Yes, Mistress Baby Sister," I replied, like a brainwashed sub, as I allowed my pants to drop to the floor.
She pulled up her skirt a bit, opened her legs and tore her pantyhose at the crotch. I got a quick glimpse of her pink pussy as she was apparently commando. She demanded, "Slut, get to work."
I watched as Della quickly crawled between my sister's legs and dove into my sister's pussy.
Sandra continued talking to me as if it was normal to have someone between her legs while talking to her brother, "Now your underwear, big brother."
I discarded my underwear and released my fully erect cock to my sister and her beautiful redheaded friend. "Oh my," Beth said, the impressed look on her face sending a chill up my back, and building me with much needed confidence.
"Oh my, indeed," my sister concurred, staring at my stiff cock.
"Do you want to fuck it, Beth?" my sister asked, thoroughly matter-of-fact.
"Five minutes ago I would have politely declined, but now I may have to reconsider," she said, standing up and walking over to me.
My sister offered, "Well, you better go and inspect the merchandise."
Beth laughed, but surprised me by dropping to her knees. Her British accent was so sexy as she complimented me again, "I shouldn't, but fuck, it looks so damn tasty."
She took my cock in her hand and slightly stroked it. A spasm quaked my body and I was worried I might come.
Sandra, leading her on, teased, "Go ahead Beth, suck it. You know you want to."
Beth looked back at Sandra and challenged back, "You want me to suck his cock, don't you?"
Sandra shrugged, acting all innocent, "Maaaaaaybe."
Beth turned back to me, looked up from her subservient position, "So Matthew, do you want me to suck your big cock?"
"Desperately," I responded, no longer playing a game with my sister.
Beth looked back at Sandra and said, "Last chance to stop me. I know you want to suck it too, Sandra."
Sandra shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not. But for now I will be content watching my big brother get his first blow job."
Beth smiled up at me, "Matthew, you would get a lot more pussy if girls knew what you had hidden behind your geeky exterior."
Before I could respond, Beth opened her pretty little mouth and leaned forward. Her warm mouth felt more amazing then anything I had ever felt before. My body melted and my mind went to mush. She began slowly moving up and down on my cock, taking about half of it in her mouth. In less than a minute, I could feel the undeniable boiling in my balls and knew I was going to come soon. Deciding to throw a slight amount of doubt into Sandra's master plan of sibling dominance, I grabbed Beth's head and held it in place as I quickly face-fucked the gorgeous red-headed cocksucker. She let out a surprised sound, but after only a couple of pumps between her sweet lips I was shooting my cum down her throat. When I was done coming, I let go of her head and quickly apologized, stammering for full-effect, "I-I-I am so sorry B-B-Beth, I don't know what came over me."
I looked up at Sandra who seemed surprised by my aggressive action, but seemed just as quickly to fall for my blithering idiot apology. Beth looked up at me surprised as well, but instead of being angry, responded, yanking on my cock one last time, "No problem, Tiger. I like a man who knows what he wants." Standing up, she turned to my sister and added, "Your brother's cum is yummy."
Sandra moaned, as Della between her legs was clearly getting her horny as well, I assume, she was also getting horny from my little show with Beth. Sandra trying to re-establish her power in the room over the rest of us, demanded, "Get me off, my sub, now."
Della's head began to move back and forth a bit and I saw her right hand disappear between my sister's wide spread legs. I watched intently while pulling my underwear and pants back up.
I announced, "Well I should get going."
"Don't you want to watch your little sister come?" she pouted dramatically.
"If you wish, Mistress Baby Sister," I responded, attempting to manipulate her by giving her a deceiving amount of confidence.
"I wish, big brother," she moaned, grabbing Della's head and pushing it deeper into her pussy. "I'm so close, big brother. Watching Beth suck your big cock was so fucking hot. Be a good sub for me and you can fuck Beth. You can also fuck Della, she loves it up her plump fat ass. Ummmm, yes, I'm coming big brother, yes, yes, yeeeeeees!"
The thought of fucking Beth was enticing, as was the thought of getting in Della's back door, but I was now more determined than ever to lose my virginity to the hottest girl I knew...my sister. I watched my sister collapse back on the coach as an orgasm exploded through her. Deciding now was the perfect time to leave, I looked at Beth and said, with sincerity and befuddled innocence, "T-t-thanks Beth, that w-w-was awesome."
