Flash!

byGiantNutWrites©

Note: All characters in this story are fictional and are above 18 years old.

FLASH!

'Weird' was the word that came to my head when I saw Angelica's Nissan pull up on our driveway.

Had she and Dylan made out or something? I hope not.

Just a week ago, they were shouting abuses at each other. I was certain the whole neighbourhood could hear Dylan screaming into his phone.

Why hadn't they broken up? Yeah, Dylan was my brother and all, but I was definitely on Angelica's side. Cheating was NOT cool. One of Angelica's friend caught Dylan entering a prostitution establishment with his friends — again.

And Dylan was the luckiest man in the world. He wasn't ugly by any standard, but he also wasn't on Angelica's level. Tanned, fit, good looking, it was no wonder why she was incredibly popular in school. How the hell did he manage to snag her up? I could only guess.

I went downstairs half-hoping to witness a full-blown fight. You know, one with chairs sailing, insults flying, rough shoving — those kinds of stuff. Call me crazy, but I love drama. I only saw it in movies, so witnessing one in real life would be kind of cool.

Maybe she would even throw that damned camera of his. That would definitely teach my brother a lesson. Dylan was kind of a nerd. By age thirteen, he had already won numerous awards for his inventions, the most noticeable one being a robotic arm that could shake hands. It was pretty cool, but still — nerdy.

His latest project was some kind of camera that had x-ray capabilities — or so he claimed. He had worked on that non-stop for a year and a half now and he would often excitedly ramble to me about how this new invention would change his life. He finally stopped talking to me about it when I threatened to throw that stupid camera away if I heard the word 'camera' uttered from his lips again.

Seriously. He should learn social cues to realise if someone does not give a fuck about what he was saying.

What I saw downstairs was NOT what I was expecting. Angelica was on her back, all sweaty and her hair a mess, and Dylan was on top of her. My brother was dry humping his girlfriend, with his lips wrapped around her's and his hands squeezing her breasts through her top.

"Hey!" I called out to them, cringing in disgust. "Stop that."

Dylan rolled off her and gave me a face. Angelica giggled and got up to her feet with the help of my brother. She was wearing her school uniform which was weird because it was a Sunday.

I directed my attention to Angelica and shook my head. "You're making a mistake."

"Huh?" She frowned at me. "What do you mean?"

"You already caught him cheating twice. What makes you think he won't d-"

"Woah!" My brother cut me off. He made another face at me. "Shut up."

"Cheating?" Angelica turned to him. "M, what is she talking about?"

"Nothing." Dylan smiled at her and gestured towards me like I was some crazy person. "You know my sister. Always the drama queen." He tugged her arm, still staring at me angrily. "Come, let's finish this in my bedroom."

Angelica nodded, but before they went inside, she looked at me pointedly. "You should really stop spreading rumours, Phoebe. It will bite you back someday."

Then she slammed the door.

Rumours? What was she talking about? Did she hit her head so hard that she literally forgot about Dylan fucking a prostitute?

The fuck?

***

Over the next few days, it got even weirder.

Angelica stopped attending classes. She didn't even return back home. Instead, she would stay in Dylan's room all day.

It didn't help that she doesn't bother covering herself when she DOES come out of there, so I would see her half-naked with white stains on her lips and looking half-dead.

That night, we were all seated around the dinner table. Well, not really. Angelica was insistent on sitting on Dylan's lap, and at that point, I didn't care anymore. I had cooked some pasta, and to make things less awkward, I tried to start up a conversation.

"So," I pointed my fork at my brother's girlfriend, who was nonchalantly grinding her ass on my brother. "How long are you planning to stay here?"

"How long?" She paused for a while. "What do you mean?"

"Shut up, sis," my brother suddenly cut in, looking at me. "She's staying here for a while. Do you have a problem with that?"

I scowled at him. Mom and Dad were paying the rent, so I didn't have control over anything.

