A Christmas gift for a naughty boy

You've been going through your subscriptions recently and have been feeling nostalgic for a different time. Back in the day when games and films where physical discs and you owned them. Back in the days of childhood wonder, getting up in the morning of Christmas day to find presents under the Christmas tree.

Your sister was acting like a subscription service that gave you nothing but yap, and you couldn't unsubscribe. In fact, you were pretty sure if you had a lease on her, you would have paid her down in full by now.

It was wrong to objectify people, but damn, some people were just asking for it.

ZAP

The room went white and sound disappeared before slowly coming back. "Ouchie," you heard from a feminine voice. "That hurt my eyes a bit," a person was saying in front of you, but she sounded like a stranger that talked like someone familiar. "I think I prefer the electrical shocks, Marky."

You rub your eyes and blink the stars out of them as you see who is standing in front of you.

In front of you was a black girl in a very slutty green holiday themed lingerie outfit. Small jingle bells were tingling from a fuzzy red pointed hat she was keeping on. She was giving you a wide smile from a gorgeous face outlined by bangs, her black wig straight and reaching her waist.

"Um, Who are you?" you ask hesitantly.

"Aw, don't you remember Alyss? Your favorite elf on the shelf? Ah... is this some Men in Black roleplay?" She smirked and cooed as she flicked the tip of your nose before glancing around the room. "Where did that alien shooting gun of yours go anyway? I don't want to step on it, that thing looked pointy."

The gun! It's not in your hands anymore! Did you drop it?

Did it fucking work?

"Anyway, I'm Alyss, your favorite Christmas gift! 'Naughty kids get Coal Inc!' Alyss Number #63666. You bought me on your 18th birthday. we're having a three year anniversary this Christmas!" She said and did a curtsy before slowly stepping backwards and crawling into the couch, striking a seductive pose. "Three years as your living sex toy, with a 4.8 client rating, platinum pedigree, and top 500 physical performance. Top five of my class in Indentured college, working on my Indentured Major in Physical Therapy."

"If your family didn't have a discount coupon for my bloodline, I'd be way out of your financial capacity and working for some random millionaire, but I think we make it work, Lord Marky!"

"What the fuck?" You muttered in shock as what she was saying began sifting into your mind. You've turned your sister into a piece of property! And somewhat unfortunately, an ebony-skinned one!

"Oh we fuck a lot, Lord Marky!" Alyss beamed as she got back up from the couch and took your hand, pulling you off towards your room. She rubbed her butt against your crotch as she opened the door, cooing and giggling.

You were feeling very conflicted, Alyss had been your step-sister! No, your adopted sister? No, your biological and very goth black and white sister, not a chocolate hue prostitute-for-life servant!

But now, that felt like a vague and fading dream. "I think you didn't use to be like this a few minutes ago," you muttered as your dark skinned sister (- no, step-sister? Servant?) pushed her fake tits up against your chest and tilted her head at you.

"Oh! kinky," Alyss giggled and toyed with the straps covering her breasts, making her nipples pop out. "Did the gun turn me into your slave? Did I used to be your roommate or something?"

"No... my... step-sister?"

"Well, lucky for you, I'm stuck with you!" She giggled as she spun you around and pushed you onto the bed, kicking the door to your room closed before plopping down on her knees between your legs. "I can do the step-sis role, it's quite popular with a lot of clients these days!" she said as she began unbuckling your pants.

You ponder for a small infinity what to do about this situation as you got a bit distracted by what she just said. "Wait... clients?"