Jacob gazed down at the object of his desire, his lips curving into a wicked grin. There was little doubt about the measure of luck he’d been gifted with. His sister was beautiful, and not just in his eyes. He’d overheard enough talk over a pint or three at the local pub to know she was the subject of much speculation, most of it lust fueled. And who could blame them? His gaze wandered over her body, only a thin white shift hiding her treasures from him. She was slender, but the slenderness of a young woman, rather then a boy. Her breasts although small, were perfectly proportioned upon her, her narrow waist making them look larger then they actually were. She had the body of a dancer, a fitting thought, considering his choice of tale this evening.
"Because you love me and would do anything to please me and this, dear sister, pleases me greatly."
"Fine, but remember, you promised me another bed time story." Jenny said, her lips forming a pout that was both petulant and erotic. Her blue eyes sparkled above her flushed cheeks and her impossibly beautiful face was framed by hair the color of spun gold. She lay stretched out upon his bed, her wrists secured to the upper, rather ornate, wooden bed posts, her ankles spread and similarly secured to the matching lower posts.
"Are you comfortable, my heart?" He asked, adjusting the pillow under her head, taking a moment to stroke her soft hair lovingly.
"I suppose, although I am in danger of growing bored, if I must lay here for any length of time." Her smile was fleeting, though bright, giving lie to her words. He knew from experience that she enjoyed their games as much as he did. Possibly more.
"Spoiled little princess." He laughed, shaking his head as his fingers brushed along the line of her cheek and jaw before coming to a halt beneath her chin. Tilting her head up slightly, he bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips, seducing a soft moan from her, one that spoke volumes.
"Naughty as well." He teased. "You’re in heat, admit it. If I hadn’t tied you down, you’d be on your knees, your lips wrapped around my shaft. Or, perhaps on your hands and knees, screaming obscenities while I plundered your tight little bung hole. Admit it, sister, you are a dirty little slut."
He was amused to see her eyes flash, knowing that the cause was lust, rather then anger. Satisfied that he had her complete attention, he settled on the bed beside her, his hand resting casually on her thigh, stroking her naked flesh tenderly. "A story, you say. Yes, yes, I know, I promised. Let me think, Jenny… what would amuse you most? Perhaps the tale of the piper of Hamlin? Or the sisters, Snow White and Rose Red. No, I think I’ll save those for another night. Tonight, my love, my thoughts are on the Puppet Master Gepetto and his ‘daughter’…."
He paused, noting how his captive audience’s brows rose in question.
"Daughter? I thought Pinocchio was… "
"Hush, Jenny. Yes, that same Gepetto, and yes, Pinocchio was his most famous creation, but not his finest, nor his first. There were two others that very few know of, a pair whose tale has been lost, or at least well hidden, over the years. Once you hear it, you will understand. Now, recite to me the rules, Jenny."
Jenny’s lips parted, her eyes widening as his fingers brushed the length of her inner thigh, her tits rising suddenly as her diaphragm filled, pushing her small tummy outward as well.
"I am not allowed to cum until you’re story is done, Jacob, not before you have spent your seed however you see fit."
"Good girl. Hopefully, this time, you will actually be able to obey them as well."
That earned a breathy chuckle from her. "Am I to blame that you drive me mad with desire, brother dear? You must admit, I did my best the last time and truly, I think there is room for me to argue that I achieved your goal, if but by the width of a thread… ouch!"
Jacob shook his head slowly, the mark of his pinch red against her milky white thigh. "Remember, love. You have given yourself unto my tender mercies. Best that you accept that you have room for improvement, else not only will you not get your story, but I will make you sorry you let me restrain you so, understood?"
This time, she looked properly chastened, simply nodding and whispering her reply softly. "Yes, Jacob. I am sorry. I will do my best to be a good girl."
"That remains to be seen. For now, however, I am pleased enough to begin my tale. How and where it ends, is up to you, Jenny." He continued stroking her thigh, noting how it quivered at his touch, wondering if it would be more entertaining to let her simmer or to bring her to a quick boil this time as he collected his thoughts, the story forming in his head."Not so long ago, in a land far, far away," he began, his fingers moving beneath the plain white shift that covered the upper half of her thigh. "There lived a puppet maker named Gepetto… why are you giggling, Jenny?"
Jenny blushed, looking dutifully ashamed, her voice soft and girlish. "I had a rather naughty though, Jacob."
