by Writing Shark
New rules for your sister
“New rule” it occurs to you as you get dressed. “Hey, are you listening to me, Cunt?” Cathy lies motionless on her stomach, legs spread, face in her pillows. A thin strand of your cum runs down between her sore labia onto the sheet. Next time you better fuck her in her room.
“Yes Ethan” you hear her weak voice, muffled through the thin sheets.
“New rule. Birth control is the girl’s responsibility.”
“Yes, Ethan.”
“Good girl. Get some rest. Then wash.” That she should act normal in front of your mother you have already ordered her. You use the shower, then go downstairs fresh and with light steps.
“Is your sister okay?” your mother asks from the living room. “She seemed in such a hurry today.”
“Everything’s great Mom,” you call out, grinning. “Cathy wanted to help me with something.” Your mom walks over to you.
“But don’t forget to do your own part, okay honey? I need help around the house.” This is typical of your mother. Your father is hardly around and she takes out her anger at his absence on the only other man in the house. Her husband brings home good money and yet she is so proud of the little bit Cathy does that she almost forgets about you, even though you are still in school. Your mother just isn’t interested in your technical skills.
“I’m not, Mom.” The woman doesn’t see your face. “Cathy volunteered to help me.” You sit down at the kitchen table and make yourself a sandwich. Raping your sister has worked up an appetite. “I think she feels guilty for neglecting me like this.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Ethan,” scolds your mother. “And remember, she’s the older one.”
“And so she should have some responsibility.” Your mother knows she’s wrong, but at that moment Cathy walks into the room. She’s playing really well, but you can see that she’s acting more cautiously, her eyes scanning the room, finding you, and her posture becoming even more submissive. Your mother doesn’t notice any of this.
“Hi, honey. How was your day?”
“Good,” Cathy murmurs, sitting down next to you. She hangs her head and looks at you shyly from the side.
“Your dad should be home any minute. Dinner’s almost ready, too.” And then, whether consciously or not, your mother does what she always does when a man gets too close. “Ethan thinks you have some weird guilt about him?” Her voice betrays what she thinks of this bullshit. Cathy, on the other hand, is wide-eyed and looks at you for help as your mom disappears back into the kitchen. You don’t help your sister, just eat your sandwich and test Cathy.
“That’s right Mom,” she says quickly, waiting for the pain, then looking relieved.
“Oh honey, that’s nonsense” your mom tries to help. “And Ethan, stop eating. I’ve been trying so hard and you’re going to ruin everything.”
“I’ve had a busy day” you defend yourself with a grin. “You’d be shocked how stubborn some people are.” And then something good happens.
“But not for long bro,” Cathy says suddenly, looking at you for help. She holds her stomach, something must have made her break the rules. You don’t care, you see with satisfaction that in front of witnesses, your sister gets the physical reactions that can be explained by a bad stomach. Her mind punishes her in a devilishly efficient way. “No one can resist you for long.” And she actually pats your shoulder in a ridiculously clumsy attempt to be there for you. Still, it’s more than you’ve experienced in years.
“Would you like me to make you a sandwich?” you ask kindly, actually meaning it.
“Yes please.”
“Cathy I told you we’d eat in a minute.”
“It’s okay mom, I just think it’s nice that Ethan takes care of me like this.” You have to concentrate not to laugh out loud while making your sister a sandwich as well. Meanwhile, her stomach relaxes as she follows your rules but her face looks miserably sad.
“Here you go, sister.” You hand her the food and she reaches out with her fingers. “Oh wait, I forgot something.” You lift off the top slice, bend over, and let a thick gush of spit drip onto the salad. Cathy turns white as a sheet, her face contorts in anger, then pain, then relaxes in sad resignation. “It’s better now.” You hold out the sandwich to her.
“Thank you… brother.” And she bites into it.
“I’m really not that hungry” mumbles Cathy half an hour later as your father offers her seconds.
“That’s because you listened to your brother” grumbles your mother.
“Nonsense.” You’ve never talked to her like that before but the feel of the cartridge in your pants makes you grin at the words. “Cathy just thinks she needs to lose more weight. But you look great sis.” You push the plate over to her. “Eat some more.” You know it’s more than she usually eats but Cathy hesitantly reaches over and takes a second helping. “Your little brother is just worried about you.”
“Thank you, Ethan.” As she eats, you witness your family’s nightly ritual at the dinner table. Your mother complains in a typical female passive-aggressive way that your father works too much and your father just grumbles that he wants to provide for the family. In his place, you would also spend as little time as possible with this woman. Like you, your father came to this family full of hope, but it seems that his money is the only thing that gets your stepmother wet between her admittedly nice legs. This would also explain why Cathy, with her small income from her part-time job at the university and her secret income from the Internet, is above you in the hierarchy.
But what’s new this evening is your stepsister’s behavior. Cathy doesn’t talk much, doesn’t look at her cell phone, but only furtively squints over at you while she dutifully eats her plate. Her silence allows you to talk with your father, and a little with your mother, and when your father tells a joke he heard at work, you laugh heartily with him… and Cathy laughs too, a little forced but eager to please you.
The food tastes like nothing but Cathy struggles through her dinner while Ethan talks to his father. Where Cathy is quiet and submissive, Ethan is outgoing and lively, otherwise, the roles would be reversed, and her mother doesn’t like that. But Cathy just hopes the woman doesn’t make dinner harder for her by turning on Ethan. Cathy is so afraid of the pain. When her brother said she felt guilty, she knew it wasn’t true. Immediately her stomach cramped and her head began to throb until she realized it was true, made herself think it was true. I really should have been there for him more. She hadn’t really believed the thought, at first, but the pain was gone and she was relieved.
“I’ll do that for you, bro,” she says about an hour later and takes over the duty of clearing the table. Ethan thanks her and smiles like a little brother does and then goes upstairs while Cathy clears the table. Then she does the same as Ethan, goes upstairs to the bathroom, washes up and gets ready for the night.
Writing Shark 