Rite of Passage part 1 by XtinaSmith2017

Tap tap tap..

Jamie let out a low groan, rolling over onto his stomache, to face away from his bedroom door, from where the annoying tapping originated.

Tap tap tap..

"Mmmm!" He groaned again in displeasure, dragging his pillow up and over his head, burying his face between the cool fabric of his mattress and the full softness of his pillow. His mind was thick with sleep and fatigue, it was probably just the house settling, he hoped futilely.

"Fuck sake.." came the gentlest of whispers in a frustrated, but feminine tone. His door gently creaked open then clicked shut, a moments peace and respite shattered as a finger poked him gently in the side. "Hey.. Hey dweeb.."

Jamie let out an exasperated sigh, rolling onto his back and displacing his pillow, using a slender bare arm to cover his eyes as he groaned. "Ugh.. Caitlyn.. What time is.. Is.." Jamie's mouth gaped open as he arched his back, yawning out deeply as he raised his arm to see, blinking into the darkness, just making out her silhouette in front of him. "The fuck.."

"It's a quarter past midnight.." she said softly and he could swear he could just make out the edge of a grin on her face.

"So whaaat?" he whined musically, pulling the pillow over his face and smushing it to himself with his hands, confuse and tired.

"Soooo..." she said in a mimicking sing song voice, her hand moving to pat him on his thigh through his duvet "That means technically it's Tuesday.. Happy eighteenth birthday, little brother.."

He squirmed out from under the pillow again to look at his sister. She sat on the edge of his bed, smirking playfully in the almost blackness. As his eyes adjusted to the dark (and to being awake..) he noticed she was just wearing her thick plush bathrobe over what he knew to be a very athletic figure.

While only one year his senior, they couldn't have been more different if they'd come from different families. While she was athletic and sporty, dark haired and dark eyed, an accomplished distance track runner, he was a slender reed of a boy, fair of hair and blue eyed, intelligent. "Uhh.. I guess you're right. Thanks?.."

She smirked and raised up her hands, in one hand she held what looked to be a bottle and a pack of soda, in the other she held a game. He looked to her, blinking stupidly. She rolled her eyes, "You're eighteen dumbfuck. Lets drink to celebrate and play an eighteen on your xbox. One of my old favourites."

He stared at her, still half asleep and let his head roll forward in defeat. When she got something into her mind, there was little use trying to dissuade her. Though he didn't really realise just how far this would extend.. "...Fine.." he conceded, sitting up and letting his arms stretch out above his head.

Caitlyn grinned as he gave in to her, watching him intently as he sat up. She loved her little brother dearly. Because of her strength and his meekness she had become very protective of him. Recently, however, as she watched him grow up into the gorgeous young man that he was, she had become very possessive too, seeking to spend her time with him more and more, each day talking and gaming with him, each night laying in her bed, biting her pillow as she stroked her cock thinking about him, stifling moans of his name.

She had corrupted herself through these fantasies. From a loving older sister looking out for her brother into a predator just waiting for her meal to be ripe enough to pluck and sate her desires with, and looking at him now, she knew he was perfect. Like a vulnerable fawn, with a thick ass.

Jamie sat there blinking at her expectantly as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He was for his age, slender and nubile, his chest and chin hairless and smooth, his face rounded. She bit her lip and felt her cock shift under her robe. For months she had been planning her brother's downfall in her mind. Taking him from being the lanky teen he was to stunning, eager cock sock.

"Come on~.." Caitlyn whispered enticingly as she slipped from the bed, shuffling across the floor and leaving the bottle and the cans behind her as she moved to switch on the tv in her brothers room, biting her lip as she sat with legs crossed, hands turning on her brothers Xbox and undocking the pair of controllers, looking across at him, her beautiful face lit now by the screen as it turned on, she smiled, encouragingly.

Jamie nodded a little as he slid off of his bed, he had the perfect little body for what Catlyn had in mind. She half watched him as he scooted across the carpet to sit besides her, his sleek body outlined in the faint light, wearing nothing but a pair of plain grey boxers.

As Caitlyn set the system up and put the disc in Jamie reached for the cans of soda, grabbing one and popping the tab. Hopefully it was something caffeinated.. He took a swig and a distinct bitterness passed his lips. He turned his head, swallowing, "Bleeeeh! The hell?!" he exclaimed.

Caitlyn having watched him take his first sip of beer held a hand to her mouth to quieten down her laughter, waving a hand at Jamie, "Shhh! It's just beer you dweeb, you're allowed to drink it now."

He poked his tongue out, setting the can down, "Ah.. No thank you, thats disgusting."

She rolled her eyes and picked up the can for herself, taking a hearty swig, feeling the cold carbonated drink slide over her tongue and settle any nerves. "Ahh.. Here.. Try this instead.." she said, pushing the bottle towards him.

He scooped it up and eyed it with no amount of suspicion, a little less trusting of whatever might be in the bottle now than he had been just a moment ago. He twisted the top and set the cap down carefully besides himself, tucking his legs into one side as he lifted the bottle to his lips, glancing across at Caitlyn as he took a sip.

It was sweet, fizzy, fruity. Caitlyn smirked playfully as she watched him take his first pull at a pink bubblegum alcopop and enjoy it. She shook her head some. It was all too perfect. The way he sat, his choice of drink, he was going to be her bitch.