"Oh? And did you intend to share it with me?" He inquired, raking his evenly cut nails over her tender flesh, pleased to see her squirm against the restraints that secured her arms to the corners of the bed.
"It was just that, I recalled that when Pinocchio told a lie, his noes grew and I was imagining what it might be like to sit upon his face while he told all manner of untruths."
Jacob shook his head, a mock sigh issuing forth. "And this, dear sister, is why I am the story teller, and you merely my attentive and delightful audience. Your imagination can be so… vulgar and predictable at times."
His comment was rewarded with a disdainful sniff, accompanied by a small frown, which he ignored as he continued both his tale and the stroking of her bared thigh. "As I said, there was a puppet maker who lived by himself upon the edge of town. He’d once been married, but his wife had passed away long ago. Broken hearted, he’d never sought another woman’s hand, and had busied himself in the only great joy left him, his work."
He paused, plucking the hem of her shift and lifting it slowly, uncovering his sister’s lovely cunt, admiring the light covering of gold decorating it. Smiling thoughtfully, he ran his fingers through her soft down. "I am curious how you would look, freshly shorn, Jenny. Perhaps I will take a razor to you one evening. Would you like that?"
"Anything you wish, Jacob, as long as you make me cum." She replied, breathlessly, the edges of her parted folds quivering as the juice of her desire welled slowly between them.
"Anything I desire, love. And I desire so much from you. More then you can imagine." He ran a single finger through the valley of her cunt before pressing it to his lips and licking it clean before resuming the stroking of her thighs, watching as her honey began to drip slowly between her legs, coating her rosebud pucker before dampening the bed sheets.
"And so it was that he spent many years perfecting his craft, learning to carve joints of wood that would allow his puppets to move naturally upon their strings, each one improving upon the last. Rough fingers weren’t enough, so he learned to carve finger nails and then knuckles. Roughly hewn faces became handsome in time in the male figures and beautiful in the females, and even life like. And yet, he labored in anonymity, few realizing his true genius. That all changed one day, one very fateful day, and do you know why, Jenny? Hmmm?"
"No." she said, gasping as he ran his finger through her drenched cunt, from bottom to top, then slowly circled her swelling clit, like a hunter his prey.
"Not even a guess?" He teased, taking her nub between thumb and finger and rolling it, his own cock pulsing at her moan, and the sight of her hips lifting from the bed, her toes pointing daintily even as her fingers wrapped around the ropes that bound her wrists.
"Tell me, Jacob, for I have not the faintest idea."
"Good. I was worried you might have heard this one before. One day, he was visited by a strange creature, one that appeared human, at least at first sight. A very beautiful woman, her hair the color of newly fallen snow, her eyes the silver of the moon. She was, in fact, one of the magical fey, and she’d been watching the puppet maker for sometime, curious about his craft, enough so that she’d risked knocking upon his door one breezy spring morning. As you can imagine, Gepetto was quite surprised when he opened his door to see her! Firstly, it was rare that he had visitors beyond the occasional curious child from the township. Secondly, he’d never even imagined such unearthly beauty existed, for the fairy was indeed, beautiful beyond imagining."
"More beautiful then me?" Jenny asked breathlessly, his attentions having an obvious effect upon her.
"No one could outshine you, my willing little captive." Jacob said, he gaze locked upon her flushed face.
"Perhaps her vanity was less, however, for she didn’t spend nearly as much time gazing into mirrors as you do."
"Not fair!" She protested weakly. "I simply want to make sure I look my best for you, dear brother."
"Shush, Jenny. I am teasing. Now, may I continue my story or would you prefer I leave you to wonder what happened between Gepetto and the Blue Fairy?"
"I am sorry." She sighed, after a short pause. "You know how I worry that you will find someone prettier then I to be your plaything."
"I assure you, that will never happen, Jenny, so banish that thought from your head."
He paused, as if to collect his thoughts, noting how her nipples dented the material of her shift, and how her tits heaved with every breath as he continued to tease her swollen nub. Then, very gently, his pushed his index deep into her eager cunt.
"Yes…" she hissed softly, drawing the word out, gasping as he pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing against it as she once again fought her bonds futilely.
"Now, as I said, Gepetto was quiet surprised to find such a vision at his door. Still, he recovered quickly. ‘What may I do for you, young lady?’ he inquired, bowing slightly at the waist and taking her offered hand and pressing his lips to her fingers’. ‘I merely wished to look upon your creations, good sir.’ She replied, her voices lilting and musical.
