Adjusting the sisters

MICHELLE

Did... Did he really just say what I think he said?

No.

This...

This was so... so far from normal.

I wanted to slap him. I needed to slap him. Take Janice, the car and leave him out here all alone.

Make him realize, that saying shit like that... it has repercussions.

That... That he can't just...

Why the fuck was I putting myself through this? Just so... Just so that he could forgive me, and... and I'd have a normal sexlife with Maddy again?

That... There was no way it was worth all this.

I could feel the hate and anger swelling up again.

Like that moment he... he actually claimed... that he was dating Janice.

...

THEY BOTH HAD TO BE PRANKING ME!

ESPECIALLY WITH THIS DOG-PLAY BULLSHIT!

Yeah, fuck her too. She was in on this.

On this... stupidest, meanest joke I had ever heard.

I'm taking the car and leaving them here.

I couldn't handle this anymore.

I had to go see Maddy. Take the longest shower of my life and forget any of this ever happened.

Yeah. Shower.

Scrub off all this humiliation, embarrassment, loss of my independence, pain... and, well...

There was still some of that pie in my hair... I could feel it.

I wanted to slap him.

I needed to slap him.

Yet...

When I looked at him...

I had trouble lifting even my little finger.

There was this... unexplainable aura... that... well, recently... It was... Was it all in my mind? But the way he acted, the way he ordered me around... he was like some sort of...

Well... slapping him... the amount of courage I needed to gather for that... I could imagine it was the same amount one needed to slap the president... or some general of the army... or a vicious, dominating prize fighter...

I was too... scared to do that.

But... he just told my sister to get naked, and I... can't just... I needed to... I wanted to... he can't...

"Michelle. Calm down," he suddenly said to me. "I can see you fuming in your pretty little head again. This needs to happen for everyone's sake. This will help both of you get closer."

No. No. This is not real. No.

"And... I have to say... Right now... The fact that you haven't yelled at me yet... I'm actually very proud of you. One of the most important duties a wifey has, is knowing when to be quiet. You're showing some real restraint. Very good."

No... no... noo....

Please...

No... I hate that... that those words...

Those... warm, fuzzy, nice, kind- demeaning, words...

They make me so wet.

Every time.

I could feel everything turning slick down there.

My heart racing a little faster.

My knees getting weaker.

My nipples peaking against the fabric.

And... and...

I rubbed my knees together... and my toes curled up.

My pussy... just... burning up.

It felt like I was having sex... Without actually having sex.

It... Something just had to penetrate me... soon... just... why can't I...

Ngggh... Ohgodd....

My brain was melting...

This... This shouldn't be how someone's body reacts... not after what he just told my sister to do!!

I WANTED TO SLAP HIM, NOT... NOT YEARN FOR HIS BIG HUGE DICK THAT HE USED TO FUCK THOSE TWO WHORES OUT OF THEIR TINY LITTLE MINDS!!!!!

Ohgod I was turning into a fucking sex-depraved lunatic.

"There you go. I can see that initial anger melting away now. That's a good little wifey."

Oh God... those words felt so good...

Almost like his hands were on my...

NO! WHY IS MY PUSSY THROBBING EVERYTIME HE SAYS SOMETHING WONDERF- BELITTLING LIKE THAT?!?

"It's nice... that we can all come together like this," he continued.

At least that's what I think he said. I had trouble listening to anything, my heart was still pounding so fast...

He turned his eyes to Janice.

He smiled.

Yeah, hey, wait... What about Janice? Why... Why wasn't she slapping...

FWUMP.

Wait.

Was...

Was that her shirt?

It... It was....

Her shirt just fell on the picnic blanket next to me. (JANICE: +1SP) (+89SP)

Nononononono.

I can't- no, this, no.

This simply isn't real.

My sister, she can't- damned! It was still so hard to focus on anything! My body was still pulsating from all the praises he just said to me, and- It was like a fever. This awful, neverending, never satisfied horniness that was eating my brain cells!

But- I had to **** myself.

I had to look.

...

It was... It was real.

Janice was removing her pants now.

The shirt was gone. Only thing covering her breasts was her black, lacy bra.

I wanted to say something to her... Tell her to run... Escape as quick as she could... But nothing came out.

She didn't even look at me.

She had this silent, blank expression... her cheeks were red with embarrassment, and... and didn't look like someone who was actually enjoying this.

Wasn't she supposed to be enjoying this? If she wanted to be a... Oh God... dog?

"The thing about being Janice's boyfriend... is that I know she likes orders. She actually wants to be told, what to do. Just like dogs do. It's one of those things she had to disguise most of her life. So yeah... she may be a little embarrassed doing this... but trust me. Secretly she loves every second of this."

That's... You couldn't come up with a more un-Janice-like description of somebody.

She was the one who always gave the orders. Even to me, and I was- well- pretty headstrong myself.

I couldn't imagine her actually doing this for someone, least of all to... Jack?

This was so beyond fucked up.

And now she was stepping out of her pants already.

Now she just stood there in her bra and panties.

Surely... This was enough, right?

No.

I guess not.

There was just one quick look between Janice and Jack...

And now her hands slipped behind her back.

