Wicked Sister

I walked in on my brother, “Mom!” But he let go of his boner, and covered it up. #Groomed. I told you it took a long time. 😉

I walked in on my brother, “Mom!” But he let go of his dick, and covered it up.

“What is it?” She called up the stairs.

“Oh,” I closed my door, “I’m hungry!” Loud enough for her to hear.

“Well, get a sandwich, or something. Dinner won’t be until after I get back.” She slipped her purse up her arm, and got her keys out to lock the door on her way out. She glanced at the clock before she pulled it shut, and locked it, but she was already running late.

I giggled, and tried the door, but I bumped into him on the other side. “What are you doing in here?” I pushed him.

“Nothing, I.”

“Don’t give me that,” I looked around, “Where did you hide them?”

“What, I.”

“My dirty panties, I saw you sniffing them in here, you dirty underwear thief.”

“No, I.”

“Well, what else were you jerking off to?” I hopped on his bed, and waited bouncing, while he tried to think of something to say. Honestly, I’d been teasing him for years, walking around in skimpy clothes before bed, bending over to kiss mom, and dad goodnight. He always looked away when I looked back, but I’d caught him looking up my skirts, and dresses, too.

Ever since I caught mom cheating, and blackmailed her into getting me some sexy underwear too. “I was just trying to get rid of an erection, all right?”

I shook my head, “It’s only natural, but not if have a hard-on for your sister, what’s wrong with you?” He couldn’t sit down with me on the bed, I mean yeah there was plenty of room, but what would that look like?

Especially after I accused him of incest. “No, I. Huh?” He jumped back, and hit the door when I grabbed his crotch.

“Bullshit, you think I hadn’t noticed how you look at me?” I held my arm up across his shoulders, but he was starting to grow taller. A little too big to bully any more, so I could wait to sexually bully him much longer. Soon, he might be strong enough to fight me off. “Up my skirts, and down my blouses.” If he ever had the balls to hit me, that is.

He shook his head, but then he glanced down, and I picked the lowest cut, tightest little black dress I had, of course. Mom bought it for me from Victoria’s Secret.

😉

“Uh!” He looked up, and turned away from my eyes.

“Look at me,” I slapped him, “When you’re lying to me. You think about me naked when you’re jerking off all the time, don’t you? DON’T YOU!”

“I,” he jumped when I raised my voice, but I let go to wave my finger in his face like a little pecker. “Uh!” He looked up, then back down again when I slapped him, but he held both hands over his nuts, so I couldn’t kick them.

“I asked you a question, answer me.”

“I uh, huh yeah. I’m sorry, but I can’t help it.”

“Uh!” I sat down, “I know,” on his bed, I scooted back to put my foot up on the side rail. Shaking my head, I put my other foot up across my knee, so my little black dress rode up, over my fresh shaven bare snatch. “Huh, I’m so sexy, you know all the boys at school are following me around like lost puppydogs, too.” Oh, look at my nails, I must have brushed up against something when they were drying, because there was a little crimson gloss missing from 1 edge, to buff off on my dress. “They think they’re in love with me, but really it’s just schoolboy lust.”

I looked up, and stopped shaking my toe. He looked up too late, and shook his head when he saw the practiced frown. I had to practice it in the mirror, mom had a pretty good dirty look, but she got it from her mom, and oh my god. She didn’t even have to say “I’m disappointed in you.”

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head, “But you’re not wearing underwear.”

I put my foot down, and stood up, to unhook my other heel from the side rail. Carefully, I practiced that move too, because when you get your heel caught in something, you fell over to faceplant if you don’t recover, and it’s still awkward. Embarrassing when you go through that clumsy phase in middle school, and everyone calls you klutz.

“Huh!” I crossed my arms, lifting my skirt. “Yeah, I am.” If a corset counts as underwear. His jaw dropped, because it was too short to cover my pubes (When I hadn’t just shaved them all off) on the bottom, or my boobs on top. I shook them, then brought my hand up, with the bootlace loop over my thumb to swing the 9 tails right into his knuckles and the backs of his hands.

“WhickT!”

“Ow, uh!” He flinched, and tried to cover his face when I held it over my shoulder. Cocked, and ready to strike like a cobra, I felt up the front of his pants, gently.

“Oh, I don’t know why you try to hide it, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Plenty of boys have little dicks when they’re your age, and trouble keeping it up.”

“Huh,” he shook his head, but I waved the Kat when he peeked between his arms. “Don’t hit me, just. Don’t hurt me. Okay? I’ll do what ever you want, just please, don’t beat me any more.”