"Gepetto, of course, had already fallen under the spell of her beauty. Ushering her in, he gave her a small tour of his workshop, showing off some of his finest creations. First he introduced her to his circus troop. There was a ring master with a whip and a top hat, a clown in a gaily painted costume, and a strongman, muscular and lean. Next, he introduced her to King Author and his bride, Guinnevere, as well as the knight Lancelot and Merlin, the wizard. She seemed impressed by each, her comments filling his heart with pride as he showed off puppet after puppet until at last, he came upon his latest creation, his pride and joy, his ballerina."
Without missing a beat, nor pausing, he slipped his slick finger from her pussy and pressed the tip of his finger against the ring of her ass, pushing it carefully into her tight pucker, pausing as the knot of his knuckle pushed into her, and then the second. As he went on speaking, he continued pumping his finger into her, enjoying her soft whimpers as she tried to spread her legs even wider for him then he’d already tied them.
"She was modeled, of course, after the White Swan, her costume made of feathers, her hair as white as snow. In fact, she resembled his guest somewhat. The fairy regarded her silently, obviously impressed. Finally, she turned to the Puppet Master. ‘She is so life-like that it seems a crime she should be hanging as she is, bound by string. I wish I could see her dance’…"
"Gepetto smiled at that, taking her down from the low beam overhead, deftly working her strings so that she did indeed dance, much to the delight of the fairy, performing graceful arabesque, breathtaking entrechat, and finally, a magnificent pirouette that made her clap with delight. She thanked him for his time, then, a clever little plan brewing in her head as she left the lonely toy maker with his puppets and dolls."
Jacob added his middle finger to the one already in her ass and was rewarded with a throaty moan, her muscles tightening around his digits as she pushed back against them, trying to force him out without success.
"My God, Jacob." She let out. It was followed by a groan as he sunk his fingers deep into her as her head rolled back and forth on the pillow, mouth open, eyes tightly shut.
"God has nothing to do with it. Blasphemous thoughts like that will only prolong your frustration. Is that what you want?"
"No, please, Jacob. I want to cum for you."
Do not worry, you will. Long after you wish, perhaps, but you will." He said, pulling his fingers out once more, leaving only the tip of his middle finger pressing against her rosebud.
"That night, Jenny dear, she returned, moving like the wind, slipping silently beneath his door, slipping through the shadows, until she took form like a shower of glittering stars before the life-less ballerina, her face set with a somewhat mischievous smile. ‘You are too beautiful a creation to languish so’ the fairy decreed, casting a handful of fairy dust upon the wooden puppet. With that, she left as she had come, silent and unseen, pausing only long enough to see the first stirrings of life within Gepetto’s ballerina, unaware that the breeze had caught a few grains of her magical dust and carried them elsewhere as well."
Once again, he pushed his fingers slowly into her and was rewarded by a shiver that traveled through her entire being, starting at the junction of hips and thighs and ending in fingers and toes, her entire body going stiff for one brief moment. Then, she began thrashing against her bonds mindlessly until he withdrew his fingers, waiting for her to settle before teasing her clit once more, this time pinching her sharply so that she gasped and renewed her struggle.
"Enjoying yourself, Jenny?" He asked, his voice mocking as he released her, but not before giving her swollen nub a hard twist that left her with tears brightening her beautiful blue eyes.
"How can you be so cruel to me?" She whimpered, pulling against the ropes that secured her.
"Because I know, despite your protests, that you enjoy it." He gave her pussy a slap, and then another, and another, each accompanied by a breathy gasp, until he’d reached a count of ten. When he was done, he let her writhe upon the bed as he attempted to take up his story once more.
"The ballerina came to life slowly, her lashes rising, her heart beating sluggishly at first, and then quickening, pumping blood through her small body, warming her once wooden limbs, her lungs filling with air as she took her first breath, and then another."
"Are you going to fuck me, tonight Jacob?"
Jacob glanced up, smiling wickedly at his sister. She looked so vulnerable tied up like this, her lower lip pressed between her even, white teeth. "I haven’t decided yet. Maybe, if you’re good, something I am beginning to think you’re incapable of. I might just pleasure myself, and make you watch…."
Putting action to word, he slowly undid his trousers, revealing his tented undergarments, the tip of his cock peeking out over the waistband.
