Blonde bimbos

Yes, you like this plan. You think it might be funny if you can pull this off... if you can make your sister, the girl who once tricked you into drinking a glass of old milk, who once took the car one night when she knew you were doing to meet s girl, if you can make her transform herself into something ridiculous for you.

Carrie sighs “I kinda wanna fuck... not get involved in a sibling prank war.”

“You said anything,” you remind her. Which she has to admit that you’re right. “Trust me. It’ll be fun.” You say. And you sense she doesn’t trust you, but she’s along for the ride.

That day she colors her hair platinum blonde so the next time she sees Emily for a secret liaison she can sell the idea.

“He’s into this now. Like really. I think if this was your look, he’d be all over you.”

“What did she say?” You ask Carrie when she reports back a few days later.

“She asked if I thought there was any other way.” Carrie tells you. “And I said ‘no’”

The next time you see Emily, a couple weeks later, you notice that she’s growing her hair out. You don’t say anything about it. And you notice that she fails to pretend like she’s seeing Carrie’s platinum locks for the first time. Because she’s seen them already, draped over her own naked body as her girlfriend pleasured her deeply, no doubt.

“I think we need to take this to the next level” you say to Carrie a bit later. “Next time you’re fucking her, I think you should call her a dumb bimbo slut, and feel free to smack her around a little.”

“I should feel free to do that?” Carrie asks with a half smile.

“Yeah and report back to me how it goes.”

“It um... it went well” Carrie says a week later. “It went really well... she came.”

“Sure but she always cums right? You said so yourself.”

“She came hard.” Carrie insists. She almost seems shook by the experience. “I put on a big strapon I told her to call me your name. And I called her my dumb fucking bimbo sister. And I fucked her hard.” Carrie shakes her head. “And she came seven times.”

You laugh. “Is that even possible?”

“I have to admit.” Carrie says “I was skeptical about this bimbo thing. But I think you may have tapped into something primal within your sister.”

You’re proud of yourself “so... when will she be ready?”

“Oh she’s ready” Carrie says. “If you want her right now, I’ll text her. She’s ready.”

An hour later you open your front door and take a look at your sister. You look her up and down. “Hi Em,” You say “you look like...”