“Okay, If. You behave.” finally he came around. “Get on the bed, and drop your pants. No.” I ran the plaited handle of square leather strips up his leg, and over his ass cheeks, waving it like a tail, instead of 9. “Pull down your pants, then get on the bed.”

He turned around, and bent over, unbuttoning them so I couldn’t ship his ass, nor really reach his crotch to hurt him there, either. I didn’t want to hurt him there, at all. I’m not into CBT, even though it looks amazing online, I know those are professional sex slaves with years of practice, and my brother is a virgin. He barely even started jerking off, but the last place I want to hurt him is in the dick and balls.

I’m saving those for me, but the rest of him is fair game. If he cooperates, I won’t hurt him. As much as I want to, but it just makes me so mad. I’m not supposed to have boys in my room, and he can have a girl over, but this isn’t my room.

I held out my hand, “Take out your belt.”

“You’re not going to use it on me?”

“No, I’m not going to hit you with it. Huh!” I rolled my eyes, “I’m not going to hit you with anything, if I don’t have to. You’re going to be a good little boy, do what I say, when I say it, and no questions asked. Do you understand?”

“Huh!” He nodded, “Yeah.”

“Now give me your belt, and hold your hands up, like this.” Together in front of him. “Well,” I threw my baby Kat on his bed. “I wont be needing THIS!” I yanked the buckle tight, so he jumped, and I wrapped the end around my fist for a good grip, so he could squirm his way out of it. “Come along.” I there it over my shoulder, as casually as a light jacket on a warm spring day, after it got hot.

Stomping my heels on the hardwood in the hall, so they echoed, and my boy-toy was hobbled by his pants down around his ankles. I never gave him a chance to kick them off, but I had my bed set up. Across the window sill, but mom got me an exercise bar I could put up in the doorway to practice horizontal bar, with it screwed tight enough that it wasn’t going to come out of the window frame.

I let go his belt, and unwrapped it, swinging him around, and bumping his pubes with my hip, to give him a little push when I let him go. His belt clinked, and he looked around. Out the window, there was nothing but the back yard, the house behind us, and the tree branches waving bare in the wind.

It was going to be a dark, and stormy night, but mom wasn’t going to be gone forever, and dad would get home from work eventually. “See those cuffs? Put them on.”

He nodded, but they were medical cuffs, so he could only buckle one, and tuck in the strap on his own. “Lay back,” sideways on the bed, so he was hanging off the other side. “Huh, let me get you a pillow.” I fluffed it up, and stuffed it under his head. “See, I can be nice when you behave yourself.”

“You’ve been reading those,” I slapped him. “Uh!”

“I said no questions,” but of course I’ve been reading those subby hubby, dommy mommy cheating cuckhold bondage pegging sex slave stories.

I wrote most of them.

Mom even started trying to get dad into, but she hasn’t been grooming him as long, and honestly. He was a grown man, the man of the house, and he had plenty of things to be proud of. He’s already built up his confidence, which is just one more thing she had to strip away, so he can’t get it up yet, but he’s learning.

“Huh, you look pretty hot in that, is it hot?”

I smirked, “Corset is.” I turned around, but he only had one hand chained to the bar, so he could reach out, and “Unzip it for me?” Looking back over my shoulder, his hand shook, but he pulled the zipper down slowly, and let his knuckles brush my butt cheek. He even open his hand, and gave it a little squeeze, but I allowed it.

Now, I could say he took off my underwear, and touched me. I wouldn’t even be lying, if I wanted to tell anyone. All right, lets be honest, I was so proud of myself I wanted to tell the whole world that I turned my brother into my own personal sex slave, but I can’t do that.

I shook my head, and walked out. Turning back from the door, I twisted so he got a good look up my legs, ass, back, shoulder, and the side of one tit when I moved my arm, rubbing the door frame. “I’m going to need to get a rubber, I’ll be right back.”

I heard him rattle the chains, but they weren’t his chains, they were MINE! I stomped so he could hear my heels going down the hallway, but it takes a lot to get in the mindset, and stay in it. I knew my place, and I was still fighting my way out of it, but that social conditioning actually helped me, and I stopped to reflect on how I was the one that weaponized it.

I couldn’t be there, 24/7 especially when we started going to different schools, but now that he was in 7th grade,he had all the middle school bullies. The mean girls, bossy bitches like me, when he already hated himself for being pussy whipped, without any pussy to show for it. “Uh!” the laughed, “Ahuhuhuh?” When he meekly approached them, not even knowing what he wanted besides love, and attention.

