SLAVE SISTER

t all started when she borrowed my laptop without my permission and I went into her room to get it back. My younger sister had never enjoyed cleaning her room and still didn't know that she was eighteen. Her floor was strewn with so many things that they all blended together into obscure trash, the type of vague debris you might see in the background of a movie. The only objects that really stuck out to me were her dirty panties and unwashed bras. Stacy had a used laundry basket but evidently never used it. As I stared at her dirty panties, I noticed some dry discharge outlining the area her pussy touched when she wore them.

A feeling overcame me as I picked through my sister's unwashed underwear. It had been too long since I had had sex. And even longer since I had had sex with an eighteen year old... I was so horny that I had to resist the urge to lick and sniff the residue on my sister's panties.

I didn't find my laptop in the mess but I found something even better. Something so great that I doubted I would ever need my laptop to look up porn again anyway.

I found Stacy's diary.

She had kept them all her life and I had never had an inkling to flick through them before. To be honest, my sister's life never really interested me. But the diary was open to a recent entry that was riddled with my name. The letters of my name stuck out like color in an old sepia photo, a written cocktail phenomenon. For the first time in my life, I just had to read my sister's diary, had to find out what she was writing about me.

Is there something wrong with me for wanting him so much? Wanting him to touch me, to hold me, kiss me, fuck me. I have spent my whole life burdened by these feelings, feeling like an outcast because of this unnatural attraction. But I can't help it. There is nothing I can do. Each time I've tried to do something with another boy, I've backed out, feeling dirty and ashamed, as if that was wrong and my obsession with my brother was normal.

I still have hope that one day he will notice me, fall for me and confess his love to me. Yet I am also fearful that that will never happen, that my whole life will pass me by and I will die still a virgin...

I just want him to want me so much. I would do any and everything he has ever wanted, make every dream he has ever had come true, let him use me however he wanted.

I closed the diary and dropped it back into the mess from which it had come. I turned to flea Stacy's room but stopped in my tracks when I saw a dirty G string hanging over the headrest of her bed. It was black with some crusty white discharge along the inside. I picked the G string up and put it in my pocket. Surely, Stacey wouldn't notice one missing pair...

I took the G string back into my room and sat on my bed. As I stared at the white stain on the front I wondered If I had been the cause for that stain, if my little sister had been staring at me the same way I was staring at her slutty underwear. I also wondered if she was really a virgin like it said in her diary. I mean, how many virgins owned a thong?

It was a strange thing to realize that my little sister wanted me more than anything. And what was even stranger was the fact that I was almost horny enough to take her... Would it be wrong for me to do so? Or good? I mean, what sort of brother would I be if I didn't make my sister happy when I knew I could? When I wanted to?

***

I spent that night in my room, philosophizing about the morality of banging my little sister and running over scenarios that might actually lead to such an event taking place. I mean, I knew that Stacey wanted me but how did I get her to admit that? Even if we did both want to do it, how would such a thing ever come up? What innocent family situation could ever set the scene for a brother and sister to go to bed with one another?

And what if it wasn't true? What if Stacey or one of her friends had written that entry in there as a joke and left it for me to find? Stacey must have known that I would go into her room to find my laptop. Were they trying to trap me? But why anyone want me to try and fuck my sister? What would they get out of it? Money? Laughs?

I was too confused to even leave my room and face anyone. Mom, dad, Stacey, anyone. I was so confused and scared and guilty (and I don't even know why I felt these last two emotions) that I just sat in my room without my laptop, bored, doing nothing at all, waiting until I was tired enough to sleep.

A knock on my door behind me. Meek. Soft. Weak.

"Mmmmm." I said.

The door slowly moved open but only about halfway. In the gap, I saw Stacy staring down at her feet, her hands clasped together under her chin.

She looked up at me. "Umm, have you, umm, been into my room by any chance?"

Stacy looked back down at her feet. The door creaked open slightly and revealed more of her body to me. She had bare feet and her legs were exposed all the way up to where her pajama shorts began. The shorts were skin tight and only as long as her butt cheeks. A little midriff separated the shorts from her singlet and showed off Stacy's cute little belly button. The singlet was just as tight as her shorts and ended before her shoulders, where a tiny strap went over and connected to the back of the singlet.

"Yeah," I said, "I went in to look for my laptop. Why?"

Stacy's face jumped up when I answered. Her eyes were wide open with fright and insecurity, her cheeks were going visibly red and her lip quivered. She looked down again before she spoke.

"Did you... Did you, ummm, take anything?"

"No." I said.

Relief washed through Stacy's body. I hadn't noticed how tense and stiff her body had been until then. She exhaled, lowered her shoulders and leaned back on one foot.

"Okay." Stacy smiled at me as she said this and turned around to run off back to her bedroom, next door to mine.

She returned a moment later. "Oh yeah, sorry. I took your laptop to Mika's house. Did you want it back now?"

I shook my head. "Don't worry about it. I'll get it off you tomorrow."

An old laptop for an eighteen year old's unwashed G string, that was a fair deal to me.

"Alright." Stacy smiled. "Well, mom and dad are already asleep and I'm gonna go to bed too. Good night."

She went into her room and then came out and disappeared into the bathroom opposite my room. I stared at her arse as she went. Her shorts were so tight that I could see the crease between her cheeks.

My cock immediately got hard. Usually, I would have spent all day and night wanking - like I said, it had been too long since I had had sex and I was too horny - but that day I had been too confused to even touch myself.

I pulled Stacy's G string out of my pocket and finally knew what to do. There was no more confusion, no more guilt or morality, just my raging hormones, urges and little sister. I could keep waiting for the perfect time, the type of scene that inevitably happens in every rom com but that situation would never arise for a brother and sister. I had to create it. I had to be blunt. Direct. Dominant.

I lifted Stacy's panties to my face, took a deep breath for good luck, and got up to follow her into the bathroom.

***

Stacy's body jerked when she saw me in the mirror behind her. She was like a prey trapped by a predator, nowhere to go, nothing to do but wait.

Stacy leaned over the sink and spat the toothpaste out of her mouth. She stood up straight and opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

I walked toward her.

She was shivering and toothpaste dripped down from the corner of her mouth.

I stopped just behind Stacy, literally just behind her, so close that I could hear her heartbeat rise and her breaths turn into gasps. The smell of her hair filled my nose.

Stacy reached over to put her toothbrush back in its holder. I threw her black G string beside the sink. Stacy's eyes darted down to it. She jolted and gasped in shock. Her toothbrush fell, missed the holder and landed in the sink.

