How did I come to dominate my little sister into becoming my subservient slut?
It all started when she borrowed my laptop without my permission and I went into her room to get it back. My younger sister had never enjoyed cleaning her room and still didn't know that she was eighteen. Her floor was strewn with so many things that they all blended together into obscure trash, the type of vague debris you might see in the background of a movie. The only objects that really stuck out to me were her dirty panties and unwashed bras. Stacy had a used laundry basket but evidently never used it. As I stared at her dirty panties, I noticed some dry discharge outlining the area her pussy touched when she wore them.
A feeling overcame me as I picked through my sister's unwashed underwear. It had been too long since I had had sex. And even longer since I had had sex with an eighteen year old... I was so horny that I had to resist the urge to lick and sniff the residue on my sister's panties.
I didn't find my laptop in the mess but I found something even better. Something so great that I doubted I would ever need my laptop to look up porn again anyway.
I found Stacy's diary.
She had kept them all her life and I had never had an inkling to flick through them before. To be honest, my sister's life never really interested me. But the diary was open to a recent entry that was riddled with my name. The letters of my name stuck out like color in an old sepia photo, a written cocktail phenomenon. For the first time in my life, I just had to read my sister's diary, had to find out what she was writing about me.
Is there something wrong with me for wanting him so much? Wanting him to touch me, to hold me, kiss me, fuck me. I have spent my whole life burdened by these feelings, feeling like an outcast because of this unnatural attraction. But I can't help it. There is nothing I can do. Each time I've tried to do something with another boy, I've backed out, feeling dirty and ashamed, as if that was wrong and my obsession with my brother was normal.
I still have hope that one day he will notice me, fall for me and confess his love to me. Yet I am also fearful that that will never happen, that my whole life will pass me by and I will die still a virgin...
I just want him to want me so much. I would do any and everything he has ever wanted, make every dream he has ever had come true, let him use me however he wanted.
I closed the diary and dropped it back into the mess from which it had come. I turned to flea Stacy's room but stopped in my tracks when I saw a dirty G string hanging over the headrest of her bed. It was black with some crusty white discharge along the inside. I picked the G string up and put it in my pocket. Surely, Stacey wouldn't notice one missing pair...
I took the G string back into my room and sat on my bed. As I stared at the white stain on the front I wondered If I had been the cause for that stain, if my little sister had been staring at me the same way I was staring at her slutty underwear. I also wondered if she was really a virgin like it said in her diary. I mean, how many virgins owned a thong?
It was a strange thing to realize that my little sister wanted me more than anything. And what was even stranger was the fact that I was almost horny enough to take her... Would it be wrong for me to do so? Or good? I mean, what sort of brother would I be if I didn't make my sister happy when I knew I could? When I wanted to?
***
I spent that night in my room, philosophizing about the morality of banging my little sister and running over scenarios that might actually lead to such an event taking place. I mean, I knew that Stacey wanted me but how did I get her to admit that? Even if we did both want to do it, how would such a thing ever come up? What innocent family situation could ever set the scene for a brother and sister to go to bed with one another?
And what if it wasn't true? What if Stacey or one of her friends had written that entry in there as a joke and left it for me to find? Stacey must have known that I would go into her room to find my laptop. Were they trying to trap me? But why anyone want me to try and fuck my sister? What would they get out of it? Money? Laughs?
I was too confused to even leave my room and face anyone. Mom, dad, Stacey, anyone. I was so confused and scared and guilty (and I don't even know why I felt these last two emotions) that I just sat in my room without my laptop, bored, doing nothing at all, waiting until I was tired enough to sleep.
A knock on my door behind me. Meek. Soft. Weak.
"Mmmmm." I said.
The door slowly moved open but only about halfway. In the gap, I saw Stacy staring down at her feet, her hands clasped together under her chin.
She looked up at me. "Umm, have you, umm, been into my room by any chance?"
Stacy looked back down at her feet. The door creaked open slightly and revealed more of her body to me. She had bare feet and her legs were exposed all the way up to where her pajama shorts began. The shorts were skin tight and only as long as her butt cheeks. A little midriff separated the shorts from her singlet and showed off Stacy's cute little belly button. The singlet was just as tight as her shorts and ended before her shoulders, where a tiny strap went over and connected to the back of the singlet.