Jamie took another, longer, pull on the bottle and felt a little better about his abrupt awakening already. He settled in besides his sister, almost leaning on her as he unwound and picked up his controller, setting his bottle down by the cap.

"What're we playing?" he asked curiously as he looked to her with his bright, innocent blue eyes, running his hand through his short blonde hair to straighten it somewhat. She would have to make him grow it out.

"Deadspace three. The one with a co-op campaign." she said with a nod as the title came up and she ran them through the menus to load up the game.

"Ooh." he replied. He knew the franchise but had never played before, not really sure what to expect as they threw themselves into the game.

Over the next hour Caitlyn did everything she could to accomplish two simple goals, get him as scared as possible, get him as drunk as possible. The latter was easy as she constantly urged him on by handing him his pink alcohol, the former took a little bit of finesse, persuading him down corridors she knew to be laden with waiting necromorphs, having him play as Carver so he got some of the more creepy imagery.

By the time two hours had passed her little brother was quite drunk and all but nestled in the crook of her arm, drunk and quite freaked out. Just as she had hoped. Caitlyn herself wasn't exactly sober at this point, sure she had a much higher tolerance for alcohol than her little brother did and she hadn't been drinking anything half as strong as he had, but it was enough to lower any remaining boundaries and boost her confidence for the gentle romancing and seducing she had planned..

As they finished a mission she set her controller down, feeling the warmth of Jamie pressed against the side of her body.

"Well that was fun.. But you should get some sleep.." she said brightly as she shuffled away from him and made to stand.

"W-wait!" Jamie protested, blinking as he suddenly found himself leaning on his own arm and not his sister, feeling more than a little woozy, and more than a little freaked out. "I er.. Um.. Stay for a while? Talk?" he asked, trying not to sound as afraid as he felt.

Caitlyn smirked to herself but pursed her lips, as if questioning. "You sure you want me to stay? I mean it's pretty late.. You must be tired.."

He shook his head and looked at her, his eyes practically pleading with her.

"Hmm.. Alright for a while.." she conceded, sounding reluctant. She switched off the console and the TV. Their eyes having adjusted to the bright vibrant gore of the game made the room seem all the darker and full of shadows.

Jamie blinked, eyes going wide as he looked around, he couldn't see or hear his sister, but in his mind every corner lurked with necromorphs.

"Coming or what?.." Caitlyn asked, and Jamie turned his head towards the voice. As he did he heard the soft rustle of his bed sheets and his matress. Relieved, he moved across to his bed, stumbling as he walked, expecting to find her sitting on it. Instead he found her laying on it.

He bit his lip some, confused but keen to get out of the sudden seeming cold of the room and slid into the bed besides her.

Caitlyn throws the duvet over him, over them both and lay besides him quietly.

They lay there in silence for a few long moments, Jamie feeling a little awkward, laying in bed with his older sister because he's gotten scared of some stupid game, what was he, a coward

He all but jumped out of his skin when he felt a finger tip gently slide down his smooth chest, calming himself as he heard his sister's voice. "Mm.. Now you're a man I suppose you'll be bringing over all sorts of girlfriends and floozys now to occupy your time with.. You won't be needing me anymore.." she let out a soft sigh, loving the feeling his his smooth chest against her sensitive fingertips.

"N-no, of course not Cait.." he admonished, defensively. He might've been the little brother, but now he was a man, he felt some duty of care towards his sister.

"You mean you'll still want me?.." she asked, voice hopeful.

"Of course.. Jeez just because i'm a day older doesn't mean the world's changed.." he said, unsure why his sister was talking like this. Maybe she was as drunk as he felt? Or more so?

"Maybe it should.."

He paused for a few moments. "What do you mean?.."

"I mean I love you.." she said quietly, sounding the part of the quiet, demure sister, while beneathe the covers she lay, nude, her robe discarded in the dark, one hand wrapped around her rock hard length of her throbbing shecock as she threw her brother off by whispering sweet nothings.

Jamie frowned a little, this was very unlike her. "Well.. I mean obviously I love you too sis. We just don't go about saying it.." he responded slowly, feeling his mind muddled and his speech a little slurred, the hand on his chest so distracting.

"Can we cuddle a bit?.." she asked, voice soft and breathy..

"I mean.. Sure? I guess.." he replied, a little embarrassed. He was eighteen, why was she talking to him like a child.. He could hardly keep himself awake, his head spinning worse somehow, now that he was laying down.

Caitlyn smiled and slid forward, laying on her side she pressed her chest to him, her head resting on his shoulder, her body positioned so her ass pressed back, keeping him from feeling her throbbing cock quite yet.

She was nude! He felt her bare breasts pressed against his arm, warm and full, the soft flesh pressing against his body as she snuggled into him, he could feel the warmth of her breathe as it tickled his neck.

"C-cait.."

She pressed her finger to his lips. "Shh sh sh.." she urged, "You're mine.." she said, maybe a bit too soon but having her hard cock so close to his body and feeling him against her was speeding up her plans. She had intended on being all soft and cute, seducing him with warm words and an even warmer touch.

Jamie opened his mouth to object but Caitlyn pressed her finger in between his lips, over the ridge of his perfect teeth to slide across his hot wet tongue. "Mmmm!" he whimpered in objection, but wouldn't hurt his sister by biting down. She was so drunk!

