My Submissive Sister
This is a repost of an old story from when I was on here under a different username. It has been extended.
Karl Petersen sat in the leather armchair gazing out of the window of his hilltop home, the silence outside matched his mood. Today was the anniversary of his parent's death. Six years ago just as Karl started to make serious money through his group of companies his parents were killed in a helicopter crash. Now at the age of thirty-two he had more money than he could ever spend but nobody to help him spend it and enjoy life, his last girlfriend decided she would be better off with some ageing French playboy.
Karl thought back to the day he got the call about his parents and he dashed to the hospital, his father had already passed away, and on her deathbed he swore to his mother that he would look after his little sister Olivia. Six years his junior Olivia, or Liv as Karl called her, had proved to be a bit of a handful for him to begin with. She rebelled against everyone and was very lucky to avoid going to prison on one occasion. After this Karl sat her down and read her the riot act, he spelled it out in no uncertain terms how she would behave and what he would do if she didn't.
For the most part Olivia held up her end of the deal until recently that is. She had got into a relationship with some dead beat, Karl knew it would only end one way. Olivia would be in tears and blaming everyone else for what went wrong. He sat there staring into the darkness and a ping from the computer alerted him to an incoming message, he walked to the desk and read the message it was one he had been waiting for from a female he had been seeing recently. It wasn't a loving relationship but they played together sexually, she was the submissive partner to Karl's dominant persona.
The basement of his home had been equipped with all the necessary bondage and torture equipment, indeed when Karl played, he took it seriously and was always trying to push his partner to new limits. Equally she enjoyed it as much and was prepared to go along with pretty much anything he suggested. The message informed him she would visit tomorrow night and she had been a bad girl who needed discipline, Karl grinned and sent an appropriate reply saying he would meet her in the usual place. The usual place being a small bar in town, from there they would take his car back to the house.
As Karl stared at the screen he realised that this woman had been to his house four times and she had never seen anything apart from his dungeon/playroom, when Karl had the house built the basement was accessible from the underground garage or a door in his bedroom. Karl stood and started to walk back to his armchair, the doorbell snapped him out of his daydream.
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Who the fuck is that at this time of night?"
He thought to himself.
"Liv!" Karl exclaimed as he looked at his sister standing there barefoot.
"Can I come in please?" she asked.
"Yeah sure, come in." He gestured.
They went through to the lounge and Olivia asked if she could have a drink.
"What do you want to drink?" Karl asked.
"Scotch please." Olivia replied, shivering as she warmed up.
"Liv, what the fuck are you doing out at this hour dressed in a t shirt and not much else?" Karl asked as he handed her the glass.
"I had a fight with Ronnie and I had to get out." She mumbled.
"What was it about this time?" Karl sighed asking his sister.
"The usual, his drinking. Tonight he came home stinking drunk with two friends and he said they all fancied some fun, then they started pawing at me so I just ran out and came here." Olivia said as she started to cry.
"Did any of them touch you, you know sexually?" Karl asked as he passed his sister a box of tissues.
"No. They didn't get the chance, so I grabbed my keys and ran out. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't go back home though." She cried.
"But Liv, that house is yours. It is your home not Ronnie's." Karl reminded her.
"I know but I can't tell him to leave, he will laugh at me and probably slap me."
"You can stay here for tonight, I will make a few calls tomorrow and get this mess sorted out."
"Thank you Karl, thank you, and I'm sorry to trouble you." Olivia said as she dried her tears.
"Come on, I will show you where the guest room is." Karl said as he walked down a small hallway.
"Here you go, you can stay here for tonight."
"Thank you! Thank you so much." Liv replied.
"Your welcome Liv, after all you are my little sister."
"Yeah I know. By the way, when are you going to stop calling me Liv? I thought that was a childhood nickname."
"Maybe someday but I find it easier to say than O-L-I-V-I-A," Karl said as he pronounced her name slowly.
"Do you know I have never seen the inside of this house properly?" Olivia stated.
"I'll give you the proper tour tomorrow morning, there is a bathroom through that door with towels and whatever you need." Karl pointed to a door on the other side of the bedroom.
Olivia nodded and said goodnight before closing the door.
When she woke the next morning she used the bathroom and then went to find the kitchen, in particular the coffee maker. Karl was already up and in the kitchen, he had just finished a phone call as Olivia approached.
"Ronnie will be out of your house within the hour, so after that I will follow you back home, just to make sure." Karl explained.
"Karl, can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah sure, fire away."
"Would you mind if I moved in here with you? I promise there won't be any trouble!"
"But you have your own house Liv, why would you want to move in here?" Karl enquired.
"Because I feel safe here. I know it sounds daft but I don't feel safe at home, and I won't now that I know Ronnie could come back at any time."
"I don't think you will have any more trouble from Ronnie," Karl replied with some confidence.