I looked back at Angelica. "How about your parents? Are they okay with this?"

"Parents," she frowned. "I don't have parents."

I shook my head and glanced at my brother. They must be playing some kind of joke. "Mom and Dad might not like this."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Don't say anything to them."

"Why?" I challenged. "She is parading around the house half-naked and I can literally hear moaning from upstairs. It's getting annoying."

"You won't tell Mom and Dad."

"If it continued like this, I will definitely tell."

He sighed, then looked at Angelica. "Fetch me the camera."

I looked on, confused, as Angelica obediently got up and disappeared into my brother's room.

"I'm sorry."

I frowned at him. "Sorry? What are you talking about?"

He ignored me and waited until his girlfriend came back with the camera. It was the first time I saw it since six months ago when I saw him working on it in the living room. It looked like those kinds of olden days instant camera, but larger. Way larger.

"I really don't want to do this," Dylan said, as he took the camera and aimed it towards me. "I initially wanted to flash you so that you will treat all of this as normal but..." He looked at me, a grin slowly tugging on his lips. Did he just glance at my breasts?! "Nevermind. You won't remember this conversation anyway. In fact, you won't even remember your name."

"Dylan," I said, slowly getting up from my seat. "What are you-"

FLASH!

***

I woke up with a headache.

Fuck. It was a massive headache, and it hurt like a bitch.

I jolted upright only to be greeted by blurriness. Somehow my eyes stung too. Confused, I shook my head and rubbed my eyes.

Odd. I was in the living room. Why wasn't I in my room? Did I sleep here last night? I don't remember.

It was then I realised that there were two figures sitting on the couch opposite me. Master and Megan!

Wait. What time is it? Did I overslept?!

Master would be fuming to know that I overslept on the couch.

In a panic, I rolled out of the couch and crawled my way over to Master, then planted kisses on his feet.

"I'm sorry," I said in between kisses, praying he wouldn't punish me. "I must have overslept."

"It's okay," He said. Surprisingly there was no anger in his tone. A pause, then, "Can I ask you something?"

I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him. My legs were full of pins and needles, but I forced a bright smile nevertheless. "Yes?"

"What is your name?"

"My name?" What is this? Why would Master ask for my name?

"Yes, what is your name?" Master repeated, looking worried.

"Kate," I said, frowning. "You named me Kate after you purchased me."

"Yes," He sighed, looking relieved. "Yes, okay, okay. Yes, you're right." He patted my head and I couldn't help but shiver. "And who am I?"

I looked at him again, my brows furrowing. "Who are you?"

"Yes, who am I?"

"You're my Master." I replied meekly. Was this some kind of test?

Master nodded. "Good, good." Then he looked at Megan who smiled at him.

"I'm sorry I overslept, Master," I repeated. "It won't happen again."

"It's okay," He replied, now stroking my cheeks. "You can go do your chores now."

And like an obedient little servant, I obeyed.

***

The house was unusually messy and I must have REALLY overslept because it was already night time. With a sigh, I got to work.

The majority of the day consisted of me cleaning, scrubbing, and washing every nook and cranny in the house. There was a lot of weird stuff lying around. Like pictures of me and Master together. I didn't remember any of them. My room was so out of place too, with so much junk I had never remembered purchasing.

When I was finally done, I went back to the living room to report back to Master.

Master and Megan were in the midst of sex when I entered. Rough one too, with my sister slave on the floor on all fours and Master mounting her from behind. He slammed his cock over and over, making her tits sway and bounce with each heavy thrusts.

I watched as Master came with a shout. Megan came soon after, screaming at the top of her lungs. It was all over and Master collapse on top of her.

"Master," I called out, not sure what to do. Megan was always his sex partner but Master never was interested in me. "I'm done."

He jolted out when he heard my voice, his eyes wide. But after he saw me standing there with my eyes down and hands clasped in front of me like I always did, he seemed to relax.

