"Clark I need your help."
"How can I help you Tammy?"
Tammy is my half sister, she's about 8 years younger than me at 19, a couple of months ago she moved in with me when she started college. Her plan to find a part time job and eventually rent a place of her own, until then I agreed she could live with me.
I never had much to do with Tammy only seeing her at Christmas and the occasional family event. My parents separated when I was three, I lived with my Mom and Dad took his secretary, a ditzy 19 year old blonde half his age to another town. I only visited Dad a couple of times a year, he was never really interested in children, not unless they were 19 or 20 year old females, it felt over the years that each time I went there Dad had a new girlfriend.
It was around my eighth birthday when I overheard Mom talking with one of her friends about Dad getting one of his skanks pregnant, not that I knew what a skank was or even what pregnant really meant.
Mom was never kind when talking about Dad or his girlfriends, even now she hasn't anything nice to say and I avoid mentioning him. At the time I was due to go there just after my birthday for a visit and Mom wasn't sure if it would be appropriate.
Eventually Mom agreed to let me go, not that Dad really cared one way or another, it was more a case of him getting one up on Mom. His latest girlfriend was Carol, I was surprised when I first saw her as she was fat, still young but she had a big fat belly unlike all of Dad's previously girlfriend who were skinny. I didn't connect what I overheard Mom talking about and Carol's size until later when I got home and Mom asked me about my time away and about Dad's girlfriend. When I told her she was fat Mom giggled before telling me she was not fat but was pregnant and had a baby growing inside her.
A couple of months later Tammy was born, she would have been about 6 months old when I next saw her around Christmas. This became the trend of my relationship with Tammy, I would see her around my birthday for a week and at Christmas for a week and on special occasions.
Once Tammy was old enough Dad shipped her off to an all girl boarding school where she remained until she graduated.
I was surprised when she first asked me if she could move in, I never considered us close even though for those two weeks each year I was her constant companion. In hindsight I suspect I did form a bond with her no matter how unintentional it was, I had a way that made her feel special when I visited, devoting most of my time to be with her. In a way I was the only male figure she really established a relationship with, Dad was there but he was always distant, never bonding with her.
It wasn't until after Tammy moved in that I started to notice her differently, she is no longer that chubby little girl I used to play with, she is now blossoming into an attractive young woman.
I study her closely, not for the first time as she stands in the doorway of my bedroom, my cock giving a twitch under the sheets. It's about 10pm, she is wearing a little pink nightie, the light behind her silhouetting her figure through the thin fabric.
It's not unusual to see her wearing this morning and night, other times she runs around in just her bra and panties, I don't think she's teasing me, I think she's just very comfortable and relaxed around me.
As for me I'm between girlfriends at the moment, I find Tammy's body very arousing and have begun regularly jerk off as I think of her.
She's just under six foot tall, her height come from a pair of long, sensuous legs, her ass a juicy firm peach ripe for the picking. She has wavey honey blonde hair which cascades down to below her shoulder blades, a delicate face with crystal blue eyes, a little button nose and thin red lips. Her body petite with delicate breasts, firm and perky with little rosebud nipples which poke out against her tops, a smooth flat midriff and slender waist.
I roll over onto my side to face her, propping myself up on my elbow and hiding a large erection under the sheet.
"How can I help you Tammy?"
She walks across sitting on the side of my bed, I move slightly to ensure there is no accidental bumping between her ass and my cock, which feels like it is growing bigger and harder as I smell the fragrant scent of her perfume.
"I want you to teach me how to make a man happy."
"What... what are you talking about Tammy?"
"I've always been told my purpose is to make men happy but I'm not sure how to do it."
"Who... who told you that?"
"Everybody, whenever I made too much noise at home Daddy always said a good girl sits silently in the corner, only speaks when spoken too and does what she is told without question. He said I was lucky to have a mother that knew her place otherwise I'll be living homeless on the streets."
I could imagine Dad saying that, he is very chauvinistic, one of the many reasons him and Mom broke up. I remember when I visited him everything was very structured and streamlined, his girlfriends always seemed to be that one step ahead of him having anything he wanted ready before he asked for it. I must say I was impressed with how smoothly his home ran in comparison to mine, which felt like it was in chaos most of the time.
"Mommy would tell me I must always do as Daddy says without question, he is the man of the house and in charge. If you behave he is happy with Mommy but if you are naughty he punishes Mommy."
That brought back other memories, of times when one of his girlfriends did something he disapproved off I would often laugh and say that Daddy should spank her. Dad would rough my hair saying he would be doing that and more, I remember the girlfriend always had a scared look on her face and immediately became extra friendly as if trying to get back into his good books.
"Even at school all the senior teachers were men and the governing board were all men, we were taught to respect them, whenever they entered the classroom we had to stand up and lower our eyes not looking at them unless asked a question. In the junior years they ignored us, only coming to the classroom when they wanted to have a meeting with our teacher, they would take her away leaving someone else to finish the lesson. Only in the senior year did they hand pick certain students, they were always the older 18 year olds that went with them for special lessons, unfortunately I wasn't old enough to find out what these lessons were and the girls never said anything other than they were being taught how to be more useful."
I never knew what school Dad sent Tammy to, all he said was it was a special school to teach her how to act as a young lady. From Tammy description it sounds like a very arachidic misogynic place, the sort of place that I thought disappeared years ago.
Tammy places her hand on my chest as she looks into my eyes, "Will you help me Clark, I feel... I feel as if I'm missing something in my life and need your help to find it."
I should have been shocked, appalled to think that this young woman has been indoctrinated over the years to think that her purpose in life was to be a slave, a sexual slave for men. But I wasn't, I was turned on by it, it's like some of the porn I like to watch with older men and submissive young women and maybe, just maybe I'm more like my father than I realise or want to admit.
"Let me think about it," I say, Tammy's leans down kissing me on the lips.
She smiles standing up, I watch her leave my room before taking hold of my cock and jerking off.
After thinking about it for a couple of days and looking at Tammy in a whole new way I agree to her request. Now I'm not sure how far Tammy will actually go or even how far I will actually push her, I decide to start with something safe and simple.
"Tammy your first lesson in making a man happy involves house work."
"Of course, Daddy's very particular about what Mommy has to do around the house."