She wasn't sure how the switch in her mind was flicked so easily, but her thoughts were no longer filled with the ideas of slowly seducing and corrupting her brother. She needed him and she needed him now.

She leaned forward and withdrew her finger, pressing her lips to his. He squirmed and whimpered into her mouth in surprise, but god's he was more intoxicating than the beer. His lips full and soft, his mouth hot and wet, he tasted so sweet, tasted of bubblegum. She reached around with her hand and roughly gripped his short fair hair, driving her tongue between his lips to work his mouth.

He pushed against her, hands trying to find a perch on her shoulders to shove him off but she was too eager, too aggressive. She kissed him rough and passionately, taking advantage of his weak nature, of his inebriation to sate her own dark lusts and desires that had dominated her mind. He was so weak and beautiful, she couldn't resist.

As she forced herself upon him she reached up with her hand from her cock, gripping one of his hands at her shoulders and forced it down. While he writhed against her grasp she forced him to take the shaft of her cock into the gentle embrace of his hand. She wrapped her hand around his, gripping her cock and started to work her hips forward and back, fucking his hand as she tongue fucked his mouth.

Jamie's mind was swimming, his sister had a cock? How had she hidden that all their lives? And why she was kissing him? Was this a nightmare?.. Or a dream?.. He didn't know, he couldn't think, and she didn't care.

She had had everything laid out in her mind, some kissing, some teasing, maybe even be as generous as to suck his cock and let him play with her breasts, slowly lower him into depravity before persuading him to touch her cock, urging him to kiss it, maybe getting her dick wet within a week..

She broke the kiss, panting hard. "Lay on your fucking stomache you little bitch.." she growled, not even giving him the chance to comply before she roughly shoved him, one hand pushing the duvets onto the floor as she rolled on top of him, sitting up to straddle him, forcefully tugging down his boxers, his only protection between her cock and his ass.

"C-caitlyn! Wha-"

"Shut up you slut!" she hissed, clasping a hand over his mouth. She watched as he writhed under her, with his slim chest, thin waist and plush ass.

With her bulk pinning him by her thighs she watched as his delicate hands tried to pry at the fingers on her mouth, her dark eyes filled with lust as she spat in her free hand, massaging her own spit into the shaft of her cock, taking a few moments to watch the drunk boy wear himself out as she slathered her cock in spit.

His flailing quietened as his muscles grew tired of flailing and she suckled eagerly on one of her own fingers, lavishing the digit with her own tongue before reaching down, feeding the finger between the plush pillowy ass cheeks of her younger fucktoy, biting her lip as she felt the tight ring of his hole against her finger.

She tightened her grip on his mouth and pressed her finger forward, penetrating and violating him, slowly sinking her finger into the yielding ring of his ass, lubed by her spit as she felt the incredible heat and tightness of his virgin hole squeeze down on her finger. It was like the little slut wanted it.

"Yeah you like that don't you.." she sneered as she felt his fight redouble, he was whimpering and squirming, helpless against her as she started to slowly work her finger in and out of his boyass. She had completely lost control now. All semblance of a plan gone. She just needed a tight slut to sink her cock into and this little girly boy would do just fine, brother or no.

"I'm going to fuck you so good baby.." she purred as she finger fucked her new toy, the boy arching his back under her, to her eyes it looked like he was begging for it, though her perspective was incredibly skewed by her lust.

She drew her finger out, causing the boy to relax back into the bed, she could feel his hot breathe against the side of her hand as he breathed and whimpered hard through his nose. He was so fucking cute.

She spat on her cock and watched as her saliva traced down the lines and veins of her throbbing shaft to leave a trail down her sack where finally it dripped onto the bed sheets. Biting her lip she pushed her cock down, sliding her shaft between his heavenly, pillowy and oh so fuckable ass cheeks to kiss the tip of her slick cockhead to his virgin ass.

"Mm oh my god baby, give me half an hour with this cute little hole and you'll have a beautiful ass perfect for my cock.." she moaned as she started to lean forward, pushing more and more pressure on the tightness of his slick ring, he let out a loud defeated cry as with some effort the thick tip of her cock pressed into the tight ring of his ass. She moaned feeling the tip nestled inside him, where it belonged.

With her cock now stuck inside him she moved her hand from her own cock and lay her body down on his, feeling the smooth warm skin against her toned body, letting him feel her lush breasts rest on his back as she gently nibbled at his ear, playfully, smelling the scent of his shampoo.

She used her strength to start urging her hips forward. His asshole stretching wide to accommodate her as she fed inch after inch of her shaft into his girlish butt, he groaned and whimpered, letting out soft moans as she dominated him, lost in the sensation of his tight hole hugging her cock.

She whispered now, not even thinking about what she was saying, just venting months of dark fantasies as she finally began to sate her lust, "Oooh fuck.. You're going to be my little fuck toy.. The perfect boyfriend.. I'm going to dress up up like a little slut.. Fuck your ass till you beg for more.. Mm.." she groaned as half her cock now rested inside him.

Tears rolled down his cheeks at the intense pain and fullness that now dominated his senses. He'd never felt like this, felt so violated, felt so intensely intimate. He was so conflicted, this was his sister! His beautiful sister, who he admired and loved, whom he'd wanted to do so much more with, now fucking his ass, saying these lewd things, dominating him, making him feel helpless.

