by Writing Shark
A perfect big sister
You’ve never seen Cathy cry so hard. You’ve never seen anyone cry so hard. Cathy claws at you in panic as her tears soak through your shirt and her hot breath heats your skin and her naked, battered breasts press against yours shivering under her panuced breasts. Her shoulders rise and fall as you hold her tightly and stroke her head reassuringly. For minutes you soothe the girl who presses against you like a frightened animal. You feel sorry for her, truly sorry. But you feel no remorse either. Cathy deserved it, you both know that. And it was her idea, which you now carry out with cold understanding.
“Okay,” she whispers and lifts her head from your chest. She looks like a small child, red eyes, puffy cheeks, wet with tears and snot under her nose. “Do it.” You kiss her gently on the forehead.
“We both know it’s the right decision.”
“N…Y…Yes. You’re right brother. Please do it.” Her reasoning made sense. “This is the best way I can serve you.” You both know that deep inside her is still the real Cathy, angry, prudish and fearful and that the nice, soft and submissive Cathy, the contented Cathy is just a construct, made for you.
“I want my real sister.” You told her that and now you repeat it now. “I want to own the real Cathy.”
“Yes brother,” she sobs. You both know what it will cost her but your Cathy has already accepted it and the real Cathy has no choice but to give in to you.
“Better pain now than again and again,” you say her words.
“Yes,” she sobs, “better pain now than again and again.” You kiss her on the forehead again. A kiss goodbye. You will erase the real Cathy, wipe her from this earth with pain, and what will remain is the good Cathy who loves you and only wants the best for you. Only you. You’ve already thought of a plan.
“Don’t be afraid,” you comfort her, “you’ll love your new life.”
“I like myself the way I am now,” your sister confesses shyly and with a fleeting smile. “I’m afraid you’ll turn me into something I don’t like.” Then she shakes her head. “I don’t care what’s wrong with me. That’s the bad Cathy in me. Please make her go away. I only want you in my life now, Master.”
You kiss her on the mouth, lovingly and full of affection. You taste her salty tears, feel her soft, trembling lips. Then the time has come.
The simple mattress in the tool shed in your garden doesn’t do justice to your sister’s natural beauty, but the leather hand and ankle cuffs that stretch tightly to the walls make you look forward to the adventures here as soon as you have made your sister perfect.
“I’m so proud of you Cathy. And I really love you.” She smiles, then opens her mouth. She gave you the money for the gag and restraints you bought at the local seedy adult store. Now you stuff her mouth, check her limbs again, then you are satisfied. Then you bend over her body… and hesitate. Then you no longer hesitate. No more hesitation.
“Cathy,” you say in an iron voice. Her eyes fix on you. “Here is your new reality.” Her eyes widen with joyful anticipation and also fear. She knows she will be in pain, even though you haven’t told her what to expect. “From now on you are a lesbian. You’ve always been a lesbian.” Cathy moans into her gag in panic. “But it never fulfilled you, because no matter how many girls you’ve licked and how many tongues you’ve had between your thighs, your one great, true love… is me.” Cathy screams in terror but it gets better. “You’ve always been in love with me and my cock is the only one that makes you really wet. You’re a lesbian because all the other men aren’t enough for you and only I can give you what you need. You love me as a brother and want me as a lover. Your old rules still apply but you know that you have always felt the way I told you to and that I own you is a dream come true for you. Obeying me makes you wet and willing and you love me for owning you, commanding you and changing you with pain. You were created for me and living under me is your destiny in life.”
That should be enough to make Cathy the person she wants to be for you. You rise to your feet, her panicked eyes following you as her stomach rises and falls jerkily. Then you watch the pain begin as your Cathy pulls back and makes room for the real Cathy. Her eyes plead with you but you just shake your head.
“Goodbye, sister.” Then you turn your back to her as her body strains against the restraints.
You have a date with Jenna.
You’ve dreamed of this moment your whole life. So many times you’ve imagined yourself standing here, in Jenna’s garden. You’ve prepared yourself as if for a date, washed, combed your hair and put on your best shirt. But you did that for yourself. You know that Jenna is not the girl you fell in love with. Normally that would break your heart but from now on you can break Jenna instead. You know she’s home, you’ve seen her from the shadow of the apple tree in her room. The small stone in your hand doesn’t feel like he has any weight. You are not afraid.
Clack
Jenna comes to the window, sees you, and her face tells you everything. Indignation and amusement. You’ve seen it many times before. Nevertheless, she opens the window. Her last mistake.
“What do you want Ethan? Do you want me to call Jason on you again?” You don’t respond. Your voice is calm and serene as the cold death.
“Go downstairs. Tell your parents I’m a good friend from school who’s tutoring you. Let me in. Take me to your room. And be nice about it.”
“Go fuck…” You actually grin as you watch her fall back from the window and then disappear. The knowledge that you’ve stung her is enough to trigger the pain and bind Jenna to you.
You wait outside the window. It took a few minutes for Cathy. Only a few seconds for Jenna. That gives you hope that you won’t have to torture the poor thing too much.
Just enough.
Jenna doesn’t even come back to the window. You see her jump up, her hair swirling around, then you hear her bedroom door open and close. You make your way to the front door and ring the bell.
You’re not nervous.
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