Chapter 1

“Tell me again what you want me to do, Candace?” I asked my sister.

“My name is Candi now, and I showed you what I am asking, Nathan,” My sister replied sweetly. She used to hate being called Candi when she was little. People used to tease her because she was overweight as if it was due to all the candy she ate. She wore the name now like a badge of honor. It wasn’t the only thing that had changed about her since we were little.

She had begun dying her hair cotton candy pink. Candi had always been my nerdy little sister. I got her interested in video games and anime. She never liked the shooters and sports video games. Candi could spend all day on Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon.

I had no idea what to expect when I came to visit her. My little sister had shown me her Twitter account. @littlejetgirl. The description was a bouncy bubbly BBW bimbo SWer, insatiable hypno-slut, addicted to spirals & bubbles & glitter & body modification & sex. My sister was naked in most of the photos. She has pink hair, an adorable innocent face with a slightly turned up piggy nose. Most of the pictures, if not all, were of her naked and bound up like a human cow. She had metal tubes on her over-sized nipples and a lot of bondage pictures in humiliating poses.

Candi smiled when I looked shocked. She never dated when we were younger. She was always quiet and shy. I didn’t know she had a wild side, but WOW, this was really a wild side.

My little sister also showed me her Only fans videos. The videos were selling for $14.99 each and had titles like “Shock Collar Training” and “Gagging and Drooling.”

https://www.manyvids.com/Profile/1001298904/littlejetgirl/Store/Videos

The story she told me was that the producer of Dart Tech Studios that made these videos had recently slowed down production due to concerns CV-19. This was impacting her ability to film new videos, and she had an idea for a full weekend of discipline and training she wanted to shoot.

“Nathan, you’ve always had an open mind about things. I knew of anyone in the family you would understand and accept what I do for a living. I need someone to help me film a project that I’ve wanted to do for a while, and I trust you more than anyone else. Most guys I know are creepy or wouldn’t take it seriously,” she said. She reminded me that when we were little, I was always looking out for her and protecting her from bullies.

“Yeah, but this is porn. Do you want me to have sex with you?” I asked incredulously. I had broken up with my girlfriend about three years ago, and I live in a remote area of Pennsylvania. There aren’t many dating opportunities when most of the women are Amish. I was feeling pretty horny but Candi IS my sister after all.

“Do you have sex with your cows?” she asked me with a wry grin. It wasn’t a straight answer to my question – it was almost flirtatious.

“I told you. I don’t have a dairy farm. I grow sorghum. I have a goat, a couple of pigs, and a few chickens. The only reason I have the pigs is a friend gave them to me, but I can’t bring myself to slaughter them. They are more like pets now,” I chuckled.

“That’s why I love you, Nathan. You have a heart of gold!” my little sister gave me a big hug. She was wearing a 1950’s style house-dress, and she wore Hipster-style Cat’s Eyeglasses. She looked so far removed from her naked cow persona dressed that way.

“I just don’t understand what you want me to do with you at my farm if it isn’t sex stuff. The videos you showed me are all sex stuff,” I shrugged. I was flabbergasted and more than a bit embarrassed, even discussing this with her. She could tell I was nervous and uneasy about proceeding with her.

“Do you remember when we were little, and we would play a game of Simon Sez?” she asked me.

I told her I did remember. I used to say, “Simon Sez, you have to do everything I tell you all weekend!” and then make her my personal maid all weekend. I apologized and said that I was just a foolish kid who didn’t know any better.

“Why are you apologizing? I loved it. My big brother was giving me all of his attention all weekend. You let me make your bed, and then you came in, and if I didn’t do it just right, you messed it all up and made me do it all over again,” Candi sounded excited about it.

I felt embarrassed about that. It wasn’t who I was now. I believed in female equality and all of that. I told her that I was just making up stuff to keep her busy. “It was just a silly game. I thought I had found a cute loophole in Simon Sez, and I was taking advantage of my gullible sister,” I admitted.

“Except I wasn’t gullible, Nathan. I didn’t have to do what you told me. I liked doing what you told me. I liked making you happy. I liked to pretend that you had some sort of mesmerizing ray, and I had to anything you told me to do. If you ASKED me to do something I would clarify if you were asking or telling me to do it,” she reminded me.

I remembered. If anything I told her to do sounded like a question or a suggestion, she would make me rephrase it into a command. I never really made her do anything dirty when we played the game except once I made her show me how girls go pee. I was just curious how women peed. Watching her sit with her legs apart on the bowl was a fascinating lesson in the female anatomy.

“It was the last time we ever played the game,” I admitted. I had entered puberty and had all these dirty thoughts. I would have felt guilty making my sister obey my every whim so that I could learn what makes girls tick.

“I felt like I had done something wrong to make you stop playing Simon Sez with me,” my sister said. I never meant to make her feel bad.

“Water under the bridge, Nathan,” Candi perked up and looked me in the eyes. She had such pretty blue eyes. Candi was using her cutesy, innocent, baby voice with me. She knew it was hard for me to refuse her when she did that. She also used it on my Dad whenever she wanted something from him and got her way.

“This weekend, we’ll play Simon Sez again. You will film it for my fans. My Patreon fans can watch live 24/7, and after we are done I’ll edit the films down into shorter segments for my onlyfans. You can order me to do anything you want as long as you treat me like a cow and keep me in the barn. I trust you completely,” she assured me.

“Yeah, but the guy in the videos with you zapped you with an electric zapper and spanked you. Are you really going to trust me after I do all those mean things to you?” I asked. I couldn’t meet her gaze, but Candi lifted my chin so that I could see her face.

She looked so sweet and considerate. “I am asking you to use those things on me. I have a whole bag of toys I am bringing with us. I may look like porcelain, but I am hard to break. Bruises and bumps heal, and my fans want what I am experiencing to be authentic. I want it to be authentic. They want the incoherent noises I make to be real and not fake. Isn’t there anything I did to you when we were little that you could punish me for this weekend?” she asked.

I couldn’t think of anything. Candi had always been a pretty sweet sister.

“I used to rub your toothbrush on my clit,” she smiled. I asked her if she really did that, and she smiled innocently, “maybe!”

I wasn’t irate about that because even if it was true, it happened years ago. It was cute that she was trying to give me a reason to treat her like a cow back at my farm.

“Why me and not one of your fans? I am your brother,” I said.

“Nathan, a lot of my fans would be turned on by the fact that you ARE my brother. That isn’t why I asked you, though. My regular producer can’t do videos with me for a while. I don’t trust any stranger with a dark farm to lock me up. The simple answer is that I trust you, AND you have an old farm that would be a perfect setting. My apartment is cute and all, but it is small, and my fans have seen it. It is time for a road trip!”

Once I agreed, she danced a cute little anime’ dance and updated Twitter with the words “ROAD TRIP!!” for her fans.

Candi didn’t take long to pack. She had one bag. I asked her if that was all she needed. She showed me that the bag contained pink dildos, electric wands, even a bowling pin. She also had her phone and her USB cord. When I asked her if she was going to need a change of clothes, she laughed.

“I am going to be in your barn 24/7, Nathan. I don’t need clothes,” she reminded me.

“What if it rains?” I asked her reluctantly. It was likely to rain this time of year.

“Then, I get wet!” Candi giggled and locked up her apartment as we left. “My neighbor will feed my cat while I am away. I am all yours,” she promised.

My sister didn’t seem like she was going to have cold feet and change her mind anytime soon. I have a small utility truck, and I put her things in the back. She started to crawl into the back with her bags.