Chapter 1: Kim, Cockteasing Sister

Note: Mark's friend Quatch requested his sister Kim for his slave the night of the D&D game, so Mark gave her a call.

June 13th, 2013 – Kim Penor – Bonney Lake, WA

"I'll be back later," my brother James said. "Going to play D&D at Mark's house."

I glanced at my big, hairy brother—he was practically a Sasquatch, which is why all his stupid friends call him Quatch—and saw his eyes were fixed on my body. Inside, I smiled as his eyes lusted at my tight figure clad in a frilly bra and a wispy pair of panties. On the outside though, I glowered at him, pretending to be indignant that he would dare pant after his little sister. He flushed, a bulge forming in his pants that he tried to causally hide.

He was so much fun to tease.

"Have fun with your stupid game," I said, rolling my eyes. He was thirty-seven and still playing that childish game. He'd never grow up. It was embarrassing having a brother that was twelve years older than you—I was a late, accidental child—that had a fucking toy collection. "And stop perving on me. I'm your sister."

"Then stop wearing just your underwear," he argued back.

"Why? I should be able to prance around naked without you getting turned on. Fuck, what kinda pervert are you?"

His jaw worked, then he turned and fled. God, that was fun. My poor little pussy was so wet. I stuck my fingers into my panties and gently rubbed at my pussy. A nice, leisurely jill sounded like the perfect thing right now. I would have my brother's trailer to myself for a few hours, and I knew where he hid his porn.

Teasing my brother was the only thing that made living with him bearable. If only I hadn't caught my asshole ex-boyfriend bent over our couch, his best friend balls-deep in his ass. Turned out, my boyfriend was gay, and hadn't been ready to come out to his parents. His 'best friend' was his real lover, and I was his beard that he could trot out to his friends and family.

I was still hurt and pissed about it. He made me cum like no-one I had ever fucked. How could he be gay? He seemed to love my pussy, and would spend hours eating me out. I had thought we were going to get married. When I had lost my job six months ago, he had let me move in and had supported me. So why did he have to lead me on, and make me waste my time on him?

Because he's a selfish, cowardly asshole, that's why, Kim. It's the fucking 2010s. No one has to be ashamed of being gay anymore. Hell, the asshole could have fucking married his 'friend' since last November!

I hadn't gotten laid in two months. The dating scene was too depressing in Bonney Lake, a small town in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains. It was a forty or more minute drive to anywhere that had a fun nightlife, and my unemployment checks barely covered my food, my cell phone bill, and my salon visits. I didn't even have the money to fill my gas tank up every week.

I should have moved in with my friend Michelle, even if her live-in boyfriend was a creepy perv—far worse than my brother—who'd probably have tried to get in my panties whenever Michelle was out the apartment. She, at least, lived in Seattle where I could find some cute guy to rescue me from my problems. Someone fun, handsome, intelligent, who knew how to treat a girl right.

I found my vibrator, Danny, rattling around in my underwear drawer. A small cylinder made of silver metal that turned on by twisting the bottom. His surface was a little marred by a few minor scratches, but I had him since I was sixteen. I had paid a college girl to buy him for me. I don't know why I called my vibrator Danny, it just felt right. The first time I hesitantly stuck him inside my twat and felt that wonderful vibration igniting my nerves with passion, I had moaned, "Oh, Danny! Fuck me!" I didn't even know anyone named Danny.

I then entered the pigsty that was my brother's room. Dirty clothes, dirty dishes, dirty wrappers dotted the floor. I strode through the sea of filth to get to the shelf where a pile of hentai—Japanese animated porn—lay strewn next to a moldy plate. The whole house was like this before I moved in, and I had spent the first week browbeating James into helping me clean the kitchen, living room, and bathroom.

That failed.

Then I started dressing skimpily, and he was more then happy to follow me about the house staring at my ass and tits—the pervert. But it got the house clean, and I found out just how much fun it was to get him all hot and bothered, knowing he couldn't do anything about it because I was his sister. My own, petty revenge that helped to take the sting out of living with the slob.

I popped in the DVD and, while the FBI warnings played, I shimmied out of my panties. Danny hummed to life; I shuddered as I lightly rubbed it around the lips of my pussy, teasing myself as it took the hentai a few minutes to get to the good stuff. On screen a young girl was being spanked by a nun, her animated ass reddening beneath the stiff hand of the older woman.

As I shoved the vibrator slowly inside myself, savoring every delicious inch, I wondered what it would be like to be spanked. Not by a woman—I was into cock, not cunt—but by a man. His strong hands falling on my rear, the air filled with the stinging slap of flesh. The bimbo in the hentai seemed to be enjoying it as the nun's blows fell on her round ass.

