Brian Scott opened his eyes and tried to focus on his surroundings. He found it confusing that everything - from the bed he lay in to the TV mounted on the wall to the privacy curtain suspended from a track in the ceiling - said that he was in the hospital. He wasn’t sure why he was there. The last thing he remembered was being at school, or maybe coming home from school. It was all a bit fuzzy.
“You’re awake.”
The voice was another surprise. It was that of his twelve year old sister Claire. A quick glance around the room told him that she was the only family member there. That in itself was odd; he and his sister never really got along.
“Mom and dad are getting some food in the cafeteria.”
“How—” His voice cracked. His throat was scratchy. He thought about asking for water but wasn’t sure Claire would actually get it for him. To his surprise, she hopped up from her chair and poured him half a glass from a pitcher on his bedside table. He drank deeply and allowed the icy cold wetness to soothe his throat.
“How did I get here? What happened?”
Claire didn’t answer right away, but the look on her face was one that Brian often associated with her trying to get out of something. Brian did his best to keep his expression neutral.
“How much do you remember?”
“I remember school,” he replied honestly, watching her face for anything that might betray her thoughts. “I think I remember coming home. I wasn’t hit by a car or anything stupid like that, was I?”
Her expression changed slightly, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Disappointment, maybe?
“I was up in the treehouse,” she said. “Mom sent you to get me for dinner.”
For a moment, Brian wondered if maybe what he thought was disappointment had actually been nervousness. Claire knew that it bugged him when she went up there. That treehouse had been his. Sure he didn’t really use it anymore, but that didn’t give her the right to take it over. But, that still didn’t add up. She’d certainly never shown any regret over intruding on his private space before, why would she do so now?
“So,” he prompted. “What happened?”
“You were almost at the top,” she replied, still watching him intently. “You fell. Hit your head.”
Brian’s suspicion that Claire was hiding something grew. He knew for a fact that she tended to be terse when she was stretching the truth or simply lying. Unfortunately, that was the moment his parents returned.
His mother rushed to him and mothered him and fretted while his father called for a nurse. He endured the attention and tried to reassure his parents that he felt fine. But all too soon, he was swarmed with doctors and nurses asking him questions, checking his eyes, checking his reflexes... Getting to the bottom of what had happened and why Claire was acting so strangely would have to wait.
During the rest of his stay in the hospital, which lasted three more days, Claire made sure that she was never alone with him. It turned out that he’d been unconscious for five days and his parents had been quite worried.
Even after returning home, he was not allowed to go back to school, having been told he needed to take it easy for at least a week and then he would be checked out once more by the doctors. During that week, he worked on his schoolwork and watched Claire carefully.
At first, she seemed almost nervous around him, which was out of character for her. Normally, she strutted around and acted as though she ruled the Scott household, which it seemed to Brian that she did. Their parents had doted on her since the day she was born and Brian had felt left behind. It was when Claire was four and Brian was six that she began taking notice of the situation and using it to her advantage. In the eyes of their parents, it seemed, Claire could do no wrong and Brian could do no right—at least Brian received the lion’s share of the blame for the things that Claire did, whether it was taking the blame outright when she claimed innocence, or being held responsible for not keeping his younger sister out of trouble.
In the days following Brian’s return home, he had tried to talk to Claire about that night, always to no avail. Gradually, Claire’s old attitude began to return. It was on the sixth day back at home that something changed.
Their parents had both had to work late—their mother, a teacher, had open house night at the school, and their father, who was a supervising manager at an irrigation company had had to go out to a job site to help solve a problem—so Claire had been forced to help look after Brian. She was managing to do as little as possible.
It was after calling for his sister to bring him something to drink for the third time that he decided to get up and get it himself. Claire, knowing he wasn’t supposed to be moving around too much, rushed to get it for him so that she didn’t run the risk of getting in trouble for allowing him to move around. He knew that his having to call for her multiple times would be brushed off by their parents as him simply complaining.
“Claire,” Brian said as she returned with a glass of juice, “I need to know about that night.”
Claire acted as though she couldn’t hear him and made to return to her room.
Brian growled in frustration at her evasiveness and thought about somehow making her stay and talk to him. To his surprise, she stopped, turned and moved over to sit in the easy chair facing the couch.