All right, I suppose mom deserves a little credit for neglecting him, after he weaned so late. He was still sucking her tit when he was 6 years old, so when she cut him off.

“Huh!” I shook my head. Stomped back down the hall when he stopped rattling My chain, on My bar. I picked up the belt off the floor, and double it over, so I could yank them together with a loud SMACK!

“I didn’t tell you you could jerk off, did I? That’s what got you in trouble in the first place, but I promised I wouldn’t hit you with this.” I waved it in front of his face, and he shivered, following it with his eyes like a hypnotist’s watch, and covering his weak spot with both hands protectively. “If you’re good, but you’re a bad boy. Aren’t you?”

He gave up, and nodded.

“I believe that deserves 1 swat, so turn around. One.” He jumped when I hit him, just hard enough to make the straps slap together lopudly, and ccoked my arm back. “For uncuffing yourself, and HERE!”

“Ah, ow!” He covered his cheeks, and rubbed them when I gave him the backhand. “Is another for toughing yourself. Oh.” I rubbed his hand, then the hot red welt when he moved it. His little dickhead appeared behind his balls, hanging down flaccid, and shriveling up to hide like a scared worm. “You know I didn’t want to do that, but you have to learn.”

He sniffed, “It really hurt!” And that’s all it took, he was a scared little boy covering his buns when mom told him to wait until his father got home, to take off his belt, and beat his ass for whatever petty little thing he refused to do, like leaving his underwear on the bathroom floor, or the toilet seat up after he went potty, like a big boy. Standing up, I should give her a little more credit for conditioning him.

Dad brought the discipline, but mommy always had a little Domination in her. She hid it well, passive aggressively, and mostly enforced it with that look of disappointment. “Huh!” I leaned over to breathe on his shoulder, and lowered my voice to a whisper.

‘i’m disappointed in you.’ Feeling around his butt cheek, and slipping my fingers down the crack to roll the balls out of the way, and push the droopy dick up, and rub it hard on his pubes. ‘you can’t even get it up, and keep it up for me? What’s wrong, don’t you think I’m sexy?”

“Yeah, you are.”

“You dirty little boy, lusting after your own sister, and playing with yourself.” I smacked his cheek, but the first one gently, the one without the painful welt to remind him that I could hit him harder, but it was just a playful swat, to get him used to spanking play, with My dick hard in My hand, and My balls rubbing on My wrist, and My ass bumping against My hips, I reached around.

“Your ass is mine, your dick is mine, and your balls?” I felt back, and made a circle with my finger, pinching it around with my thumb. Like the sign for OK, but there was nothing okay about this. ‘how does it feel to be held by the balls?’

“Uh, I uh! Fuck.” He couldn’t hold it, and he blew balls all over my plastic sheet. Well, it was my plastic sheet, before I stopped wetting the bed, so mom had to put them on his, and he had cute little sunflowers, pink bows, and other girly shit on his bed as a little boy. “HhuhH!” He went soft, and relaxed, so I let him go.

Threw the rubber on the bed, “Well, I won’t need that.” I sighed, and shook my head when I LOOKed back.

Disappointed.

“I’m sorry, I made a mess, let me clean it up for you, miss?” He guessed. “Mistress, maam?”

“Shut up,” I grabbed his head, and he let me push him down to rub his face in it. Licking it up, and panting like a dog.

I didn’t even have to tell him that was what cums next. I knew it, he was reading my stories, too. “Huh!” I reached over, and picked up the phone. “You get all that?”

“Huh?” He got up, and turned around to sit up on the vinyl sheets.

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected, or is no longer in service.”

“Uh huh?”

“Please hang up, and try the number again.” I hung up before it started making that loud ENT ENT ENT noise.

“Who,” he flinched, when he realized he asked a question, then looked back out of the corner of his eye, when I didn’t hit him.

“Huh, show’s over, get out of my room.” I pointed out the door.

“But who did you call on the phone?”

I just looked out the window, across the yards to the house behind us, where someone could have a camera set up with a telephoto lens.

“None of your business.” He had to jump back, covering himself protectively so I could slam the door. “BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND, AND GO GET THE STRAPON!”

I almost forgot, but I have to save something for later, and give him something to think about. The unused rubber ring, still wrapped on the dirty latex sheets. He got off easy, with a hand-job, but I was so tired, and it was a lot more work than I thought.

“Huh!” I guess they’re right. It is about control. Bone dry, I’m not even a little moist, but I sighed, and picked up my corset first.

I had a lot to clean up before mom got home from fucking her mistress. About time she started wearing the pants in this family, but I need a nap.

So, I put on some music to keep me awake, while I straightened up…

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