Stacy went to say something but I shhh-ed her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her arse into my crotch. She gasped again, quieter but even more surprised. I moved my right hand up from her hip, over her body, and moved her hair out of the way of her neck.

I kissed the exposed skin on her neck. Stacey shrieked and tilted her head away from my mouth, giving my lips more of her skin to ravish. She pushed her arse back into me and grabbed the edge of the bathroom vanity to brace herself.

I reached around her and ran my hands over her stomach and tits. She had no bra on and her tits were as soft and cushiony as her nipples were hard and stiff. Stacy threw her arms behind her and grabbed the back of my head. She was gasping so loud that it sounded like she was either cumming already or choking, I couldn't quite tell.

I kissed my way up to her ear. "I read your diary."

Stacey squirmed and I saw her eyes jump open in the mirror.

"And I decided that I would be a good brother to you and make all of your dreams come true."

Stacy pushed her arse even further against me and grabbed two handfuls of my hair. She was already gasping and moaning, her chest arching out toward the mirror.

"But you have to be a good little sister in return." I slipped one hand down into her shorts. "You have to do any and everything I want, just like you wrote you would."

Stacy spun around and kissed me. She grabbed and pulled me toward her so hard that her nails dug into my skin. There was still some toothpaste on her chin and in her mouth but I didn't care. Stacy had the passion of a repressed virgin and the intensity of a horny teenager, inexperienced but eager.

She jumped up so she was sitting on the sink and pulled me over her. Stacy leaned back until her head was against the mirror and the tap over the sink stabbed her in the back. It must have been uncomfortable but Stacy didn't seem to care or notice, too turned on, too in love.

She broke the kiss and ripped my shirt up over my head and then did the same to her singlet. Her tits were tiny but gorgeous, smaller than tennis balls, with nipples sharper than nails.

Stacy put her arms around my neck and pulled herself back up. Her tits squashed against my chest. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her hands gripped my hair.

She hugged me. Pulled me so tight that our torsos went flat against each other's. Then she put her head on my shoulder and whispered: "I've waited for this for so long. Waited for you for so long. Stayed pure. Innocent. Virgin." She gasped. "I want you to have me. I need you to have me. My big brother. Take me. Fuck me. Dominate me."

Stacy let go of me and sat back on the bathroom vanity. She put her hands down on the far side of the sink and leaned back so her stomach was a ramp leading up to her face. Her feet kicked against the bathroom vanity beside my legs, like a little kid passing time. Stacy smirked at me as if to say: What are you waiting for big bro? Come and take your filthy little sister already!

I grabbed Stacy and pulled her off the vanity. She was as light as a cat and flew straight into me. I manhandled her until I had a hand on each of her shoulders and spun her around so she faced the mirror. I saw the mixture of fear and excitement, of nerves and eagerness, of innocent virgin and incestuous slut in the reflection of Stacy's eyes just before I pushed her down so her torso was flat against the bathroom vanity.

I grabbed the side of her tiny pajama shorts and ripped them down her legs. Her panties flew down with them and stopped just before her knees. I looked down and saw that same discharge that I had found on Stacy's G string, only fresh. Stacy looked over her shoulder and tried to push herself off the vanity to see what had stolen my attention but I put a hand on the middle of her back and pushed her back down, forced her to stay where I had positioned her. She didn't try to move again.

I kneeled down to look at the discharge in Stacy's panties. A transparent white. Thick but also runny, almost like a man's cum. It smelled like young horny youth.

A drop rained down from above me and landed on the tiles between Stacy's feet. I looked up at my sister's virgin pussy. It was hairless, smooth and so excited that it was leaking.

"What is it?!" Stacy sounded worried, as if she thought that I had spotted something out of the ordinary.

I ignored her and slid a finger through the wet discharge in her panties and licked my finger clean. My sister tasted even better fresh. I thought about shoving my face into Stacy's arse and cunt, licking and kissing every last inch of it but decided against it. As enticing as her virgin holes both looked, I was too horny, a whole day's worth of cum waiting to be released, the biggest dry spell of my wife begging to be ended.

I stood up and looked down at my naked sister. She was shaking and had goosebumps on her lower back. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. Stacy shook harder and faster, more noticeable than before, and the goosebumps climbed up her spine.

I stepped out of my underwear and put a hand on Stacy's hips. She stilled, comforted, as if my touch were a warm embrace. I took my cock with my other hand and guided it towards my sister's waiting and wet cunt.

The moment I felt my knob split my sister's lips apart, I lost control. Her pussy pulled me in like a whirlpool. I felt it surround my aching cock on every side as I submerged myself deeper and deeper inside.

Stacy's body jerked and stiffened. She made a sound that was more of a scream than a moan. I shouldn't have gone all the way in right away - it was the first time my sister had ever had a cock inside her after all - but I hadn't been able to help myself. I mean, shit, I hadn't even considered getting a condom before I thrust my unprotected cock into my sister's fertile and virgin cunt.

"Oh God!" Stacy squirmed around as she spoke, her voice on the verge of screaming. "Shit! Fuck! It hurts so bad!"

I put my palm on her lower back and pushed down to keep her in place, to keep her from wiggling about so much.

"Shhh." I commanded her. "Don't wake mom and dad."

Stacy took a big and deep breath as if she were about to go underwater. Her right arm pushed out against the wall beside the toothbrush holder and her left hand gripped the side of the vanity.

I moved myself in and out of Stacy, back and forth, deeper and shallower. My cock made a wet and strangling sound as it moved inside her, like a finger pushed inside a tub of putty.

Stacy's cunt felt like a contradiction. It was as if it resisted my cock, clenched it, did any and everything possible to stop my cock from moving deeper. But it also seemed to adore my dick, to love it. The walls of her pussy sucked my cock further in and embraced it the way normal relatives embraced each other at a family event.

I looked at my little sister's reflection in the mirror. She stared straight down at the sink but I could see enough of her face to know she was grimacing, eyes clenched closed, red cheeks, biting her lip. Her head moved slightly forward each time I thrust myself inside her, like the recoil on a gun, and caused her hair to thrash around.

As I fucked her harder, Stacy lifted her head up and opened her eyes to look at herself in the mirror. She unbit her lips and let a little half moan/half scream shoot out. A few drops of spit splashed onto the mirror.

"This..." She tried to mumble but just shut her eyes and moaned some more. "This is better than I ever imagined." Her face fell back towards the sink.

As I looked down at my little sister - half grimacing/half smiling, half in bliss/half in pain, half a virgin/half a slut - I realized how much I wanted her. It was as much as she wanted me. Tonight wasn't going to be a one night thing. Tonight was the start of something very new. Tonight had changed everything.

