How did I come to dominate my little sister into becoming my subservient slut?
It all started when she borrowed my laptop without my permission and I went into her room to get it back. My younger sister had never enjoyed cleaning her room and still didn't know that she was eighteen. Her floor was strewn with so many things that they all blended together into obscure trash, the type of vague debris you might see in the background of a movie. The only objects that really stuck out to me were her dirty panties and unwashed bras. Stacy had a used laundry basket but evidently never used it. As I stared at her dirty panties, I noticed some dry discharge outlining the area her pussy touched when she wore them.
A feeling overcame me as I picked through my sister's unwashed underwear. It had been too long since I had had sex. And even longer since I had had sex with an eighteen year old... I was so horny that I had to resist the urge to lick and sniff the residue on my sister's panties.
I didn't find my laptop in the mess but I found something even better. Something so great that I doubted I would ever need my laptop to look up porn again anyway.
I found Stacy's diary.
She had kept them all her life and I had never had an inkling to flick through them before. To be honest, my sister's life never really interested me. But the diary was open to a recent entry that was riddled with my name. The letters of my name stuck out like color in an old sepia photo, a written cocktail phenomenon. For the first time in my life, I just had to read my sister's diary, had to find out what she was writing about me.
Is there something wrong with me for wanting him so much? Wanting him to touch me, to hold me, kiss me, fuck me. I have spent my whole life burdened by these feelings, feeling like an outcast because of this unnatural attraction. But I can't help it. There is nothing I can do. Each time I've tried to do something with another boy, I've backed out, feeling dirty and ashamed, as if that was wrong and my obsession with my brother was normal.
I still have hope that one day he will notice me, fall for me and confess his love to me. Yet I am also fearful that that will never happen, that my whole life will pass me by and I will die still a virgin...
I just want him to want me so much. I would do any and everything he has ever wanted, make every dream he has ever had come true, let him use me however he wanted.
I closed the diary and dropped it back into the mess from which it had come. I turned to flea Stacy's room but stopped in my tracks when I saw a dirty G string hanging over the headrest of her bed. It was black with some crusty white discharge along the inside. I picked the G string up and put it in my pocket. Surely, Stacey wouldn't notice one missing pair...
I took the G string back into my room and sat on my bed. As I stared at the white stain on the front I wondered If I had been the cause for that stain, if my little sister had been staring at me the same way I was staring at her slutty underwear. I also wondered if she was really a virgin like it said in her diary. I mean, how many virgins owned a thong?
It was a strange thing to realize that my little sister wanted me more than anything. And what was even stranger was the fact that I was almost horny enough to take her... Would it be wrong for me to do so? Or good? I mean, what sort of brother would I be if I didn't make my sister happy when I knew I could? When I wanted to?
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I spent that night in my room, philosophizing about the morality of banging my little sister and running over scenarios that might actually lead to such an event taking place. I mean, I knew that Stacey wanted me but how did I get her to admit that? Even if we did both want to do it, how would such a thing ever come up? What innocent family situation could ever set the scene for a brother and sister to go to bed with one another?
And what if it wasn't true? What if Stacey or one of her friends had written that entry in there as a joke and left it for me to find? Stacey must have known that I would go into her room to find my laptop. Were they trying to trap me? But why anyone want me to try and fuck my sister? What would they get out of it? Money? Laughs?
I was too confused to even leave my room and face anyone. Mom, dad, Stacey, anyone. I was so confused and scared and guilty (and I don't even know why I felt these last two emotions) that I just sat in my room without my laptop, bored, doing nothing at all, waiting until I was tired enough to sleep.
A knock on my door behind me. Meek. Soft. Weak.
"Mmmmm." I said.
The door slowly moved open but only about halfway. In the gap, I saw Stacy staring down at her feet, her hands clasped together under her chin.
She looked up at me. "Umm, have you, umm, been into my room by any chance?"
Stacy looked back down at her feet. The door creaked open slightly and revealed more of her body to me. She had bare feet and her legs were exposed all the way up to where her pajama shorts began. The shorts were skin tight and only as long as her butt cheeks. A little midriff separated the shorts from her singlet and showed off Stacy's cute little belly button. The singlet was just as tight as her shorts and ended before her shoulders, where a tiny strap went over and connected to the back of the singlet.
"Yeah," I said, "I went in to look for my laptop. Why?"
Stacy's face jumped up when I answered. Her eyes were wide open with fright and insecurity, her cheeks were going visibly red and her lip quivered. She looked down again before she spoke.
"Did you... Did you, ummm, take anything?"
"No." I said.
Relief washed through Stacy's body. I hadn't noticed how tense and stiff her body had been until then. She exhaled, lowered her shoulders and leaned back on one foot.
"Okay." Stacy smiled at me as she said this and turned around to run off back to her bedroom, next door to mine.
She returned a moment later. "Oh yeah, sorry. I took your laptop to Mika's house. Did you want it back now?"
I shook my head. "Don't worry about it. I'll get it off you tomorrow."
An old laptop for an eighteen year old's unwashed G string, that was a fair deal to me.
"Alright." Stacy smiled. "Well, mom and dad are already asleep and I'm gonna go to bed too. Good night."
She went into her room and then came out and disappeared into the bathroom opposite my room. I stared at her arse as she went. Her shorts were so tight that I could see the crease between her cheeks.
My cock immediately got hard. Usually, I would have spent all day and night wanking - like I said, it had been too long since I had had sex and I was too horny - but that day I had been too confused to even touch myself.
I pulled Stacy's G string out of my pocket and finally knew what to do. There was no more confusion, no more guilt or morality, just my raging hormones, urges and little sister. I could keep waiting for the perfect time, the type of scene that inevitably happens in every rom com but that situation would never arise for a brother and sister. I had to create it. I had to be blunt. Direct. Dominant.
I lifted Stacy's panties to my face, took a deep breath for good luck, and got up to follow her into the bathroom.
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