Sis Fight by Darkcloud

Almost from the first time she met them, my older sister Jane did not like her future husband's family. It's also fair to say that they felt the same (if not more so) about her. As usual with family things like these the men folk took backseats and let the women have their troubles, knowing better than to cross an angry woman. Mark, her future husband, was quite the catch, handsome and with a good job, he was the one member of his family to make good and escape the drudgery of his life. Despite that he was very close to his family, especially his mother and two older sisters and it was with them that the animosity really took off with Jane. Looking back, I think they viewed her as stealing him away from them and they were just too possessive about him. To the point of it being unhealthy.

Even with that background they fell in love and married and the families (by now my family were aware of his families troublemaking) tried to get along, with little success. Over the next few years of marriage this strain and stress told on their marriage and it was almost inevitable when they split up three years later. It wasn't a pretty sight and Mark took it hard and actually left the country. Something that his now off the leash family blamed squarely on Jane. Like I said there was a lot of animosity about and it was against this background that the following events took place.

It was a Saturday night and as was my want I had been out drinking for much of the day. Pretty much blitzed out of my mind I had become separated from the group of friends I had been out with and as I drank one last bottle of beer in a club I steadied myself for attempting to stagger home. As I made my way towards the exit someone bumped into me, I thought accidentally, and as I turned to apologise I found the woman I had bumped into smiling at me.

"I'm sorry. Oh it's you Carl, how are you?" in a drunken haze I recognised Mark's younger sister, Lorraine, who seemed to be in about as drunken state as myself.

I mumbled a greeting and felt really uncomfortable. Although our families had virtually been at war I had tried to keep clear of it knowing I couldn't do much good. I made to leave and Lorraine stopped me and very unsubtly made a pass at me. The past, she said, was the past, why should it affect all of us. I was drunk and could see that logic and as we left the club together and drunkenly chatted and laughed we were getting on famously and we staggered back to her place. Lorraine was a couple of years older than me at 23 and was very pretty, with long black, curly hair on a very slim frame with a fondness for very short skirts and dresses. As I recall she was the primary troublemaker with Jane in terms of not being able to hold her tongue and saying exactly what everyone else in her family was thinking. All of which should have tipped me off that something was very amiss, however, I was both very drunk (and I make a happy, trusting drunk) and the fact was I fancied Lorraine and hadn't been with a girl for ages.
We stumbled, giggling uproariously into her house with us both trying to keep each other upright but as soon as her front door was closed, I detected a change in her attitude. Suddenly she didn't seem so drunk, suddenly she wasn't all over me and as I struggled to put my questions about this change into slurred words she turned to face me.

Without another word she looked deep into my eyes, suddenly she looked sober and angry and placing her hands on my shoulders she smiled a nasty smile and powered her knee up into my unprotected crotch. Stunned and winded I sank to my knees allowing her to fire her foot in a vicious kick to my hurt balls. My system shut down and I blacked out.

I can only guess what happened when I was out of it but it must have been pretty much like this. Lorraine must have stripped me naked and dragged me through to her living room (which had been cleared of all furniture). Here she must have put my hands up towards a pipe on the roof and handcuffed them around it, leaving me dangling like a piece of meat in a butchers shop. From there she made a phonecall to Jane, calling her all sorts of names and telling her that unless she got her ass over to Lorraine's place I would receive a mortal wound to a very delicate area of my anatomy.

I can only imagine my big sister's reaction to this threat. Yes, she would be concerned for me but more she would be mad at being spoken to like that and being threatened by Lorraine. I can see her storming out of her house and into her car and making her way over to Lorraine's house.

Jane is a platinum blonde, stands an impressive five feet ten and has a real impressive bust. Even though she is my sister I would rate her a stunner and I know that always annoyed her in-laws (who were no ugly ducklings themselves). But as she entered Lorraine's house by it's open door she wasn't worried about how she looked and was dressed in just a white T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Where are you, you little bitch?" , I heard my sister's voice in the hall.

I let out a groan from my position and Jane barged through the door ready to defend or attack as required. Her green eyes quickly took in my predicament and she asked me where my attacker was. Before I could attempt to answer a loud voice boomed out from behind her.