And not just my sister's virginity. Tonight was the night all of my dreams started to come true. Every fantasy I had ever had, my sister could fulfill. It would take some training but I could transform Stacy from my sister into my sex slave. A live-in one at that. One that slept in the bedroom next to mine. One that would not only do everything I told her but would also want to.

I don't know if it was this thought or the accumulated pressure of my little sister's never-before-fucked-pussy, but I felt my balls start to empty. Straight into Stacy's cunt and up into her ovaries. I rammed myself inside her a few more times, making sure that I had shot every last drop of cum out and then stayed completely submerged inside of her just in case there was any of my seed straggling behind.

Stacy's back heaved up and down as she gasped in. She lifted her head up to the mirror and we both looked at her smiling reflection. She had red cheeks and sweat glued her fringe to her forehead.

Stacy started to laugh. Really laugh. "That was amazing bro." She said and moved her pussy around my cock, side to side, round and round, up and down.

It felt amazing. Suddenly, one last load flew through my shaft and into my sister.

I took a big breath and pulled myself out. Stacy immediately tried to turn around and hug me. I stopped her with my palm and pushed her back so she was sitting on the vanity just where she was before I fucked her.

The back of her head rested on the mirror. She had her arse on one side of the sink and a hand on the other. One of her legs was up in a ^ position with the foot on the edge of the vanity and the knee beside Stacy's face. The other dangled over the front of the vanity. She had a confused look on her face.

I looked down between her spread legs, watched my cum drip out of her tight little pussy and onto the vanity.

"We can't have mom and dad finding this." I grabbed Stacy's toothbrush out of the sink, wiped up some of my cum and extended the brush to Stacy. "And we can't have my little whore's teeth falling out."

Stacy looked at her toothbrush, my cum covering the bristles like toothpaste. She took it from my hand and started to brush her teeth with it, smiling and giggling, her eyes locked on mine and waiting for approval.

It was time to test my sister's subservience, to find out just how much she was willing to submit herself to me, if she really meant what she had written. I stepped back and gestured at all the drops of cum on the vanity and tiles below.

"Clean this all up with your brush and then come to my bed. Naked. You will always be naked around me when we're alone unless I say otherwise."

Stacy's eyes went from adoring to confusing, still locked on mine.

"Do you understand?" I said in a stern voice.

Stacy didn't answer.

"You want to make your brother happy don't you?"

The confusion on Stacy's face dipped into a frown but she nodded. Two times. Each meeker than the last.

"Good." I said. "Now get to work."

I walked toward the bathroom door and turned around to watch Stacy hop off the vanity and drop to her knees. She scooped up some of my cum from the tiles, turned around to look at me and then languidly brushed her teeth with it, as if she were unsure if that was what I wanted her to do.

"Good girl." I said and walked over to my bedroom.

Stacy came in and stood at my doorway a few minutes later, hands clasped in front of her pussy. She looked at the ground between us.

"Does...." She gulped and continued. "Does this mean that I'm your girlfriend now?" Her eyes bounced up to mine, full of hope, love and longing.

"Come to bed and I'll think about it." I said.

***

It was strange how long ago that night feels now. Early days. Innocent. I know that we were committing incest but by the standards of Stacy's and my relationship today, even that seems tame by comparison."Alright kids," our mom yelled from the end of the hallway. "Your father and I are about to head off."

I was laying in Stacy's bed watching her ride me with all of her might. She hung onto the headrest of the bed and moved her hips with the speed of a sprinter. Her face was a mixture of pure concentration and sex addled slut. Head hanging down, eyes clenched closed, cheeks red and sweaty, lower lip trapped between her teeth. Sweat dripped off her and she gasped, a meek and feminine moan escaping her mouth every few breaths.

"Stacy?" Our mom moved down the hallway to the other side of Stacy's door. "Are you in there?"

I reached behind my sister and spanked her. "Answer her."

"Yes mom!" Stacy let go of the headrest and put her hands on my chest. She threw her head back so it faced the roof. "I'm just...." She moaned and rode me faster. "I'm just busy right now. Have a good trip!"

"Alright..." Our mom said. But she didn't leave, just stayed standing where she was on the other side of the door.

Stacy's moans got louder and quicker. It was like she was crying, but pleasurable crying if that makes any sense. Then there were the other sounds. The squeaking bed frame and Stacy's little tits bouncing on and off her chest.

"Oh, shit..." Stacy mumbled in a high pitched voice. "Fuck... Bro..."

"Is your brother in there with you?" Our mum asked through the door.

There was no way she had heard Stacy though... I hope.

"Yes mom!" "Stacy screamed.

"Well, behave yourself for him this weekend." Mom said. "He is in charge until we get back."

"Oh, God!" Stacy moaned. "That sounds wonderful!"

Her hands moved over my chest and shoulders, pulling on them, pushing on them, digging her nails into them, as she moaned.

"Okay, well, I'll see you two on Monday then. Be good. And I love you."

Our mom started to backtrack down the hall toward the front door.

I spanked Stacy again. "Tell her you love her."

"Oh, fuck!" Stacy moaned. She pushed down on my shoulders, leaned over me and kinked her head to the side.

"I love you! I love you! I love you!" Stacy screamed, but I don't think she was talking to our mum.

Stacy's body started to move erratically on top of mine and I knew she was cumming. When she was done, she leaned down so her sweaty tits were pressing against my chest and her face was in the nook between my neck and shoulder. While she grinded her pussy over and on my cock, Stacy bit my neck and gnawed on my ear all the while whispering: "Cum for me, bro. Please, cum for me. Cum for your little sister. I want it. I need it. Please, give it to me. Fill me. Love me. I want it."

On and on she went until I finally gave her what she wanted.

***

I dressed and led Stacy out to the lounge room. She was still naked, as was our custom when we were alone.

"Sit down." I told her.

Stacy moved around me and sat on the couch. She put her hands under her legs and kicked her feet over the edge, looking up at me with a big smile.

"Uh-uh." I said.

The frown disappeared from my sister's face.

"On the ground." I nodded at the floorboards. "On your knees."

Stacy hesitantly hopped off the couch and dropped onto her knees in front of it.

"Arse on your heels, back straight and hands on your knees."

Stacy adjusted her position so she was sitting as I commanded: legs folded under her, back as straight as a ruler and her palms above her knees where her thighs began.

