Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!
The figure entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of store it had never ventured into before. It wasn’t the sort of place that young girls shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to find clothing. It was a gaming store.
The place tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, chance, and wagers. The possibility sent a rush through its veins. If it hadn’t found this new high of mind control, it would be tempted to see what sort of mischief it could get up to in here.
None of the customers, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelves covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing game books to miniature war game figures abounded. The shelves were stocked with all manner of dice and rulers and paints and card sleeves and a host of other items the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its senses, but it remembered its mission.
Clutched in the figure’s hand was a special pair of panties. It was cut narrower than other ones it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular patch of cloth at the back with enough room for two words to be written: Wild Bitch. Printed in scarlet letters, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.
With a flick, it tossed its creation onto a box of war game miniatures, the models on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons.
The panties were out of place. They should be noticed.
Only its destined owner would.
With a final groan, the figure slipped away with nondescript ease through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by guys excited at what they’d discovered, exulting in pulling a rare card out of a booster pack or at finding the last box of a set of miniatures. As the figure stepped out, a young man stepped in.
Eric Mitchels had a put-on look on his youthful face. The seventeen-year-old boy was tall with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together look than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a tight tank top made of some futuristic fabric that hugged his torso and a pair of running shorts. He had sunglasses perched on his head. He was on his high school’s track and field team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible card games.
There was a new set out for his favorite one.
He had a put-on look because of who trailed after him. His little sister, Jane.
She had long, brown hair, I lighter hue than her brother’s short locks. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy t-shirt and loose jeans, a baseball cap perched on her head. Her blue eyes, the same shade as her older brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful sights. A smile spread on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.
“What’s that?” she asked, pointing.
“Dungeons & Dragons,” Eric said. “RPG game.”
“Ooh, ooh, what’s that!” she gasped, pointing at something to the right.
He rolled his eyes. His sister didn’t seem to notice that he grit his teeth. He shook his head, hating that his parents forced him to watch her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster packs, eager to pull out a few of them and open them. There was a mythic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he’d get lucky.
It would complete his deck.
Jane, however, was pointing at a pair of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sort of figures. She drifted to the pair and snagged them up. She shuddered as the tingle rippled through her. She turned them in her hands, her eyes falling on the narrow strip that widened into a triangle.
“Wild bitch,” she whispered, this naughty thrill shooting through her.
Without thought, she shoved the panties into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her brother on the other side of the store. She darted past a display, eager to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her older brother.
If she could, she would follow him everywhere.
It was around eleven in the morning when I was finally ready to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it easy. The weather was great, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the game store. I had another twenty I could spend on booster packs. Maybe this time I get the card. I couldn’t afford to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary market. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be ready for next Friday night.
Deciding on heading to the game store instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of jean shorts. I snagged a tight t-shirt, pulling it over my fit form. I stood up, stretching. My stomach rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched open the door and came face-to-face with my little sister.
“Jane?” I started to groan until I noticed how cute she looked. She had makeup on, giving her a more feminine look. And there was this ellipses wild look in her blue eyes. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.
She had on a tight pair of jeans that hugged her flesh. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she didn’t have much hips, she had some feminine curve to her fourteen-year-old body. Even stranger, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her small breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of purple cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this strange tingle running through me. It rippled across my skin and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.
Why was I getting hard at the sight of my little sister?
“Hey,” she said, this big grin on her face. It really set off the freckles on her face. “You going somewhere?”
“Yeah, to the game store,” I said.
Her eyes lit up, that wildfire still burning in their depths. “Can I come?”
Normally, I would say no, but all the blood was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was flat and toned, her breasts, while small, had a nice shape to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the thin cloth.
Joy burst to life in her eyes. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my cheek. I could’ve sworn I felt her tongue for a second like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of abject joy, this wild delight.
I couldn’t help but notice the light-blue edge of her panties peeking out of the low-riding jeans she wore.
When did my little sister get hot? Damn.
“You think you’re going to get the card this time?” she asked as we headed down the hallway.
“Only one way to find out,” I said, my dick at a full erection. I wanted to adjust myself, but I couldn’t in front of my little sister. Damn, she smelled good, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery scent. Perfume? Jane was wearing perfume and makeup?
