My sister stumbled in the front door, clearly distressed, "I'm going up to my room bro" she tried to hide her arousaland rush up to her room, likely to masturbate. But I wasn't having any of it.
I knew what my sister was like now, her submissive side had been shown to me, it was sad it took that ugly bastard to reveal it, but I was fully ready to take advantage.
"Sis, come here, we need to talk." I called out to her, she knew my tone and knew no was not an acceptable answer, even dripping as she was.
She retreated back down the stairs, when she approached the couch I simply said "sit" she looked at me, looked at the couch, then back at me, then double took. She realized at that moment that when I said sit I hadn't gestured to the couch next to me, I had pointed to the floor in front of me and between my legs.
"What?..."she trailed off looking at my outstretched finger.
"I said, sit" I gave my best stern father, putting force behind the word. I was sure she knew that I knew her secret now but she wasn't sure exactly how much, and just like her other sexual encounters she was confused and off balance, if I knew why wasn't I comforting her? What was I doing?
She sunk to her knees in front of me, her gut submissive reaction beating any conscious thought. "I know everything" I told her frankly.
She blanched, tears coming to her eyes, the person she wanted to know the least had found out, she felt like the world was crashing down around her.
"Take off that jacket" I stated, she was slower this time. Just like with jack she didn't want to, but unlike with jack it didn't take me a week of constant threats and badgering, it only took me a moment. Partially because Jack had gotten her used to the feeling but mostly because I was someone that she respected, even a little bit.
"Good" I said, "this stops today. From now on I am the only one who gets to see this" I smiled at her, and reached down, patting her head like a child "he doesn't deserve anything this beautiful".
With that tiny amount of kindness even in this situation tears burst to her eyes, she started crying. It was an ugly cry but for me, with her naked, vulnerable, and covered in snot and tears she looked gorgeous. I was happy she was finally being honest.
I scooped her into my arms at that moment. I knew she needed the domination, but right now she needed comfort, I hugged her to my chest and kept petting her as she blew her nose into my shirt.
As much as I wanted to make her mine, to take her and soil her so that Jack never could I had to wait, it was almost an hour before I could disentangle myself from her grip, though she held tight to the back of my shirt even as I went to the kitchen, neither of us had eaten since lunch and it was going on ten pm so as she clung to my back I made us both some porridge. Trying to be easy on our emotionally wrecked stomaches.
She was able to stop crying as she ate. Even if she insisted on sitting on my lap, she needed to be close to someone she trusted and I understood that, though even then my mind was still racing with all the things I could do with her now.
By the time she finished eating she sighed and laid her head on my chest, and finally speaking she asked "so what did you mean when you said only you get to see me?"