"Good girl." I walked around Stacy until I was standing behind her. I pulled a dog collar out of my pocket and wrapped it around her neck. Stacy lowered her shoulders to make it easier for me to clip it together.

"How you're sitting, that is your default position this weekend and any other time we are alone. You are to wait like that and not move unless I command you to do otherwise. Understand?"

Stacy nodded.

"Good. If you need to go to the toilet, don't bother asking me, just crawl over to the back door like a dog and I'll take you out to do your business."

Stacy nodded again.

"Move beside the TV," I told Stacy. "That way I can see if you're moving and need to be punished."

Stacy went to climb to her feet but stopped when she heard my voice.

"Uh-uh. Crawl there."

Stacy gulped and crawled over to beside the TV cabinet. I sat on the couch, put my feet on the coffee table and turned the TV on. Stacy sat where I had told her to sit in the position I had told her to sit in without even twitching.

***

It didn't take long until Stacy needed to go to the toilet. I saw her squirming in my periphery, unsure about what to do, unsure if I had meant what I told her - that she had to crawl to the back door and wait to be let out like a dog. I ignored her and let her squirm. Eventually, it became too much and Stacy tried to speak.

"Sir," she managed to get out before I could shh her with a stern and foreboding look.

Stacy looked down at her hands on her thighs for a few seconds. Then, she lifted her hands off her legs and put them on the ground before her. She lifted her arse off her heels and crawled over to the back sliding door. I waited a few seconds before standing up.

I looked over at my little sister, on all fours by the back door. "You need to go to the toilet?"

Stacy looked over her shoulder at me, tears forming in her eyes, lips quivering. She nodded.

"Hold on." I said and walked away, off towards the laundry. I turned to look at my sister before I turned into the hallway. Stacy shuffled around on her knees and palms, struggling to hold it in any longer.

I found our old dog's leash in the laundry and went back out to my sister by the back door. I bent down and clipped the leash to her collar and then stood to open the door.

Stacy crawled out there as soon as the gap was big enough. She moved so fast that the leash went tight and I had to pull back on it to tell her to slow down. The backdoor opened on a dipped concrete courtyard. I led Stacy over to the stairs and waited for her to crawl up to where the grass began.

It was still light out, but we had fence extenders that blocked the neighbors from seeing in. Stacy crawled over to the grass and hesitated. She looked over her shoulder at me.

"Go on." I nodded.

Stacy gulped and looked back at the ground.She spread her knees and then dipped her hips toward the grass. A few nervous drops of pee fell out of her. The stream was so weak that most of it just dribbled along her lips and onto her legs.

"Come on Stacy." I said in a fed up voice. "Lift your leg. Let it out. Otherwise you're gonna pee all over yourself."

I heard Stacy gulp again as she lifted one of her knees off the ground. Her stream became full and then curved in the direction where her knee had just been. When Stacy realized she could piss like this without getting it on herself, she let it go. Really let it go. Piss shot out of her pussy like water from a top of the line water pistol. The stream hit the grass and splashed onto my shoes. So much came out of her that the grass flooded. The sound of Stacy's stream hitting the puddle in the grass was loud and strong, like those mornings you wake up really needing to pee and just fire into the bowl.

Stacy's stream slowly tapered off and then ended. She crawled away from the puddle under her and then sat up how I had taught her. She looked up at me. Her face was sad and confused, as if she hadn't really processed what had just happened, as if she still didn't understand that she was my pet, my slave, my toy.

I bent down, grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her lips. "Good girl."

Stacy smiled up at me but there was still a confused sadness in her face.

"Come on." I said and led her back down the steps to the concrete and then inside. I took Stacy's leash off and closed the door. She crawled to her spot beside the TV and I went to sit on the couch.

Stacy stared at me. I looked over at her and her face immediately snapped straight so she was looking ahead of her instead of at me.

"Come here." I pat the side of the couch next to me.

Stacy's face flung to mine with a huge smile across it. She went to stand up but stopped when she saw the change on my face.

"Crawl here." I said.

Stacy gulped and crawled over to the couch. She looked up at the spot I had designated for her like it was an equation she had to solve. Then she turned to me, using her eyes to ask me if she had to crawl up there somehow.

I nodded. "Come on, you can do it."

Stacy put her hands up on the couch and then moved her hips back forth, building momentum. Suddenly, she shot up onto the spot beside me, smiling.

"Aren't you a little cutie?" I said, brushed some hair behind her ear and kissed her.

Stacy's face went red. She put her cheek on my lap and lay down on her side, her legs bent at the knees. I patted her head with one hand and moved my other down her naked eighteen year old body. I stroked her arms down to her hips and cupped her arse for a while.

Then it occurred to me. I didn't have to be gentle, considerate or even nice. Stacy wasn't my girlfriend. She was just mine. I didn't need to get her off while touching her. I could touch her however, whenever and wherever I wanted.

I slid a finger into Stacy's arsehole. I was still yet to explore it. Stacy's whole body jerked and stiffened. She yelped but didn't say anything. I shoved my finger all the way in, right to the cusp. Stacy reached out and dug her nails into the couch. She screamed and squirmed.

I turned Stacy over so she was laying on her stomach with her face in my crotch. I moved my free hand down to spread Stacy's arse cheeks and started ramming my finger in and out. Only a moment ago, nothing had ever been inside my sister's arsehole, now something was moving in and out of there faster than she could even comprehend. My lap muffled Stacy's moans but I felt her screams reverberate through my pants and onto my cock.

I got hard. Extremely hard.

Stacy moved her hands down to beside my lap and tried to push herself up. She almost had when I shoved a second finger inside her arsehole. My sister collapsed on top of me, her face landing right on my hard and aching cock. She screamed and hollered and barked like the dog I treated her like.

Her arsehole was tighter than a Chinese finger trap around my fingers but I continued to force them in and out. Stacy grabbed hold of my pants and squeezed them in her fists. She even bit into my leg like it was a rod and she was being whipped. I used my hand that was holding her arse cheeks apart to spank her.

Stacy spat my pants out and moaned. "Oh, God! It hurts so much bro! Don't stop."

Then, before I could realize what she was doing, Stacy had my fly undone and my cock in her mouth. I had never seen her give me a blowjob like that. It was as intense as our sex was when our mom was saying goodbye to us. Stacy's slobber dripped down my shaft and flooded into my pubes the same way her piss had flooded the grass outside. The sound coming from her mouth was like that a vacuum cleaner or garbage dispenser in a sink makes. She went up and down like a wild animal but, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't quite take my whole cock.