What was going on?
I felt that tingle racing through me the entire way down the stairs. I couldn’t help but notice her firm, little titties jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a delicious pair of breasts. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head back to my bedroom and stroke my cock while thinking about my little sister. This was insane. She felt so nice against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder, giggling in delight.
“We’re going to the store, Mom,” I called.
Our mother peeked in from the kitchen. “Oh, don’t you two look cute together. I’m glad you’re spending some time with your little sister. I know how much she loves hanging out with you.”
“Yeah,” I said, trying not to ogle my sister’s budding tits in front of my mother. “She’s really ... uh ... growing on me.”
Jane giggled in delight.
“That’s wonderful,” Mom said. “Have fun!”
We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the passenger seat of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a decade old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her seat, her light-brown hair swaying about her face. Her cheekbones were delicate, her lips ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep blue of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exposed midriff and enticing cleavage. Even her shoulders were cute.
Damn. I could get used to having a pestering sister who looked like this.
We reached the game store after about ten minutes, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side before I could climb out. She took my arm the moment I got out, rubbing her cheek against my arm. I kinda liked it. There was something ... affectionate about it. The gesture reminded me of something, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It was in the back of my mind, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the bell tinkling as we entered.
It was Saturday, so the place was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the back, a bunch of players huddled around folding tables. They weren’t playing my game. It looked like one of the Anime ones with the cute girls. I wasn’t quite into that. Dragon Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.
Jane’s head darted left and right as we headed towards the booster packs. She chatted, her voice making this soothing background noise. I paid only half attention of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her eyes wide. I swear her hips were wiggling.
I grabbed a couple of booster packs off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little rack of cosplay items. Basic stuff. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog ears on a headband. The moment I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the price, and placed them on my sister’s head. The floppy ears dangled down the side of her head, swaying as she moved. I couldn’t help myself.
I rubbed the top of her head, petting her.
“Eric,” she said. “Are you buying this for me?”
“Yeah,” I said, loving the joy in her eyes. “They look cute on you.”
She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She pressed that lithe body against me, my dick throbbing as she planted another kiss on my cheek. This time, I was certain I felt her tongue licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog ears swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her body brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.
When we reached the counter, she darted to stand right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the cash register set on and said, “Look what my brother’s buying me. Aren’t they cute?”
“Yeah, they are,” the fat, middle-aged guy working the cash register said. He had a scraggly shadow of a beard that ran down his jowls. “They really fit you.”
“Don’t they,” I said, giving the top of Jane’s head another scratch.
She let out this moment was practically orgasmic. It made my dick throb hard.
I tossed the booster products on the counter before us. “And these.”
He nodded, ringing me up. My sister squirmed against me the entire time as I paid. I had just enough money. I got a couple of cents back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her head shaking, her floppy ears bouncing. Her little nose twitched.
I clutched the booster packs in my hand, feeling the cards inside. The foil they were wrapped in crinkled. We stepped outside into the sun, the morning warm. She broke away from me and darted to her side of my car. I slipped into the driver seat as she climbed in the other side.
“Here we go,” I said, holding up the first booster pack. I glanced at her. “Give me a kiss for luck.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
She darted her head towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my cheek like I expected, she brushed my lips. Her tongue swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my nose.
She smiled at me, squirming. “I just know you’re going to get it.”
“Yeah,” I ground, all the blood swelling my cock. I don’t recall ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.
I popped open the first pack, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the last card where the rare or the mythic rare would be found.
I sighed. A bust. A dud of a rare that I wouldn’t even get a buck for.
I opened the second pack, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knees now trembling as she watched. She had this look of hope in her eyes, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her little nose twitching.
“Damn,” I moaned, getting a dual land in the second pack. It wasn’t a bad pull, but it wasn’t in the colors I was playing.
“Last one,” she said, her voice strained. “I just know it. This is the one, Eric.”
The tingles raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the back of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing glue apart and opening it. I slid the cards out of my hand, fanning through the trash commons, giving the few uncommon a glance, and...
My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This card sold for eighty-seven dollars last time I looked online. My heart exalted.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” Jane gasped, staring at me with wide eyes.
I gave a slow nod. With care, I set the card on my dashboard, my body trembling.