Beth chuckled, "No problem, Matthew, the pleasure was all mine."
I had a witty comment back, but decided not to make it and said, "I hope to s-s-see you again, Beth."
Beth responded, "You never know."
"Oh, I know," Sandra said, adding her two cents' worth.
I gave a half wave and left the room and the party and drove home, my mind spinning deviously. Tomorrow I would start my plan to make my sister, my slut.
4. A PLAN IN ACTION
Sandra didn't come home that night doing who knows what with who knows who, and didn't arrive back home till the evening of the 23rd . I had a variety of ideas to turn my sister, but they all required being alone. Now that was no longer an option. Mom and dad were home and we were watching the news when my little sister dropped on the couch beside me.
Mom asked, her tone implying the answer better be no, "You are not going out again, are you?"
"No, Mom," she replied, "the 23rd is tradition."
"Good," Mom responded, clearly relieved.
The 23rd was always Christmas movie night, a tradition since as long as I can remember. Sandra picks the first movie and I get second choice.
Sandra squeezed my leg subtly as she used it to push herself up. She stretched, her tight jeans leaving nothing to the imagination, and said, "I am going to get in my jammies, then it is time to watch Home Alone."
Mom stood up also. "Well, I will go make popcorn and hot chocolate while everyone else gets comfortable."
I too got up and went and changed into my evening wear. My parents' house is quite chilly in the evenings, so it usually includes flannel pyjamas. In my room, I took off my jeans and, on the spur of the moment, with a potential plan popping into my head, I also discarded my underwear. I threw on my flannel pyjamas and returned to the couch. I grabbed a blanket, one big enough for Sandra and me, and waited. The genius of the plan spinning in my head was that the way the living room was set up, both Mom and Dad sat on their favourite chairs, and neither could see us without turning back, which they seldom did. My plan relied on oblivious parents and my blanket. Sis returned in what could in no one's definition be called pyjamas. She wore a halter top that barely held in her big tits and Lulu Lemon short shorts. It was the exact outfit I imagined when I fantasized about an all-girls' slumber party. She smiled at me and joined me on the couch, slithering under the warm blanket before either parent saw her whore-wear. I wondered if she was thinking of toying with me in the same manner I was planning on toying with her. It was a game of sexual chess, and I was a whiz at chess.
Mom returned with popcorn and hot chocolate and like the 1950s June Cleaver Mother she was, she made sure we were both comfortable before the movie started. As the movie began, my head spun with how and when I should initiate the plan. Knowing we were watching two movies, I played it cool throughout the first movie. Sandra attempted to distract me by putting her hand on my leg a few minutes into the movie, but she was clearly not as confident and brazen, with our parents in the same room, as she had been in the kitchen just yesterday. I decided to make my move when the bad guys in movie were finally inside Kevin's house. It was now my turn to be brazen. I grabbed her hand, and in one quick lightning strike, led it inside my pyjama bottoms to my semi-erect cock.
She let out a surprised yelp and both my parents turned around. My Mom asked, "Anything wrong, Sandra?"
Her face flushed, her hand wrapped around my cock, my parents completely oblivious to the incestuous act currently happening right behind them, and she covered well. "Oh nothing Mom. I just always jump when Kevin almost gets caught."
My dad chuckled, "Oh Sandra, you never change."
I thought to myself, 'If you only knew the half of it, dad.' The movie continued and I looked at my sister, my timidity now gone, my confidence now growing along with my hard-on. I reached under the blanket and, using my hand, made it clear what was expected...a hand job.
She smiled, seemingly impressed by my aggressive out-of-character action, and began slowly stroking my no- erect cock.
The rest of the movie flew by as my hot sister slowly stroked my cock. The movie ended, and when dad stood up, Sandra went to pull her hand out of my pyjamas. I grabbed her hand, startling her, and held it in place. My dad turned to me and asked, still oblivious to the power struggle happening right in front of him, "So what movie next, Matthew? Let me guess, Jingle All the Way."
Every year since I was eight, I had picked Jingle All the Way, an Arnold Schwarzengger Christmas movie that was just so bad, yet I loved it. I wanted to be the Turbo Man when I was a kid. I let go of my sister's hand and, as I expected, she didn't move it off my cock, and said, "Of course, Dad."
He shook his head, "Well you two are nothing if not predictable." I barely was able to let out a laugh at that comment.
