As long as he could remember, Tom had been a slave to his older sister Ruth. Being bigger and stronger, she had enforced her will over him by physical strength, back up by a wicked tongue.
All this changed shortly after his 14th birthday. Tom had put on weight and height as puberty took its toll.
At 18, Tom walked into the lounge after watching his football team get thrashed 4-1 by their local rivals, his mood could at best be describe as foul.
"Get me a drink of squash" Ruth ordered as she caught sight of her personal slave.
"Get it yourself" he muttered, for he was not in the mood to fetch and carry for his big sister today.
"Did you hear me" Ruth raised here voice.
"Get lost" Tom replied, only thinking on what the loss that afternoon would do to his teams league position.
He didn't hear till the last possible second his sister advancing on him to enforce her demands.
"You little" she didn't have time to finish what she was going to say as Tom responded unthinkingly to the threat. He caught her hand and twisted hard, bring her arm up behind her back and bringing a cry of pain from her lips. Tom was as stunned as Ruth was to this change of roles.
"Let me go you bastard" she hissed at him
The situation slowly dawned on Tom's mind.
"What did you say bitch" Tom whispered menacingly.
"Please let me go, Tom" she answered more sweetly.
"Ok bitch I will when you've undone you blouse" which was the most unlikely thing he could think of.
"Get lost you pervert" she shouted.
With this Tom twisted her arm a bit more till a groan emerge from her lips
"OK, ok" her free hand moved to the front of her blouse and flipped open each button, one after the other.
"That's better bitch" he said, when she had finished, "Now beg me to fondle your tits" Tom was now enjoying himself, remembering all those years of physical and mental abuse he had suffered at her hands.
"You pervert, never, Oh!! touch me" as Tom gave her arm a big twist.
"I said beg" Tom said.
"Yes ok, please, please touch my breasts" Ruth begged
"That's better, but they not breasts, they tits, ok"
"Yes, please touch my tits" Ruth uttered in complete submission.
"Put your free hand behind your head and push your tits out" Tom commanded.
"That's good" as Ruth complied with his command. Tom reached around and cupped one tit then the other, through her bra. Despite her bad attitude she had a great pair of knockers, Tom thought.
"Remove your bra bitch" Tom commanded.
"Please no Tom, please" she whined.
"Do it, or I twist your arms right off"
Ruth reached behind with her free hand and fumbled to unclipped her bra strap one handed.
"That's better" Tom said once the two hooks were undone, "now put your hand back behind your head"
Tom now cupped a naked tit under her loose bra for the first time.
"From now on slut, you won't wear a bra around the house anymore, or it will be the worst for you"
"Please don't Tom, this is not right, you're my brother" she whined
"It was alright for you to use me for your personal slave but not for me to use you, is that right" Tom asked
"Please Tom can I go now I'm getting cold"
"Ok slut, you can go now" Tom laughed, but remember you do what I say from now on"
When Tom got to his room, all thoughts of his football team fortune were forgotten and instead there was this new game in his life.
Tom was sitting on the Settee when Ruth walked into the lounge.
