Chapter 2

Over the weekend, my sister kept to herself. She had to eat dinner in the nude, and I saw her in the common areas. Jakeem had long since gone home to his own family. I have to admit that when everyone acted like it was perfectly normal it really did seem almost normal.

Then I would notice Courtney’s cute little tits, and bare ass. Her big dark crack and the way her tight ass muscles jiggle ever so slightly when she walks. She pouts a little and looks so innocent but at times I could swear that her pussy was dripping down her thighs. It wasn’t a waterfall – just a little fleck of light clear cum glistening on her inner thigh.

“I wish I hadn’t shaved my pussy,” she said to me. We were in the living room and I had not even noticed that she joined me. The rest of the family wasn’t around. I was looking at porn on Twitter on my phone. I quickly put that way and tried to hide my uncomfortable boner in my jeans.

“Oh, why is that?” I pretended that was a perfectly normal thing for my sister to mention to me.

“Can you see my clit? It’s dangling out like a flap of roast beef,” Courtney indicated how her labia folded out and her clitoral hood was very prominent.

I HAD noticed and had made several mental pictures of it. There was something awesome about how every pussy was uniquely different and there were so many different shapes and sizes. I wanted to see and catalog them all!

“I hadn’t noticed,” I shrugged and lied as if it was inconsequential.

“You are such a good brother,” she hugged me. I wish Courtney hadn’t done that. If I had been standing up my boner would have pressed hard into her leg. I was fortunate I was sitting down and she only managed to wrap her arms around my torso. I could feel her tiny bare tits press against my shirt as she hugged me tightly.

“You could make things really weird by giving me reasonable requests,” she admitted. “I have a confession to make,” she smiled. “I thought you and Jakeem were going to have a field day with me at home. I was worried you’d make me do a bunch of stuff in front of Mom and Pat.”

“You really think that little of me?” I acted sanctimonious. I totally wanted to give her some commands. “I wouldn’t be MAKING you anyway. They would be requests.”

“They aren’t requests if I can’t say no,” she mused. Courtney admitted she hadn’t gone to Richie’s diner simply because she was afraid of what dirty old men might make her do while she tried to drink her milkshake. “Poor Yolanda, she has to work there!”

“Do you really think customers would make her do stuff while she is trying to serve their food?” I asked. That was a very provocative thought.

“I don’t know but we had to masturbate together at school on Friday. I’d imagine so,” Courtney acted so innocently as she admitted she played with herself next to her friend while a bunch of people watched. It was such a hot mental image that I nearly touched my dick through my jeans.

“Did you mind doing that?” I asked.

“I thought I would, or that I should,” Courtney admitted. “I didn’t say no, or try to bargain my way out of it. I thought I would probably do the bare minimum, but I spread my legs and really went to town. I am surprised you didn’t see me putting on a horny little show.”

I had seen a few things, but I didn’t want to admit that I was trying to get a better look and just couldn’t get past the taller guys because I am so short.

“So, you don’t mind doing requests, then?” I asked.

“I do not think so, but I feel like I should. Isn’t that strange?” Courtney was clearly confused by her feelings. The wish was supposed to make it so she wouldn’t want to quit or mind performing requests. The wish hadn’t turned her into an uncaring request-robot that couldn’t feel emotions though. “I do not think I can say no, even if I want too.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“No, I just haven’t said no to any requests,” Courtney admitted. She also hadn’t left the house. She usually patrols the neighborhood at night by flying around on the cosmic staff. I assumed she hadn’t been doing that this weekend either.

“I could try and give you a request and you can try to tell me no,” I offered. I didn’t want to seem TOO enthusiastic about it.

“I don’t think I would say not,” she admitted. Courtney looked at me with her wide and innocent baby blues.

“I can make it a hard one that you won’t want to do,” I offered but asked that she not be mad at me.

“Harder than masturbating in front of the student body at Blue Valley High?” Courtney laughed that was pretty hard. “I didn’t even think twice or hesitate,” she seemed confused by her lack of reluctance.

“I request that you perform the splits, spreading your legs apart and then lay back, bring your legs apart wide over your head and hold them above your head. Put one thumb in your asshole, while sucking your other thumb.”

Courtney scrunched her nose in disgust. A flash of reluctance ran across her face and then she started to get into the position. “Is that all?” she asked as she went down to the carpet, her labia touching the fringes of the brown carpet.

I nodded yes. She laid on her back and pivoted so that she could bring her legs above her head in a “V” position with one leg remaining over her shoulders. She smiled at me and slipped one thumb in her asshole and one in her mouth. She looked so hot sucking on her thumb like a baby. I instantly imagined her sucking my cock.