Before I could do anything else, my sister squealed and threw her arms around my neck. Then her lips were kissing me everywhere. Her tongue was flicking out, licking across my face. Her tongue darted around my cheeks. My chin. She lapped at my forehead.
Her tongue felt amazing. Wet and hot, bathing me in her saliva.
And then she found my lips. I groaned as her tongue thrust into my mouth. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My dick throbbed, demanding that same caress. I shuddered, my hand shooting down to the fly of my shorts. I popped the fastener. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my cock as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.
I needed her to love me. I needed her to lick my cock. If she did, she would be such a good, little sister.
As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her cheeks flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the sight of my dick. My little sister shuddered, her small breasts jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breath and said, “Do you need me to... ?”
I nodded. “You’d be a great, little sister if you did.”
“Of course!” she gasped. “I’m your little sister.”
I groaned at the incestuous contact of her hand grabbing my hard dick. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that people were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my little sister leaned down. She was just doing what a good, little sister should.
There was nothing wrong with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.
“Yes,” I groaned as her tongue swiped over the spongy tip of my crown. She gathered up the glob of precum.
She giggled. “You like that?”
I scratched her head between her ears. She shuddered and darted her head down again. She licked all the way across my cock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my balls tensing at the pleasure. Such a good, little sister.
I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crown of my dick. It was incredible. Her tongue was so agile. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous rush shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her rump clad in those tight jeans, the denim molding to her cute butt. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.
My heart pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my dick. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick’s tip in her hot saliva. My balls tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her head. I shifted in my seat. She was such a good, little ... sister. Yeah, she was a good, little sister.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “You’re such a good ... sister.”
Was “sister” the right word for her? Something felt missing.
I closed my eyes, just letting myself enjoy it. Her tongue was so hot it swept around the end of my cock. Then she did something wonderful. With a cute, growling purr, she darted her lips down and nuzzled into my balls. Her tongue flicked out, caressing them as her hand pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.
“Goddamn, that’s good,” I groaned. I opened my eyes. “Fuck, Jane, you’re such a good little ... bitch.”
Yeah, she was a good, little bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lips nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a moment, her tongue playing with it. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my shaft twitching in her grip. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her grip sent pleasure flowing through me.
Then she was licking back up my shaft. She dragged her tongue the entire way up. I felt her floppy ears brushing my stomach. Her lips reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her tongue licked and lapped at the slit, gathering up my precum.
“Jane!” I groaned as my sexy sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my cock. She sucked on it, her tongue dancing around the crown. My dick throbbed in her mouth. “That’s it, that’s how you please me. Fuck, you’re such a good sister-bitch.”
Her hips wagged back and forth, her voice moaning around my cock.
I stared down at her she sucked on my cock, her lips sealed around it. Her floppy ears swayed around her face as she bobbed her head. Her tongue never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous pleasure surged through me as the pressure built and built at the tip of my cock. I shuddered as my little sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.
“Fuck, yes, Jane!” I groaned. “Keep sucking. Make sure you swallow all. Good, little sister-bitch’s enjoy all their brother’s cream.”
She moaned, a puppy-dog whine. She sucked with such aggression. My dick twitched and throbbed, loving the feel of her pleasing my cock.
I couldn’t take much more of this. My hand tightened on her head, gripping her hair. She had such a silky coat. I held tight, making sure she kept sucking. The pressure rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her tongue around the tip.
That was it. I exploded.
My cum fired into my little sister-bitch’s mouth. Blast after blast of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hips wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the seat. My foot jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.
Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her mouth. Each eruption sent pleasure slamming through my mind. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every single eruption. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.
“Jane!” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, Jane, you’re just the best sister-bitch there is.”
I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouth off my cock and sat up. She licked her lips, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her mouth. Her blue eyes met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her ears. She shuddered.
“I did good?” she asked.
“You’re the best sister-bitch in the world,” I panted.
She squealed in delight and hugged me again. Her tongue licked up my cheek over and over. I shuddered, smiling. I was buzzing in delight. She was amazing. I would let her keep licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy things for her. She was my sister-bitch.
I had to take care of her.
“We need to go to the pet store,” I panted. “There’s so much I need to get you.”