She grunted as she pressed more and more of her cock into him, not letting up, not letting him relax, unsympathetic of his pain and caring only for the amazing sensations now embracing her cock.

Finally, somehow, she hilted inside of him, going limp on top of him as she simply relished the sensations. The ring of his ass kissing the base of her shaft, her full heavy balls resting against his much smaller ones, demonstrating her superiority and just how natural it was for him to get fucked.

She ground her hips into him as he panted and whimpered, loving the sensation of his doughy cheeks pressed against her body. 

She moved her hand from his mouth down to his neck, squeezing slightly, her other hand moving to roughly grip at his flat chest, catching his nipple between her fingers and pulling.He let out a loud gasp as his mouth was freed and started to speak, but as he did she squeezed his neck, choking him and stopping his words short. He panted as she relaxed, again trying to speak but again she cut him short with a squeeze. He got the message. No talking.

He panted hard, tongue lolling as he regained his breath and let out a low relieving moan as she slowly drew the length of her cock from him till only the tip remained, the void it left in him was, to his horror, uncomfortable.

She didn't let him experience it for long, the void in his ass was drawing her back in, practically sucking on her cock as she fed it back into him, eliciting a humiliating moan from him.

She grinned, "Yeaaah you fucking love it don't you, you little bitch.. You've been waiting your entire fucking life to worship my cock.." she teased as she started to fuck him for true, feeling his tight little hole milking her needy shaft as she pressed in and out him, using him for all he was worth.

Their bodies met again and again, her hips slapping into his plush cheeks as she drove into his tightness again and again, panting lustfully into his ear as the slick noises of his ass and the collision of their bodies echoed through his room, mixed with his girlish whimpers and moans.

When he got too loud she squeezed his throat, when he squirmed too much she squeezed his throat, when she felt he wasn't squeezing her cock hard enough with his boy ass, she squeezed his throat. She was leaving a bruise she knew, but as she fucked him she couldn't care less.

His hands clawed at the bedsheets as she pounded him, his whole body shaking with the force of her thrusts. Her attitude, he could feel was changing, she was squeezing harder, she was talking less, her thrusts were shorter but harder, only pulling a few inches out before slamming back in.

Her hand tightened around his throat and she bit his ear hard, leaving him gasping, bright blue eyes wide as he squirmed helplessly. "Take my cum you fucking barebacked bitch.." she hissed, grunting as she hilted herself inside him.

He felt the cock throb, felt it pulse and felt a sudden, foreign feeling, a liquid heat surging deep inside his tight little body, he couldn't breathe, even her voice was becoming more distant as he felt her empty herself deep inside him, claiming him. Owning him.

His ass was so perfect, the pleasure coursing through her every nerve as his ass squeezed and milked her cock, like the perfect little cock sleeve.

As his eyes started to roll back she released his neck and let him lay there, hard cock hilted in his bred body, muscled sister laying atop of him as she drained every drop of her thick milky seed into him.

She relaxed on top of him as they both panted to recover, letting her cock slowly deflate still lodged inside of him. Between the hard fucking, the choking and the alcohol she knew he was going to spend the morning learning about hangovers.

She kissed his neck softly, tenderly, feeling a little guilty, but not enough to change the path she had set herself on, she watched him, exhausted, spent and falling asleep under her. "I do not envy the headache you will have when you awake.. In the meantime, dream of my fucking cock, slut.." And she closed her eyes. 

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 Jamie awoke in pain. A lancing, throbbing pain that seemed to echo through every inch of his mind body and soul. A loud piercing beeping which seared into his mind like a hot poker spearing his mind and resonating throughout his whole body. He forced his eyes to open a fraction and the dull rays of scarce light stretching through his room caused the pain to double as they burned into him.

He let out a low, despairing groan and reached his hand out for his smartphone, besides his bed, where he had left it the night before. His hand was uncoordinated, slapping around to find it and after fumbling with it for a few seconds, he pressed the button on the side and cut short his morning alarm before flopping back onto his face and letting out another, more mournful groan as he pulled his head under his pillow, trying to arrange his thoughts now. The beast of noise and light had been slain. His head hurt. Why? Had he been drinking? His console was out, why? Yes... He had gotten drunk and played a video game... With... With Caitlyn? That made sense. But his ass, why did his ass hurt?... Why would?...

He sat up sharply and looked around him, ignoring the explosion of blossoming, sudden pain in his head as he inspected his immediate surroundings. He was alone. No Caitlyn. He felt himself relax again at that realisation, as he looked around his room through squinted, blinking eyes.

Sitting beside him on his bedside table was a tall glass of water and a few tablets. There was no note but he recognised the tablets as being aspirin. He took the tablets with a mouthful of water, pausing to breathe a little heavy, a wave of nausea sweeping through him at the pain and effort the moving had exerted on him and took a few more mouthfuls of the water before laying back onto his bed, slow and careful, staring at the ceiling as he tried to piece together fragments of the previous night.

His ass was burning, a pain he'd never felt before, a pain he didn't understand. His mind was screaming at him, trying to warn him what it was, but he refused to believe the truth his mind was showing him. That couldn't have happened. Could it?...