She was about to take off her bra.

This was really, really happening.

Can't- Can't I do anything to stop this?

It made no sense.

Was- Was she really doing this willingly? Or was Jack forcing this somehow?

No... surely Janice could decide for herself, she was the most willful person I had ever known... But... Then again... Why the fuck was I allowing Jack to do all this stuff to me?

I- it's not like I was being held here at gunpoint, but...

Really, the only thing that made any sense...

Was that Jack had some sort of... supernatural power over both of us?

...No, no, I wasn't that insane yet. That can't be the reason.

The only... only logical explanation for any of this...

Was that I desperately wanted Jack to forgive me...

and Janice...

Janice wanted to be a dog.

...

It sounded extremely stupid in my head...

But the "supernatural power"-thing sounded even more stupid.

Her bra just dropped onto the blanket.

Christ.

My sister had her tits naked. Outside. Where anybody could see them.

Thank God there didn't seem to be a soul around.

I refused to look up. I didn't want to see them. I didn't want any of this.

I turned to Jack.

He was definitely staring at them and grinning.

Staring at my sister's tits.

And grinning.

With his... massive dick making a sizeable tent in his pants.

...just seeing that...

My mind started drifting again.

If... If I just pulled... just a little bit on that zipper... I could... I mean I could just look at it, you know, to see if it was actually fully erect, and- and maybe...

No No No. Stop it Michelle.

WHY ARE YOU CONSTANTLY FORGETTING YOU'RE A LESBIAN?!

Janice's panties fell on the ground. I came back to my senses, and took my eyes off his dick.

It felt like my brain was about to split. I couldn't handle this. I really really couldn't.

I think I might go insane.

"Bravo, Janice. You just cleared a huge hurdle. I'm so proud of you", the pig said.

Janice remained quiet. I tried everything I could not to look in her direction.

Jack turned to me. "Don't you want to see your sister toned, athletic body at its purest? It really is a beautiful sight."

I begged him with my eyes.

Please.

Please don't make me do this.

I should have slapped him, but...

I begged.

"Fine. I don't want to **** things too much," he said.

The fucking gall for him to say that.

He seemed to reach for his phone- and all of a sudden Janice wasn't standing anymore.

She was back on all fours, her hands all over my shoddily made muffins.

I didn't mind... if those things got squashed.

Less of a chance of him tasting them. And- And me wearing them.

Oh God. Janice was actually starting to growl again.

Was she back to... being... that thing?

"Come here," Jack said snapping his fingers at Janice.

This... This amount of humiliation and ordering her around... And still she walked on all fours towards him.

It hurt my brains.

And... And she was actually naked. It wasn't a joke, she was actually all... nude.

I covered my face with my hands. I didn't want to see a glimpse of this insanity.

I pretended I was somewhere else.

In my Maddy's arms... This weekend long behind me... Holding her while her sweet little lips comforted me... all over my body... Her artful tongue snaking straight at my-

No, shit... Why am I still this horny?! None of this nightmare that I was on should be making me HORNY!!!! Yet I was hornier each second that went by!! I still- I STILL couldn't believe how I humiliated myself by offering my body to that... THAT FUCKING PIG!

CLICK.

What... What was that sound? No, never mind, I didn't want to know. I wasn't here. I was with Maddy.

"Give me your hand, Michelle," Jack said.

No. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to know what he was planning now. I just wanted to-

Sigh. It didn't matter. His words... they felt almost... all-powerful. Even if my mind wanted to disobey... My body wasn't able to.

I still kept my eyes closed, though.

He placed something in my hand.

It felt... leathery?

"Open your eyes, dear."

Ngh.... Nggghhhh....

The fight was pointless. Like it had been all weekend.

He just... got his way. Over and over again.

The first thing I needed to see was what actually I had in my hand.

It was that... that leather leash thing he had dug out of his-

No wait, this leash, it was connected to something, it couldn't be-

Oh God.

Oh... Oh Jan.

OH GOD, I WAS ACCIDENTALLY PULLING ON THE LEASH HARD!

I WAS **** HER!

I dropped the leash on the ground in terror, and muttered some sort of too-quiet-to-hear apology.

She breathed harder... and looked so... angry.

What... What do I do?

I... I couldn't do anything else, but... but stare at the impossible sight in front of me.

Her admittedly impressive naked body, there, collared, like a ****, in front of me...

I was totally speechless.

"You're doing well dear. I know it's a lot to take in... But I'm proud of how well you're still handling this."

No! No, don't make me- me feel all weird again! No! God! Jack, no! Fuck!

STOP PRAISING ME LIKE THAT! eventhoughitfeelsreallysofuckinggood....

My nipples were standing in attention, I was shivering with pleasure, and... and...

FUCK! I don't want- want my pusssssy leaking, while I, while I hold this thing and look- look at her-

I KNOW I'M A LESBIAN, BUT I DON'T WANT TO FEEL HORNY WHILE SEEING MY SISTER'S MAGNIFICENT BODY!!!

NO PLEASE NOOO!!! WHY CAN'T- MY BODY- LISTEN TO...

"Come, get up. We'll be taking this bitch for walkies."