Hangman (the Game) [OC; m/f, m-self, incest (kind of); hanging; loli, shota; con]

“Hey, Kouta, are you busy? Wanna play a game with me?” As she is wont to do, my younger sister Yuki enters my room unannounced, leaning over my shoulder to peer at my desk. “You're still not done with homework? I already finished.”

“Well, you're only in fourth grade, of course you have less homework.”

“And you're just one year older, so you're just slow. …You forgot to carry a 1 there.” Yuki points at one of my results, and after quickly checking it, turns out she's right. And that means the result I got off that is also wrong, damn it. …This should be a 3, then…

“This stuff is easy. Are you done soon? I wanna play with you.”

“If you're so smart, why don't you do my homework for me, and then we can play.”

“Hmmm…” Yuki thinks for a few moments, curling her liips and tilting her head, before shaking it. “Homework is boring. …But, ” She continues after a pause “we could just play a game for that, and if I lose, I have to do your homework.”

“And what if you win?”

“Then you've already played with me like I wanted, haven't you?”

Makes sense, I guess. And honestly, anything to get away from this pointless busywork. “You're in.” I finish up the question I was working on, before standing up. “What kind of game?”

“Come to my room, I'll show you.”

Following Yuki down the hallway, I enter her room after her. It's a little more spacious than mine, or maybe just looks that way because it's much tidier, and filled with a distinctly larger number of plushies. The noose hanging from a hook in the ceiling above a chair is new, though.

“We're gonna play Hangman.” Yuki announces as she pulls up a small blackboard with some chalks from a corner. “But, like, for real.”

“How is that gonna work? I'd like to see you draw yourself into the noose piece by piece.”

“Don't be silly.” Yuki giggles. “Of course we're gonna strip instead, one item of clothing for every wrong guess. Plus one more each to get on the chair, put on the noose, and jump.”

That… actually seems pretty sensible. “Sure. How much are you wearing right now? If we count both socks separately, I got 6.”

“…5. But we can just count my headband,” She indicates the fancy Alice band that's holding back her straight, dark brown hair. “and it works out.”

“Alright. Anything else, or can we get started?”

“Hm… Oh, right. Just in case you do end up hanging, would you mind me giving you a blowjob? I've read that boys often get a hard-on when they're hanged, and I've been wanting to try this for a while anyways.”

“Do you even know what a blowjob is?”

“Kind of. I lick and suck your… you know.” Yuki gestures towards my crotch. “And make you feel real good, right?”

“Yeah, guess so.” Not that I really know much more. “And sure, go ahead. I'm gonna win, though.”

“That's the spirit. Then let's go, you guess first.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I've already thought of a word and you probably haven't.” Undeterred, Yuki starts drawing lines onto the blackboard. …Eight …nine total.

She's right, though, I don't have a word yet. “Okay, fine. A.”

“Nope.” Well, that's a good start. I pull off one of my socks and just drop it to the floor.

“E.”

“Yep.” -e-e—– Yuki fills in the letter.

“I.”

“M-hm.” -e-e–i–

“O.”

“That's an 'o' as in 'no'.” Yuki giggles and with a small sigh I step out of my other sock as well.

“U.”

“'U' 'r' wrong on that one.”

“Stop it with the puns, will you?” I take off my t-shirt to reveal the plain white undershirt underneath. “R.”

-e-e-ri–

“N.”

“Nnnnnope.” After thinking for a moment, I take off my undershirt next. Already half out of tries.

“S.”

Yuki shakes her head, and I open my jeans, pulling them down and stepping out of them, blushing a little as I'm left in only my dark grey underpants.

“K.”

“Still nope.” Yuki giggles as I hesitantly take off my underpants as well, standing in the middle of the room completely naked. “Aw, no need to be embarrassed. We bathed together and stuff when we were younger too, didn't we?”

“Well, yeah, but…” She's kind of right, I guess. “Whatever. H.”

“Are you even trying?” Yuki shakes her head again and I carefully climb onto the chair, trying my best to remain nonchalant.

“T.”

“Finally.” -e-e-rit-

Then that one has to be “Y.”

“Yep.” -e-e-rity

“M.”