He winced a little and felt uncomfortable in his thoughts, absently he reached a hand down. His boxers weren't there, they were down around his knees. He had his duvet, but he cast that aside, leaning up and looking down at himself. His cock was soft but coated in dry cum, he frowned as he looked at himself, boxers half off, covered in his own sticky seed. There was a distinctive stain beside him too. Like he had jerked off and came into the bed. Was that it? Had it all been a wet dream of his? That didn't account for the pain he felt but it was less of a bitter pill to swallow.

He hesitated a little and thought about checking his ass, but no. He wouldn't, he was afraid of what he might find. He lay back down on his side, to relieve the pain from his ass and closed his eyes. What if he had... What should he... Why would... Sleep took him from his unanswered questions and he dozed back off into a troubled sleep.

When he next awoke his head wasn't exactly clear, but it was better for the water, aspirin and sleep. He would be tender, but not incapacitated. He sat up and groaned a little, feeling a tenderness in his ass and weirdly at his throat. Still, it didn't bother him. It hadn't been real.

He sighed and swung his legs out of bed and stood on wobbly feet, pulling his boxers back up into place and running a hand through his sandy blonde hair as he gathered up the half full glass of water and drained it, rolling the glass around hesitantly in his hand as he looked towards his bedroom door.

Today was his birthday, he was eighteen today. That should've made him feel like a man but he just couldn't muster that feeling. He felt more a child in need of reassurance than he had in years.

He set the glass down on his side table with a slight clunk and picked up his phone again, standing beside his bed as he unlocked it, checking the time.

One in the afternoon? He'd slept half the day away! He sighed some. "Some birthday..." he muttered to himself and set his phone down, locking it and making for the bathroom.

After brushing his teeth and using the facilities he flipped the shower on and got a towel together, stripping out of his boxers and stepping into the heat of the shower, closing his eyes and letting the hot water stream across his body, washing away his tiredness and the majority of his aches.

He glanced to the side as the water washed over him, cleansing him and noticed a compact makeup mirror beside the sink, just inside of his arms reach.

He couldn't, what would he see? He swallowed. His hand reaching out, water trickling down his fair unblemished skin as he picked up the mirror, pulling it into the shower and looking at it.

He held in his hand pandora's mirror. If he opened it up he would unleash its contents into his mind. Or maybe it was Schrodinger's mirror. Until he looked into it, he lived in a state in which last night's events had both happened and not happened.

He opened the mirror and brought it up to look at himself. Seeing his soft blue eyes, his familiar and all too feminine face. And to his absolute horror, bruises on his neck in the shape of a hand. It was real. It had all been real. He turned around, all but throwing the compact mirror back down by the sink, in denial about what he had seen.

He froze, the mirror skittering around the bowl of the sink before it came to settle. In the bathroom doorway stood his sister. He hadn't even seen or heard her open the door. But she watched him now, smirking, her expression dark. Caitlyn was athletic by nature, not bulging with muscle but toned and strong, built for a purpose. He knew this, knew it with far too much detail in fact. Before him in all her glory, the purpose she was built for was becoming more and more obvious, transforming him into her plaything.

His eyes trailed down her body, from her beautiful face, across her buxom chest and flat toned abs to her cock. Terrifying in its familiarity to him, it stood proudly out in front of her, erect and pressed forward slightly as if it was leading her to him, a dousing cock.

"Admiring my handy work?" She asked softly, closing the bathroom door behind her and smirking as she locked the door, something he had omitted doing.

"Caitlyn... " he said her name in a tiny, terrified voice. He didn't know what to say. He was overwhelmed with the sudden, undeniable truths of the night before.

She could see the terror and anxiety plain as day on his face and in his voice, her eyes drinking in the sight of his nude, glistening form. He was so beautiful, so svelte. He would fit her needs so nicely.

"You're going to bend over for me right? Offer yourself to me like the good little girl you are?" She teased as she sauntered casually towards him. Watching eagerly as he backed himself into the corner of the shower.

She smirked and stepped inside with him, feeling the water wash over her. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure and looked at her little brother, huddled in the corner. "Don't worry sweetcheeks. I'm not going to fuck you." She said as she tilted her head back, running her fingers through her long dark hair as the hot water saturated her locks.

"You... You aren't?" came Jamie's quiet voice, sceptical, nervous.

"No..." She paused, opening an eye to look at him with a smirk. "I mean, unless you want me to of course?"

He shook his head meekly and stood again, swallowing anxiously as he started to move to climb out of the shower, his fear obvious.

She reached out a hand and wrapped it around his wrist, vice-like, stopping him in his tracks, leaving him frozen, like a deer in the headlights.

"Wash my back?" she said softly, eying him with a smirk.

He relaxed and just nodded faintly, reluctant but not wanting to prompt a worse fate. Subtly, he rubbed at his reddened wrist as she released her grip on it. She leant forward against the shower wall with one hand, the other gliding down her toned feminine frame to wrap skilled, experienced fingers around her water soaked shaft, slowly starting to work it, relaxing and waiting.

Jamie glanced back towards the door as he stood behind her. Could he be out of the bath and to the door before she had time to react? But what then? Would he run down the street naked? No, she would grab him, throw him on a flat surface and have her way with him, again. The thought alone made a shiver run cold down his spine.

