Enemy Sister

I rushed into my room with trash bags, falling, my sister tripping me. I crashed violently to the floor, my knees burning on impact. My sister stood over me, a cruel smile tugging at her lips.

"Too slow, you little slut," she whispered, digging her heel into my back. The pain radiated up my spine, forcing a whimper from my mouth.

"S-Sorry, Mistress," I stammered, trying to get up. Her fingers dug roughly into my hair, eliciting a muffled cry as she pulled me toward the open closet.

Licking the soles of my shoes, she lifted her stockinged feet.

I gritted my teeth at the sight of the soles of her black pumps, smeared with dust and street debris. A shiver of disgust ran down my spine as I sank deeper into the ground, my trembling hands gripping her ankles.

"Faster," she growled, forcing my head toward the ground with sadistic pressure. The first lick made the acrid taste of rubber and dirt rise in my throat.

My breath hitched in my throat as my tongue slowly dragged over the caked grime of the sole. Every bit of dirt clung to my taste buds, the metallic taste of the pavement and the bitterness of the residue making me **** with disgust. The tip of her pump suddenly dug under my chin, forcing me to look up into her mocking face.

"Deeper, scum," she murmured, applying pressure that made me wince.

My tongue worked frantically, scraping the sole with **** submission as saliva mixed with grime dripped down my chin. My sister's fingers tightened in my hair, drawing a muffled moan from me as she **** me to lick more vigorously.

"Good, little female dog," she sneered, licking the soles of my shoes, she lifted her stockinged feet.

I gritted my teeth at the sight of the soles of her black pumps, smeared with dust and street debris. A shiver of disgust ran down my spine as I knelt deeper, my trembling hands gripping her ankles.

"Faster," she growled, forcing my head toward the ground with sadistic pressure. The first lick made the acrid taste of rubber and dirt rise in my throat.

My breath hitched in my throat as my tongue slowly dragged over the caked grime on the sole. Every bit of dirt clung to my taste buds, the metallic taste of the pavement and the bitterness of the residue making me gag in disgust. The tip of her pump suddenly dug under my chin, forcing me to look up into her mocking face.

"Deeper, scum," she murmured, applying pressure that made me wince.

My tongue worked frantically, scraping the sole with **** submission as saliva mixed with grime dripped down my chin. My sister's fingers tightened in my hair, drawing a muffled moan from me as she **** me to lick harder.

"Good, little female dog," she sneered.

She gestured for me to continue.

• Believe me, I won't forgive you, you'll pay for it a hundredfold. I lost my boyfriend because of you. I loved him.

Luckily, I was finishing in time when Mom and Dad entered. Dad pressed himself against me, and his hand slipped under my short maid's skirt. His hand found my sex, which he began to harass. I couldn't hold back a moan.

• You see, with a little motivation, you can discipline yourself, he said.

His fingers sank more cruelly inside me, kneading my wet flesh with sadistic precision. I bit my lip to stifle a cry, but my body betrayed my shame by arching in spite of myself. The recent climax had left my nerves on edge, and every movement of his hand drew ragged gasps from me.

• Suddenly he stopped, leaving me stunned, frustrated, and amused, saying, "Don't forget, it's our goodwill that matters, not your selfish, little female dog pleasure. Go prepare dinner."