“Nope.” Yuki watches intently as I place the noose around my neck with slightly shaky fingers. The rope feels relatively thick, but smooth, not sure where she got that from, or if it's just something she repurposed.

There's no way the chair is high enough for the fall to break my neck, so if I do jump, it'd make for quite the (probably painful) spectacle, yet in spite – or because – of that, my dick is getting kind of hard, no doubt helped along by Yuki's promise. But I think I'd still rather not die right now, come on, think.

“…L.”

“Ooh, this is gonna be close.” -ele-rity

…I think I got it. Unless Yuki found some really obscure word, in which case, fair play to her, I guess, and at least I won't have to finish my stupid homework. “C.”

“Aw, you got it, haven't you?” Cele-rity

“Yep. B.”

“There you go.” Celebrity Yuki fills in the final letter and with a sigh of relief I pull off the noose and step off the chair, not failing to notice that my dick is pretty much completely hard at this point. “I almost had you.”

“Yeah, that was pretty close. Should have taken a longer word.”

“Well, but then you'd have had more letters to guess correctly, no?” I guess that's a good point, can't just take the longest, most complicated word, or it's actually gonna become easier.

“I think I have a good one, though.” If nothing else, it's something really appropriate. Wiping the blackboard (sort of) clean with my hand, I start drawing the lines as Yuki takes my place besides the chair. “That's 12, by the way.”

“I can count, you know.” Yuki sticks out her tongue. “Let's go. A.”

“Good start.” A——a—-

“B.”

“Nope.” Yuki reaches to take off her headband, but I shake my head. “You can keep it on, I think you look better that way.”

“I'll have you know my hair looks perfect no matter what I do with it.” Yuki pouts, but complies. “C.”

“Still no.” Yuki takes off one of her socks, dropping it onto the pile of clothes I left.

“D.”

“Try again.” As Yuki takes off her other sock, I realise something. “You know, if you're just going to run down the alphabet, you will lose pretty soon. Think harder.”

“Hm… S.”

“There you go.” As—–a—-

“T.”

As—–at—

“N.”

“Yep.” As—–at–n

A moment later realisation flashes over Yuki's face as she hastily continues. “I and O.”

“Good call.” As—-iation I guess once you see it, the ending is a bit of a giveaway.

Yuki studies the blackboard for several moments, briefly looking she has something, before shaking her head. “E?”

“Nope.” Yuki takes a few seconds to completely take off her pretty light blue dress, revealing a simple white bra and panties.

“U.”

“'U' 'r' gonna hang if you continue like this.” Yuki sticks out her tongue at me making the same lame pun she did, before unhooking her bra and dropping it to reveal her slightly, but already distinctly, budding breasts.

“Y.”

“Correct.” As–y-iation

Yuki raises an eyebrow at the combination of letters, seeming kinda stumped. “L?”

“Nope.”

Yuki steps out of her panties before doing a slow twirl, showing off the slight womanly curve of her hips and her still completely smooth pussy. “Like what you see?”

I guess the fact that I'm hard again kinda tells as much, but “Yeah, you look pretty good, but you'd look even better sitting at my desk finishing my maths homework.”

“Not in my life.” Yuki sticks out her tongue again, undercutting her overly dramatic words. “And don't be such a bore.. R.”

“Still no.” As Yuki steps onto the chair, I suddenly get an idea. “Hey, if you do lose and get hanged, should I give you …um, what's the girl equivalent of a blowjob?”

“I think that'd be called 'eating me out' or something like that. Not sure how that works, though.” After thinking for a moment, Yuki continues. “But what you can do is fuck my pussy with a toy.” She points towards some plastic boxes lined up in front of her shelf. “…No, one more to the right. …There, that brush”

At first glance the brush looks perfectly innocuous, but after a moment, I realise the distinctly phallic shape of its lengthy handle and precisely the use Yuki has for it. “Don't worry, I wash it every time.” She adds, and I pick it up, just placing it on the pile of clothes for the moment. “It's really simple. You just need to thrust it back and forth inside me like, well, like someone fucking me. Maybe lick it a bit first so it gets wet and goes in easier. …What?” She asks at my dubious expression. “I said I cleaned it. And I was gonna take you in my mouth directly, so is that really too much to ask?”