Swallowing, he applied the soap to his hands, warming it before moving to start rubbing his hands against the smoothness of her back. He moved his hands in slow long movements up and down her spine and Caitlyn found herself matching the stroke of her cock to the gentle caresses of his hands on her skin. Each touch was an electric jolt of pleasure up her body as she idly played with herself.

"Wheres... Wheres mom?..." he asked, afraid to raise his voice and spoil her reverie, but he assumed she would've been in today. But if Caitlyn was acting like this, she had to be out.

"Mm at work..." She confirmed, "They're being audited this week and they called her in... She was sorry to miss you but said she would see you this evening." she glanced over at him and grinned, "so you're all mine until then." she said, a excited note ringing in her eager voice.

He bit his lip anxiously, all day at her mercy? That wouldn't bode well for him and he knew it. He kept quiet for a while, lathering her back to the point where it was more a massage, albeit an amateur one, just trying to stall for time, though for what he didn't know.

"Mm... Don't say I never do anything for you, babe... But I got you a birthday present..." she said, her voice droning with an undercurrent of pleasure.

He paused, causing her to arch her back wistfully, desperate for him to continue touching her with his soft feminine hands.

He continued his actions, but his voice was lined with a sceptical paranoia, "...Like what..."

"Mm... You'll see... But it'll take up your entire day... What's left of it... " She said, glancing over her shoulder at him, with a smirk, enjoying the mix of expressions on his face. She knew a part of him was enjoying her body. Her skin under his hands, her ass in his sightline as he looked down. His confusion was simply adorable.

"But... But I'm meeting with my friends later... We're going to the cinema?" he protested meekly, he had hoped that trip would offer him some respite from this waking nightmare, and maybe even some time on his big eighteenth, where he could make some nice memories.

"You'll enjoy this more. I know it." She said voice assured. "Besides, I already messaged your friends and told them you were sick. They were very sympathetic! You can go with them next week." she mused in a sing-song voice.

Jamie felt his heart sink. There would be no reprieve for him today it seemed.

She let out a soft purr, "Good job on my back. Now kneel down..." she urged, biting her lip as she stood in the heat of the shower, stroking herself and feeling her pets hands running across her back.

He hesitated, but only for a moment before sinking to his knees. His situation was dire, yes, but it would be worse if he tried to fight or flee. He could only submit until an opportunity to gain freedom was presented to him.

With no such avenue of escape here and now, he found himself on his knees, face to face with his sisters round firm butt. Hands trailing up her strong thighs to rest on the enticing piece of his sister. He blushed brightly as he started to rub the soap into her sister's ass, eliciting a moan from her. "Good girl..."

From this angle he could better see the movements of her arms, knew that she was jerking off the cock that had fucked him just last night, but chose to ignore it. If he could pretend that thing didn't exist, he might just be able to enjoy himself for a moment.

For all of his trepidations, the thought that this was his sister he was kneeling behind, whose ass he had fantasised about more than once under his covers, had his dick swelling.

He ran his fingers up and down the firm cheeks of her ass, pressing in and enjoying the warmth of her flesh as it slipped under his soft soapy fingers, eliciting moans from her. He massaged her cheeks, exploring them with a warm blush as his own cock stiffened between his thighs, unable to deny the lust he felt, no matter how wrong this was, or how cruel she was.

His hands roamed across and around her ass, even moving to slip down her thighs, testing the firmness as he did so, biting his lip.

"Kiss it..." Caitlyn said softly, her voice low and breathy as the slick sounds of her hand around her cock grew harder and harder to ignore.

He swallowed, but leant forward, pressing his plush soft lips to her firm ass, leaving soft little angel kisses around the swell of her enticing cheeks.

She giggled and arched her back a little. "Nooo not there sweety..." reached back with both her hands, releasing her throbbing cock and let her fingers grip her cheeks, parting them, revealing her rosebud to him as she looked over her shoulder, down at him. "Here."

He looked up at her, eyes wide, admiring her beauty but recognising a spark in her eyes. He remembered last night how she had gone from kind and loving to... He didn't want to think about it. Or trigger whatever had done that to her.

"O-okay." He stammered and nodded weakly. She smirked and winked at him before turning back to the wall, pressing her spread cheeks towards him, enticingly.

He bit his lip and gathered a drizzle of soap, running his fingertips down the crack of her firm athletic ass, causing her to gasp at the coolness.

"A-ah! Hey~" she chastised playfully, but not too hard, enjoying his fingers rubbing up and down across one of her most sensitive spots, and certainly her most private.

He thoroughly washed her before letting the water, racing down her back and travelling through the crack of her ass, rinse away the suds. He stared at her, hesitating, his own cock throbbing between his thighs, pointing straight up towards her.

"You're making me impati...Oh!" she was interrupted by the feeling of his smooth face nestling between her soft cheeks and those oh so lovely lips meeting her little hole in a kiss.

Her eyes rolled back at the forbidden and oh so infrequently indulged pleasure as she felt his tongue begin to trace circles around her hole. She released her grip on her cheeks, letting them press in on them for a moment before she felt his hands once more on her cheeks, spreading them for himself.

She placed one hand back on the wall for support as the other got back to work on her thick shaft, chewing on her lip as she moaned and squirmed against him.

"Oh... Fuck you're such a good boy..." she complimented, causing him to blush as his tongue worked in a slow circle around her rosebud.