My Mom asked, "Any more popcorn for you two?"
"Sure Mom," I replied, "and some egg-nog too, please."
"Sure thing honey," Mom replied, before asking my sister, "And how about you, Sandra?"
Clearly flustered by the fact that my cock was in her hand with our Mother inches away, she was barely able to answer, "S-s-sure Mom, egg-nog would be fine."
"Are you ok?" Mom asked, leaning in and putting her hand on Sandra's forehead, "You are not getting sick are you? You are really flushed."
Sandra stammered, going even redder, "I-I-I'm fine, Mom. It's just a bit hot in here."
Mom stood back up, "Well, you have no fever. That is good. Hate for you to get sick before Christmas. Make sure you get lots of liquids in you."
"OK, Mom," she finished, as Mom left the room. Dad stretched, "I'll be back in five, I need to check my e-mail."
Once alone, Sandra hit me with her free hand and said, "Oh my fucking God, Matthew, that was so close."
Knowing this was a key moment in the power shift I was implementing, I said, my tone implying who was in charge, "Sandra, are you wearing panties?"
"Yes," she replied, slightly confused by the frank question.
"Get rid of them," I ordered, before taking her hand out of my pyjamas and standing up.
Her facial expression was exactly what I expected, bewildered, yet impressed.
"What is big brother planning to do?" she asked, in a whisper.
"Just do as you're told," I replied in a dominant tone and walked away, leaving her hopefully stunned and more importantly, obedient.
I went to the bathroom, praying my plan was working, that my assessment of my sister's sexual needs was right.
Just as the movie was about to start, I sat back down beside my sister, and asked, "Mom, do we have any baby carrots?"
"I think so," she responded, "let me go check."
She left and returned a couple minutes later with a bowl of baby carrots. I thanked her for being the best Mom in the world and the movie began.
Knowing that anticipation is half the battle in any situation of control, I watched the first half hour of the movie without touching or even looking at my sister, but I could tell she kept glancing at me, wondering what I had in mind, or if I was just bluffing. Finally, I made my move. I put my hand under the blanket, moved between her legs and as expected learned she had obeyed my request. I patted her pussy through her short shorts and reached for the carrot bowl with my free hand. I could tell she was watching me closely and curiously. Yet, her face also showed, for the first time in memory, nervousness. I put the bowl on my lap and took one carrot. I looked directly into my sister's eyes with a confident smug smile, the same one she had used on me so many times, as I put my hand back under the blanket. I grabbed her hand and with some awkwardness got her to hold her shorts open so I could have easy access to her cunt. Her eyes went big when she realized what I was about to do. I slid the carrot into her cunt, fucked her with it for three quick strokes, and pulled it out. My eyes never leaving hers, and my smile never changing, I tossed the carrot into my mouth.
Sandra's mouth was wide open in stunned shock. I reached for another carrot and surprised her again when I slid it into her cunt and left it there. Her eyes remained wide, like a girl in a horror film, as she realized what I had just done. I inserted a second carrot and she just looked at me stunned, paralyzed by the turn of events, the shifting of power. A third followed, as did a fourth, fifth and sixth, each time she bit her lip to not let out a moan. As I reached for a seventh, she shook her head no. I shook my head yes and inserted a seventh carrot inside her gaping, but now quite full, cunt. I reached for an eighth carrot and she again shook her head no, this time quite adamant. I smiled and moved my hand underneath the blanket one last time. She pushed my hand away and I gave her a glare that seemed to startle her. I inserted an eighth carrot, barely, inside her and slowly pushed her legs together. The look on her face as she attempted to not let out a moan, grunt, etc, was priceless, better than any MasterCard commercial.
I had her return her hand to my cock. She took it in her hand and began stroking it again. My confidence rising, I allowed her to just sit there, carrots filling her cunt as I returned to watching the movie. About fifteen minutes later, knowing I was close, I decided to take a big risk. I touched her mouth with my finger and pointed to my cock. She shook her head no, clearly mortified by my suggestion. I pointed to my parents who were, as often happened, both asleep in their chairs.