“…Guess not, sorry. But you're not hanging yet, let's keep going.”

“Yeah, and I'm not going to. K.”

“Yes, you are.” I shake my head. “One last shot.”

Yuki places the noose around her neck and pulls it somewhat tight with only a minor hint of trepidation, but then takes several moments to think, chewing on her lower lip before answering. “…P?”

“Yeah.” Asp-y-iation

Looks like Yuki still isn't seeing it, meaning she's left with pure chance, and the odds are distinctly against her. …A fact that her expression shows she's well aware of, but instead of guessing around forever she just takes the chance. “V.” …and fails.

“Nope. You lose.”

“Aw, too bad.” Yuki doesn't seem particularly bothered by the prospect of slowly hanging to death as she places her feet right on the edge of the chair, though I guess right in that moment, neither was I. “You wanna pull the chair away and drop me?”

“Why? Getting cold feet?”

“Not really, but, I don't know…” Yuki starts fidgeting with her fingers “It's like, I don't wanna die from killing myself, I'd rather be executed, if you know what I mean.”

…I guess I can kinda see her point, even though she willingly agreed to this and is now telling me to kill her, so I don't know if that actually counts as a difference, but whatever. “Sure.” I step closer to reach for the side of the chair. “Any last words and stuff?”

“Um… Bye, Kouta, and tell Mum and Dad bye from me too.” I nod and Yuki continues after a moment. “Also fuck me hard, if you don't make me cum before I die, I'm gonna be mad. …Okay, now you can hang me.” Seeming quite content with her last words – and I guess those were decent enough – Yuki waits with bated breath as I grip the side of the chair, and then pull it away from under her feet in one swift motion.

Like I'd thought, Yuki only falls a handful of centimetres before the noose tightens around her neck, and after a few moments she starts gasping and squirming. I quickly place the chair to the side and pick up the brush, and after a moment's hesitation take the handle halfway into my mouth and lick it to cover it with a bunch of my saliva; it seems a little gross and really messy to me, but it's what Yuki asked for, I guess. Yuki looks at me with an expectant expression, raising her legs and spreading them as I reach up to press the tip of the brush between her labia, and drawing in a sharp breath as second later it easily slides almost all the way into her pussy.

I'm not entirely sure how to do this, but I've got a rough idea at least, so I start thrusting the brush back and forth inside Yuki's pussy, and it looks like I'm on the right track, as after a little bit, her gasps take on a more rhythmic quality, the pleasure distinctly visible on her face. As is the pain, though, as her hands ineffectually try to grasp at the noose around her neck, her whole body twisting and squirming in agony, even if she manages to keep her legs relatively still aside from minor jerks and twitches, in her best effort not to hit me in the face.

Not very surprisingly, I notice myself getting completely hard again from watching Yuki's naked struggles, or just from the fact that I'm fucking her like this, and I start absent-mindedly jerking myself off, still intently focused on pleasuring Yuki. Her choking gasps distinctly audible by now, Yuki is doing a pretty decent job of controlling herself, but as I continue fucking her with the brush, varying the speed and angle a little bit while trying to gauge her reactions, of all things I slowly feel my arm grow tired and heavy.

I'm not sure how much longer Yuki is gonna take to cum, nor how long my endurance is gonna last, so instead I briefly pause, just holding the brush inside Yuki while my other hand pulls up the chair again, Yuki's questioning expression turning to realisation as I climb onto it, before continuing to fuck her (and jerk myself off), with much less trouble. And just as a bonus, I'm almost eye-level with Yuki now, getting a much better look at her reddened face, her expression showing both pain and pleasure, and a bit of drool running from the side of her mouth.

Briefly taking my hand off my dick, I grope Yuki's budding breasts, their flesh feeling a little different and pretty firm, and her nipple completely hard, so I play with it between my fingers for a few moments, gently rubbing and squeezing it. When Yuki reacts with a strained smile and a nod, I return to jerking off with my hand, leaning forward to start licking and sucking her nipple instead, after few moments realising I can faintly feel her chest heaving and her racing heartbeat through my lips; that's actually pretty hot, and I start jerking off even faster, before catching myself after a little bit and slowing down again, I wanna make Yuki cum first.