I watched her for the full five minutes as she exposed both her anus and full pussy to me. Her pussy started to glisten about two minutes in as creamy but clear liquid started to drip out of the pink crevice. She looked embarrassed but didn’t make me feel ashamed for watching her performance.

She waited approximately five minutes before stopping the show and bringing her legs down and taking her thumb out of her mouth. “I am sorry that I got so wet, Mike. You must think I am incredibly vulgar for doing that. I really didn’t want to say no, and I know it is inappropriate, but I just couldn’t stop once you made the request.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I shrugged supportively.

“Am I a nymphomaniac?” She asked as she got to her feet. I told her that I didn’t know – because I really didn’t know what that word meant. I assumed it meant she liked sex. “Do you mind if I go wash my thumb?”

I wanted to sniff it. Courtney’s ass reminds me of warm milk chocolate candy, and even though I know that is NOT what comes out of her butt – I imagined that it tasted like strawberry and milky cream with a hint of cocoa.

“I request that you let me sniff your thumb first,” I said.

“Mike!” she laughed incredulously that I must be kidding, but she already extended her thumb and let me sniff it.

“Remember what mom said. It’s educational,” I inhaled her dirty thumb like it was a bouquet of fine yellow roses from Texas. There was no poop on her thumb, and it smelled only vaguely of sweat.

“Girl’s butts smell exactly like boy’s butts, I am sure,” Courtney kept her thumb out.

“You’ll hold your thumb here even if I walk away?” I asked.

“I don’t know why but I feel like every request should take approximately five minutes. I think I would stand here in case you came back. Yes,” my sister admitted with another surprised look of confusion and apprehension on her face.

I left the room and waited two minutes before returning to find her standing where I had left her.

“Would you mind if I test a few things?” I asked.

“I’d appreciate that. What if I am fighting a villain, and he requests I put my staff down and surrender? I am totally screwed,” Courtney looked worried.

“I request that you slap your own face as hard as you can,” I said.

“Mike!” my sister seemed angry with me that I had suggested she hurt herself. She didn’t perform the request.

“I was testing to see if you would perform a request that caused you pain,” I admitted. I was glad that there was a limit of some kind. Thunderbolt doesn’t want to hurt or kill anyone.

She nodded with appreciation when she realized that I could have told her to jump out the window or do something much worse. “Some of the requests cause me humiliation, but not pain.”

“I request that you pinch your clit hood as hard as you can for TEN minutes.”

My sister’s hand was already grabbing her clit and squeezing between two fingers before I finished the words.

“I don’t understand,” I was confused. I had just ordered Courtney to hurt herself, and she did it.

“I kind of enjoy this,” Courtney’s face was bright red. “Sometimes, when I am alone I do this to myself in the bathtub,” she put her free hand over her mouth to stop herself. “Why did I just tell you that?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Is touching yourself like that why your pussy is getting so wet?”

“Yes,” she admitted as if she had no choice but to be honest with me. “Pinching is stimulating some endorphins inside of me and sending crazy signals to my brain. Oh gosh.”

“I wonder if you HAVE To explain what you are feeling when you get a request if somebody asks you a question?” I asked.

“Oh gosh, I hope not. Those are private thoughts, Mike. You must think I am really a dirty girl. I am sorry I asked you to do this.”

She hadn’t asked me. I had suggested it. I told her that and said that I was just trying to help her. Courtney actually thanked me even while I stared at her glistening clit hood.

“I request that you take the thumb from the hand you are pinching your clit with and suck on it.”

Courtney seemed to process my request for a moment as if she were caught in a logic bubble. She hadn’t finished the first request. “This is my dirty thumb,” she admitted with disgust as she raised her hand to her mouth and began to suck on it. She brought her other hand down and began squeezing her clit with it.

“Do you like sucking your thumb?”

“No,” she admitted quite adamantly. She spoke around her thumb.

“Do you mind that I asked you to do it?”

“Not really,” she admitted as well. “Is this teaching you anything?” she asked expectantly.

“Yes,” I said. Courtney brightened a little when I explained that I could conclude she will try to complete the second request before finishing the first and will do things she finds personally repugnant. “I request that you slap your face as hard as you can.”

Courtney stood there sucking her thumb, and pinching her own clit for me.

“I request that you slap your clit as hard as you can,” I tried another request. This time I wanted to make it a little juicier. She slapped her pussy hard and nearly buckled over before returning her hand to pinch her clit.