He lavished her with his tongue, running it over and around her hole, occasionally trying to press it inside but she was too tight, or he wasn't keen enough, whichever it was she didn't seem to notice or mind, enjoying what he was giving her.

He knelt there until his knees started to get sore, he had been so lost in his toying he hadn't heard her heightened moans nor her quickened breath.

She pushed him back and to his surprise, he let out a little regretful noise. She turned, facing him, and as he looked forward his little patch of heaven fell away to reveal the less desirable truth.

Jamie found himself at eye level with her cock, seeing it clearly and close up for the first time in his life. It was terrifying. Long and thick with a dark mushroom tip, flawless in its design, intricately woven with veins, accompanied by two huge smooth balls. He looked up at her, eyes wide, the fear rising again within him.

She cooed softly. "Look at you... All hard for me and ready to finish me off..." she bit her lip as she reached down and tangled her fingers in his wet hair, pulling him closer so her cock brushed against his cheek, leaving a smear of precum as she moaned a little.

"Put it in your mouth baby boy... And if you so much as think of even touching it with your teeth, I'm going to kick your balls until they burst and punch your teeth out..." she growled. Jamie genuinely wasn't sure if she would do that to him. Before last night he'd have never believed it, but kicking the shit out of him almost seemed a step down from what she had done the night before.

He looked up at her, at his sister, they'd known each other all their lives, lived together, played together, loved each other as a family. Looking down at him, she had to see that didn't she? Had to see her little brother in need of love and affection? If he could just appeal to her, just get her to see him like that again, maybe he could save himself, get a reprieve, "Caitlyn, we-Mmph!"

The second he opened his mouth she nudged her cock forward, tilting her head back and letting out a victorious little sigh of pleasure as she fed the tip of her cock into his open mouth, "Oooh you slut that feels so good... Good boy..."

Jamie raised his hands, pressing them against her thighs, which she countered by placing another of her hands on his head, gripping him as her powerful glans filled his mouth. It was massive, hot and firm yet spongy against his tongue. He tried to push against it with his tongue, tried to twist free of her strong grasp!

"A-ah fuck... Yes... Yes, use your tongue... Oh fuck that feels good..." She was holding him in place almost effortlessly as he struggled, she let out a low moan and fed a few inches into his mouth, causing him to whimper in distress. As she pulled back a drop of pre wiped on his fleshy tongue, forcing him to taste the entree of what was to follow.

She settled into a slow rhythm of fucking his mouth, looking down at him over the swell of her breasts to see his girlish lips glide up and down her girl cock, his expression one of fear, panic and revulsion. "Aww poor baby... You don't like my cock? You'll learn to love it like the cock sock you are..."

He looked up at her and his fear doubled, the tone of her voice was getting darker, more vulgar. This. This he remembered, all too well. He slapped at her thighs, trying to pull free but that only spurred her on, her fingers pulling painfully tight on his hair as she dragged him forward and backwards, jerking her hips as she moved.

"Ooh my fucking god yes... You know, I was just going to jack off onto your cute face... But I think I've got a much better idea..." she grinned darkly and angled herself differently so her cock was pointed down, hands gripping his head as she started to work her hips down, sinking her cock into his mouth.

He squeezed her thighs, patting them helplessly as he squeezed his eyes shut, whimpering and squirming under her, as he felt the crown of her cock slip deeper and deeper, pressing under his tongue.

He let out a soft, gagging, wet sound as the tip of her cock poked against his throat for the first time and he realised what she was planning, he coughed and gagged on her, pushing uselessly against her, finding himself once more completely at her mercy.

He looked so fragile, so beautiful, like a supermodel, choking on her cock. So light. She could hardly wait for tonight, after his birthday present. But he could do better.

"Come on you fucking slut you call that deepthroating me? Just stop gagging and fucking take it!" she snarled, uncaring for his pain and discomfort now, only caring about sheathing her sword. She used her strength to overrule biologies simple 'that doesn't belong in there' manifesto, pulling on his head as she lowered her hips down. "Stop squirming! Fuck!"He didn't, he couldn't help himself, he moved his hand to her cock, gripping it at the base and squeezing it, trying to pry it free from his mouth or at least deny more of it from entering as it pushed against his throat, but the action only caused her to moan, "Yeah I knew you fucking wanted it! Wanted my cock!"

She bit her lip and drove herself down. Jamie's eyes snapped open in shock and pain as the thick tip of his beloved sister's cock forcefully penetrated his throat, filling it and dominating him fully.

Past the tightest point the force and pressure she was exerting on the boy gave in an instant, the mushroom tip of her thick edging cock plunging down his throat to fill him, his plush angelic lips wrapped tight around the base as he pressed desperately against her, his face turning red at the sharp foreign pain of having a huge thick cock rammed down his virgin throat.

"Oh yesss... I knew you would be the perfect deepthroating bitch... You're going to fucking learn to wake me up every morning with my morning wood balls deep in your fucking tight ass throat..." she growled as she gripped him, holding him deep as she ground her balls into his chin, watching him squirm.

"Won't take long slut... Just suck it up and take it like a bitch..." she grinned as she drew her cock out until only the spongy, saliva coated tip rested on her tongue, giving him the luxury of half a moment's reprieve for him to draw in a breath before she forced herself back in again.