"Okay," he said. "You're dismissed."

As I made my way back to my room, Master stop me.

"Wait."

I turned around and Master stared at me for a while. I could see he was conflicted by the way he furrowed his brow and chewed on his finger.

Finally, he pushed off Megan with a grunt and my eyes went wide at the size of his cock, still wet and extremely hard.

"Come and wash me," Master ordered, still eyeing me, his gaze lingering at my breasts.

"Come," Master urged when I stood there like an idiot. He walked up to me, took my hand then lead me into his room, locking the door behind him.

"You want me to wash you?" I asked, surprised at the turn of events. Megan had always washed him. Always.

"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" He was chewing his lips and sounded a little nervous.

I shook my head and he nodded in relief.

"Take off your clothes," he whispered to me.

Before I could obey, Master did it himself. Slowly, he unbuttoned my blouse, then slid it off my arms. I could hear him breathing harder as my blouse hit the floor.

"Holy shit," Master growled softly, almost to himself. "Wow."

I stood still, my nerves growing by second as Master gingerly reached out to cup my breasts. He inhaled sharply when his fingers grazed my left breast, his eyes wide at my hardening nipples.

Suddenly Master jerked back as if stung. I looked on, confused, as he paced around the room, muttering to himself.

So it wasn't only me. Master was nervous too.

Master came back to me and held me by the hips. "Tell me you want this too."

"I want it," I told him genuinely. But my voice cracked and I could see that it affected him.

"I mean, look at you," Master said, ignoring my confused expression. "Perfect tits, perfect lips, perfect fucking body, smelling like a Goddess." He looked at me again. "Tell me you want it, Phoebe. Say it like you really mean it."

"Who's Phoebe?" I whispered, wondering if he mixed my name up with another woman's. It bothered me a little but I tried to hide it.

"Kate," he corrected himself, staring hard at me. "Kate. Kate, Tell me you want it."

"I want it."

"Okay. Okay."

My shorts were removed, then my underwear. Soon, I was bare in front of him.

"You have no problems with this right?" he asked again, looking at me like his first time seeing me while his hands felt my body up.

"My body is yours, Master. Honestly, I'm glad you suddenly took an interest in me. I mean-"

I was cut off when Master backed me up until my back slammed the wall. I was getting wetter by the second.

"Okay, okay. Just relax, okay?" Master said. He was having trouble speaking because his breaths were heavy and loud.

"Master," I said. "I may not be as good as Megan."

"What? Why?"

"I had never done this before."

Master suddenly backed off and laughed. It was a harsh kind of laugh, almost forceful.

"Right, right," he said. "You're a virgin now."

Before I could ask what he meant by that, he was on me again.

"Don't worry," Master reassured me. "I'll teach you, okay?"

Holy shit, I was so turned on.

"Okay," I whispered.

"God," Master said, his hand sliding to my right thigh. "You smell so fucking good."

Then he kissed me. I kissed him back. I didn't know what it was, but my body flared to life like it automatically knew what to do even though this was my first kiss. My tongue sparred with his and I arched my back to press against him even more, eager to feel his bare skin, crushing my breasts against his chest and grazing his erect cock against my sex.

"God, this is so wrong." I heard Master say as he enthusiastic humped me. "So fucking wrong."

Master broke the kiss. I could see pure lust in his eyes as he lifted my right leg up, then held it, exposing my pink flesh. I slid myself against the wall lower to maintain my balance.

"Relax," he told me, as I tensed up. When I forced myself to loosen up, he gave me a sweet peck. "Are you ready, Phob-" he stopped himself then forced a smile. "Are you ready to lose your virginity, Kate?"

"Yes," I replied. And I was telling the truth. I had dedicated my whole life to serving Master. I was trained since birth to one day serve a man. My body belonged to him, so if he wanted to use me, it only made sense to offer everything I had to him.