“What do you want to know?” she asked. There was a weird mixture of venom and fear in her voice. He was shocked at her behavior—she’d never cooperated with him before—but he forged ahead.
“What happened that night in the treehouse?”
Claire ducked her head and actually looked embarrassed.
“Tell me!” he demanded, a little more forcefully than he’d meant. He saw a little shiver pass through her.
“I was angry,” she said, seeming almost shocked that she’d spoken. Then she continued, looking resigned. “Donna Templeton had been spreading rumors about me all around school that day. I went up to the treehouse to be alone. I didn’t know you were coming up to tell me it was time for dinner, I thought you were just coming to tell me to get out of your treehouse. I got mad and kicked the trapdoor. It slammed on your fingers and you lost your grip and fell.”
Her words seemed to take forever for his brain to process. She was the reason he fell. She was the reason he’d been injured.
“It’s your fault?” he asked, not really thinking about what he’d said.
She shrugged.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Felt bad,” she said. A terse answer. He was sure it was a lie.
“Tell me the truth,” he said. Again, he saw a little shiver and she seemed to struggle not to answer.
“I didn’t want to get in trouble.”
Brian felt like he’d been punched in the gut. She’d kept it a secret, not because she felt responsible or because of remorse, but because she’d been afraid she would have been punished. He looked at her with disgust. It was true that they’d never gotten along, but he’d never have been so careless as to harm her in any way. She’d nearly killed him and she didn’t seem to care. The idea that she should be on her knees begging him for forgiveness took root in his mind.
Almost at once, Claire sprang from her seat and landed on her knees in front of the couch, her hands gripping the edge of the seat cushion in apparent desperation.
“Please, Brian,” she exclaimed, “please forgive me! I was wrong. I never should have hurt you. I’ve been a horrible sister all my life. Please tell me what I can do to earn your forgiveness! Please, please, please!”
Brian was taken aback by her sudden change. He couldn’t tell if she was being sincere or not but he was fairly certain it was all an act. She was mocking him for some reason. Could she really be that cold-hearted?
“You nearly killed me, Claire,” he said incredulously. “Why the hell should I forgive you for that?”
“Please,” she cried, and he was surprised to see tears in her eyes. And not the crocodile tears she sometimes used to get her way with their parents; these actually looked genuine. “I’ll do anything! Just please, please, please, forgive me. I’m begging you, Brian. Please!”
He was confused. This was so out of character for her. What was her game? What was it she wanted? Studying her face, he saw only desperation, or, at least, a very convincing act. But he wasn’t sure that she could act this well, she’d never had to do it before.
“What makes you think you deserve my forgiveness?” he asked, more to see how she would react than to know the real answer. She clutched at his arm and began openly sobbing.
“I don’t!” she lamented. “I don’t deserve it. I just know I need it, Brian.”
Whether or not she was being sincere or just messing with him in an all new way, it was beginning to wear on him.
“All right,” he said. She brightened up immediately and she looked up at him with hope in her teary eyes. “I’ll think about it,” he tempered. “Tell you what. Go to your room and give me some time to think. Come back when I call you.”
In an instant, she was on her feet and nearly sprinting for the stairs. “Oh, thank you, thank you thank you!” she cried as she went.
“Don’t thank me yet,” he said. “I haven’t decided.”
“Thank you for at least thinking about it,” she called over her shoulder as she disappeared up the stairs. Her pace hadn’t even slowed as she talked.
What the hell was going on? Brian lay there on the couch contemplating all that had happened. Was she being sincere? She seemed to be, but why the sudden change? She’d never asked for forgiveness before—he wasn’t even sure she knew what it meant. So why now?
He debated with himself for nearly an hour before he hit on something he hadn’t considered. Even now that he’d thought of it, it seemed too insane to possibly be true.
He’d ordered her to tell him about the night he’d fallen and she had. He’d ordered her to tell him the truth about why she’d kept it a secret and she had. True, he hadn’t ordered her to beg for forgiveness, but he had thought about it. And that was when she’d begun begging him, just as he’d imagined. But the two things couldn’t be related. Could they?
