Editor's note: this work contains scenes of fictional incest or incest content.
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Jason showered, recorded and uploaded Janice's new hypnotic programming, and answered a few—rather exciting—emails.
So he didn't have to wait long before Evelin was knocking.
Glancing at the bedroom door, before answering, Jason wasn't sure what to expect.
A few hours ago, he had met Evie, his eighteen-year-old younger sister, at his—more like
their
—new apartment/office.
The plan had been a night of hot, kinky, and passionate sex.
But that's not what happened.
Evie had upset Jason. She'd only been playing. Her goal was to rile him up, goad him, and bring out his dominant, aggressive side.
It's what she liked. She enjoyed hard sex. She enjoyed being dominated and even humiliated.
And after several days with no sexual release (a condition imposed by her brother), she was looking forward to Jason giving her a thorough working over.
So, when she'd mocked him, she hadn't meant it. Her harsh words were a means to an end—a hot and sweaty end.
The problem was that Jason has issues. Of course he does.
For ten years, he was the male version of Cinderella, locked in his house catering to the whims of his mother and sisters.
So, while maybe Evie's comments would not have affected someone else quite so acutely, they had enraged Jason.
However, Jason managed to keep his head and did his best to put Evelin back in her place.
He'd frightened and pissed all over her, then forced her to take the ninety-minute bus ride home wearing her torn clothes and reeking of dried urine.
Jason knew his sister, though, so he suspected her "punishment" might not have been as unwanted as one may expect.
In fact, there was a good chance that she enjoyed the whole experience.
Hopefully, though, he still managed to get his point across.
He was about to find out.
"Come in," he called out to Evelin.
The door opened, and in walked his little sister, the vision of teenage beauty and sex appeal.
She moved slowly, her head hung low, her eyes on the floor.
Based on her body language, Evie knew she'd done wrong and felt genuinely bad about it.
She wore something Jason had not seen before. A simple, white nighty with lace accents.
It was a great choice and demonstrated that Evie knew Jason was upset with her.
The style was sexy but demure. Rather than the "Hey! Look at me!" outfit that Janice wore for her son earlier that evening, this piece held a "Please, sir, I hope my body pleases you" vibe.
And the color, white, somehow implied purity and modesty.
Even so, the lace upper did little to hide Evie's cute, perky teenage tits. Her puffy nipples—prominent on her diminutive bust—were clearly visible through the fabric.
The lower part of the garment was sheer fabric rather than lace, which served to better obscure Evie's nethers. Still, Jason could just make out the dark patch of thick—but neatly trimmed—pubic hair.
Evie's carefully coifed mound contrasted strongly against their mother's wild bush. It reflected her youth as well as the influence of modern porn on her personal aesthetic.
One area where the two women overlapped in appearance was in their backside.
While Evie's eighteen-year-old frame was much more compact than their mother's middle-aged mom-bod, they both shared the narrow waist, wide hips, and round bum that Jason loved so much.
As he'd requested, Evie had taken the time to do her hair.
Her long, dark locks—usually straight and often in a ponytail—hung in large doll-like curls, further implying youth and innocence.
"Look at me," Jason said, causing Evelin to raise her head.
Finally getting a chance to see her face, Jason was able to appreciate her makeup.
Growing up with YouTube "HowTo's" and the pressures of Instagram, Evie was a makeup artist. She knew exactly how to highlight her most striking features while improving on those that needed it.
She had skills, and it showed. Evelin looked gorgeous.
And, much like her choice of outfit, her makeup was both beautiful and subtle. It greatly heightened her already stratospheric sexual appeal while not looking sluttish.
"You look lovely," Jason said.
Evie visibly relaxed, sighed, and beamed a smile at her big brother.
'Good,'
thought Jason,
'she was worried. I want her to be worried.'
"Is that one of the cheap outfits you wear for your online fans?" Jason asked with a subtle accusatory tone.
He knew it wasn't. In fact, even he—an untrained male—could tell that it was of higher quality.
No, he had said that only to beat Evie down a little. She really did look great, but he didn't want her to get a big head.
"No," she replied, hurt evident in her voice. "This is just for us, for you."
"Oh?" was Jason's only reply.
"Yeah. When I saw it, I really liked it. It felt like something a bride might wear for her husband. I don't know; I just wanted you to see me in it."
Feeling a little bad about his comment, Jason reiterated his previous statement. "Well, you really do look lovely. Thank you for making the effort."
Jason stood and moved to the bed, sitting on the edge.
"Come here," he said to his sister, patting his knee.
Evelin walked over and climbed into his lap.
She was much smaller than her brother, but she had an ample posterior. So, while she managed to fit on Jason's lap, she did so just barely.
"Let's talk about tonight," Jason said to his sister, leaving the floor open to her.
Evie sighed before beginning, "Jason, I'm sorry."
Part of him wanted to say, "for what," just like a parent teaching their child how to properly apologize. But, his sister wasn't a child, and he didn't want to treat her like one, so he waited.
"I want to be clear," she continued without prompting. "What I said about holding all the cards and being able to ruin you, I only said that to get you worked up.
"I like when you get all fired up and rough with me.
"But, that doesn't matter. They were hurtful things to say. I shouldn't have done it. And, I'm sorry."
"I appreciate that, Evie," Jason said. "The truth is I knew you were just messing with me, but even so, I got so angry."
"I understand," she replied. "I thought about it over the past few hours..."
"After you finished masturbating?" Jason teased a smile in his voice.
Evie smiled back, "After I finished masturbating...twice."
The siblings shared a tension-releasing chuckle before Evelin continued.
"Sometimes, I forget just how much you've been through. Like, I know it in my head, but without having experienced it myself... Well, it's hard to truly empathize.
"I promise I'll do better," she finished with a nod.
Jason gave her a warm smile. "Thank you. And, to be fair, I need to work on my temper. I'm not sure how to go about doing that, though. I need to think about it."
"You can see my therapist," Evie interjected. "She's great!"
"Yeah," Jason said with a bit of trepidation in his voice. "I'm not sure I'm ready for therapy just yet."