"This is so wrong," he whispered again, not meeting my eyes. Then with a sharp exhale, he thrust forward, his thick cock burying into me.

"Master!" I gasped as he drove his cock all the way to the tilt. I moaned at the welcoming impact, then shifted my hips (which was hard to do with one leg) to accommodate his size.

I couldn't say more because Master reclaimed my lips once more, this time more forceful. He was almost animalistic as he withdrew his cock backwards, just halfway, then slammed it back into me, over and over and over. I met every hard thrust with my own, groaning and moaning, both at the pain and the overwhelming pleasure.

"You feel so good, Kate," Master growled, staring hard at me while he slammed me against his bedroom wall. "Oh, Jesus."

"You have no idea how many people lust after you." Master sped up his thrust, causing me to whimper and writhe in pleasure. "You're so fucking gorgeous," Master continued, slamming his cock in and out of my pussy without mercy. "A Goddess. I used to lust after you. But then... fuck, fuck-"

Master came first. He cursed and moaned as he exploded inside me. Seconds later, I came too. I tossed my head back and curled my toes inwards as I felt every muscle in me tensed then release all at once.

Was this how sex feels like? Weird, it felt like I had done this before.

I squeezed my inner walls against his cock as Master filled me up. Master seemed to like that a lot because the room lit up with his delightful groans. They were like music to my ears.

He was still going, shuddering and spurting ropes of cum into me. I took it all, riding out the last remnants of my orgasm, both moaning and groaning with him.

Master released my leg, then went back to kissing me, one hand going around to my ass while the other came to my neck, choking me. Master was gentle with my neck, but ferocious with my ass, squeezing my cheeks in several different places. I gave him what he wanted — and more.

"All mine," Master breathed as I sparred lightly with his tongue. I didn't even need to think. My body reacted to his. I took his still erect cock in my hands and began pumping.

"Fuck the taboo," Master said, pulling back a bit and biting my lower lips. I moaned. "You're fucking hot and pussy is still a pussy. That's all that matters. Fuck what society thinks."

I preened under his praise and Master released me, smiling as he realised cum was leaking from my pussy and trailing down my legs.

"Did I do good?" I asked him, wobbling. I felt weak on my knees and very sore at my pussy, but Master was kind enough to support me with his arm.

"Very," he replied. I moaned as Master took control again. His lips came forward to one of my nipples, then he started sucking on it.

"This is going to be a daily thing, Kate," Master said, now trailing kisses up my neck. He touched a sensitive spot and I arched my back, moaning in ecstasy.

"Starting from now, you are going to clean the house naked. Megan will help you. Then, after your chores, you are to come to my room. I am going to fuck both of you every single night, Kate. Every. Single Night. Understand?"

"Yes," I gasped, as he went back to my nipples.

The next thing I knew, I was on all fours — just like Megan had been moments ago.

I inhaled sharply as I felt Master entered my pussy for the second time. Soon we were in rhythm - Master thrusting in and out, while I met each thrust with my hips.

After Master orgasmed inside me again. I cleaned him up with my tongue (Master's orders). Then we showered. Master ordered me to give him head in the bathtub (I was surprisingly VERY good at blowjobs!), then we slept together. Megan slept outside since Master wanted some alone time with me.

"You're going to start a new life with me, Kate," Master was saying, pressing his cock against the crack of my ass. "You're going to be very very happy as my sex slave. Soon you will have more sisters, but I suspect that you will be my favorite."

I tried to reply but couldn't — not with Master's fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of my pussy.

"Very happy," he repeated softly, as his thumb went over to my clit, circling it.

I couldn't take it anymore. I came with a scream. We made out some more, then I took Master's cock in my mouth and pleasured him until he came— again and again, until he was too exhausted to orgasm any more. Master slept with a satisfied grin on his face.

He was right. I was going to be happy.

I licked around my lips, lapping up more of Master's cum, then snuggled beside him.

Very very happy.