For some reason, a memory from the hospital popped into his mind. He’d been thirsty and thinking about water when she’d poured him a glass. It was the first time she’d ever done anything for him.
Was it possible?
Was he somehow making her do these things? It was crazy, right?
But what if it was true? What if he could make her do anything he wanted? But then, what if it was all a coincidence and she was just messing with him in some strange new way? How could he know for sure?
The answer was pretty simple: make her do something that she’d never do.
But what? She was already doing things she’d never done before. And if those things were just part of her plan, then how would anything she did be proof?
The answer struck him like a bolt out of the blue. Have her do something embarrassing. Have her do something humiliating. It would serve her right, after all.
His mind made up, he decided to attempt his first test. He thought really hard about her coming back to the living room.
It was mere seconds before he heard her feet thundering down the stairs. She arrived moments later a bit out of breath.
“I’m sorry,” she panted. “I know you said not to come till you called, but I just needed to be here.”
“It’s all right,” he said. “I was just about to call you down anyway.”
She took an eager step forward. “Have you decided?” she asked hopefully.
“Not just yet,” he said. Now that he had her in front of him, he wasn’t really sure what he wanted to have her do. She stood there waiting for him to continue. What should she do? Dump food on her head? No. Go stand on the sidewalk outside and sing “I’m a little teapot?” Not good enough. Jump in the pool?
That had some promise. He could imagine her jumping in the pool and climbing out with all her clothes dripping wet. He watched with widening eyes as she turned and rushed to the back door. She threw it open, letting the chilly, late October evening air in. She ran to the pool, leaped and cannonballed into the deepest part of the water. Her head broke the surface and she squealed from the cold. She swam to the edge and pulled herself out—her clothes dripping wet—before returning to the back door where she stopped, not wanting to drip all over the floor.
“Why did you do that?” he asked. She shrugged.
“I don’t know,” she said, her teeth chattering. “I just suddenly wanted to do it.”
“Well, what are you going to do now? You’re all wet and you’re going to drip all over before you get to your room.”
“I don’t know,” she said again. “I didn’t think of that. Should have taken my clothes off, I guess.”
Brian smirked as another idea popped into his head.
“Well, actually, this works out pretty well,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Claire,” he continued, “you see, when you made me fall from the treehouse, you embarrassed me. I’d never fallen like that before. And it’s your fault.” She ducked her head at the reminder of her guilt. “I think to begin to earn my forgiveness, you’re going to have to do something that embarrasses you.”
Claire’s eyes widened. “Like what?”
“Well,” Brian said, “you can’t walk to your room all wet like that. And you have no clothes to change into down here.”
“So,” she said, still chattering. “What do I do?”
“Strip,” he replied. “Take off all your clothes and wring them out and then you can take them upstairs.”
Her eyes locked on his and she stood there shivering. This was it, he thought. This was too far and her game was over. Then her hands reached down and pulled her top up and over her head. It dropped with a splat on a nearby sun chair. Brian didn’t have any time to process the fact that his twelve year old sister had just revealed her soaked training bra—which was really just a really short undershirt—before she kicked off her soggy shoes and unbuttoned her pants.
He watched in shock as her pants came off, followed by her socks. She stood there in wet panties and bra and hesitated.
“Underwear too?” she asked. He didn’t trust his voice, so he merely nodded.
She peeled off her training bra, revealing small swells behind her cold-puckered nipples, and then her panties followed. From the couch, he couldn’t tell if she had any hair down there yet, but from what he could see she looked more like little girl than grown woman. He realized that he’d never really thought of her as a girl before; she’d always been just this sexless little sibling called a sister. But now, he couldn’t think of her as anything but.
She did as he’d told her and wrung as much water out as she could before collecting her things and piling them up in her arms. She stepped inside—not dry, but not dripping—and closed the door. He watched her naked body like a hawk as she crossed to the stairs and began her ascent. Still not trusting his voice, he imagined, as strongly as he could, her dropping off her clothes and returning to him without getting dressed. He knew she’d never do something like that on her own. Of course, nothing she’d done in the last five minutes was anything she would have done on her own.
