(All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.)
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I awoke with a jolt and was instantly aware of the full circumstances that found me laid in this familiar yet not from this angle bedroom with a familiar but not from this angle slender feminine figure curled up with her head resting upon my chest. I couldn't see her face, buried as it was in a tangle of red hair, but I didn't need to, it was a face I'd known all my life. My senses reeled with the impact of the situation; that the memories that had been churning around in my head hadn't been a twisted dream but stark reality. I had corrupted my sweet, innocent 18 year old sister in the very worst of ways, not only taking the virginity of her mouth, vagina and anus in the space of one demented morning but doing so as part of a Sado-masochistic frenzy where I had made her my sex slave and used bondage and beatings to heighten the depravity. The blood was thumping in my brain as I considered the train of events that had led us to collapsing in her childhood 4 poster bed exhausted from the exertions, just as the blood was pumping back into my rising cock.
She was mine; my beautiful, pale sister was my fully Owned possession, her lascivious passions having been set free when she willingly surrendered herself to her wayward older brother's Domination. She had been nurturing these demented desires for years and my recent return to the parental home had been the trigger for her to finally succumb to all her carnal compulsions and give herself eagerly to me in order that I educate her in all the erotic possibilities of the BDSM lifestyle. My erection strained up as I mused on the realization of the perverse prize I had gained this day and as if by telepathy my sister stirred slightly, turning her head so I could look into her angelic face, a blissful smile playing across those talented lips that had served me so well recently.
Desire swept over me afresh and I wanted to be back where I belonged, inside my submissive slave sister. Gently so as not to fully awaken her I lifted her head enough for me to wriggle upwards, when I laid it back on my body it was positioned level with my hard cock, bobbing clear of my body for attention. Without hesitation, although still more asleep than aware, my slutty sister enveloped the bulbous purple bell-end into her warm welcoming mouth and began to swirl her tongue around the sensitive flesh still sore and sticky from the earlier incestuous violations of her virgin teen perfection. My natural born cocksucker gave a sleepy murmur of happiness as she devoted herself to her taboo task and I stroked her whore red mane of hair the way one would encourage a good and faithful pet.
I laid there a while and luxuriated in the exquisite oral attentions of my personal whore, the sensations of electric excitement that her agile tongue and nuzzling lips elicited a mix of relaxation and exhilaration that was easy to wallow in, but then I glanced at the bedside alarm clock...it was approaching 3:30 in the afternoon; we must have dozed longer than I thought. Today was the first momentous one of our new way of life and I'd wasted precious hours resting when I should have been cramming every perversion possible into it to mark the occasion.
My sister was now fully awake if the way she was trying to cram as much cock meat down her throat as possible was anything to go by so I took a hand full of her hair and pulled her clear from her oral impaling and she gave a disappointed moan; it hadn't taken her long to acquire a fondness for her Master's cum but I had to deny her that treat for now. She crawled up my body as I pulled on her red mane until we were face to face and I could force her mouth to mine...Kissing my sister was so delicious that even the fact her lips were coated with a copious coating of my pre-cum didn't hold me back from embracing them with my own and delighting in feeling her tongue dance against mine.
The deep lingering kiss was doing nothing to quell the rising lust that same sisterly mouth had been inspiring when it was wrapped so lovingly round my cock, so once again I had to summon all my willpower to break the connection. This time however my slave was better positioned so without warning I gave her arse that was now within striking range a sudden hard slap that brought a gasp from my little pain whore, those taut and tender round buttocks having already been harshly punished earlier in the day by both my spanking palm and a hard wooden 12' ruler.
"Up, slave," I ordered as she scrambled to her feet obediently. "You've rested long enough, time for your training to recommence." It was a strange side effect of becoming my sister's Dom unexpectedly, but I'd started using words like recommence instead of begin like I would normally; I suppose it was an attempt to add gravity to my Domination since I was only a couple of years older than her...I just hoped this overwhelming position of power didn't completely go to my head and I ended up striding around wearing riding jodhpurs and calling myself Baron Top-Bollocks or something like a complete nonce. Oh well, it was a chance I'd have to take because I had no intention of relinquishing my control over my intoxicating slut sister. Already she'd assumed a servile stance by the bed as if inviting inspection which I was bound to do because she was a vision of violated perfection that I could still barely believe was my perverse possession.
She stood there naked and shameless as I admired her slim pale lithe body with its small high breasts perched provocatively above her ribcage and well defined flat belly. Between slender hips her hairless pubic mound drew my eyes to the glistening lines of her neat cunt, as always signs of her arousal betrayed by the juices seeping from engorged lips; my novice slave was learning fast because she had deliberately positioned herself with shapely legs apart enough for me to see exactly how wet she was as the freely flowing fuck juices trickled unrestricted down her inner thigh in a sight that made me want to fall to my knees and lap up the nectar from her creamy skin and bury my face in its source. To add to the breathtaking portrait of perversion that she represented her white upper body was still covered with the contrasting splatters of red candle wax that I'd tormented her with when I'd tied her down over the dining table and defiled her so memorably earlier in the day. All in all it had been a busy day.
"You really are a beautiful slave," I told her honestly and she positively blushed with smiling slut pride, her eyes bright with this simple compliment in a charming display of innocence and pure deviancy that had my erection swelling even harder in a lewd compliment all of its own. Seeing my lascivious sister in all her naked glory like this reinforced my determination to make the most of her and our parent-free house, but the improvised spontaneous lust that had driven the day's events so far bothered my perfectionist nature.....A pain whore as promising as my sweet sibling deserved only the best in depravity and whilst the wooden ruler and dining table candles had been acceptable under the circumstances now that the more urgent of our lustful compulsions were temporally sated it was time to plan for the next stage of my sister's training; she still had so much to learn and be trained in and the proper implements would be needed. Trying to suppress my all-consuming desire for my newly acquired slave I rose from the bed.
"We are going shopping, my dear sister, this fresh start to your life deserves the proper equipment....Run and take a shower and you can drive me into town."