She nodded her head, her eyes glossy with excitement. “Yes!” she barked. “We have to.”
She bounced on her knees in the seat, whining. Her excitement was enthusiastic.
I started my car and bucked out. She had her cheek pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her head out. Her floppy dog ears flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so much fun. My dick throbbed, so glad I had my little sister-bitch to take care of.
I would be the best brother-owner in the world.
When I could, I petted my hand down her spine, sliding from her bare shoulders, across her belly shirt, to her lower back. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the waistband of her jeans. She whimpered, her ass swaying.
She was missing something there.
She bounced with excitement as I pulled off the road into the large pet store’s parking lot. She thrust her head back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brown hair was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her hair color, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.
“Going to get you everything you need,” I told her. “You excited?”
“Yes!” she barked. “So excited.”
I parked, and she bounded out of the car before I could even step out. I shook my head, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my side. Some sister-bitches you’d have to chase all over. She was such a good puppy. I scratched her head, and she smiled in delight. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so excited to buy her everything she needed.
The sliding glass doors whisked open on our approach. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane’s head whipped around, her mane of long, brown hair sweeping about her shoulders. Her little breasts jiggled in her tight boob tube. Should a sister-bitch wear clothing? I blinked at that idea, this tingle racing through my body. Well, of course, she needed clothes. She couldn’t go around naked.
Why not? the tingle seemed to whisper.
“Ooh, look at that,” Jane said, tugging on my arm. “Ooh, ooh, it’s so shiny. Can I have that?”
“You don’t need a shiny dog bowl,” I said, tugging her away. “Come on, I know exactly what you need.”
“You’re such a wonderful brother,” she said. “I love you so much.” Her head darted up so her tongue could lick my cheek.
I shuddered at it. So hot, a warm tongue.
We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed chew toys, pet food, accessories for birds, fish tanks, and then we got to the collars. I passed the ones for cats’, heading for the dogs’. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking right and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like material while others were made of smooth leather. A sturdy material. Long lasting. Some were thick, but that didn’t seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite thing.
She needed something dainty.
When I laid eyes on the narrow black collar studded with shiny rivets, I knew it was perfect for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The shiny metal glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather band, smiling.
“Oh, Eric, it’s perfect,” Jane said. “Can I wear it?”
“I have to pay for it,” I said. “And it has to get engraved. I need to have your name on it so people will know who you are.”
She beamed at me. I couldn’t help but pet her head.
Next, we headed to the leashes. I wanted something to keep her close but had enough length to let her play. I couldn’t let her get too far. I also wasn’t a fan of those leashes that you could retract or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a black, leather leash. It was the same dark finish. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no expenses for her.
I snagged it, my sister nodding in approval. She darted ahead of me, her cute rump wiggling in those tight jeans. I had to find that accessory. It was the next thing I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.
Two aisles over, I found the animal tails. They had bushy fox tails, sleek cattails, crooked monkey tails, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the back of the pants or were held on by some sort of adhesive. They didn’t look sturdy. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.
I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that cone at the end. That plug that would hold it in place.
Why didn’t they sell anything like that here?
I spotted a store worker and motioned her over. She marched up and smiled at us. “Why, hello! Mmm, look at the two of you. You look so cute with your dog ears.”
“I’m Eric’s sister-bitch,” Jane said with such delight. “He’s buying me a leash and my collar and everything!”
I felt that tingle rippling over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her eyes. She shook her head, her dark hair swaying about the blue polo she wore. Her eyes went out of focus for a moment. “Oh, that’s wonderful. And you need to get a tail for her, right?”
“Yeah, but you don’t have the right ones,” I said. “Where are the ones with the plug? You know, that I can insert. I want something physical so it will stay on her. None of these will work.”
“Oh, I know what you’re talking about,” she said. “We don’t sell those right here. You gonna need to go to a more adult store.”
My cheeks burned a bit. “Oh,” I said. “Like the ... place just up the street...”
My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.
“Yep,” the salesclerk said. “I’m sure you’ll find what you need there. Is there anything else you need for your sister-bitch?”
“I want to get her name engraved on her tag,” I said, holding up the collar.
“Why, just head to the back of the store and we take care of you,” she said. She had such a friendly grin on her lips. She reached out to pet Jane’s head.