"I'm right here you cunt" and in walked Lorraine, changed into a shirt and shorts.

Jane moved towards her menacingly, her face in a smile as she sized up her smaller foe.

"You always were a twisted fuck, Lorraine, just like your big sister and mother, a real family of sick freaks. Let him down . Now!" , demanded my big sis and in a drunken haze I felt like cheering her as she towered over the slight Lorraine. But the smaller woman just smiled as she waved the keys to my cuffs at Jane and deliberately dropped them into her pants.

"I'll beat you up so bad before I take those out bitch."

Jane kept coming forward and Lorraine backed off until they were both past the entrance to the room and it was only then that I spied the figure of Lynne, Lorraine's elder sister come through the door and come up behind Jane and swiftly wrap a belt she had in her hands around Jane's neck and pull back on it. Taken completely unawares by this attack from behind, Jane's hands went up to fend off her unseen attacker and she forgot about Lorraine who took the opportunity to drive a punch deep into Jane's gut. She fell to her knees and as Lynne tightened her choke hold Lorraine weighed in with a vicious kick right into my sisters crotch.

Lynne was a couple of years older that her sister and had dirty blonde hair and despite a good figure she was hardly what you would call good looking.

I tried to free my hands but I was helpless and could only watch on in horror as the two evil sisters got stuck into Jane. Lynne had at least forsaken the belt and was clambering on top of Jane and slapping and punching her face with hard blows while Lorraine seemed intent on focusing her kicks and knees to my downed sister's crotch area.

"Come on sis" screamed Lorraine, in a violent frenzy, "Rip off her top, I want to smash up the fat cow's udders."

Lynne, who I had always considered the more staid and sensible of the sisters, got up and took Jane's top with her, showing that she hadn't even thrown on a bra, I winced as Lorraine sprang forward and hooked both her hands onto Jane's sticking up nipples. Jane, recovering from the surprise attack, screamed at her tits being twisted and squeezed viciously by her ex-sister in law. Lynne stood back to enjoy Jane's torment and seemed to notice me for the first time, leaving her sister to the torture she came over to me, smiling and as I called her all the names under the sun and threatened retribution she calmly reached down, grabbed my balls and squeezed them as hard as she could until I was crying from the pain.

Through eyes blurring with tears from the pain, I saw over Lynne's shoulder Jane make a monumental effort and push up, dislodging the smaller Lorraine and snatching her up by her hair and flinging her into the wall with a satisfying crunch. Lynne heard her sister's wail as she was slammed and turned right into a right uppercut delivered with much venom. Yes, my sister had regained her senses and would tear these two twisted bitches apart now. And she didn't mess about, holding Lynne's head in place as she delivered five vicious knees to her face and leaving her splayed out on the carpet. With the older bitch temporarily out of the way Jane turned her anger to the sprawling Lorraine. She had always hated her the most and was looking forward to this.

Suddenly, Lorraine was not looking so cocky, in fact she was practically begging as Jane stooped to grab her by her dark, curly hair and jerk her about by it like a rag doll. Lorraine tried vainly to target my sisters exposed big tits with little success and, indeed, this only served to remind her of the two sisters mania to assault her breasts.

"Let's see how you like it slut" snarled Jane as she effortlessly tore Lorraine's shirt and shorts from her small, kicking frame letting me see her skinny little body. Using Lorraine's hair to pin her to the wall, Jane pummelled Lorraine's small, pert breasts before latching her own nails into them and twisting them to a chorus of immensely satisfying screams from the smaller girl. Lorraine's dark eyes were in total panic now and as this brutal assault continued, Jane began to contemptuously slap her across the face with blows that left bright red handprints on both her cheeks.