I used my free hand - the hand that I had spanked her with only a moment ago - to push down on the back of Stacy's mouth until my entire cock disappeared inside her throat. Stacy gagged and shook. She coughed but it had nowhere to go and just made her chest heave. She put her palms on the couch and tried to use them to push her head off my cock but she was too weak. She sounded like she was about to vomit. For all of her protests though, Stacy never stopped sucking or using her tongue to lick my shaft.

I finally let go and her head sprung up. Stacy gasped and heaved. There was saliva all over her chin, dripping onto her neck and tits and gluing some of her hair to her red cheeks. Stacy started to jerk me off with one hand and used her other to wipe the saliva from around her mouth. But it was no use. There was simply too much of it and not even her hand had escaped the explosion of spit when her head bounced free.

I still had two fingers inside my sister's arsehole and a hand on the back of her head. I slowly pushed her head back down toward my cock. Stacy understood the gesture, flipped some hair over her shoulder and moved her mouth back down to my cock which she still jerked off.

She went back at it like she was possessed. It was hard to believe that this was my little sister, going absolutely insane on my cock. That she had only been a virgin until recently just made it all the more unbelievable.

I was about to cum, quicker than I ever had from a blowjob. But I wasn't ready so I ripped my fingers out of my sister's arse and pushed her off my lap and the couch. Stacy crashed onto the ground and sat up and looked at me from between my legs. She had a sad and worried face, as if she were trying to look sorry to avoid not getting in trouble. She had her legs folded under her how I had taught her but her shoulders were slack and slouched down and her slobbery hands rested on her inner thighs.

"Not yet." I said and caught my own breath.

Stacy still looked sad so I stroked her hair.

"We only have the house to ourselves for two days and I want to make the most of them. So that means long and slow, not short and intense, got it?"

Stacy smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

"Good," I stopped stroking her hair and guided her head back to my cock. "I want you to suck it like you did a few days ago when you were still inexperienced."

Stacy nodded as she leaned forward on her knees and grabbed my cock. Her hand and mouth slowly moved in unison up and down my shaft. Up and down. Up and down. As amazing as it felt, I could have enjoyed it for hours without cumming. And that was just what I did...

***

I watched a whole movie without Stacy ever losing her slow rhythm, not even for a moment. Her mouth and hand both, just up and down, up and down, up and down. I could only imagine how sore her jaw muscles and tongue must have been but Stacy didn't show it. Although her mouth was full, she still smiled and stared lovingly at my cock.

Stacy was on her knees and tippy toes. Every time her mouth and hand moved forward over my cock, her arse lifted off her heels and her torso came forward, imitating the trajectory of her hand and mouth.

"Fuck sis," I looked down at her, "you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

Without ruining her rhythm, Stacy's eyes flicked up to mine and her cheeks turned a deep red.

"God, I hate to do this," I said, "but I'm gonna have to get up and go pee."

Stacy pulled her mouth off my cock and held onto my shaft without jerking it. She leaned up towards me with a huge smirk on her face. "Do you want to pee on me?"

"Huh?" I said. "Are you sure?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Only a few hours earlier Stacy had been on the verge of tears because I made her piss in front of me and now she was asking if I wanted to piss on her!

Stacy's smile grew. "Yeah." She put her hands on my knees and stood up. Then she arched her back so her tits pushed out towards me and extended her hand. "Come on."

I took my naked sister's hand and followed her down to the bathroom opposite our bedrooms. Stacy let go of my hand at the doorway and went to hop in the bath. She sat on her knees with her hands on the lip on the bath and her back facing the wall. She shrugged her shoulders, looked up at me and started giggling. It was the sort of laugh a child makes when they know they're being naughty and made her whole chest shake.

Stacy let go of the bath and reached out to grab a hair tie from the bathroom vanity I had taken her virginity on. She tied her hair back in a ponytail and then settled in the position I had taught her was her default position, except instead of starting straight forward, her head was tilted up at me. Her lips were pressed together in a closed mouth smile and she blinked a few times.

My pants were already down from having Stacy suck my cock for hours. I grabbed my shaft and lifted it over my sister's face. Stacy closed her eyes and swallowed whatever was in her throat. A wiggle seemed to spread down through her body and she shuffled in her sitting position.

Stacy opened her eyes just in time to receive the first of my stream. Only a splash came out but it covered her entire face. Stacy closed her eyes and laughed, her whole face and body bouncing up and down. Piss dripped down from her forehead over her cheeks, lips and chin. Her fringe was soaked and stuck to her face and a few streams ran into her open and laughing mouth.

Stacy laughed a bit more and then reached up with one hand and wiped some hair off her cheek. Then she turned around and grabbed something. I didn't know what it was until I saw her plug the bathtub drain.

Stacy turned back to me, giggling and smiling as much as I had ever seen her. She grabbed my shaft, leaned forward and gave my knob a tiny little kiss. When she sat back down she asked in a sweet and high pitched voice: "Are you ready to go again?"

I answered her with another splash, this time though, the splashes kept coming and coming until I had a thick stream shooting right into my little sister's face. Stacy titled her face from side to side, letting my piss cleanse her skin and wash through her hair. She looked like someone in a shampoo commercial, having the most refreshing shower of their life. Stacy even started to scratch the side of her head to work my piss into her hair.

Looking down at my slutty little sister, I understood the term golden shower for the first time in my life. Stacy was soaked from head to toe. As if her whole body had been dunked underwater.

Her hair came around her shoulders and draped toward her tits. Beads of my piss stood everywhere on her body, some stationary, others dripping down her naked body in tiny streams. Stacy ran her hands down her stomach and started to play with herself, rubbing circles around her clit and then shoving a finger inside.

Then, Stacy did something I never expected. Not in a million years. She opened her mouth and moved it from side to side, like one of those laughing clowns at a carnival. My pee flooded her mouth and started to overflow and run off her chin like a waterfall. Stacy's free hand - the one she wasn't fingering herself with - came up to her chin to catch the run off in her palm.

My stream ended. Quicker than I would have liked. Stacy laughed, some of my piss falling out of her mouth as she did so, and then tilted her head back to swallow whatever remained inside. She lifted her palm up to her mouth and sipped from the pool of my piss that was in there, although only about half of it ended up in her mouth, the rest dripping out through her fingers.

Stacy giggled again, leaned forward and grabbed my shaft. She took my knob in her mouth and gave it a couple of big sucks, making sure to get any residue that was left inside.