Then the nun slapped the girl's shaved vulva, juices dripping thick and sticking to the nun's hand. The girl moaned, and not in pain. She loved it, bucking across the nun's hips, and crying out her passion. God, what would that feel like?

I pulled the vibrator out and gave a light, experimental slap on my pussy. I shivered in pleasure and pain. My poor little clit was sore. I aimed lower, a stinging blow on my vulva surrounded by my close-trimmed, black carpet. The hit was electrifying, pleasure driving through my body. I roughly shoved my vibrator deep inside me, back arching, and let my other hand lightly slap at my clit.

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned. Every slap sent my body quivering with mini-orgasms, while Danny's vibrations churned my cunt. "Oh, yes!"

That wonderful, humming piece of metal was stirring my passions into a maelstrom inside me, a giant orgasm that would drown all the little ones my slaps produced. My hand came down, my body shook, my orgasm swept through me. I howled wordlessly as I writhed on the couch, lost in the currents of rapture Danny and my slaps brought me.

I was a leaf carried by the violent rapids, thrown this way and that, tossed in circles of lust, spun in eddies of passion, and tumbling through cataracts of rapture until finally I was free of the rapids, floating down the suddenly gentle river as I panted on the couch.

"Holy shit," I muttered, pulling the vibrator out of my sensitive pussy. "Holy, goddamn shit." What was that? God, don't tell me I was turning into some sort of S/M slut?

My pussy felt sore, abused, and I decided a nice, hot, and very long bath was in order. I loved taking a bath after jilling. To relax in the warm cocoon of water and doze, idly stroking my twat as I luxuriated in the afterglow of my cum.

When I woke up, the water was decidedly not warm and was instead decidedly cold. I pulled a on bathrobe, tied it loosely so my flesh peaked out enticingly, and plopped myself in front of the TV to await James's return from D&D. I wanted to have a little bit more fun cockteasing the perv.

I was in the middle of texting a few girlfriends—they had gone clubbing in Seattle and kept sending me pics of all the fun they were having while I was stuck here, the cunts—when my phone rang. I rolled my eyes in disgust, seeing it was my brother calling.

"Hey, bro," I answered.

"Kim, from now on, you're going to be Quatch's sex slave," a deep, hypnotic, male voice told me. It sounded vaguely like Mark, my brother's best friend. But he never sounded so ... compelling before. His voice reached into my soul, plucking the strings of my emotions like a guitar pick; I sang his song. Of course, I would be my brother's sex slave—it would solve the problem of getting laid. "You'll happily do whatever nasty, depraved acts he wants, and do it with a smile. You'll live to please him."

"Sure," I purred. Maybe he would spank me. Oh, that sounded wonderful.

There was a rustling noise, then my brother nervously greeted me: "So, Kim. What did Mark tell you to do?"

"I'm your sex slave, bro," I cooed. "I live to please you. You can do whatever nasty, disgusting things you want to me."

"Good, I want you naked, and ready to fuck when I get home."

I gave a throaty laugh, that sounded wonderful. "Yes!"

"Later, bitch!" my brother, my master, snarled and hung up.

I had to get ready to be fucked! What was I going to wear? And, fuck, my hair was an absolute mess. I should have went to the salon this afternoon. I flew to the bathroom, and set about curling my hair so it would fall in beautifully black waves around my shoulders. Then my make-up: a hint of rouge to add some color to my cheeks, innocent and blushing; dark-red lipstick that made my lips so lush and inviting; mascara to make my eyes wide; and dark eyeshadow to make myself more mysterious.

I tore my room apart. What would he want me to wear? He seemed to like stockings. I found a pair of black, thigh-high stockings I wore to an office Christmas party my asshole ex-boyfriend took me to last December. I pulled on the black garter belt, trimmed in white lace, and clipped my stockings to it. Then I pulled on a blue, silk robe that fell to just below my ass and tied it loosely, my tits almost falling out.

James is going to have a heart attack when he sees me, I decided as I stared at myself in the mirror. The silk robe molded to my body and my nipples were two pronounced nubs dimpling the front. When I moved, the robe slipped, showing a hint of my areolas, and if I bent over my ass and twat were visible. I was pretty much naked, and this was going to drive him wild.

I sat down on the couch, full of excited energy, and I waited.

And waited.

Where was he? You'd think if he had his baby sister at home ready to fuck, he'd blow off his stupid D&D game and come fuck her! My poor pussy needed his cock; Danny just wasn't the same as the real thing.