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      Published: 2016-06-12 Words: 3621
****** My Sister, My Everything ******
by limsteven73
Summary
     This is a story about a man and his sister, his beautiful younger
     sister who was admired by all, but this sister had a dark side. This
     story is set in the eyes of the older brother, who tells a story
     about his life with his sadistic younger sister.
“Pick up the pace you fucking ass wipe.” The young girl riding on my back
orders authoritatively as she dangles her feet just inches away of my face.
This little dominatrix was Regina Gloria, my younger sister. My younger sister
had been given a blessed life since birth, my parents had doted on her, giving
her everything she had ever desired without a fuss and caving in to her every
demand. This worshipful upbringing has made my little sister who she is today,
a dominant queen who treats everyone else as her slave. To make things worse,
nobody had put her in her place, where everyone around her simply saw a cute
angel that deserved praise and kindness, while at the same time ignoring her
dark side. I had to admit, my sister was rather beautiful, even from a young
age you could tell she was different from the rest of the girls around her. I
couldn’t tell whether it was because of her radiant yet delicate skin which
looked like it could shatter with a single touch, her smooth and silky hair
which looked like a flowing river cascading perfectly over her face and
shielding the corners of her enchanting deep blue eyes or because of her
perfectly petite body which made her look like a doll. In any case, my little
sister was a beauty and nobody wanted to taint her.
I was no exception. Even though I was 3 years older than her, my little sister
would always demand I follow her every order, her every desire, her every wish.
It started out with menial tasks, like bringing her juice or buying her candy,
but once she had started puberty, the demands became more and more degrading,
more and more perverted, but I wasn’t able to stop her.
It began with simple foot massages; my little sister forcing me to rub her sore
feet after a long day at club or after a long hike, the simple and relatively
normal thing you would expect a caring older brother to give his lovely younger
sister. But soon after that, my little sister, my little demon child of a
sister, began assaulting me, both verbally and physically. She began to call me
degrading terms such as slave and thrash, names that you wouldn’t expect to
hear coming from a young girl such as herself. Although it was degrading, my
sister was still relatively normal, her behavior toward me still holding some
respect, it was only when she had turned 12 did she finally use me as nothing
more than a slave for her pleasure.
She pushed me onto the ground inside my own room, revealing her bunny printed
white underwear as she sat on my face. The hormones from puberty had most
likely brought her to her breaking point; it had made her crave release. But
unlike other normal girls her age, she didn’t resort to touching herself, she
craved human flesh. It was a surprise, to say the least, to come home from a
long tiring day at school, only to be pushed down and have a young girl’s
hairless pussy shoved onto my lips. The little horny demon child moaned out
loud for the entire house to hear as she rode my face, squeezed my tongue and
ultimately used me as a simple device for her pleasure, but my parents didn’t
punish her, they didn’t berate her, they didn’t even say a word. For the next
few years I was used as a living sex toy, my parents acknowledging my sister’s
actions and even allowing her to continue using me.
For the next four years, she had molded me into her ideal private toy. I would
come home from school only to be bound onto her bed; she would ride my face,
forcing me to eat her pussy and ass out, much to my discomfort. My life was
hell; my parents discouraged me from resisting, threatening to punish me if I
had even considered it. My younger sister refused to let me find love, forcing
me to return home immediately after class and eat her young pussy out, thus I
was unable to find friends, much less a girlfriend. On her 16th birthday, my
parents had bought her a large gift; a collection of sexual devices. But they
weren’t for her, no, they were for me. My parents had bought my younger sister
a large collection of bondage gear to torture me with; they had essentially set
my fate in stone. The days after her birthday were mainly trial and error; she
would try on the different dominatrix outfits while forcing me to try on the
different slave gear, the degrading and humiliating outfits that my parents had
specifically bought for me to wear when my sister was dominating me.
