by Writing Shark
Only one last step for Cathy
She comes home late at night, as she always does. Her mother greets her, asks how her day was, and Cathy lies. She only thinks about Ethan. Then she sees her brother, waves shyly at him and he smiles back. And her heart beats faster at the thought that she is doing what he likes, what he has ordered.
She gratefully holds her sandwich out to him, smiles as he spits on it and enjoys the taste of it. Dinner is fantastic and Cathy is happy. Everyone at the table notices and the mood is good.
But Cath only has eyes for Ethan, her annoying little brother. The bastard who enslaved her. She thinks these things and doesn’t get shocked because she knows she’s lying to herself. Her enslavement is the best thing that has happened to her. She has never felt so safe, so protected, so useful, so… right.
While Ethan spoons his soup, Cathy does the same. And while her stepfather tells his wife about his day, Cathy realizes the simple truth that she has fallen in love with her brother.
And she is not shocked.
Ethan looks at her, then his eyes widen as he interprets her gaze correctly. And Cathy’s face turns red.
“I’ll do it for you,” she says again and clears the table for Ethan so he can have a good time in his room. Then she prepares for the night and goes to her room too. She lies on her bed and stares at the ceiling. Cathy realizes what she has become and shudders as the horror returns. She doesn’t want it, but the sheer horror takes her by surprise so that she can’t escape it.
It doesn’t take long for the tears to come. She has fallen in love with her raping, hurting, brutal little brother. Loves that he brutally rapes and punishes her like an animal. Is giddy for his touch and praises. Does as he tells her to please him like a little teenager in love.
Today was the worst day of her life and alone in her room Cathy weeps bitterly over her fate. Her grief overcomes her will to survive and soon she thinks of Ethan and what he has done to her. She knows about his rules and screams her pain into her pillow as the cramps pound through her body like napalm.
She hates Ethan.
Zap! Screams.
She doesn’t want any of this.
Zap! Screams. Tears.
What can she do to make him stop?
Zap! Zap! Zap!
And then her will to fight for the day is broken.
Crying, trembling and with aching limbs, she lies in bed, sweaty and exhausted, drooling and ugly.
There is no escape. Ethan is right. She’s too stupid to understand, will always fight and always lose. And for what? Why should she fight? Her brain has tortured her again and again and Cathy admits it to herself. The thought that stopped the shocks was that she deserved it. Ethan is right.
Cathy struggles to sit up and enjoys the addictive calm, the serenity, the relaxed breathing. No pain. She has Ethan to thank for that. And relieved, she realizes that she won’t be shocked. She now knows exactly what she has to do to be happy.
What are her alternatives? To mourn her old life and be tortured by her own body? That’s what she wants.
Zap!
But there is a way out. Her body doesn’t allow any games, tactics or strategies. But there is a way out.
She can submit to her brother.
She can love Ethan.
“No pain,” she murmurs. All she has to do is surrender to her brother and be the loving, submissive sister he wants her to be. Can she do that? She’s already proven it. Ethan has made sure that she is only shocked under certain circumstances. He hasn’t trapped her. He gave her a way out. He guided her, made her better. Because he loves her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t want to fuck her.
“Ethan likes me.” Cathy knows that’s not really her own thoughts but she’s not in pain and that’s right. And yes, maybe Ethan is nice to her when she’s nice to him. After all, she really hasn’t been a nice sister lately.
Zap!
She’s never been a nice sister. But she can change that.
“Yeah?” You can’t believe it. So soon.
“Can I come in? Please?”
“My God,” you whisper, “it’s working.” There is only on step left for her, you think. Then you get up and open the door for Cathy.
In front of you is not the spoiled, self-confident beast but an insecure shy little girl who needs your help. A girl you can rely on. A girl in sexy black lingerie.
“I thought…” She’s really nervous, kind of cute. “I thought I could keep you company tonight?” You act smug.
“You don’t usually do that. What’s wrong with you?” For a second you think Cathy is going to strangle you and you prepare yourself for the shock.
“I’ve been thinking…” You snort contemptuously. You realize you’ve netted her, but you’re not going to let her off that easily after all these years. “I’ve been trying to think. I don’t want pain, Ethan. You… You’re too strong for me. And I want to be a good sister to you.” A tear trickles down her cheek but there is no punishment. “Submission is better than pain. You have won. I’m not strong enough to stand up to you. Not intelligent enough.” And you see it. You see it in her eyes. She means it.
“Sit with me,” you say and flop down on your bed. While Cathy follows you, you turn on the TV on the wall. “Not there.” You push her roughly to the floor. “You don’t have bed privileges yet.”
“Sorry about that. I’m confused.”
Together you watch one of your shows. Cathy hates that kind of thing, you know that, but she’s very quiet, crouching at your feet and watching something with you that she doesn’t like, but you do.
“Why did you dress like that?” you finally ask and you see her wince. Maybe she was hoping you’d forget about her outfit, but her tits are just perfectly highlighted by the black fabric.
“I wanted to please you.” You hear her sob. “I know that I… That I can serve you like this.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Your fingers slide under the clasp of her bra and push the string aside. One of her brushes pops out into the open and her sobs intensify.
“No,” she whispers without looking at you.
“I don’t like this Cathy” you reply sternly.
“I’m sorry Ethan. I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay,” you grumble, “I wanted honesty from you. And we both know you’d let me fuck you right now if I wanted to.” Cathy can only nod. “Say it.” She turns her head towards you, her cheeks wet with tears, but she smiles desperately.
“I’d let you fuck me right here, right now little brother.”
“Good girl.” You pat her on the head. “Tell you what. The show’s more interesting than your cunt anyway.” Your sister doesn’t know what to say to that. Then her eyes get big as you pull down your comfy pants. “But you don’t need your mouth right now.”
Cathy hesitates for a second, but not long enough to be shocked. Maybe she senses that she’s about to be naughty herself, but before she can punish herself, she swings herself up onto her knees and slides between your spread legs.
Your evening has never been so relaxing.
Writing Shark 