Jane giggled in delight then darted up and licked the salesgirl’s cheek.
The salesgirl laughed. “My, she’s a friendly one.”
“Yep,” I said, my hand sliding down to grab my sister-bitch’s ass through her jeans. “She’s such a delight. I’m really enjoying having her around.”
“I bet you are,” she said. “You should take her to the park. She looks like she needs to run around. Burn off some energy.”
My dick throb. “Oh, yes, she definitely needs to burn off some energy.”
The salesgirl smiled and then headed off to help another customer. I led my sister to the back of the store. A middle-aged guy with thick glasses took the tag to inscribe Jane on the front and in small letters beneath, “Owned by her brother Eric.” It took about ten minutes, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.
Jane gushed seeing her name written in the flowing cursive. “Oh, it’s so pretty,” she moaned. “Please, please, can I wear it? I want to wear it right now!”
“Let’s go ring it up,” I told her. “Then you can wear it. I’ll walk you out and everything.”
“Yes!” She barked.
Jane was antsy as we waited in line. There was a number of customers before us, and only one cashier working. The girl went as fast as she could, but it was still slow going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small breasts and hard nipples rubbing into my side. She humped her pussy against my leg, her denim rasping against my skin. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the park and work off some energy.
I needed to work off some energy, too. My dick throbbed.
Finally, we reached the cashier. As she rang us up, a strange tingle rippled out of my sister. I blinked, shaking my head, then realized that the leash and collar were in a bag and that the cashier was smiling at me.
“Enjoy your day,” she said.
I nodded, vaguely wondering how much it costs. I didn’t have any money on me. How did I... ?
The tingles soothed away any questions.
The moment we were outside the store, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog ears swayed about her face as I wrapped the collar about her neck. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her pale skin. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her throat, the metallic heart glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delight, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.
I pulled back on the tab on the leash, opening its clasp. I snapped it around the ring of Jane’s collar. She trembled, her doggy ears swaying about her face. She stared up at me with such joy in her eyes as I gripped the leash. She couldn’t get far away from me now. She let out a bark of joy, her face bursting with pleasure.
“I love it, love it, I love it!” she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her arms around my neck and licked and lapped at my face. I groaned, letting her bathe me. Passing customers gave fond smiles.
“She’s such a good sister-bitch, isn’t she?” an old woman said, nodding in approval.
I grinned at her as Jane lapped up to my ear and then nibbled on it.
My cock was so hard.
“Come on,” I said, aching to exercise her right here. “We need one more thing. Then we’re going to the park. You can have so much fun.”
“Yes!” she moaned and then fell down onto her hands and knees like a good sister-bitch.
I smiled as I held the leash and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her hands and knees, her floppy ears swaying about her cheeks. She didn’t try to bolt away from me but stayed right beside me like a good sister-bitch.
Damn, I was so glad I had her.
When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed right up, sitting on her knees in the seat, her head darting around. The heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her throat. I unlatched her leash and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her flushed cheeks, her blue eyes shining.
I rushed around the car, climbed into the driver seat, and started the engine. She whooped in delight as I backed out of the space, her ass shoved right at me. Her jeans clung to it. The denim was in the way, hiding the truly delicious parts about her.
I placed my hand on her rump as I drove through the parking lot. I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks flex through the denim as she wiggled. She would look so beautiful with her tail. I couldn’t wait to buy it for her.
I had driven by the Adult Playhouse so many times. It had a sleazy look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked woman. All the windows were blacked out. The place promised to sell adult novelties. It promised such wicked delights inside.
I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane’s side. I opened her door and immediately snapped on the leash. She bounded out of the car and fell to her knees beside me. She rubbed her cheek into my calf.
I swallowed as I faced the store. I was seventeen. I was too young to enter here. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the last thing she needed was inside here. I led her to the door, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.
Naked breasts were everywhere. On DVD boxes. Magazine covers. Sex toy boxes. Moans echoed through the store. Dirty videos played on small TVs in the corners. The gasps and groans rippled through the air. A shaggy guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the magazine he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the store, my cheeks burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.
“Damn,” I muttered, glancing at some of the things. Fake cocks. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely shaped things.
