Summer vacation had started and Hunter's cousin was practically a permanent resident of the house now. Hunter had just finished high school and was in that stressful period of applying and being judged on whether or not he would land the college of his dreams. But, as older people know, at the tender age of 18, his worries were hardly justified. He was justified however, in being annoyed that his sister Tiffany was reaching new record-breaking levels of brat-hood. Well, it depends on how you look at it. Tiffany did catch him sniffing her panties; not only did she catch him, she filmed him too. And what an uncompromising position Hunter was caught in: kneeling on the pink rug next to Tiff's bed, with one hand on his cock and the other holding bright blue panties up to his nose. Tiffany had always suspected her little brother was a perv. Hunter had always been a bit awkward and she'd never seen him with a girlfriend before. Strange thing was, Hunter looked good: on the skinny side for sure, but you could see his pecs and the creases on his abs, at 5'10, his broad shoulders gave his lean body a touch of manliness. His face was young and boyish, always clean shaven because he couldn't grow any respectable facial hair. But it suited him and his nice clean jawline. His eyes were like those of a puppy, hazel colored and always open a bit too wide like a child lost in wonder. That combined with his black Justin Bieber haircut made Tiff want to see him on his knees, begging. For what? Didn't matter. All that mattered was that pathetic, pervy Hunter belonged on his knees whenever in the presence of a goddess like Tiffany.
Tiffany saw herself as a goddess. And it's hard to dispute the fact. Everyone treated her like one; from early middle school when her tits started perking up, to the second year of college she had just completed. In middle school Tiffany became the girlfriend of Carlos, a boy of Mexican descent, captain of the soccer team and envied by all his peers, not only for his soccer skills, but also for his Latin good looks and his hot girlfriend. The power couple of the school never fucked each other. She learned later on that Carlos turned out to be gay. Thinking back to it, their make outs really were awkward. Now, was Tiffany so hot that she could charm the gayest of men? Was she such an embodiment of feminine perfection that young Carlos decided to never glance at another woman, for they wouldn't compare to Tiffany? Was she the one to turn Carlos gay?
In high school she had only fucked three boys. They were the captains of the football, basketball and baseball teams. And they got their taste of goddess pussy in that order. They tasted the pussy for a long time too. No man will ever fuck Tiffany Davis without first licking her cunt until she is fully satisfied. And they all did, no matter how dominant, aggressive or alpha, they all put that tongue to work and had it inundated with Tiff's pussy juice.
Nothing is more important to a young girl than her reputation. And what ruins reputations? Being labeled a slut by her peers. Tiffany knew this well, so her motto was quality over quantity. Only the cream of the crop, the best looks and the highest status was worthy of her. In college, only the most popular guys ever got to talk to her, and of those, only a few were good enough to deserve drained balls and a tired dick at the end of the night. Only the local coke dealer seemed to be an exception, for he was quite sleazy. But even a goddess has her weaknesses.
Dad was dead and mother worked nightshifts. At 8 p.m., Hunter, Tiffany and Mother ate dinner together like the happy regular family mom thought they were. "Bye kids!" Mom said "Be nice to each other and don't go to bed too late."
"Yes mom." They answered in unison, their goodbyes were almost ritualistic.
Hunter washed the dishes and cleaned up after himself and his sister. What a good boy! He had no other choice after all, either be a good boy or his pervy panty sniffing ways would be displayed to the world. And Hunter wouldn't want that, now would he?
At first, he resisted his sister's orders. That lasted a total of five seconds. Before he realized the power she had over him.
"Listen you little shit." Said Tiffany, while grabbing Hunter's face with her hand, squeezing the corners of his mouth. "You think I hadn't seen the way you looked at me? Maybe you want to see these too?" She pulled the bottom of her t-shirt down as to highlight the contours of her breasts. "Who am I kidding? I'm sure you had your fun with my bras as well. I don't blame you for lusting, you're a teenage boy, you really can't control yourself, can you?" She forced him to shake his head as if to say no. "But still, my own brother is a complete pervert, sneaking under my bed to grab my panties and then touching that pathetic little thing you call a cock. Disgusting." She forced herself to shiver. "From now on, when mom isn't around, you obey me, or else something really bad will happen. Are we understood?" Hunter quickly nodded in agreement, his eyes wider than usual. "Also, from now on, my room will be locked at all times, and the key stays with me." Tiff finally let go of his face. Hunter rubbed the corners of his mouth to ease the pain. He had never seen his sister this mad. For a final bit of humiliation, Tiffany dangled the key to her room in front of Hunter's nose and then put it in the back pocket of her shorts, making sure Hunter got a good look of her tight little ass. A man's lust was like a drug. Her tight little ass, her perky tits, her thin 5'9 frame, her long legs, long eyelashes, tiny button nose, her emotionless dark eyes, black wavy hair down to her waist, long fingers and gorgeous slender toes. Every part of her body was magnetic. Every part embellished with the utmost care. Even her feet had hours devoted to them. They were exfoliated daily to remove imperfections, the toes and arches stretched to assure they remained perfect and uniform; finally, they were moisturized to retain their soft youthful skin.
Ever since that day, Hunter cleaned up after his sister without her having to ask. And today was no different. After everything was washed and in its rightful place, he went to the living room where his sister was watching Netflix, with her bare feet crossed on the coffee table, wearing a white top and shorts. "Anything else Tiffany?" He said, with his chin down and his hands cupped together in front of him. "Bring me a cup of water." She ordered. He got the water and placed it on top of the coffee table. "You really think I'm going to uncross my feet just to pick that up?" Hunter submissively went to grab the cup but, being a total clutz, he let it slip and the water splashed on Tiffany's feet.
"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" Hunter was like a chicken with its head cut off while Tiffany looked at her feet for a second, leaned back, brought her fingers to her forehead and sighed at such incompetence. "Hunter... get on your knees." Without a second thought, Hunter obliged. "Clean it." She said "Now!"
"With what?" Asked Hunter.
"You got a shirt on, don't you?" Hunter did have a shirt on, it was green, it didn't match with his red shorts. Besides that, he only wore his black boxers underneath. He quickly undressed the shirt and was about to wipe the water off Tiffany's feet when she stopped him and said. "You know what? That's not enough. Take everything off."
"W-What?" He stammered.
