Corner her, and split the spoils!

"What. The. Fuck!" Claire screeches. "You fucking delinquent! I leave you alone for a few hours and... look at this mess!"

Claire strides over to the edge of the sloppy fuck-puddle that used to be your little sister's bed and carpet, and looks down in disgust. "These sheets are ruined! And the carpet, oh hell. Do you know how much it's going to cost to get this cleaned?"

Unbelievable. Claire is more concerned about the state of the house than with her step daughter. You always knew she was a gold digger, but this takes it to a new level! What a shallow bitch.

"Rachel, you are going to go get yourself cleaned up, little miss. And then all three of you are going to sort out this mess!" She sniffs. "And open a fucking window. It stinks in here!"

She turns around and goes to stride out the room. You get there first, and slam the door closed before she can leave. Claire turns to you and scowls. "Not now, buster. I've had a long day at work and I'm in no mood for your games. Let me out."

Keeping one hand on the closed door, you close in on her, pinning her between you and the door. Your face inches from hers. You can smell her designer perfume. She's wearing an expression that's a mixture of anger and confusion. On a bizarre whim, you lean in and kiss her, nipping her upper lip with your teeth. Claire jerks her head back in surprise, the back of her skull thumping against the door. She scowls at you.

"You're so cute when you're angry", you laugh. "And you're not going anywhere."

You go in for another kiss, but Claire ducks down and under your arm, wobbling on high heeled shoes that are somewhere between professional and slutty. She fusses over her tight black pencil skirt, now stained where your cock was pressed up against her. She must have changed into fancier clothing at work - she looks much hotter now than she did in her simple blouse and slacks this morning. You give her the once over. She's wearing black high heels, sheer stockings and a tight, knee length black pencil skirt. Her chest strains against a slim fitting, sheer white blouse. Her hair is tied up professionally, and her make up is similarly classy. Black mascara and red lipstick. Overall, she's dressed to impress with a look that's both stylish and sexy. And with the body you know is underneath, it's little wonder she holds herself in such high regard. If you met her in a business setting you'd probably be a little intimidated by her - if you didn't now hold all the strings, that is.

"Oh my god, David! These things aren't cheap, you know!" Claire moans.

"Um, guys?" Tommy chips in, "Are we cool? Can I... y'know?" He gestures at your little sister.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever. Knock yourself out, man. I'm gonna teach Claire to show some respect. You can have Rachel."

Tommy looks like he just won the lottery. He wastes no time in grabbing both sides of Rachel's head by her wet hair, and dragging her face down to his crotch. "You heard the man. You're mine now, slut!" Rachel looks resigned to her fate, and dutifully opens her mouth for him. She starts sucking on him as he roughly thrusts his cock into her face, and even starts rubbing herself off. If anything, Tommy looks a little disappointed by her cooperation. You feel a little sorry for the guy, and decide to give him what he wants.

"Here, bro. Lemme try something out for you. Claire, don't move." Claire frowns but does as she's told.

You close your eyes and, smiling at the implications of what you're about to do, focus on making the necessary changes.

After just a few moments of concentration, you open your eyes again. "I think I'm getting the hang of this. I think it worked!" It's amazing how even your dull brain can focus given the right incentive. For you, that incentive just happens to be blowjobs.

Tommy checks himself out, then looks at Rachel. "What did you do, man? I don't see anything different." He starts doing comical 360 spins, looking for some sort of change.

Rachel, meanwhile, has noticed the look on your face as you stare unerringly at her. Tommy finally notices you staring at her as well, and raises one eyebrow in a silent question. The seconds tick by. You enjoy watching Rachel's face go through a series of emotions. First confusion, then worry, and finally fear.

"What?", she said, her lower lip staring to tremble. "What the fuck did you do to me, you fucking pervert?!"

You grin at her. "Come here and I'll show you."

She recoils. "No way", she says. "What did you do? What did you fucking do to me?!"

Tommy grabs her hair and yanks her head back forcefully. Rachel yelps. "You'll do as you're told, bitch!", Tommy snaps at her.

"It's okay, Tommy", you say. "Let her go."

He does so, and your sister shoots Tommy a hateful look.

"Don't worry Rach", you say, reassuringly. "It's not as bad as you think. I'm not all bad, I think you'll even enjoy it!"

Rachel looks doubtful as you sit down next to her with a friendly smile. She recoils a little when you reach out to caress her face, but seems to relax a little as you continue to pacify her. "It's gonna be okay, really! I promise! Just let me show you, okay?"

You reach over to her bedside table and grab a tissue from a box. The fear drains out of her as you gently wipe the fluids from her chin. She bites her lower lip. "Um. Okay. I guess."

She even manages a nervous smile as you continue to wipe her face clean for her. It's remarkable how quickly she's returned to her normal friendly, trusting self given your treatment of her. Girls in BJ Universe must simply be incapable of holding a grudge against you. "Thanks", you say with a smile. "Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me."

Rachel giggles nervously, and opens the hole you've grown to know so well over the past day.

"Now stick out your tongue."

She pushes her soft pink tongue out as far as it will go.

You shoot a sly, conspiratorial smirk at Tommy, and then gently tap the very tip of her tongue with one finger.

The effect is immediate, as Rachel doubles over and gags, loudly. The sound of her dry retching fills the room. To her credit, she regains her composure fairly quickly, and scoots away from you to the other side of the bed, looking both nauseous and betrayed.

You burst out laughing, and Tommy joins in. "What just happened, man? You barely touched her!"

Eventually you stop laughing long enough to answer. "I made her gag reflex as strong as I could. If anything so much as touches the inside of her mouth now, she'll be in for a world of nausea. Oh, and I made sure her stomach is empty, too. No need to worry about her throwing up on you any more."

You pause for thought. "Unless you fill her up first, of course!"

Tommy laughs. "Haha, yeah! Awesome, man!"

Rachel, meanwhile, has regained some of her previous defiance. "What the fuck! You fucking jackass! How am I even supposed to eat now?!"

Oh. You hadn't thought about that.

"Don't worry", Tommy says, as he scootches over to her. "I guess I'll just have to help you out by **** feeding you!"

Tommy strokes his cock to full hardness. Your penchant for sloppy blowjobs means that precum is now dribbling from both of your cocks in a constant, slow trickle. The natural cock-lube runs down your angry looking cocks to drip steadily onto the floor.

"And guess what's for dinner!"