They had even bought her multiple BDSM gear which they had installed in the
basement, and of course I was to test them out. My younger sister tied me down
to a large chair as she blindfolded me, inserting random objects into my
backdoor as she made me guess what they were. She bounded me to a large slab of
wood as she dropped candle wax onto my skin and whipped my body with a large
horse whip, the scars covering my body like a human art piece. She locked me in
place onto a wooden horse, the rocking motion causing great pain to my balls.
The torture was endless; she whipped me, spat on me, tortured my balls, pegged
me, rode my face and starved me.
When she turned 18, she became even bolder; she had ‘promoted’ me to become her
private all-in-one fuck-toy. I no longer slept in my own room; instead I was
forced to have my tongue inside her pussy while she slept. When she wakes up in
the morning, I would become her toilet. The rancid taste of her urine would
fill my mouth every morning as she relieves herself in me before forcing me to
lick up any stray drops that would stick to the sides of her hole, essentially
using me as human toilet paper. She would feed me nothing but dog food, if she
was feeling generous, and some days she would feed me nothing but her piss and
her shit. I was forced to lie on the cold toilet floor as she squat over me,
her face scrunching as a large log falls onto my face and I was forced to
consume the entire thing, no matter how disgusting it was.
The first time she made me consume her waste was when the toilet had broken
down after years of wear and tear. This was just before her 18th birthday. The
young girl was desperate for release, and then she noticed me. She grinned
evilly as she pushed me onto the floor, telling me to open wide. By her order,
I opened my mouth, although I wasn’t aware of what was to come. When I finally
realized what was going on, it was too late. A large stream of yellow liquid
rained onto my eyes and hair as a torrent of liquid brown waste poured into my
mouth, the rancid taste of her diarrhea causing me to hurl. The liquid waste
came rushing out and covered my entire face and neck, my sister angry at my
disobedience. For the next two weeks, I was put on toilet training, eating only
her piss and shit. My parents were uncaring, they didn’t even bat an eye when
my sister had pulled her underwear down and shat into a dog bowl right in front
of the dinner table. They didn’t stop her when she gave the bowl to me and told
me to eat up. Every night during toilet training was hell; my sister had forced
me to stuff my nose into her anus, smelling her rancid farts the entire night
as I ate her out, the purpose to numb my senses.
I had to drop out of school due to my little sister’s treatment, my fragile
mind unable to concentrate and focus in class after many sleepless nights, my
body weak and malnourished from being fed only human waste or unbalanced pet
food. I was thus restricted to my home, unable to leave or travel, spending
every waiting hour kneeling on the ground in my sister’s room, waiting for her
to arrive home and use me. I had to admit though; my little sister was one hell
of a manipulator, her trainings perfectly molding my brain into thinking that
her waste was the most delicious treat I could ever have. I had realized that I
was already becoming an ideal pet for my little sister; my strong desire to
drink her piss in the morning, my urges to lick her sweat off of her post-
workout body, my cravings for her sexual juices after eating her out for an
hour, all of my body’s wishes revolving around my little sister, or more
accurately, her punishments. My little sister had perfectly shaped my mind into
that of a masochistic slave, and that nothing else but her punishments could
pleasure me.
It was thus a surprise when my little sister had decided to finally let me lose
my virginity to her, to let me lose the only virginity I had left. Although she
had raped my mouth and brutally destroyed my ass, she had yet to use my cock
for her own pleasure, the only things she would do to my now pathetic rod being
whipping and orgasm denial. When my little sister had turned 21, she had
decided that I would finally be promoted to the role of the ultimate sex-toy,
where I would fulfill her every urge without fail. Although this had changed
nothing in my daily life, my days passing by eating her out and being used as a
toilet, it had meant that I would finally be used as a dildo for my little
sister’s natural womanly urges.
Slipping my hard rod into her tight and unused box, my little sister had given
me the honor of offering my virginity to her, the pure bliss causing me to
orgasm in seconds, my pathetic rod shooting jets of white slaves into her still
relatively untouched pussy.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” My little sister screams in anger as she punches me, clearly
frustrated that I had barely even lasted a minute, much less pleasure her the
way she needed. From then on my little sister refused to let me pleasure her
with my cock; instead I was demoted back into the degrading position as a
toilet. Since then, my little sister had begun coming home later than usual,
sometimes even with a momentary blissful expression on her face before her
smile disappears upon noticing me. Although I was curious, I thought nothing of
it as I carried out my duty as her sex toy, licking and sucking her whenever
she wanted, hoping that one day I would be allowed to use my cock again.
