All my friends from the birthday party

It didn't take much thought for me to start dialing, one by one, each of my friends that had attended my birthday party, the day before. The conversation went pretty much the same, for each call I made ...

"Hi <insert name here> This is Luke! Look! I don't have much time to talk, but we're continuing my party from yesterday. Trust me when I say it'll be much better than yesterday. My parents are gone for the day, so we have the house to ourselves. And, oh by the way, my sister Kristi told me, she thinks you're hot!"

I actually spoke to eight of the invitees and left messages for four others. I figured that'd be enough to keep Kristi busy until my parents came home, and give her lots of _*practice* _in refining her skills. Every call I made, I watched the terror increase in Kristi's eyes. Even though she never uttered a single word, I knew she had made a mental note of how many calls I had made, and the thought of sucking all those cocks, both, terrified and excited her. I could sense the struggle in her eyes as she quaked nervously.

My semen, her tears, and her drools of saliva had dried and caked to her face by this point. I made sure that she knew she looked like a well-used slut, who was good for only one thing! So, I put her to use once again.

I put my flaccid cock in her mouth and ordered her to keep it there until it became hard again. "It's time to practice your skills, Slut!" I pulled her head to my groin and mashed her nose against my pubes. I enjoyed her efforts at getting me hard again, using only her mouth and tongue. "There's gonna be a lot of changes, starting today. Do you understand me Cock Whore?" Kristi's eyes fluttered as she nodded as best she could, keeping her lips sealed around the base of my cock. "You're gonna start by moving out of your room and into the basement. You're gonna tell Mom and Dad that's your idea, and that I should take over your room. They can use my room as an office!" Grabbing her head, I shook it up and down for her in acknowledgement of that order. "The only thing you need down here is your mattress, a blanket, and your armoire. You can decide what to do with the rest, but you won't need it when you are here! You can tell Mom and Dad whatever you want to make them believe you, since you are an accomplished little lying cock hungry harlot!" My prick started filling with blood once again. I don't believe it was entirely from Kristi's oral ministrations. A large part of it was the adrenaline rush I was getting asserting my continued dominance over my sister, who was going to become my cock slut **** with every detail I laid out for her. "I'll determine what clothing you'll keep here. You can take the rest with you to college, or throw it out! When you're home, you'll only wear what I tell you to wear. If you're going to be a cock slut whore, then I'll make sure you dress like a cock slut whore." This was turning out to be awesome. The ideas were flowing through my brain, and I couldn't stop myself from enforcing each and every one. Years of pent up frustration and anger were finally coming out, and all towards the bitch who was the source of all my problems.

I laid out a long list of changes that were going to take place, now that the tables had been turned on my sister. She was about to feel the years of **** I had endured. My cock had grown to full hardness once again, and I was back to skull fucking the mouth of the little twat sister of mine. Her face again, further streaked by running rivers of tears, saliva drooling from her mouth, long tendrils falling prey to gravity as they dropped to her chest, staining and drenching the white top she was wearing. Her hands remained in her lap, her face accepting its fate, whether it was bobbing back and forth on her own or being manhandled and manipulated by me. She was, again, gasping for much needed air when denied by my cock in her throat, and her nose smashed against my groin. Having cum earlier, I was able to withstand a lot more the second time around and was able to torment Kristi even more so.

The ringing doorbell and persistent banging knock on the door was the only thing that brought relief and respite for Kristi. I cleaned and dried my cock with her hair, tucked it back into my pants and went upstairs to answer the door. There was no need to give Kristi any orders to stay put. She was still panting, coughing and gagging, trying to fill the burning sensation in her lungs. Anyways, there was nowhere for her to go, without having to greet the visitors at the door, since the basement steps led directly into the foyer, and in her current state, she was not about to do that.

I peeked through the hole in the door and was thrilled to see our first guest. This was going to be a fantastic day!