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As Kris read the letter she was shocked at the words her big sister had written. Her mind in a foggy haze as she realized just what was really going on. Oddly enough, she felt something inside her she'd never felt before, her heart began to beat faster in a rapid rhythm with her pulsing veins. Even the first two words startled her as she began to read.
Dear Bitch,
Yes that's what you are, not in the classic sense but my bitch, you are my bitch just like Mother is. I'm sure you've seen the pendant I enclosed. Put it around your neck and if you're wondering what the initials J.B. means then think a little harder. Mother has one also, it's not to be taken off unless I give you permission. Hopefully, you understand this simple little demand, I expect you to wear it always. It will remind you just what and who you are. "Jessica's Bitch".
Now just what does my bitch do for me you may be asking, I'll sum it up. Any fucking thing I want. There are no limits, none at all. This includes sexual favors of course, after all, this is what it's really is all about. Mostly anyway, more about that later.
I'm sure you've already had thoughts about all of this, seeing mother lick my feet, wearing each other's panties and so forth. What you may not realize is just how deep this is. So let me just be blunt, mother is a very horny bitch, so am I. We've fucked each other numerous times, oh I know, that's fucking wrong, isn't it. I DON'T FUCKING CARE, I LIKE IT. I know what you're thinking and the answer is yes, I'm going to fuck my little sister too, mother will fuck her daughter (s) and who fucking knows what else.
Now you can run out crying, you can feel ashamed, you can scream, cry and yell but remember, there are consequences, severe consequences at that. However, I want you to know this is what I want, what mother wants and yes, she does want it.
I also want you to know you're still my sister, I love you as a sister does but I also want you. I've fantasized about you for as long as I can remember. I used to love seeing you in your cheerleader uniform, I even used to sleep with it. The point is, I want you Kris, I want to feel you, smell you, taste you and I always have. I just want it in a different way, by you being my bitch. Now enough of the mushy stuff, hopefully, you'll understand, if not then that's ok.
Maybe I don't even understand but as I said before, I don't care to.
Now here are your instructions, I expect you to follow them. There is a pill on the dresser, take it now. It will lower your inhibitions and help you get through this first night. You address me as "yes ma'am". You do as I say without arguments. You keep your fingers out of your pussy unless I tell you to. Actually, that's my pussy, it belongs to me, don't forget it. There are more rules and instructions to follow but my cunt is soaking wet from writing and mothers tongue inside me. Yes, she is eating my pussy as I write. You should see her on her knees lapping my cunt like a good bitch, like you will be for me.
Take the pill, put on your cheerleader uniform and heels along with the other items, especially my pendant and come downstairs at exactly 8:30. I want to see "Angel" dance for me. I know you're a good dancer and I can't wait to see it. Oh, by the way, we may have company, don't worry, It will be ok.
With Love,
Your New Goddess Jessica
P.S. I can be mean, degrading and even abusive. Why? Because I like it so you may as well get prepared for it, my dirty little bitch.
Kris stood there reading the letter several times, her feelings confused and unsure. Each word she read was like a knife plunging inside her over and over. She kept reading the part about Jessica wanting her, watching her in her uniform and sleeping with it. She felt strangely excited as she read it again. Little did Jessica know that she felt the same way at times, just not in the same manner as Jessica.
Fuck, what to do she thought. This was all so fucking crazy, unexpected and wrong. Did she even have a choice she wondered? Fuck it, she reached for the pill and swallowed it, grabbed the pendant and placed it around her neck. J.B., Jessica's bitch she said to herself, it actually had a good sound to it. She stripped her clothes off and as she did she heard music from downstairs, it seems her Goddess wasn't wasting time.
Jessica kept looking at the time and wondering. She hasn't heard anything, no screaming was good, no running downstairs in a hellish uproar. All good signs so far. She heard the knock on the door and opened to let Billy in and wondered what Kris would think when she sees him here.
"Sit here Billy" she instructed as she pointed to the sofa. "You'll get to watch but maybe not play, I don't know yet. I'll see how it goes.
"Yes ma'am."
"Mother, sit next to Billy but keep your hands off his big dick unless I say so."
"Yes ma'am".
Jessica loved those two words, she couldn't wait to hear them escape from her sister's lips. Nor could she wait to see her beautiful naked ass and to feel her wet tongue inside her. Nearing 8:30, she turned the music up a little louder, dimmed the lights and sat in her chair.
"Angel" should be showing up any minute. Jessica's cunt was already soaking her panties, her mothers were probably as well.
Kris's thoughts were scrambled, she wasn't sure how to behave, rather to just wait until told what to do or just start dancing? Her nerves were like bolts of electricity, causing her shaky legs and trembling hands. She had to calm down just a bit, the pill she took helped but didn't stop her nerves. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and walked out the bedroom door.
Jessica saw her first, she was just as fucking beautiful as she always was in her cheerleader skirt, memories of her flooded her mind. The memories of her doing her little cheers while she watched, sneaky peeks at her when she would spread her legs, memories of the sweaty musky smell of her uniform as she lay in bed fingering her cunt, they all came back to her. She almost felt a little too mushy, a little too much closeness but she brushed it off. There will be time for that and right now isn't the time.
Jessica glanced at her mother, her breasts heaving up and down in cadence with her deep heavy breaths. Her legs fidgeting and her hands shaking as she reached for her drink. Her eyes deep and intense with a profound stare at her youngest daughter as she slowly walked in. She knew that Kris had read the letter, knew fully well what this was all about and now knew it was about to become a very lewd and incestuous night. What the hell has happened she thought, but like Jessica, the pleasures were too great to regret and even if so, far too late to stop it.
Jess looked over at Billy, his cock bulging through his jeans and equally as nervous. The sight of Kris consumed him, he couldn't take his eyes off of her either. She almost regretted having him here, perhaps it would have been better if he wasn't but to make him leave now would destroy the moment. Besides, his cock will come in handy soon. She knew Kris fucked him so it wasn't like he's a stranger. She would adjust, she would make it all ok.
She turned back to Kris and watched as she entered the room, her hips slowly swaying to the music but not fully engaged. She danced a few moments and as she did made her way over to Jessica. With the same slow movements, she went down to the floor on her hands and knees. Lifting her head, she looked directly into Jessica's fixated eyes. Crawling towards her she kept the same intense stare as Jessica had. Their eyes locked together as if in a trance, unable to look away from each other when Jessica felt Kris's hands reach for her legs and slowly pushed them apart. Her long blonde hair swaying against her skin as she made her way up to Jessica's face.