It has been brought to my attention readers are having a hard time with the pronunciation of two names so here they are phonetically:
Alathia: Al-La-thia al-lay-the-a
Pubert: Pu-Bert, like Hubert with a P.
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I Became My Little Sister's Bitch part 3
Bex is still on the floor, her eyes are cast down, her behavior over the last day and a half sinks in. Her pussy is aching. Her mouth is cum coated. The new toy is shoved up her ass. Both holes are stuffed. She can't believe how quickly she's fallen into Alathia's grasp.
Alathia is turned on seeing her big sister spiraling down. She watches Bex like a falcon tracking a mouse. Alathia watches as Bex's hand slowly slides under her skirt and creeps up her leg to touch herself.
In an admonishing tone used only by disappointed parents Alathia says, "Bex do not play with yourself! Have some fucking self control." But Internally Alathia can't help smiling at her big sister's corruption.
Bex realizes she was going to masterbate right in front of Alathia and honestly Bex didn't care.
'What's happening to me? I'm losing myself to pleasure, GET A GRIP BEX GET A FUCKING GRIP.'
Alathia helps her big sister to her feet, gives her a supportive hug, and a sweet kiss on her cheek.
"Now, now my big sister ... let me get you to the study."
Seeing her big sister's breathing return to normal, Alathia guesses the toy must have shut off again. The buttplug causes a sexy swaying hip movement in Bex's walk, it's a happy coincidence. She brings Bex to the family computer chair and motions Bex to sit down.
Bex begins sitting down when Alathia instructs, "Lift your skirt ... sit bareass on the chair."
Confused at the request, Bex complies. When Bex's bare ass meets pointy and sharp rubber knobs on her ass, Bex jumps up. Alathia's hand on her shoulder pushes Bex back down.
"Don't get up ... you're to sit in this special chair ... while we begin your daily study sessions ... two hours a day ... your current grades are unacceptable ... we study here ... I'll be tutoring you ... I have no idea why ... but maybe I can beat some smarts in you!"
Looking down, the defeated Bex thinks to herself.
'I'm not dumb, I'm lazy, school is boring.'
But says aloud, "Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry I've disappointed you."
With a snake-like smile growing across her face, Alathia takes Bex's chin in her fingers and places a gentle kiss on her lips. "I love you Bex ... I only want what's best for you."
"Yes, Mistress."
For the first two hours, Alathia helps Bex with her school subjects, they work on worksheets, practicals, and quizzes.
Bex groans to herself,
'Fuck Alathia don't you have a life other then academics.'
An hour later Bex's head is swimming with the hours of school work, plus her battered ass on this torture seat isn't helping.
Alathia places a pink box on the desk and slowly begins messaging Bex's shoulders gently, kissing her neck until she works the tension from her body. Bex is softly groaning,
'Oh my god, Alathia's hands are magic, this feels so good, why can't she be nice to me all the time ... so good.'
"Hush Bex ... relax ... you've done so well this morning ... let me pamper you as a reward ... before we continue."
"Yes, Mistress."
Bex catches sight of Alathia disappearing between her stocking clad legs. The feel of the stockings is amazing on Bex's legs; she can't believe how much she thoroughly enjoys the feeling on her legs. Alathia runs her hands down Bex's legs causing pleasure to course through her big sister's body. Alathia unlocks Bex's shoes, freeing her tortured feet from the six inch heels she's been sporting all day. She groans softly as Alathia messages Bex's tortured feet.
Bex takes a moment to let her guard down and enjoy the love Alathia is sharing with her. It's a much needed break from the constant teasing and edging that her little sister has been putting her through.
Bex sighs contentedly as her little sister begins messaging her calves, working the morning tension out of her body. She feels Alathia slowly push her legs apart. Her little sister begins running her face on the inside of her thigh. Bex feels her sister's cheek on her thigh is one of the most intimate things she's ever shared that wasn't sexual. The closeness makes Bex tremble with the promises of pleasure to come. Alathia begins rubbing her face against Bex's other leg lovingly, drawing happy little sounds from Bex's pouty lips.
Slowly, Alathia begins licking Bex's pussy gently, flicking her tongue over her big sister's wet hot pussy, drawing the softest, cutest sounds from her sister's lips. She rolls her tongue gently up and down Bex's hot box, lapping her nectar up like fine champagne. Her sister's tongue works its magic on her hot slit, rocketing Bex into sexual oblivion. Simultaneously, the toy goes off deep within her crotch, adding nitrous oxide to her sexual desires.
Alathia lifts Bex's legs, placing them on her shoulders. She can see the car floor mat digging into Bex's cute little ass. It's flipped, the plastic spikes up, causing extreme discomfort to her big sister's battered butt.
Alathia flicks her tongue along her big sister's labia, giving it a tug with her lips, drawing some nice slutty sounds from her big sister. Alathia's reality of getting her lips on her big sister's pussy is better than she could have imagined.
Working her tongue deep into Bex's pussy, Alathia's tongue brushes the egg toy still stuck in her big sister's pussy. She rolls it with her tongue, moving the vibrating toy around, sending Bex flying down the sexual mountain to the canyon below.
When the toy egg stops, Alathia quickly stops too, relocks the heels on, and slowly works her way out from under the desk. While Bex is yelling, "
PLEASE Mistress, I need relief please!"
The constant edging is too much for Bex.
Alathia slaps Bex full force, "You will control your urges and stop acting like a spoiled brat ... you have fifteen minutes to regain your composure ... then we will continue your studies!"
Alathia wonders if the slap may have been too much, if she's pushing Bex too hard.
But, keeping Bex off balance emotionally will pay dividends later, making her less rebellious.
Bex clutches her face, fights back tears, and sniffles in a pathetic voice, "Im ... I'm ... I'm sorry Mistress, plea ... please forgive me."
She is still clutching her face after getting her stuttering mess of a sentence out.