I repeated the suggestion, this time reaching for her head. She again shook her head no, but as expected didn't resist as I slowly pushed her head down onto her brother's cock. She took it in her mouth and I held her head there as I slowly pumped my cock in and out of her mouth, my parents just a few feet away. If they were awake, there was no way they couldn't hear the slight slurp sounds she made as she tried to not gag on my cock as I face-fucked her. In less than a minute, I shot a load of cum into my sister's mouth. I kept pumping my cock between her lips until I was spent. I let go of her head and she moved back up and gave me a glare that should have scared me, yet only made me more confident that I would have her as my complete fuck-toy soon. I used my hand to open her legs again and pulled out a carrot. I popped it in my mouth and winked at her as I pulled up my pyjamas just as the movie ended.
Without warning, seven carrots still deep inside my slut sister, I said, "Mom, dad, wake up, the movie is over."
Sandra sat up startled, closing her legs and letting out a whimper as the carrots still inside her teased her.
Mom rubbed her eyes and stretched before getting up. She looked at Sandra and said, "Honey, you are still flushed. You should probably go to bed and get some rest."
Sandra gave me a look that could kill and agreed, "I suppose, I am pretty tired." She wrapped the blanket around her and slowly stood up. It was all I could do to not burst out laughing.
Mom grabbed some dishes and Dad remained snoozing in his chair. Sandra glared at me one more time before heading to her room, walking so cautiously I couldn't help but chuckle. I smiled, knowing she was going to be completely mine...soon.
5. TURNING HER COMPLETELY
I woke early the next morning in anticipation and preparation for the finishing move of my game. I had breakfast with Mom and Dad and they went off for their half-day workdays, promising to be home by lunch or shortly after.
Once they were gone, I stretched and went to put my final plan in action. One thing I knew was that my sister was a sound sleeper, which was perfect. I went to my parents' room, grabbed some of my Mom's pantyhose, and sneaked into my sister's room. My sister was still in the same attire as last night and was sound asleep. I reached her bed and slowly pulled her arm up until it reached her metal headboard. I tied her right wrist snugly to the headboard and, as expected, Sandra didn't even stir. I then gently rolled her onto her back and quickly tied her left wrist to the headboard as well. Content that she was restrained, I got naked and crawled between her legs. I pulled her legs apart and slowly pulled down her shorts. I was pleased to see she hadn't bothered to put any panties back on. She was still dead to the world, but I hoped not for long. I moved back to my sister's pretty mouth and started tapping her lips with my cock. I said, "Wake up, sleepy head."
She let out a groggy moan, but didn't move.
I continued tapping my cock on her lips and said, as I reached with my right hand to tap gently on her clit, "Baby sister, time for you to learn your place as my submissive."
She let out an uncontrollable moan at my touch and her eyes attempted to open. She went to swat away my cock, but realized she couldn't. She was awake in a heartbeat and staring at me and my cock.
"What the..." she began, but I shoved my cock in her mouth.
As my cock filled her mouth, I explained, slowly fucking my sister's mouth, "I figured something out at the party the other day, baby sister. Although you play at being domineering with me and your friends, deep down you need discipline. My conclusions were confirmed last night when you obeyed my panties order, allowed me to shove carrots up your cunt and, of course, when you swallowed my load with Mom and Dad just a few feet away. All this time, as I thought you were teasing me out of spite, you were actually a very typical case of bully syndrome, hiding your true needs behind a false front. But I saw through it, you are a slut. A dirty little slut who has craved having her big brother fuck her forever, haven't you?"
I pulled out my cock gag so she could respond. As expected, she played shocked, desperately attempting to hide her true needs and desires. "You sick fuck. Untie me right fucking now."
"Oh yes," I said, "your words say one thing, but your slut cunt says another. I bet if I touch your cunt right now it will be wet, probably drenched thoroughly, maybe even leaking a bit. So baby sis, what will I find?"
"Matthew," she pleaded, knowing her pussy would betray her, "please don't."
"Really, baby sis? I think you want me to touch your cunt, don't you?" I asked, my hand sliding down her belly and stopping just above her pelvis.
"No, I-I," she stammered, clearly stunned by the turn of events.
"Beg your brother to check your pussy, little sister," I demanded. I gave one soft slap on her clit with two fingers.
She let out a loud involuntary moan and begged, "Please, Matthew."
I wasn't sure if she was pleading for me to stop or continue, but decided to go with the latter and slid two fingers deep inside her very damp pussy, she let out a scream. "You are pretty wet, baby sister. Did the thought of becoming your big brother's fuck-toy get you all wet?"