By now Lynne was starting to come round and this time I was able to help my sister as when Lynne reached her feet I managed to swing my legs enough to use them to push Lynne head first into the door and take her out of the battle again. Jane momentarily broke off her attack to turn and smile her thanks at me but I just urged her to finish the little bitch off and get me free. Jane resumed by flipping a beaten Lorraine onto her front and while kneeling behind her she picked up the belt that had been earlier used to choke her out and, doubling it over in her hands she drew it back and took great pleasure cracking it down like a whip on Lorraine's taut little bum cheeks.
Intent on whipping her foe to submission as Jane was she never registered another entrant to the room, her former mother in law and Lynne and Lorraine's mother, Anne. I saw her and called out a warning but as Jane turned to face this fresh danger, Anne brought up her right hand, containing a wooden rolling pin and drove it down. My warning at least allowed Jane to move her head enough not to take the blow directly on her head but it glanced it and smacked into her exposed shoulder blade. The blow landed heavy and I saw Jane's body sag from it's impact. Before Jane could recover Anne swung the weapon once more this time landing a sickening shot directly to Jane's side that sent her reeling to the carpet, holding her injured ribs and badly winded.

Anne was a big, fat ugly woman. Her body and face bloated and red with rage. Her short grey hair was the perfect topping to her frog like scowling face and I knew that she had disliked Jane intensely from the first. She fell atop my downed sister, her huge bulk smothering her and hooked the rolling pin under Jane's chin and pressed down on her throat.

To my growing horror I noticed that both Lynne and Lorraine were coming to their senses and they scuttled over to help their mother, each grabbing one of Jane's arms and holding them helpless at her side as Anne pressed down on Jane and before long she blacked out. When Anne finally got up off the limp Jane she pulled with her Jane's jogging pants and her knickers leaving a nude Jane at the feet of her three ex-in-laws, all with evil intentions in mind.

Lorraine was livid and demanded Lynne hold Jane's legs up and apart and taking the rolling pin from her mother she slapped Jane to a degree of consciousness then with a gleam in her eye raised the pin up and smashed it into my sisters unprotected crotch. Jane howled but it cut no ice and Lorraine smashed a further six more blows down. They had completely forgotten about me now and I could only hang there and watch.

"You girls get the bitch on her knees while I hitch my skirt up, I'll show her what she is to me, we'll make her kiss my ass" cackled that fat dog, Anne.

They did just that and Lynne was forcing Jane's face deep into the folds of her ex mother-in-laws ass crack just as Jane's and my Mum, Sally burst in (she lived farther away and Jane had called her when Lorraine had threatened me on the phone). Mum was a good bit younger than Anne and had the same long blonde hair of her daughter and was in pretty good shape, even if she was quite slight of frame. At bursting into this war zone to find me hung up and naked in handcuffs and the long blonde hair of her daughter being rubbed deep into Anne's asshole was too much for her and she launched a frenzied attack at the three women.

For a moment it worked, Anne was caught with her pants down (literally) and over balanced to the ground, my sisters beaten body coming free beside her and with a couple of slaps Lorraine backed off and mum tangled with Lynne. That was no even match but mum's anger just about had her on top when Lorraine jumped on mum in a sleeper like hold from behind. As a move it was pretty useless but as a distraction it was perfect and I watched as Lynne drove a powerful punch into mums gut and then two or three more and her body crumple down.

Anne had made it to her feet and took extra pleasure slapping mum across the face. The fact was that there was no love lost between the two of them. Mum had always thought Anne and her family was cheap and common, while Anne had not hidden that she thought Sally was a stuck up bitch. I could barely watch as the sisters held her down and once more she forced her fat ass onto an unwilling face of my family, grinding down on it most humiliatingly. But more humiliation was to follow as Anne manoeuvred her ridiculously hairy pussy into position to grind onto my mother's upturned face, making her lick her out.

With both Jane and mum defeated you would have thought the villainy over but no. they produced a pair of shears and held them over my cock and told mum that unless she used the electric shaver they handed her to shave Jane's head bald they would castrate me there and then. They were serious, I have never been so scared, yet it still broke my heart as my sobbing mother shaved her daughter's beautiful, long, blonde locks clean off leaving her looking bald, ugly and weird.

After that was done Anne too great pleasure in shaving mum's head equally bald. As a final twist they produced three golden dildo's, smeared them in a deep heat style muscle rub that heated up upon conecting with skin and thrust one each up my arse, Jane's arse and Mum's arsehole.

They left the three of like that and it later transpired that they had rented the house specifically for this and the next day their family was emigrating to Australia. Although it was difficult to speak about the whole night Jane kept swearing that one day, one day she would wreak her revenge..

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