Lisa had lost her red scarf, and the possibilities that went hand in hand with losing your red scarf excited her. Allow me to explain. Lisa lives in a faraway land, with a culture and laws far different than the United States or England or Japan. Lisa had been raised to understand that men are superior to women. This message was reinforced in the school she was taught in, the church she worshipped at, and at home in her harem. She lived in her older brother's harem. Scott was her master. He had inherited this harem after their father died. Of course, Scott had never laid so much as a finger on his sister. She was a red scarf. You see, my reader, red scarves mark a female as a child and off limits to any form of abuse. These abuses and mistreatments were perfectly acceptable after a girl's eighteenth birthday. When a girl turns eighteen, her red scarf is taken away.
This far away land has some of the most advanced medical practices in the world. As a result, women are born ten to one over men. Once they are no longer red scarves, women take 'vitamins,' which help them remain submissive, help them retain their beauty longer, and help them ovulate. Women don't know this, of course. They just know that God blesses them with many daughters, because God wants there to be many wives in each harem.
Look, I know it's blasphemy. That's just what they believe.
Lisa was excited to lose her red scarf, because it meant that at long last, she could get married. The only circumstances in which a woman can move from one harem to another is marriage. When a man takes your virginity, you become his wife. When you become pregnant with a man's child, you then become his wife. Lisa couldn't put the thought out of her head. Scott, her brother, only had one wife. Tiffany, her older sister, got married the day she lost her red scarf. Scott was a good husband to her. He didn't spank her when other men groped her, even though it's wrong to let other men touch you after you're married. He also promised to help her start a family, and let her go worship at the church as much as she liked. Lisa sighed. She would love to have a husband like Scott. Then there was Jack. Jack was younger than Scott, and very handsome. Lisa knew he spanked the women in his harem quite often, but if Lisa behaved there was no reason she couldn't be married to a handsome man like him. She looked in the mirror. She was stunning. Long brown hair, and the lithe slender body that the 'vitamins' almost guaranteed. Her eyes were crystal blue. She thought of Jack. His large imposing frame. She pictured him after she'd broken a rule. His large hands pulling down her panties and savagely spanking her tight eighteen-year-old ass. The thought made her sigh. She became lost in the fantasy until she heard her older sister's voice.
"Lisa! Stop messing around up there and get dressed! Breakfast is ready!"
Lisa snapped out of it and drew on her birthday outfit Tiffany had helped her pick out. It was a pair of tight dress pants that accentuated her taut firm butt, a pair of ballet flats, and a blue button-down blouse. She buttoned it all the way up to her neck. After all, she was going to ride the train into town to get groceries, and the last thing she wanted was for a man to marry her on the train. She wanted Scott or Jack to be her husband, so she wasn't going to take any chances. She went down stairs and walked into the dining room. She gasped. Scott was naked! For the first time in her life, she was seeing his enormous, erect cock. Scott spoke.
"There's my birthday girl!" He patted his lap. "I thought, since it's your big day, that you could sit on my lap and I would feed you your breakfast."
Poor Lisa chewed her lip. She knew that cum came from penises, and made a mess everywhere. She had never seen one and kind of wanted to touch it. But she also didn't want to ride the train with cum all over her. That would be so embarrassing! She walked over and set herself down on the tips of his knees, thinking it was safe. Her dear brother wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her small body fully onto his lap, his cock now resting between her butt cheeks. He gave her a kiss, but not the kiss on the cheek she received every morning as a red scarf. He put his lips to hers and held her head in place while he forced his tongue into the warm recesses of her mouth. He let his tongue roll and dance against hers. She couldn't help it. Even as shy and demure at Lisa was, she couldn't help moaning into his mouth. She was happy she was wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard as rocks. He finally broke the kiss and began feeding her bites of scrambled eggs and bacon. She was sure it was her imagination, but it seemed like Scott was rubbing his erect member against her ass. She blushed and avoided eye contact from the embarrassing situation she found herself in.
"How does it feel to be without your red scarf?"
He put the fork down, having fed her most of the plate of food.
"I'm excited to go-"
His hands found her small, pert breasts. She gave a gasp.
"-out into the world. It um...it feels good to be all grown and knowing I'll get married soon."
He released her breasts after a quick grope. She couldn't help but sigh contentedly.
"Well, have fun going into town."
Her stomach full of breakfast and her mind trying to make sense of her brother's kiss, she stood on the platform waiting for the train. A fat old man shoved through the large crowd to stand beside her. He eyed her lecherously from head to toe.
"Good morning sweet heart."
She glanced over at him, but then looked forward.