She sat back, still laughing. She cupped some of my piss in her palms, lifted them up to shoulder length and watched my pee leak out between her fingers. Stacy laughed and then repositioned herself so she was laying in the bath how she would be if she were having a regular bath and not laying in a puddle of my pee. She slipped down the porcelain until her head almost rested on the bottom of the tub. The puddle of my pee reached up to her shoulders so the only part of my little sister that wasn't submerged was the front side of her torso and face. Stacy lifted her feet out of the tub and rested each one on a different side of the bath. She put a finger in her mouth and looked at me.

Without saying anything, Stacy started to pee. It shot out in an arc between her legs and splashed into the tub. The surface level rose until it covered Stacy's stomach and neck and the only parts of her not submerged were her face and tits.

When she was finished pissing, Stacy giggled and moved her feet back into the tub. She shuffled around a bit, creating waves of urine, her skin squeaking on the porcelain.

There were two things that I couldn't believe. The first was how filthy and depraved my little sister was. The second was how turned on it was making me.

I took my shirt off and stepped into the bath between Stacy's legs. She spread them even wider and lifted them over the sides of the bath. I kneeled between her legs, grabbed her lower back and lifted her cunt out of the pee. I put my other hand on her tit, poking out of the pee like an island in an ocean.

I moved my cock inside her. Stacy's whole body recoiled backwards. She yelped and wrapped her pee-soaked legs around my back.

Just like when I took her virginity, there was no easing into it. Immediately, I thrust myself inside my sister at full force and pace. Stacy yelped each time. One of her hands reached out to slap the tiles beside the bath while her other grabbed my shoulder. Her hair hung down and splashed around. Her mouth was open the whole time, lips quivering, voice shivering.

As beautiful as my sister looked with my cock inside her, I had a depraved desire to take her from behind. I pulled out and spun Stacy around onto her stomach. In the wet bath, it was easy, she spun like a shirt in a washing machine, whimpering as she went round. She landed on her chest and her face splashed into the tub full of piss. But only for a moment...

I grabbed Stacy's hips and pulled her up onto her knees. Meanwhile, Stacy pushed herself up on her palms so she was on all fours in the bathtub full of our pee. I stuck myself inside her again and immediately felt the difference in depth. Now, my sister's cunt swallowed and massaged my entire cock.

I grabbed Stacy's hair and pulled her head back towards me. She gasped and whimpered. I heard her tits bouncing back and forth with my cock. Ripples spread out around us in the bath.

I don't know where the decision came from but, seemingly out of nowhere, I pushed Stacy's head down into the bathtub full of piss. I held it there, under the surface, until I saw bubbles start to float to and pop on the surface.

Eventually, I let her come up for air. Stacy gasped and coughed. I heard piss dripping off her face onto the surface. I spanked her. Hard. Stacy stopped coughing and whimpered. I moved her face back under until I came.

It was a huge load. One of the biggest of my life. One that had been building for hours, since I made Stacy start sucking me off. It just kept coming and coming until my balls were emptier than they had ever been before. I pulled out and watched some of my cum drip out of my sister's cunt. Stacy collapsed and fell onto her stomach. I left her there, wallowing in our pee, and got out of the bath to walk over to the shower. I turned the tap and stepped inside.

A few moments later, Stacy opened the shower door to join me but I stopped her with my palm.

"What are you doing? You just had a bath, didn't you?"

Stacy stared at me, confused.

"You will wash off when I say you can." I said. "Now, go and wait in my room for me."

Stacy stood there, staring at me for a few moments and then left the bathroom for my bedroom.

"And don't even think about getting into my bed." I said.

Stacy stopped at the door and waited for more instructions.

"You can get down on the floor and wait for me there. You may as well make yourself comfortable too. That's where you will be sleeping until you wash off."

She gulped, nodded and walked over to my room.As always, the airport was busy and slow. Standing in line to go through the metal detectors and x-ray machine, all I could think about was what if the security team thought the contents of Stacy's backpack were terrorism related? I mean, it's not like I had packed anything dangerous or violent in there but... Well, who took handcuffs, rope, a dog collar and butt plugs with them on their annual family holiday?

Stacy stood beside me, her backpack slung over one shoulder, smiling, excited and unworried. She trusted me more than any person should trust another and probably assumed that I would know what was acceptable to airport security better than anyone. Plus, she also had no idea what I had put in her backpack. I had told her that was a surprise.

How could I have been so dumb? I asked myself, although I already knew the answer: I didn't want Stacy to forget all of her training while we were away, to revert from being my sex toy back to my just being my little sister, and I had I over compensated as a result, got drunk on the power and control I had over her and assumed I could get away with anything.

And now, because of my stupidity, my hormones and desire to dominate my little sister, everyone was going to find out about our incestuous relationship. Everyone. Our parents. The security guards. The people in line around us. Even the government. Shit. I had to do something. But what? There was only one other group of people in front of us now. When they were done, my parents, sister and I would be escorted over to the x-ray machine and metal detectors where Stacy and I would be found out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

It happened.

The group before us went through the x-rays and metal detectors and my family followed them over and started to empty their pockets and take off any items of clothing with metal on them. I stood where I was, at the front of the zig zagging line.

Stacy noticed that I wasn't following her and spun around. Her hair flicked around her face and she smiled. She looked so cute and innocent. Too cute and innocent, I realized and finally relaxed. I mean, no one would think that she did the things I commanded her to do and it wouldn't matter what was in her bag. Shit, I could have put some photos in there and the guards still wouldn't have believed it.

Stacy grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. "Come on, bro. Don't be scared. Your little sister is here to protect you."

She laughed and led me over to the x-ray conveyor belt. I stared at her arse as I followed her. She wore a tiny pair of denim short shorts with a frayed bottom, so tiny that half of her arse cheeks pointed out of the bottom and her bikini bottoms poked out of the top. She also wore flip flops and a cropped singlet with armpit cut outs so big you could see the side of her teenage tits in her bikini top. I had picked out her clothes just after I inserted the plastic butt plug into her arse before we left home. Stacy had insisted on wearing her bikini instead of regular underwear though, because she wanted to swim in the ocean as soon as we landed. She was so excited about the ocean that I almost felt bad for her knowing that I wasn't going to let her swim once this whole trip.

Stacy let go of my hand and popped her backpack down on the conveyor belt. The security guard blatantly checked her out but I couldn't blame him. I mean, Stacy was my sister and I had always checked her out, even before I turned her into my slave.

"Excited?" The security guard asked Stacy.

"Yeah! I've never been to Hawaii! I'm so glad our parents decided to bring me and my mast-" Stacy paused for a moment, went red and then corrected herself and looped her arm through mine. "My brother."

