My Sister's Slave

My Sister’s Slave

       I guess I should start by telling you how my Sister enslaved me. It was really my own fault.

       My name is Jake, and ever since I was about twelve years old, I’ve been obsessed with women’s underwear. It didn’t seem to matter whom the underwear belonged too. It could be the hot girl next door Lucy. It could be my Aunt Sally. It could even be my very own Mother. Or, you guessed it, my Sister Sarah.

       It was sick and twisted, I know, but every time I laid eyes on their soft, smooth and delicate knickers, I was unable to stop myself. I would fondle them, rub them against my face, smell their wonderful scent, and even masturbate with them. I was always ashamed of myself afterwards and I’d promise never to do it again. But I would, and I did.

       I was sixteen when my Sister caught me in the act. I didn’t realise it at the time. She only told me about it afterwards - after she set me up. She watched me from the shadows as I caressed her knickers, and then used them to bring myself to orgasm.

       After that, it was only a matter of time. She never told me how long it took, but eventually she decided to blackmail me, and get her revenge.

I thought it was just another day. Our parents were out for the day, and I thought Sarah would be as well, so I went into her room and started looking through her laundry basket. I found a pair I liked (cute and pink, and so soft) and brought them up to my nose to sniff. I could smell her pussy. For some reason this just turned me on more. I quickly undid my jeans and pulled them down along with my underwear. My cock was already hard and ready. I wrapped my Sister’s knickers around my hand and started to jerk.

It didn’t take me long to cum.

I was an expert at this, so I was ready and I caught all my seed in my free hand, making sure none of it got on her panties or on the floor.

Then my Sister opened the door and busted me.

I froze in shock. She stood in the doorway, her face unreadable, just looking at me. I could feel my face turn a bright shade of red. My heart was pounding. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. I was extremely aware of my jeans and underwear wrapped around my ankles, of her soft knickers in one hand, my cum pooled in the other. I couldn’t even pull my pants up.

‘So,’ she said, and smirked at me.

I felt like crying. This couldn’t be happening! I tried to speak, make an excuse, something, but nothing came out.

‘Cat got your tongue little brother?’ She looked pointedly at my crotch, and my exposed, flaccid penis. Actually, I was older than her, but right then, in that situation, I really did feel younger. And of course, she wasn’t talking about our ages, but about the size of my penis. It was about two inches when flaccid, six max when hard.

I should probably describe to you what my Sister looks like. Let’s see, as I said, she’s younger than me, fifteen to be exact. She has long blonde hair, eyes like emeralds, and naturally long eyelashes. She’s short, but very athletic - exactly the opposite of me, really. My friends say she has killer legs, and I can’t argue. They lead up to her perfectly round ass. Her tits are the only part of her I’d say was lacking, but even they’re gorgeous. Yeah, my Sister is beautiful, and the sight of her standing so confidently made her even more so.

She was wearing a simple t-shirt, tight, with the words “Girls Rule, Guys Drool” stretched across her breasts. Tight jeans hugged her ass and revealed just a hint of her knickers underneath. They were red. She had nothing on her feet, revealing her expertly painted toenails, also red.

She watched me like cat playing with a mouse. I thought back to her earlier words and realised it was true. She was a cat. And she had my tongue. I couldn’t say a damn thing and she knew it. I was trapped.

I had no idea how much.

‘That’s okay,’ she said, walking into the room, her hips swaying in that sexy, feminine way, ‘I’ll do all the talking. You just stand there holding my panties in one hand and your spunk in the other, with your boxers around your ankles. Don’t even think of pulling them up. Trust me. You don’t want to make me madder than I already am.’

She didn’t actually seem all that mad, if I’m honest. Truthfully, she seemed to be enjoying herself. Of course, I wasn’t going to question her. She definitely had me between a rock and a hard place, and so much more than I knew at the time.

‘Alright pervert,’ she said, circling me like a shark. I could feel her eyes all over me, my exposed private parts especially, judging me. She stopped in front of me, looking down at my flaccid penis, and then meeting my eyes. I looked away in shame, but, ‘look at me,’ she commanded, and I met her smirking expression. ‘I’ve really got you by the balls don’t I?’ she giggled. ‘Oh, you don’t even know the half of it. Look over there. See that camera?’

Camera?! My heart lurched into my throat. True enough, I saw it, a camera hidden underneath a mound of books on her desk, aimed directly at me. The red light indicated it was recording. Oh no, I thought. My knees quivered and almost gave way, my lip trembled, and tears came to my eyes.

Sarah laughed at me. ‘Oh yes,’ she said triumphantly, ‘I’ve recorded the whole thing. This isn’t the first time I’ve caught you playing with my things either. I’ve got several videos, all like that one there, and they all show you in very compromising situations.’

‘P-p-please,’ I managed to stutter, but she just laughed at me.

‘Puh-puh-puh-puh-thetic!’ she mocked. ‘That’s what you are. Pathetic! Things are going to change around here whack-off. No more demeaning me in front of my friends. No more name-calling. No more big-brother-knows-best. Now it’s my turn. And if you don’t do exactly what I say, at all times, I’ll show these videos to mum, and to all your friends, and I’ll even post them on the internet and plaster the address all over school.’ She jabbed a finger into my chest and I winced. ‘Got it crybaby?’

I was fucked. How could I get out of this? Maybe I could somehow find the videos (though I’m sure she’d hid them), and destroy them, but then, I didn’t even know how many she had. My will crumbled. She’d outsmarted me. I really was fucked.

‘…yes..’ I finally mumbled, head lowering in shame.

‘Prove it loser,’ she said, a wicked glint in her eye, ‘prove that you’ll obey me. See that cum in your hand?’

‘…yes…’ My body trembled. Oh god, what did she have in mind?

She smirked at me. ‘Wipe it off all over your ugly fucking face.’

Wipe…? I sobbed in retched humiliation. I couldn’t, could I? But I had no choice. It was either this, or face worse humiliation, publicly.

Sarah stood there assuredly, hands on her hips, the very picture of power. She knew I was trapped. She knew I had no choice. And she enjoyed watching me realise this.

I reached up, looked at the cooling puddle of creamy semen in the palm of my hand, and then smeared it straight down the center of my face, over my forehead, down my nose, and (I couldn’t bear to rub it on my lips) then veering off to the side. As I completed the degrading task, my face twisted with distaste. I could smell it and feel it all over my face. God, it was horrible.

Sarah giggled again, hiding it behind a demure hand, but her eyes sparkled with wicked amusement. ‘Now face the camera and smile,’ she said through her giggles.

Knees trembling, I turned in s shuffle to face the camera, exposing not just my cum-smeared face, but also my tiny cock and balls, and forced a smile onto my face. It was more of a grimace, but Sarah seemed satisfied.

‘Now get out of my sight retard,’ she said, ‘but don’t you dare wipe off your face. I’ll let you clean up before mum gets home, but not one second before. And take those panties too. I don’t want to wear them now. Eww! Freak!’

I quickly tried to run from the room, but I forgot I had my pants around my ankles, and ended up tripping flat on my face. Sarah burst out laughing as I scrambled to pull them up and retreat from her room.

I’d never felt so mortified in my entire life. What else could my evil little sister have in store for me?