But that day never came…
On her 23rd birthday, my little sister came home with a guy around her arms, a
dashing white man with long blonde hair that made him look like a prince from
the fairy tales my parents used to tell my sister and me, back when our
relationship was still relatively normal. The young man was everything I was
not, his facial features manly and attractive, his body muscular to the point
where his muscles would occasionally create a crease in his shirt, his
personality presented as a man who was kind and sweet, the bulge in his pants.
From that day on, my little sister would spend day after day with her
boyfriend, before coming home and sticking her ass in my face, ordering me to
clean up after her. It started off with licking up the intense sexual juices
that pooled in her underwear after having an obviously successful date, but it
soon moved on to cleaning out the traces of her boyfriend’s semen that was left
after an intense night in bed. I was envious, but I couldn’t talk back, instead
I had accepted my position as I drank down the thick clumps of white with
jealousy.
It was on her 25th birthday when she announced she was getting married, my
whole family congratulating her as they celebrated their favorite child finally
finding love, but that day meant something entirely different to me, mainly
because it was also the day when I was given a new master. On her 25th
birthday, my little sister finally introduced her older brother to her
boyfriend, now fiance, but not as a respected sibling, but as a sex toy. The
surprise in her fiance's eyes was obvious, but it soon faded away as pure
sadism took over his expression.
As soon as her fiance had discovered about her little hobby, my days have been
getting worse, my mouth constantly filled with my little sister’s muff or her
fiance's cock, my tongue always twirling and pleasuring my masters. Every day
was the same; my mornings filled to the brim with taking care of my masters’
businesses as they relieve themselves in me, my afternoons packed tight with my
masters oral desires as I please them with my mouth, my evenings spent on
cleaning up their messes with clean-up pussy eating and sloppy seconds
blowjobs, my nights jammed with my tongue inside either my sister’s or her
fiance's ass depending on who wanted it most. There were sometimes when I was
given a treat for my good work, my masters’ idea of a reward being a spit
roast, although which end they were each using differed from day to day.
My little sister’s fiance adjusted to the situation much more favorably than
anyone could have imagined, sometimes even visiting our home when he knew that
she wasn’t around just so that he could have me all to himself. I had initially
found it odd that a man attached to my sister would find pleasure in using a
guy like me, even more so when he kisses me violently while pounding my behind
as he reaches around to stroke me, making sure that I come when he was close in
order to create a more pleasurable experience for him when my anal walls
contract, but I had soon realized that he was simply lashing out his
frustrations on me.
I could tell that there were times when my little sister and her fiance would
have little quarrels and fights, judging solely based on how violent my sister
was as soon as she returned home, and that the fights were usually because of
how her fiance was treating her in bed. It had thus made sense that my little
sister’s fiance would visit when she wasn’t around and use me like a toy,
pounding me and fucking me without even caring about how I was feeling, my body
the only outlet for his sadistic desires and his frustrations. I didn’t care
though, I was already happy enough with the pleasure my master could give me.
My life finally reached its peak when my little sister and her fiance had
gotten married; the two of them moving in together into a small home in a
suburban neighborhood, of course deciding that I would be coming with them. I
was slightly happy when they had decided to bring me along, my lack of
qualifications and human relations meaning that I would die within a week in
the real world, but also because it meant that I could continue to please them.
Although moving into a new environment changed little for me, my duty to my
masters unchanged, the biggest difference was how much more I had to do for my
little sister’s husband.
