by Writing Shark
You present your new toy to the world
You look like a complete idiot as you wobble around on the club dance floor like a zombie. But you don’t have to be embarrassed. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about after the last few days and you marvel the fact that a few rapes can have on your life. And here everyone only has eyes for the bombshell next to you in her skin-tight black evening dress, her made-up hair in a high loose bun and her hooker high heels.
Cathy is just perfect. She dances seductively next to you to the beats of the deafening music, moves her body, touches you, dances with you and leads you in a feminine, gentle way so that all eyes are on Cathy while she is a perfect complement to you. It feels amazing to dance with a sexy older girl for the sake of her enslaving and that she is your broken big sister is unknown to anyone here. Here you are her boyfriend and master and Cathy is trying her hardest to get her sexy boyfriend to fill all her greedy holes tonight.
“They’re all looking at us,” she screams in your ear, trying to be sexy, which is hard to do with loud music. But her hot lips on your neck are sign enough and you see the looks of two girls next to you as she presses herself against you. In response, you move your hands to her bulging ass and grab it while you fix your eyes on one of the girls. Her friend quickly pulls her off the stage as Cathy starts rubbing against you like a hooker.
Her ass presses against your crotch as the music suppresses her excited breathing as well as the shocked moans of those around you as the sexy girl clearly offers herself to you like a piece of meat. Everything is so perfect.
“You’re incredibly sexy when you dance, darling.” Cathy winks at you as she sits down in the box with you, further away from the music, looking at the dance floor. Giggling happily, your companion slides next to you and leans against you, her lips on your neck and cheek again, her hands on your body while you come down from the high of dancing. “It’s so much better than with Anna,” she breathes into your ear and runs her tongue over your skin. “I love you so much, Ethan.”
“I could get used to that,” you simply say and sip your expensive drink (i.e. paid for by Cathy). “Free drinks always taste better.”
“You shouldn’t pay for anything here,” your sister purrs, not bothered by the fact that you ignore her advances. Instead, she tries a different way. “These peasants are lucky to have someone like you with them,” she says, sliding her manicured fingers into your crotch. You sit up straighter as she works on the bulge in your pants. “Just the fact that you shit here is worth more than the lives of everyone in this dirty place.” You look at her mischievously.
“You really need it,” you say spitefully and Cathy nods like an eager schoolgirl.
“Mhm. Yes brother” she says, voice pregnant with animalistic desire. “I need your cock to survive.” Her movements become more purposeful. “I’m nothing without your cock, Ethan. Just dirt under your feet. Just being able to touch you is more than I could buy with my life.” You giggle at that. “Do you like this brother? Do you like humiliating me? Then this stupid cunt likes it too.” She wants to kiss you while her hands go into the waistband of your pants. Then she squeals like a piglet as you push her away with your hand on her face, ignoring the unbelieving looks of those around you. Then you hear one of the girls on the dance floor gasp over the music itself as the rest of your drink lands in Cathy’s face.
You just say “More” without looking at her.
“Yes, darling.” Cathy immediately stands up, grabs her small handbag and rushes over to the bar on her high heels while giving you a look at her shaking ass.
But the shocked looks from the other guests don’t bother you as much as your feelings for Cathy.
I hate this bitch! I hate her!
You’ve been telling yourself that all evening but something in your head knows you’re lying to yourself. Your old sister doesn’t exist anymore. The rebellious, angry, self-confident Cathy has disappeared and in her place is now the submissive, shy, cute girl who will use her money to pay you for an overpriced drink with a wet face and even wetter pussy.
You should hate her. But you can’t hate a cute puppy either.
This can’t be allowed, damn it! She took years of your life away. Years! She ignored and humiliated you. Don’t let her find forgiveness after such a short time.
Sometimes you hate being such a good and noble person.
“Hey there.” The young man standing next to her looks good. Fit, healthy, a confident smile on his lips. Cathy ignores him. But he doesn’t let up. “Everything okay?”
“Of course,” she says and smiles, tasting the alcohol on her tongue that glues on her face.
“What was that about?” asks the man and points to her brother. “A little brother shouldn’t behave like that.” Cathy blinks stupidly at the man. Does he know about Ethan? What should she say? She’s so stupid and useless, she wishes Ethan would be here and sort things out. But she has to learn to be a good sister and Ethan’s words, his orders were clear.
“That’s my boyfriend,” she says firmly. She used to go to the city’s clubs precisely because of guys like that standing in front of her. He is a perfect match for her. But today she only longs to be at the side of the untrained boy who rules her life with an iron fist.
“What? That one?” The man laughs. “Okay.” Then he leans over to her, thinking he’ll have an easy time. “Then you should fire him quickly and find a real man. Here.” He hands her a serving and smiles. “A queen like you deserves better.” Cathy feels sick. And this time it’s not a reaction from the spear in her neck. “I’m Raul.”
“Hello Raul,” she smiles and places her hand on his. That’s why she gets sick. “And goodbye Raul. I need to attend to my king.”
She walks back to Ethan, her chest puffing out proudly. She holds his drink in her hands, hopes he will like it, an offering for her God. Her face is wet and sticky from alcohol, she doesn’t think to clean it. It’s like with his cum on her, everything from Ethan is a holy gift.
She almost longs for the pain back, because it means she will be even better for him. That is her goal in life and she fears he wil dismiss her if she can’t get even better for him.
“Here I am again, darling,” she says and hands Ethan’s drink with a bright smile.
“Well finally,” he snorts, but Cathy knows he’s not really angry. She is his big sister and even though she is very stupid as a girl and woman – how stupid, only a man like Ethan can tell her – she still knows what’s going on inside him. Now that only he is in her silly little head it is so easy to understand him. She feels sick again thinking about how much time she has wasted. For him too. And the longing for the pain becomes stronger.
But her needs don’t matter. As Ethan sips his drink, Cathy plays her role and slowly makes him more and more angry at her by being tender towards him. She knows that he doesn’t want to forgive her yet but is too kind to exercise his right to torture her. A good big sister knows what to do and the spear doesn’t punish her for annoying him. She feels good about it.
He has his slut Jenna for niceties.
Cathy is his big sister.
Writing Shark 