Chapter 5

Katie kissed me passionately on the lips. I kissed her back, but then I pulled away. I wanted her to keep feeling ashamed.

"Katie, this is wrong. We're brother and sister."

She had stopped sobbing but she looked like she might start again.

"You're right," she said. "I know. I know it's wrong. But it feels good, doesn't it? Much better than ... all these things he makes me do. I lost

my virginity and I've never even really made out with a boy. And now I don't trust anyone anymore. I just want ... I'm so confused."

"I understand, sis. It's very difficult being a girl in our town. Our religion."

"It must be difficult for you too. Don't you want to date like a normal teenager? Play video games whenever you want?"

"I don't think anyone would really want to date me but yeah, of course."

"Why not? You're smart and cute. I'd date you."

"Oh come on."

"I would!"

She kissed me on the cheek.

"You'd be a better boyfriend than any boy from school. You're kind and loving and you're there for me when I need you."

Katie pulled me closer and kissed me on the lips again. Her bathrobe slipped open. But we were interrupted by the sound of Mom and Dad

coming up the stairs. Katie jumped up and stepped away from me, blushing. She closed her robe again. Then she noticed the carrot was still

lying on the table. Just as the door opened she grabbed it and put it under her pillow.

"Hey kids, time to sleep. Did you say say your prayers?" Mom said.

"Yeah, we said them together, Mom," I lied.

"Wonderful. Sleep tight, my little angels."

I went to my room and pretended to go to bed. As soon as Mom and Dad were asleep, I sent Katie another email. As I was writing it, I

realized Katie and I had forgotten to obey my instructions completely. She hadn't shaved or written the word SLUT on her tits.

"Dear Katherine,

Your boyfriend must be having a great time. Does he know what these photos are for or does he just think you're a slut? But you need to

learn to obey everything I say. You did not write on yourself. You did not shave. If you make that kind of mistake again, your dad will get

the picture of you pressing your tits against the window in his email.

As punishment, you will do the things you forgot to do, then suck a guy's cock. Tonight. It can be your boyfriend or some stranger. Take his

cock deep down your throat and let him make a video of you gagging. Swallow his cum. Send the video to me before morning.

Before you go to school tomorrow, you will write the word WHORE above your pussy. Then you are going to school without any underwear.

You'll take a nude selfie in the girls' room to show the writing is still there. And on your way back home you will stop in the place where you

lost your virginity. The vodka bottle is still lying there. You will take off your clothes and fuck it right there. Then you will lick it clean and

take it home. Video and pix before midnight."

I sent it and went to bed.

Half an hour later, the door to my room opened and Katie quietly crept in.

"You awake?"

"Hmm?"

She stepped out of her bathrobe and slipped under the covers. She hugged me and I felt her naked body against mine. Her face was wet.

She must have been crying.

"I made a mistake."

"What happened?"

"It's my fault. We didn't look at the email closely enough. I was so upset. I was supposed to shave and ... and write on myself."

"He didn't send the pictures to anyone, did he?"

"No. But I have to make up for my mistake."

She snuggled up closer. Her face was really close to mine.

"He thinks I have a boyfriend, you know."

"What, me?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, I'm sorry ... uh..."

"No, it's good. It's very good. This way no matter what he makes me do, I have someone I trust. He wants to torture me, you know ... make