The security guard's eyes darted over to me for a moment and I gave him a friendly smile. He returned it and then slid Stacy's backpack up to the x-ray machine. Our parents were already on the other side of the metal detector. Stacy followed them through and I turned to look at the guard watching the x-ray machine.

She was a big black woman, sitting down, bored and distant, just another day at the office. Until Stacy's backpack showed up. The guard's eyes jumped open, squinted and moved closer to the screen. They hit a button and the conveyor belt stopped. The guard looked up to see who the bag belonged to.

I immediately turned away to face the other guard who was ushering me on through the metal detector. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the x-ray machine guard stand and walk over to another guard who I assumed must be the supervisor.

The black lady whispered in her supervisor's ear. The supervisor's back stiffened and they turned around. She was an older lady with short and thin blonde hair. She walked over to the x-ray screen and peered down, her eyes seeming to shrink smaller and smaller. Then she looked up at me, Stacy and our parents. She scanned us all from top to bottom and then whispered something in her underling's ear.

The black lady sat back down and started the conveyor belt back up. I breathed again and picked Stacy's backpack up off the conveyor and handed it to her.

***

Clouds filled the airplane window, their fluffy white bodies turned dark by the night time sky. Stacy was asleep beside me, her head resting on my shoulder, a blanket draped over her teenage body. I nudged her to try and wake her up. She didn't stir so I nudged her again.

Stacy's eyes opened right on mine. She immediately smiled and lifted her face towards mine.

"Hi sir." She pouted her lips into a kissing motion and I moved my head back.

"Remember where you are Stacy."

She suddenly stopped, looked around her and then turned back to me. "There's no one around bro, don't worry."

Stacy moved back in for a kiss. I dodged her mouth, grabbed hold of her head and guided her face down to my crotch. Stacy immediately worked my shorts open and deepthroated my cock. I grabbed the blanket she had been using and put it over my lap so Stacy was concealed, although it still would have been obvious what was happening if anyone looked over. Especially our parents. They were only in the row in front of us, less than a meter away, and could bust Stacy and me with just a simple turn of the head.

As much as I enjoyed my sister's blowjobs, that wasn't why I had pushed her head down there. I had to relieve myself. I gave Stacy no warning and let my bladder go, right into her mouth.

Stacy was a good little sex slave and knew better than to resist or disobey. Instead, she drank my piss down like it was juice. I could hear her gulping as she swallowed. When I was done pissing into my little sister's mouth, she pulled her head up and smiled at me, giggling like a cheeky little girl who knew she was being naughty. Then she hugged me and rested her cheek on my shoulder.

"Now I need to go to the toilet master." She said.

I looked around at the plane. It was less than half full and most passengers were sleeping - one of the benefits of flying at night, I guess. I turned to Stacy and nodded.

"Alright, let's go then."

Stacy gave me a big, excited, open mouthed smile and got up. She stood in the aisle and waited for me to lead her down to the toilet.

I opened the toilet door and nodded for Stacy to get inside. She stepped past me and waited inside. I looked around one more time, making sure the coast was clear, before I stepped inside and locked the toilet door.

It was so cramped in the tiny plane cubicle that it was almost impossible for Stacy and I to not be touching.

"Take your clothes off." I said in a deep and commanding voice.

Stacy started with her shorts. She undid the fly and pushed them down. Next she threw her singlet off so she was standing before me in the bikini she wouldn't even get to use on our holiday. She reached behind her neck and untied the bikini strap there and then threw the bikini top on the pile of her clothes. Her bikini bottoms were connected by a strap on each hip. Instead of just pulling them down her legs, Stacy untied the straps and let the bikini bottoms fall down.

"Turn around." I commanded.

Stacy turned and put her hands on the wall over the toilet as if she were under arrest and about to be frisked down. Staring at me in her arsehole was the plastic butt plug I had inserted in there before we left home this afternoon. I grabbed the end and pulled it out. I heard Stacy grimace and noticed her body lock up as I slid the butt plug out.

"Turn back around." I said.

Stacy obeyed. I held the butt plug up, level with her face. Without ever breaking eye contact with me, Stacy leaned forward, opened her mouth and sucked on the butt plug. She took the whole thing in, so much so that her lips kissed my fingertips that were holding the butt plug.

"You're such a good little slut, aren't you Stacy?"

Stacy sucked on the butt plug so much that her cheeks went inward as if she were imploding and there was an audible "pop" sound when she pulled her head back and her mouth off the plug.

"I try to be." She answered.

I nodded at the toilet. "Do your business."

"Yes sir." Stacy said and sat down.

She rested her hands palm down on her knees and let her stream rip. It clinged against the metal toilet. I don't know what it was about watching my naked younger sister piss, but my cock immediately turned hard. I pulled it out and stepped toward Stacy.

Without a word, Stacy opened her mouth and lunged for my cock. She sucked with the intensity of a vacuum cleaner and her mouth sounded like a whirlpool. It felt so good that my knees almost buckled. Despite how incredible that blowjob was, I didn't approve of it. Stacy had too much control of the situation and I couldn't accept such a thing so I pushed her hair back into a ponytail, bunched it up and held on. I slammed Stacy's head forward and, at the same time, thrust my cock forward. Stacy had no idea what was going on and gagged. My cock moved through her mouth and throat so fast that it was like she had eaten a bullet.

I face fucked my little slutty slave of a sister harder and more violently than I ever had before. The faster I did it, the more turned on I got. Stacy tried to hold on the side of the stall but I was fucking her with such force that her hands slipped off. Stacy tried to grab hold of my hips but I was moving so fast that her hands couldn't find purchase. Her face and the rest of her body just thrashed about like a ragdoll being dominated by my dick.

All the while, Stacy continued to piss. Her body was recoiling and moving about so wildly though that her stream often missed the toilet she was sitting on and splashed on the ground around my feet. I didn't care. Was too turned on and too close to cumming.

I felt my balls filling with cum and started to face fuck Stacy even quicker and harder. A thin little whine escaped her mouth as my cock bashed it back and forth. I emptied my load into her throat and pulled my cock out just in time for the last few drops to splash all over her face, chest and hair.

Stacy fell back against the wall of the stall. Her arms pushed out and rested against the sides of the stall and her feet jumped off the ground so her knees were up at shoulder height and Stacy sat on the toilet, legs spread, as the last drops from her bladder fell out into the toilet bowl.

Stacy was a mess. Silent tears rained down from her eyes and scarred her face with ruined makeup - mascara, eyeliner, foundation, lip gloss. Spit dripped off her chin in at least three streams and hung there like perverted Christmas decorations. Her hair was everywhere, a bird's nest, a pigsty, ruined. She looked scared in a way that I had never seen her be since becoming my little sex slave. Her chest heaved up and down as she gasped in the pee-scented air.