Before moving, the only thing I had to do for him was warm him up before sex or
clean him up after sex, sometimes even offering my hole for him to use, both to
the pleasure of my sister and in secret. Even my duty as a toilet and nightly
butt warmer was rare with my little sister’s husband, as they were only
necessary on the nights when he had slept over. My responsibilities had
therefore increased as I was now available to my master around the clock; my
tongue acting his towel as I licked the sweat off his body after a morning run,
my lips acting his personal flesh-light as I service him while he was indulging
himself in porn, my backdoor serving as his go-to cum dumpster whenever my
sister wasn’t ‘in the mood’, my life now filled with the responsibility, and
the honor, of serving two masters.
Until that day came…
On the night of my little sister’s anniversary with her husband, the two of
them had decided that they should indulge in a luxurious vacation, the two of
them setting up a one week travel experience halfway across the world. This had
meant nothing to me at the time, but I had soon realised how much it had
affected me. Although my masters had provided a decent amount of pet food for
my consumption as they left on their holiday, they had left nothing for me to
help release my built up desires. I didn’t notice it at the time, but my body
was already dependent on my masters, my cock no longer able to feel pleasure
from my hands and my backdoor only satisfied with the throbbing rod of my
little sister’s husband.
I was in agony, my body desperately craving release; even a drop of sexual
juice from either of my masters was enough to quench my sexual thirst. I had
begun to rummage through the house for any dirty laundry, used condom, sticky
tissue and unwashed clothing I could find, hoping that there was something I
could use to give me my much needed release, but there was nothing. I was thus
forced to endure the pain of not given release, my balls blue and my mind
clouded.
It was no surprise that as soon as my masters had returned from their vacation,
my body snapped. I pounced onto my little sister like a panther, pinning her
down with my hands as I tear apart her recently bought clothing, opening a path
for my now raging erection as I stab her body violently, using her body against
her will as she cried out in pain, her husband grabbing me by the waist as he
tries to pull me off of her, although it was completely futile. I continued to
thrust into my little sister’s dry pussy with frustration, my groans almost
wild as I fell victim to my carnal desires, my masters unable to stop my
rampage, leaving them with no other choice but to watch and endure. As soon as
I was done, my entire life’s worth of essence now deposited into my little
sister’s fertile womb, I could feel my body collapse onto my little sister, my
energy spent as I faded into unconsciousness.
Once I had woken up, I had realized I was tied down to my masters’ bed, my arms
and legs bound to the bedpost as my masters glare at me, rage plastered all
over their face. I could tell that I had hurt my little sister, both by her
puffy eyes and her husband’s almost death-like glare, and that I was about to
pay the iron price for my wrongdoings. I cried and begged for mercy,
apologizing repeatedly for my masters to spare my life, to forgive my one
mistake.
“Don’t worry… We won’t kill you…” My little sister giggles wickedly as she
pulls out a knife from behind her back, before hovering the blade right above
my crotch, “We’ll just have to remove something that all masters do to
disobedient male pets…” My little sister grins creepily as she places the cold
steel against my warm sac, slowly dragging the blade across as a sharp pain is
sent coursing through my body.
I cried pathetically, begging my little sister to forgive her older brother of
his mistakes, that I wouldn’t do anything like that again and that she didn’t
have to go that far, but I soon realized that it was all for nothing, my little
sister had made up her mind and there was nothing I can do to stop it.
“Older brother? What are you muttering about? You’re just a disobedient pet…”
My little sister exclaims as she flicks her wrist quickly, the sharp blade
slicing through my fragile skin as a torrent of blood comes squirting out of my
now lifeless sac, my body screaming in pain as my little sister continues to
hack and cut every cord, every tube, every last fragile bit of my prized jewels
without mercy, my little sister laughing maniacally as she chops up the only
part of me that had made me a man, her hands coated in blood and the dying
final generation of my little sperms.
From that day on I no longer felt the need for release, accepting my duty as a
slave and toilet gracefully as I pleasured my masters and catered to their
every whim, whether it is sexual or not. Soon after that incident, my little
sister had discovered that she was pregnant, and that it was not her husband’s.
After little thought and deliberation, my little sister grins at me as she
tells me she was going to keep the child, and that I should be happy that I
would be getting a new master or mistress soon, one who would just love her
daddy.
I can’t wait…
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