It seemed only moments before she was back down the stairs and standing before him. Unbelievably, she was still naked as the day she was born. He took a moment to both recover from his shock and to study her. Her pink nipples were still erect and looked hard enough to cut diamonds. Her nether region was smooth and devoid of hair and from this distance it was a bit more than just a little cleft mound, he could see a little fold of skin near the top that, from his sex-ed classes, he knew hid her clitoris. Her body still glistened with moisture from the pool and her hair was still slicked back and smooth, ending at her mid back.
It still seemed impossible, but somehow he had control over his little sister. He could make her do whatever he wanted. The ideas ran rampant through his mind: all the ways he could get back at her for being a spoiled little princess, all the ways he could torture her as repayment for the unfair treatment, all the ways he could make her the second-class family member.
That was it. He finally knew what he was going to do.
“I see you’ve returned to me still naked,” he said casually—or at least as casually as he could manage. It still felt so strange to be the one in command that it would take some time to get used to it. He watched her blush but she didn’t try to cover herself in front of him. “That’s good.” She smiled.
“I now know what you must do to earn my forgiveness,” he continued.
“Yes?” she said eagerly, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“Claire, you need forgiveness for more than just my fall don’t you?”
Her eyes widened and her head dropped. She managed a little nod while not looking at him.
“So, here’s the deal,” he said. His heart pounded with what he was about to say, part of him sure that he would never get away with it. “You are going to earn your forgiveness by becoming my slave.” Her head shot up and her eyes fixed themselves upon him. Her expression was unreadable. “You are going to serve me in any way I see fit for as long as I feel it takes for you to earn my forgiveness. You will do what I say from now on. You will perform any task I command you to. You will go where I tell you and speak only when I allow you to do so. Understand?”
She nodded fervently.
He realized he hadn’t given her permission to speak.
“Are you willing to do all this? No matter what I tell you to do?” he asked. “You may speak.”
“Yes,” she replied. “I’ll do anything!”
“Well, good,” he said. “Let’s test that.” He cast around in his mind for the most demeaning thing he could think of. He was distracted by the fact that his naked sister was actually giving him a hard-on. A smile split his face.
“Your first task, slave,” he began. He noticed that she actually seemed to perk up at the idea of a task she could do for him. “Is to give me a blow job.”
He expected her to balk and call an end to the whole thing. He expected her to beg to do anything else instead. He expected her to hesitate and perhaps comply only reluctantly. Instead, she dropped to her knees in front of his crotch and began unbuckling his belt with a look on her face that he could only describe as eager anticipation. In practically no time, she had his pants open and pulled down enough to access his boxers. Then she pulled his boxers down to join his pants and, without so much as a pause, she’d taken his hardness in hand and engulfed the head with her hot mouth. It was nothing like he’d ever experienced before.
Brian was not wholly inexperienced when it came to sexual pleasure, though most of it had been of the “self” variety. He had received two hand-jobs from girlfriends during his fourteen years, but that was as far as he’d ever gotten; he was, sadly, still a virgin. So, his sister’s attentions to his manhood certainly qualified as new. Add that to the taboo nature of their relationship and it all served to send him spiraling toward the point of no return rather quickly.
He watched as his sister’s cheeks bulged with the effort of taking him as far as she could. Her head bobbing up and down as her lips slipped along his shaft drove him to new heights. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but he still had the presence of mind to tell her that he wanted her to swallow it all when he came. Her eyes looked into his and she nodded ever so slightly to his command without even slowing her strokes. That more than anything—her complete and utter subservience toward him—was what caused him to blow.
His hips thrust forward involuntarily and his head bumped the back of her throat as his cock swelled and his cum blasted from the tip. The unexpectedness of his climax caught her by surprise and she was unable to stop that first pulse from shooting directly down her windpipe. She reflexively drew off him and coughed to clear her esophagus. Meanwhile, his climax continued, spraying her face with his seed which then dripped back down to land on his groin.
Brian was in heaven. Never before had any of his orgasms been so powerful. The fact that she didn’t actually swallow his spunk didn’t even really bother him. In fact, her choking on it was even better in his opinion.
Claire, however, didn’t seem to see it that way. As soon as she recovered from her coughing, she began to desperately lick and suck up his cum from his crotch with a look of abject fear on her face. It seemed as though she was horrified that she hadn’t followed his orders. He was just about to tell her that it was OK just this once when his heart stopped.