"Yeah," I said, "I went in to look for my laptop. Why?"
Stacy's face jumped up when I answered. Her eyes were wide open with fright and insecurity, her cheeks were going visibly red and her lip quivered. She looked down again before she spoke.
"Did you... Did you, ummm, take anything?"
"No." I said.
Relief washed through Stacy's body. I hadn't noticed how tense and stiff her body had been until then. She exhaled, lowered her shoulders and leaned back on one foot.
"Okay." Stacy smiled at me as she said this and turned around to run off back to her bedroom, next door to mine.
She returned a moment later. "Oh yeah, sorry. I took your laptop to Mika's house. Did you want it back now?"
I shook my head. "Don't worry about it. I'll get it off you tomorrow."
An old laptop for an eighteen year old's unwashed G string, that was a fair deal to me.
"Alright." Stacy smiled. "Well, mom and dad are already asleep and I'm gonna go to bed too. Good night."
She went into her room and then came out and disappeared into the bathroom opposite my room. I stared at her arse as she went. Her shorts were so tight that I could see the crease between her cheeks.
My cock immediately got hard. Usually, I would have spent all day and night wanking - like I said, it had been too long since I had had sex and I was too horny - but that day I had been too confused to even touch myself.
I pulled Stacy's G string out of my pocket and finally knew what to do. There was no more confusion, no more guilt or morality, just my raging hormones, urges and little sister. I could keep waiting for the perfect time, the type of scene that inevitably happens in every rom com but that situation would never arise for a brother and sister. I had to create it. I had to be blunt. Direct. Dominant.
I lifted Stacy's panties to my face, took a deep breath for good luck, and got up to follow her into the bathroom.
***
Stacy's body jerked when she saw me in the mirror behind her. She was like a prey trapped by a predator, nowhere to go, nothing to do but wait.
Stacy leaned over the sink and spat the toothpaste out of her mouth. She stood up straight and opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.
I walked toward her.
She was shivering and toothpaste dripped down from the corner of her mouth.
I stopped just behind Stacy, literally just behind her, so close that I could hear her heartbeat rise and her breaths turn into gasps. The smell of her hair filled my nose.
Stacy reached over to put her toothbrush back in its holder. I threw her black G string beside the sink. Stacy's eyes darted down to it. She jolted and gasped in shock. Her toothbrush fell, missed the holder and landed in the sink.
Stacy went to say something but I shhh-ed her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her arse into my crotch. She gasped again, quieter but even more surprised. I moved my right hand up from her hip, over her body, and moved her hair out of the way of her neck.
I kissed the exposed skin on her neck. Stacey shrieked and tilted her head away from my mouth, giving my lips more of her skin to ravish. She pushed her arse back into me and grabbed the edge of the bathroom vanity to brace herself.
I reached around her and ran my hands over her stomach and tits. She had no bra on and her tits were as soft and cushiony as her nipples were hard and stiff. Stacy threw her arms behind her and grabbed the back of my head. She was gasping so loud that it sounded like she was either cumming already or choking, I couldn't quite tell.
I kissed my way up to her ear. "I read your diary."
Stacey squirmed and I saw her eyes jump open in the mirror.
"And I decided that I would be a good brother to you and make all of your dreams come true."
Stacy pushed her arse even further against me and grabbed two handfuls of my hair. She was already gasping and moaning, her chest arching out toward the mirror.
"But you have to be a good little sister in return." I slipped one hand down into her shorts. "You have to do any and everything I want, just like you wrote you would."
Stacy spun around and kissed me. She grabbed and pulled me toward her so hard that her nails dug into my skin. There was still some toothpaste on her chin and in her mouth but I didn't care. Stacy had the passion of a repressed virgin and the intensity of a horny teenager, inexperienced but eager.
She jumped up so she was sitting on the sink and pulled me over her. Stacy leaned back until her head was against the mirror and the tap over the sink stabbed her in the back. It must have been uncomfortable but Stacy didn't seem to care or notice, too turned on, too in love.
She broke the kiss and ripped my shirt up over my head and then did the same to her singlet. Her tits were tiny but gorgeous, smaller than tennis balls, with nipples sharper than nails.
Stacy put her arms around my neck and pulled herself back up. Her tits squashed against my chest. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her hands gripped my hair.