As I pull back a good handful of seconds later, it seems like Yuki's struggles have passed their peak, and even as she's still kicking and flailing her movements are slowly losing strength and a few tears are running down her cheeks. So I start fucking her faster and harder to make sure she cums in time, and after a few seconds as I look up, Yuki locks eyes with me, and I return her gaze, her large brown eyes, and her whole expression reflecting a downright captivating mixture of emotions: The obvious pain of course, but also pleasure, and …gratitude, I think, for going along with her flight of fancy I guess.

It only takes a little bit longer, Yuki's gaze still locked with mine as her body continues gasping, thrashing and squirming, before she finally cums, as evidenced by her expression, her moans even as they're mostly reduced to gasps, her whole body clenching and shivering almost rhythmically, and the juice dripping from her pussy, covering the brush and some getting on my fingers too. As I continue fucking Yuki with the brush, I stop holding myself back, and while she's still shivering and moaning in the middle of her orgasm, I cum too.

Similarly clenching and half-gasping, half-moaning, I shoot my load, some of the cum just getting onto my fingers or landing on the floor, but most of it splatters against Yuki's thigh and lower abdomen, barely centimetres away from her pussy. At the unexpected sensation she looks down, but upon realising what it is, just grins at me, so I guess she doesn't mind at all. I continue fucking Yuki, gradually slowing down, until it looks like her orgasm is completely finished and she returns to her struggles, if distinctly weaker by this point, as I pull the – pretty wet – brush out of her pussy and just drop it onto the clothes pile.

Forcing down her struggles for a moment, Yuki tries to speak, managing a raspy “Th… Thanks.” In between gasps, and I return a smile.

“You're welcome.” Looking down at my hands both covered in a bit of a sticky mess, I suddenly get an idea, holding up my left, that I was holding the brush with so it got Yuki's juices all over it, and demonstratively licking the middle and index fingers to kinda, sorta, clean them; Yuki's juices taste faintly sweet and a bit salty, plus some other taste I can't place at all. As I reach towards Yuki's face with the other hand, a few white bits of my cum visible on my fingers, she quickly understands, opening her mouth and letting me push two fingers half inside it, before similarly licking and sucking them clean.

“Thanks for that.” I pull out my fingers a few moments later, and Yuki licks her lips, even if the desired sexy effect is slightly undercut by her deeply red, pained face and the drool that was trickling from the side of her mouth now evenly smeared across her chin instead. I just thought it would be funny for each of us to lick up the other's mess, but it actually turned out pretty hot, especially considering that this means that Yuki's last 'meal', or at least the last thing she's ever gonna taste, was a bit of my cum. Neat.

A loud gasp from Yuki pulls me out of my brief distraction; her struggles are continuing to weaken, and I'm pretty sure she's not gonna last much longer, but there's one more thing I wanna do. I quickly hop off the chair and return to the blackboard, filling in the missing letters.

Asphyxiation

Yuki takes a few seconds to register it, but once she does, realisation flashes over her face and she manages a grin, before mouthing what looks like 'well played' to me.

“Well played you too. You almost had me. Bye, Yuki.” Now all that's left is to wait for her to die, but as I thought, it doesn't take much longer, Yuki's frantic gasps and kicks dying down until she goes limp with one last sigh hardly a minute later. Her body continuing to twitch and shudder for a bit longer, she pees herself, urine running down her thighs and dripping onto the carpet below – prompting me to quickly push the pile of clothes out of harm's way with my foot – before she's completely still.

I observe Yuki's slightly swaying body for a moment longer, her crotch and the area around it covered in several …fluids, and despite the signs of distress showing on her face, her expression looks pretty content with this outcome. …I'm not actually sure what to do with the body, though. No one else is home right now, so I guess it's no big deal if I just leave her hanging for the time being until Mum comes home and I can ask her.

Picking out my clothes from the pile on the floor, I walk past Yuki's body, heading back to my room, when suddenly the realisation hits me. “Hang on, how is she supposed to do my homework now?”