“What the hell is going on here?”
It was their mother. Brian hadn’t even heard the front door.
“Brian, what the hell do you think you’re doing to your sister?” she demanded.
FUCK! Brian screamed in his head. She automatically assumes that it’s all my fault, even though Claire is naked and still sucking up my cum!
“Claire,” she continued, “stop that this instant!”
Claire continued.
Their mother moved over to Claire, seized her by the arm and attempted to pull the girl from her task. Claire refused to move, and so a kind of tug-of-war began. Brian needed to put a stop to it before someone got hurt.
“Stop!” he commanded to his mother. She immediately stopped trying to pull Claire away from him and practically froze in place. He hadn’t really had time to consider whether or not he could control anyone but his sister, though he was now pretty sure that he’d be able to control his mother just well. It was time, however, to see if he could implant a more abstract idea into someone’s mind. He concentrated on the idea that Claire was his slave. He concentrated on the idea that she was his to command and control however he wanted to. He concentrated on the idea that Claire would no longer wear clothes unless he deemed it necessary. And he concentrated on the idea that this is the way it should be—that it was completely normal and that she shouldn’t try to interfere with the arrangement. He then thought that concept at his mother as firmly as he could.
There was a long moment where his mother’s face seemed to go blank and he wasn’t sure if he’d failed or if he’d somehow... broken her. But then she straightened up and looked over what Claire was doing before focusing on Brian.
“If you’re going to use her that way, Brian,” she said, “try to make sure she doesn’t make a mess.”
Despite all he had done in the last few minutes, part of him still couldn’t believe it was really happening. His heart still pounded in his chest, more from the adrenaline rush of being caught than from his orgasm. His mother simply turned and walked away.
“I’m calling for take out, tonight,” she said as though finding him with his cum being slurped up by his sister was an everyday occurrence. “What would you like?”
“I’m not picky,” he called after her.
He looked back down at his new slave. She had cleaned him well enough.
“All right,” he said to her with a measure of annoyance in his voice. “That’s enough.” She stopped immediately and faced him expectantly, still on her knees. He pulled his boxers and pants up but didn’t bother buttoning them. “I don’t need you right now. Go see if mom needs anything.”
And with that, she headed off as well.
There had nearly been a disaster the next day. Brian had been asleep when his father came home. Apparently, nothing had been said about Claire’s new role by their mother; perhaps she was asleep when he came in. However, Claire was up early and had apparently decided to make her new master breakfast. She’d walked into the kitchen just as their father was pouring himself a cup of coffee.
“Claire?!” he exclaimed at seeing his naked daughter. “What do you think you’re doing? Go and put some clothes on!”
Claire, of course, hadn’t been given permission to speak, and so, she remained silent. Their father hadn’t reacted well and had tried to practically drag Claire to her room, something she fought against. The commotion woke Brian and, in his groggy, still-half-asleep state, it had taken three attempts to implant the same thoughts into his father’s head that he’d done for his mother the previous night.
After that, the Scott family had settled into a new routine. Claire had been withdrawn from school (with some judicious help from Brian) and began to accompany him to his classes. He continued to refine his “programming” of his sister—whom he slowly began to think of as a pet—and even purchased a collar and leash for her. She’d been so excited when he’d put them on her for the first time; she wore the collar like a badge of honor, proudly proclaiming that she was her brother’s property. Brian stopped masturbating altogether; his sexual stimulation coming solely from his sister’s mouth and/or hands. He drew the line at sex with her, though. There was something about the idea of incest that just turned him off.
He began to wonder about other girls—perhaps a girl or two from school could be made to give herself to him. He’d practiced his abilities on a few of his classmates—receiving blow-jobs and hand-jobs and seeing a fair few of them naked, but he held back on actually fucking any of them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but some tiny voice of fear in the back of his mind kept whispering to him that his control might not be perfect; what if the girl broke free and cried rape? He decided he needed a foolproof way of testing his abilities, so that if it all went pear-shaped, he would have plausible deniability.
That was when his buddy Tim said something that reminded him that Tim’s little sister had a huge crush on him. And he remembered that he had a bit of a crush of his own, on his best friend Alex’s little sister.