He held onto her thighs, tired of trying to push away and just trying to survive, his mouth was forced open uncomfortably far, stretching his lips around her shaft as the tip pressed over his tongue, delved deep into his tight throat before venturing back up again in a brutal rhythm. He could feel the heat of it, every ridge and line as it penetrated him, never given enough time to truly draw in a breath and recover. Not that she cared in the least at this stage.

She panted hard as she looked down at him taking his cock. From her point of view, ears muted to his chokes gags and whimpers, blind to his colour and inability to draw in a breath, all she saw was a natural born cocksucker, skillfully throating her cock like he was in love with it. "Yeah, I knew you would love this... So fucking much..."

She tilted her head to one side and was satisfied to see his slender pale neck visibly bulging with her cock with every single thrust, she could almost even make out the distinction of the ridge of her tip in the outline of his tight, cock swallowing throat.

The bathroom was awash with wet noises, the soft pattering of the hot water striking her muscled back, the deeper slicker and more viscous noises of her darling plaything throating her cock, the ragged desperate gasps for air. It spurred her on but she managed to control her tempo, doing everything she could to stave off her climax. She could only rob him of his oral virginity once, she wanted it to be memorable.

Jamie, however, couldn't take it anymore, the pain in his throat was mounting, the burning in his lungs intensifying, he wasn't getting enough air, already the room was spinning and he knew, soon he would black out. And gods only knew what she would do to him if he did that. He had to put a stop to this, end this ordeal. But he couldn't force her off, even at his best, she was just too strong. He could, however, make it end quicker.

One hand slid up her thigh and between her legs without her noticing, her head tilted back as she lavished in the pleasure, he waited, waited until her tempo quickened, her deep brutal thrusts short and desperate, her cock hardening to steel as it prepared to cum, a point where the last few times she had slowed down to delay the inevitable, and he moved, moved to cradled her balls in her hand, lifting and gently squeezing them, trying to urge her to cum.

Caitlyn gasped in surprise as she felt his hand on her, in her mind, in her fantasy, he was already a willing talented little cock slut, but the hand coaxing out her load was no fantasy, she looked down in surprise and saw him looking up at her, with those big blue blowjob eyes. Wide and beautiful, so innocent and tempting.

She was so lost in that delicious gaze that she hadn't sensed her climax approaching until it was too late, she passed through the threshold of no return and felt her balls surge with cum, she gasped and hilted herself inside of him, every thick throbbing inch of her girl cock pressed down his throat, pulsing as his hand massaged her sack, drawing out her thick seed.

Her cock pulsed in his throat and he did his best to maintain the eye contact, so oxygen starved he didn't even realise that with his objective achieved he could stop his extracurricular activities of working her balls. Each pulse of her cock stretched his throat painfully and he felt an odd blossoming heat in the pit of his body. She was depositing her load straight into his stomach, where, in her mind, it belonged.

She looked at her sweet obedient little bitch, her mouth open and her tongue lolling as she panted, cumming down his throat, staring down into his gorgeous eyes, feeling his hand eagerly helping her along. This could only get better, she knew, each time she played with him he would be a little less resistant, a little less prone to rebellion. He would fight and he would lose.

Jamie felt the room spinning, a dizziness sweeping through him as his lungs burned, too long, his face started to turn blue and his eyes started to roll back, his vision twisting, fading as the steely length down his throat denied him any reprieve, just pulsing, pulsing, pulsing...

She drew her cock from his throat, one hand matted in his hair the other around her length stroking it, aiming to land the last few strands on him, painting his pretty little face white with her 'affection' as his head lolled forward limply and his eyes snapped open, drawing in a loud intake of breath as he raised his head, his smooth chest rising and falling rapidly as he pulled in lungful after lungful of sweet, sweet air. He felt the hot streaks against his face and neck, not many, as she had fed most of her load to him.

His eyes focused and he looked up at her, her cock flagging as it drooled a little line of cum down to lay across his chest, his own cock painfully erect, he noted. She was smirking, a smug self-satisfied look as she gave her shaft a few final jerks, savouring the moment, another moment of his defeat and her victory.

She stepped past him casually and from the shower, feeling the enticingly warm and soft mat on the bathroom meet the soles of her feet and toes. She let out a happy sigh, not turning to face him as she collected a towel and wrapped it around herself, sated once more.

"Mm... I needed that... Thanks babe." she glanced over her shoulder at him, kneeling in the water, panting as he tried to recover, a couple strands of her cum across his feminine features.

"Clean yourself up cutie... Your present will be here in half an hour." She winked, voice playful and teasing as she sauntered from the bathroom, hips swaying, shutting the door and leaving him alone.

He paused for some time, just kneeling in the stream of the shower as the water washed off her strands of cum, but did little to wipe away the pain in his throat or the shame for what he had done, let alone the shame for the erection that still stood proudly between his thighs. What was happening to him? Was he enjoying this?

A sharp knock rang out on the bathroom door. "Hey! Hurry up! She'll be here any minute!!"

She? She? What the hell was his birthday present, what was she planning? As afraid as he was as to what it might be, he was more afraid as to what she would do to him if he hid in here. So with pain and reluctance, he stood and switched the shower off, bracing himself mentally for whatever she had coming next.