I don't know what overcame me but I spat down onto her face, fixed my shorts and told her: "Clean yourself up. We both know that you're nothing but a human fleshlight but no one else needs to know that."

Then I stepped out of the stall and walked back down the aisle to my seat.

Ten or so minutes later, Stacy came out. I had to give her credit. She had almost cleaned every trace of her violation. The only evidence of my domination was that her hair was still slightly messed up. Other than that though, she looked fine, cute, adorable, loveable even. No traces of running makeup. No bruises or bodily fluids. Nothing but her natural beauty.

She sat down next to me, put her feet up on the edge of the seat, pulled the blanket over and rested her head on my shoulder and drifted off to sleep.

***

The hotel room was simple. Two double sized beds with a side table between them and a tv on the wall opposite them. On one side of the beds was a desk and balcony and on the other a door through to our parent's bedroom and the ensuite.

Stacy dropped her bag on her bed and immediately went over to look out the window. We had a view of the ocean and pool.

"It's so beautiful." Stacy said and turned to me. "Don't you think so, bro? I mean master."

I stared at her. With the starlight twinkling on her face, she was the one that was beautiful.

"Come on." I grabbed Stacy's hand and led her over to the bed.

I pushed her and she landed with her arse on the edge of the bed and looked up at me. I grabbed her singlet and peeled it up over her. Stacy lifted her arms to make it easier for me. Then I reached around her neck and untied her bikini top. Stacy looked down as her bikini top fell off.

I pushed her shoulders and Stacy fell down onto her back. I lifted her legs up so it was like she was a wheelbarrow and then started on getting her tiny little short shorts off. I peeled her shorts down her hairless thighs and knocked her flip flops off as I moved the shorts over her feet. Stacy's legs fell back down and I pulled the straps on the side of her bikini bottoms and then lifted them off.

"Get on your stomach." I said.

Stacy, the good little slave that she was, flipped over onto her stomach without a word. I left her there like that and went to get her backpack from the other bed, the backpack I had stuffed with bondage gear. I pulled out a few ropes and leather shackles.

I attached Stacy's wrists and ankles to a shackle, connected each shackle to a piece of rope and tied each strand of rope to a different bedpost, so Stacy was sprawled out on the bed like a starfish, naked and tied up, a toy for her older brother's gratification.

When I was done, I softly spanked Stacy's arse and told her: "Alright, I'm going to have a swim before bed. I'll be back in a bit."

Stacy cried something in response but I didn't stick around to actually hear what it was.

***

I came back from my swim to, unsurprisingly, find Stacy exactly where I had left her. She turned her head and tried to look over her shoulder at me but couldn't quite make eye contact.

"Bro, master, sir, please untie me. You know how much I want to go swimming with you."

I didn't like her attitude. Stacy should have known by now that she had no wants and desires beyond my own. I ignored her and walked past her to her backpack full of fuck toys. Stacy tried to turn her face to follow me.

I pulled out a ball gag and one of those little bullet vibrators. I walked to the side of the bed that Stacy was on and fixed the ball gag in her mouth. Her eyes shot up to mine, wide, scared, watery. I ignored her and walked to the end of the bed, where her legs were spread wide open.

I sucked the bullet vibrator, lubing it up with my spit, and then shoved it inside my little sister's arsehole and turned it on. The sound of the vibrations, muffled by Stacy's arsehole, filled the room. But only for a moment. Almost as soon as it started vibrating, Stacy started wiggling and moaning. The sounds that made it past her ball gag were weak and thin but unmistakable. She loved it.

I put my knees up on the bed and shuffled toward Stacy's arse. I grabbed her hips and lifted them up as high as the restraints would allow. Her pussy glistened with her juices, wet as a glass of water. My cock was already hard and easy to flop out of my shorts. I rammed myself inside Stacy's pussy.

Her body jolted and locked up. Her pleasurable and muffled moans turned to pleas of agony. Even though I fucked my sister multiple times a day, she was still almost as tight as the night I took her virginity.

I fucked her cunt as hard as I had fucked her mouth on the plane ride over here. Stacy tried to spread her legs further apart, as if she were trying to crawl away from me, but the restraints kept pulling her back into place. The bed started to creak everytime I trust forward, in rhythm with the tiny little yelps coming from my younger sister.

Her arse cheeks stared up at me, as appealing as two soft and cushiony pillows are to someone who is severely sleep deprived. In between them, I could just see the little black tip of the vibrating bullet.

The bullet was too small, I thought to myself, too shallow. I moved one of my hands off Stacy's hip and used it to push the bullet further inside her arsehole, lodging it as far down as I could push it, so it was long out of my sight.

Stacy's arms tensed and tried to break free of the ropes and shackles locking her in place. I could tell that she thought I had pushed the bullet too far in, that she didn't want it there, but I had also told her that what she thought and wanted meant nothing to me and left the bullet where it was.

My torso leaned over Stacy's back at a 45 degree angle, like a ramp. I moved down and rested my chest on her back, put my hands on top of her hands and placed my chin on the top of her shoulder. Her skin was hot and sweaty. Her heartbeat pounded against my chest. Her eyes were open and intense and tried to look over at mine.

"This is how you're going to spend the entire holiday Stacy." I whispered into her ear. I knew I would probably end up putting her on a leash and taking her into the bathroom to go to the toilet and shower - every sex toy needed to be maintained and cleaned - but for the most part what I said was true. This is exactly how Stacy would spend her first time in Hawaii - tied up to her brother's bed in the nude.

"I might have let you go for a swim," I continued, "if you hadn't of acted so entitled when I came back in here, like you deserved to swim. You don't deserve anything Stacy. No more than a lamp or any other item deserves anything. Because that is what you are to me. Not my sister or even a person, just a cum dumpster, something to fuck and play with. I have no respect for you, no love or anything beyond my cock and cum."

I looked at my sister's face and saw tears falling off and onto the bed. I don't know why but it drove me over the edge and my cock started to cry its own homemade tears right into my sister's unprotected cunt.

Stacy wasn't on any sort of contraception and we never used condoms. So far, we had been lucky but I knew it couldn't last forever. But, well, that was a problem for another day.

I shot my entire load into Stacy but kept my cock inside her. I was so tired from all the traveling and swimming that I was ready for sleep already. I closed my eyes and fell asleep on top of my human fleshlight with my cock still inside it.