids fluttered, and she swallowed up Hunter’s cock, slicking it up with saliva as she took as much as possible, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

“Jesus!” Hunter growled, yanking his cock away from us. We both chased it with our mouths, lost in our job. “You’re going to make me come too fast, beautiful twin,” he said to Alice, rubbing her spit soaked chin with his thumb, looking at her with an incongruous tenderness. Her eyes were glazed, satisfied. I wanted to touch her more, bring her pleasure. My fingers rubbed into the crevice where her hips met her stomach, and she shifted her weight, shooting me a curious glance.

Fuck it.

I kissed her, ignoring Hunter above us and plunging my tongue into her mouth, sharing his musky flavor. His cock, his balls, his pre-cum, all blended with the taste of us and, surprising me, made my erection thicken to full-mast. It wouldn’t go unnoticed. We weren’t wearing much, nothing to tuck the thing into. Shame on proud display.

“Oh,” Hunter said, and his boot was there, resting over my erection. “Dirty boy, is it turning you on? Finding out you like cock? Is it cock, or is it your sister? Both? You enjoy keeping it in the family?” His tone shifted to one filled with such darkness it made my spine shiver. “You fuck your dad? He fuck you? Ruin you?”

My eyes squeezed shut at his questions, the darkness they washed over me, but I didn’t stop kissing her. She grabbed me tighter, ignoring the way he was trying to humiliate us. Fuck him. He wouldn’t. His words… I had to push them away, focus on my sister so the images of our dad didn’t flash into my head. Him scowling above me, him forcing me to my knees… no.

I kissed Alice harder, reveling in her warmth.

Even when Hunter’s hands cupped both our heads, pushing us closer together, putting pressure on us to the point of pain, where our teeth clacked and our lips smashed, she soothed me.

“Touch each other, little pervs, go on,” he goaded. It all seemed like a trick, a ploy. He wanted us to shatter so he could punish us.

But when I ran my fingers along her thigh and found her wet pussy, I knew it would never work. He would never break us. He could never push us far enough.

She gasped when my fingertips brushed her clit, rubbing her wetness in and moaning into her mouth when she reacted with such beauty .

“Rub his cock,” Hunter said above us, and within a second, Alice’s warm palm squeezed around my shaft. “Fucking hell, you two are so perfect. Barely have to force you at all.”

He fed us his cock again, and I watched her suck it deep between her lips as she rubbed my cock, spread her thighs wider for my touch. I slid two of my fingers inside her and grinned at her reaction, her chest heaving and her suction deepening on Hunter’s cock. He let her this time, using his hips to fuck in deeper.

When he pulled out of her mouth with a wet plop and turned to me, I was ready. I’d licked it, sucked his balls, but I’d never pulled his shaft into my mouth. Saliva pooled on my tongue as he pressed his cock head on my bottom lip, rubbing it along the swollen, tender flesh.

I felt Alice’s eyes on me as I leaned forward, taking him between my lips, wrapping them around it and bobbing tentatively. My jaw stretched to accommodate, and he was heavy on my tongue, but like before, it wasn’t unpleasant. If I could ignore who it was attached to, the idea of submitting like this made pleasure creep closer throughout my body.

Alice’s ministrations on my cock didn’t slow as I swallowed him up, pushing towards his base until I gagged. He swore and grabbed my head, holding me there, on the precipice of too much.

“Yes!” he shouted, forcing himself past my gag reflex even as bile rose in my throat. It stung, made my nose water and my eyes stream, but Alice’s hand on me kept me from panicking. The constriction of my throat, the way my brain was losing blood and my lungs oxygen… the submission, the sensation of my sisters touch running up and down my cock, squeezing at the tip, gathering pre-cum and working it down my shaft.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I lost all sense, coming hard, spilling over her fist with muffled cries of pleasure and pain all at once.

I sobbed around Hunter’s cock, desperate to breathe, to turn away from the shame of it all, but he tapped me on the head, heavy dick still buried deep. “Look at me,” he said, and I did, my eyes flying open to find his rapt gaze. He pulled out just enough that air leaked into my body, making me dizzy with it. We stared at each other with an unmatched intensity. And I wished I could figure out for sure what he was thinking. It seemed like awe, like surprise, and a helluva lot like lust.

The moment passed after an eternity, but then he looked away, his eyes falling on Alice .

She sat on her knees, my fingers still inside her, my cum on her hand, and her wide gaze on my stuffed mouth.

“Keep me warm,” he demanded, and I groaned, my eyelashes fluttering as his cock rested on my tongue, unwilling to leave. His praise, his fingers in my hair brushing.

Sink, Asher , the voices in my head whispered. It will all be so much easier if you sink…

“Ash…” Alice muttered, reaching for me. I slipped my hand from her body and rested my wet fingers on my leg. It would be so easy. Submit, relax. Let go. Let Hunter have me. I could leave, let my vacant mind take over.

In times of stress, similar to this, even, I’d learned the skill. Detach. Sink.

“Asher, don’t do it,” Alice begged.

Hunter watched from above. His eyes focused only on me as Alice begged. “You’re so perfect,” he sighed. “You gonna fall for me?”

“Mm…” I moaned, muffled. It was so easy, he was so commanding.

He stroked this thumb along my lip. “Such a good boy.” His eyes were all I fixated on as I let everything go.

“I need something from you now, pretty girl,” Hunter told Alice, his voice distant. She cried.