And then I found it. They were right next to the butt plugs. I groaned at the sight of the tails. There were a cat tail and a furry dog tail matching the floppy ears my sister wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.
“This is what you need,” I said.
“Yes,” barked Jane. She pressed her cheek against my calf again, rubbing against my hairy leg. I tugged on the leash to get her to keep up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the door. This tingle raced up the leash. I had what I needed. I didn’t need anything else, though there were some interesting things...
Maybe I would come in next weekend to buy her some toys to play with.
“Hey, wait!” the shaggy guy grunted. “You have to...” His words trailed off though. I glanced at him, his face going blank. Then he said, “Have a good day.”
“You too,” I said and thrust open the door.
Daylight flooded around us. It almost was a physical presence. I groaned as I let my little sister out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the leash pulled her up short. She turned around to look at me, impatience painted across her face. I chuckled and hurried towards her.
“I know, I know, eager to get to the park.”
She nodded. I opened the car door, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her leash, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her body. She bared her small breasts, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the side of her firm, little titties. Her nipples were hard.
I pinched one.
She giggled and growled. She nipped my hand with a playful bite. “I liked that, Eric.”
I petted her hair through the open window. “You’ll get to feel that a lot,” I told her. “Now, are ready for the park?”
She nodded. Vigorously. Her puppy dog ears danced around her face. God, she was cute.
I raced to the park. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should have taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a halt in the parking space, breathing in the fresh air. I climbed out of the car, running around to free Jane. I clicked on her leash before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the open grass. Her breasts quivered as she crouched beside the car.
“Eric!” she groaned.
“Get those jeans off and then we’ll play,” I said. “I don’t know why I’m letting you wear clothes. You’re a sister-bitch, and it’s a beautiful day.”
“Right,” she barked.
She stood up to kick off her shoes. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. Next were the jeans. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from side to side as she worked off the tight material. She exposed a pair of light blue panties. They were practically a thong but widened into a triangle at the top of her rump. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrase on the back.
Not any longer. I’d tamed her. She was my good sister-bitch.
I groaned when she shoved those panties down. She bent over, a light collection of brown hair adorning her virgin pussy. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them into the car. “I don’t need those any longer.”
“No, you don’t,” I said, rubbing her head.
She sank down to her hands and knees on the grass, her rump arched up. She was ready for her tail. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her lips. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth wide. I pressed it passed her lips, letting her saliva soak it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her little breasts quivered and jiggled.
“What a beautiful sister-bitch,” a woman complimented as she walked by, her dainty Pomeranian scampering ahead.
“Thanks,” I said. “I finally decided to take her in hand. She’s been a brat, but no longer.”
“That’s marvelous,” the woman said. “You enjoy your day.”
I nodded, pulling the conical end of the butt-plug from my sister-bitch’s lips.
My dick throbbed as I brought the butt plug to my sister’s asscheeks. I pressed the cone between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could smell the spicy scent of Jane’s pussy. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the tail’s plug against her backdoor.
She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her asshole widened and widened, swallowing more and more of the spit-lubed butt plug. She gasped, her head tossing, floppy ears dancing. Her asshole stretched wider. My dick ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.
It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy tail draped over the crack and dangled down between her thighs, hiding her pussy from view. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hips. Her tail wagged back and forth, her cunt flashing.
“How do you feel?” I asked, glancing at her.
“Perfect!” she barked. “Oh, Eric, thank you!”
She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my face, her tongue bathing me. Our lips met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch’s mouth. I gripped the leash groaning as I loved her. She was so energetic. So in need of her walk.
I broke the kiss and stood up, grinning at her. “Come on,” I said. “Let’s stroll around the park.”
“Yes!” she barked.
She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and forth. She was finally perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accessories. Her collar jangled with her every step. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my jeans. I couldn’t help but stare at that tight ass, her doggy tail swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would peek out, that pink slit adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her silky strands, showing her excitement.
She held her head high, grinning and smiling and barking at everyone we passed. Her nose twitched as she breathed. Her ass wiggled, butt-cheeks flexing. People smiled at us, nodding. I received such a wonderful compliment.
“What an obedient sister-bitch,” an old man said, a tingle racing down the leash for my sister. “You’re a lucky young man.”