This Isn't a Game

Fiona's hazel eyes stared off into nowhere as she turned your idea over in her mind. You wait patiently, wishing you had at least thrown a towel on in your hurry to your sister's room. All at once her intense gaze shifts to you. She scans up and down you naked body and you could sense calculations being made in her head.

"You are pretty good looking." She says under her breath.

"Uh...thank you." A compliment from Fiona was a rare treat indeed!

"Shut up." She says. Walking around to your left she takes you in from profile and seems to like what she sees. She then circles around behind you and you feel her fingertips trace down your back. "Nice ass."

"Fiona..."

"Hold on." She comes back around the opposite side to stand in front of you again. "Stand up straight."

"Why...?"

"Do it!"

You instantly do it.

"Good. Now square your shoulders, thrust out your chest, widen your stance." You do as she asks, though holding your twig and berries as you did so made it difficult. She rolls her eyes at your modesty. "Let go. I've already seen it." She chuckles. "Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you or anything." Her laughter puts you at ease. Hesitantly you let go of your package and stand boldly in front of your sister in a pose that wouldn't have been out of place on a superhero comic cover. You looked overly confident though on the inside you felt utterly ridiculous. "There ya go." Once more she looks you up and down, from head to toe. "Yes...yes...we can work with this. Say something Jesse, anything."

"Uh...what do you want me to say?"

She shakes her head. "Nope. You sound like a pansy little bitch."

Your brow furrows in anger. "Fuck you!"

She grins. "That's better. Talk like that."

"Huh?"

She laughs as she steps up to you. Reaching out she swirls a finger in your hair as if she was coming on to you. "You might be able to look the part, it's a stretch but I think you can pull it off." She then points to your eyes. "It's here." Then she points to your head. "And here." Then she points to your heart. "And here we've got to work on." She takes you around the shoulders and pulls you over to stand in front of a full length mirror she had on the near wall. "Look." She points to the mirror. "Look at yourself."

As you look over your pale drying average looking body...your shoulders slump.

"NOPE!" Fiona startles you with a shout. "Stand up straight mother fucker and look again."

"Fiona, I know I'm not much to look at." You sigh.

"You are such an idiot. LOOK!" She points again. "Stand up. Come on Jesse, show me some fire. Show me some pride. You are a Bailey for fuck sake."

You start to puff up...until you notice your limp little dick and balls a foot away from Fiona's gargantuan bulge. You slump your head and groan in defeat.

"I thought you wanted to help me." Fiona chides. "Come my boy, I need you to step up right now."

You swallow hard and straighten up again. "I'll try."

She runs a hand across your chest. "Mmmm. Nicely shaped pecs and shoulders, a little working out and these would look incredible." She tickles your tummy. "I see some abs poking out there. Very sexy." Bringing her hand up to your face she cups it under your chin to hold you by the jaw. "You've got Mom's eyes. She might be a bitch, but she's got beautiful eyes. Don't you think?"

Your mother's rich brown eyes were rather striking, and your own did match hers almost exactly. "Uh, yeah."

In the mirror you watch as a smile slowly grows across your sister's face. "And look...here..." With her free hand she traces your jaw. "...and here." She runs her fingers over your nose and along your eyebrow. "I see Daddy in you. You are handsome like him, but handsome in your own way." She lays her warm hand over your heart. "You've got Grandpa's kindness and Grandma's patience."

You didn't know what was happening right now...but you fucking loved it! As you looked at yourself now...yeah, you actually weren't that bad looking. Heck, you were actually kinda hot.

"There it is." Fiona encourages you. "Hold that. You are a fucking stud. Say it."

"Fiona, that's stupid."

"Come on you sexy son of a bitch. Show me some confidence."

"Sexy?" A bashful smile plays at your lips. "Why are you saying all this Fiona?"

"Because you are a fucking treasure and I need you to see that. You are mother fuckin gift to this shitty world and it's time you came to grips with that fact." She kisses your cheek. "You've got to own yourself before you can own anyone else. I'm not going to submit to a pussy beta boy."

"But..." You hold out a hand toward the mirror. "Look at that!" You gripe. "I'm not hung like you Fiona. I can't just conjure confidence out of thin air."

There is a moment of silence...before Fiona leans her head against your shoulder and starts to laugh. She turns you toward her and brings you in for a big hug. "Fuck, I really did a number on you. I'm so sorry baby. I said those things because I knew they'd work on you. They worked too good." She pushes you out to arms length. Poking your chest with her sharp nail she looks you in the eyes. "Being a dominant is in here. It's got nothing to do with this." She grabs her package. "This is just a tool, an effective one, but just one of many. I know many Doms a lot smaller than you. You work with what you got. We're all different." She then suddenly grabs your pecker and gives it a squeeze. Your eyes bug out and you lurch forward. "Besides, you've got nothing to be ashamed of my boy. This is a fine weapon. A beautiful piece of man meat. Be proud of it. Wield it like the glorious cock that it is and women will beg for it."

"Fiona...let go of my penis."

She shakes her head. "Cock. It's a cock. A nice big fucking manly cock."

"Fiona!"

"Say it!"

"Let go of my cock god damn it!"

She lets go. "If you want to be my Master..."

"Fiona, stop. We just have to pretend. We just have to fool this rich guy. I wasn't suggesting we actually...do this."

"If you want to help me you need to do this. For real. This isn't a game."

"Fiona, as I told the others...I'm not going to be a part of this family...thing. I want to help you but...come on."

Your sister sighs and shakes her head. "You have no clue, do you. Jesse, people in the lifestyle can see through a fake dom as easy as glass. I could dress you up and feed you some lines, but you wouldn't fool anybody. Not for a moment, not anybody that matters." She straightens up with a haughty pride. "Besides, if I am going to...ugh...submit...it sure as hell isn't going to be to a little bitch like the boy I've teased all these years. Only a God can bring a Goddess to his heel. You can't fake that shit. I'm going to need the Jesse from last night. I need a man willing to step up and fight for his sister."

"I'll always fight for you."

She nods. "That's my bo..." She stops herself. "You're a good man." She looks at you for a time, her features soften as she seemed to drink you in. "This isn't going to be easy for me either. I'm scared Jesse, I'm really scared. I've never given up control before. If you were anyone else...I wouldn't even...I couldn't..."

You lay a hand on her shoulder. "I know."

She lets her guard down and you see the frightened woman behind the mask. Her incredible beauty only shined brighter.

You eventually nod. "Okay. If I have to do this, I'll do this. I really think this plan can work. I'll do anything for you Fiona."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"I need you to break up with Allison." She says bluntly. "I can see you two aren't really happy together anyway and...I can't be number 2. I can't know you're seeing her. I need...I'll need...a m-master who...a m-m-master who..." She turns away from you. "Jesus Christ, I don't know if I can do this. Holy fuck." She holds out trembling hands. "I'm fucking shaking. Ohhh fuck. I've never been so scared in my life. Just the thought of...submitting. Of being so ****. I don't know about this Jesse."

Seeing your usually bulletproof sister like this melted your heart. You step forward and pull her into another hug. She lays her head on your shoulder and wraps her arms around your waist. "Hey, shhh, I told you last night. Everything's going to be okay. I'm here for you now." You run your palm up and down her back, feeling the soft cotton stream across your hand. "I'll break up with Allie today. We're going to do this." The moment you said the words you knew the breakup was the right thing to do. There was more a sense of relief than regret at the prospect of leaving Allison.

Your sister's shoulders rise as she takes a deep lung filling breath, then you feel her whole body relax into yours. "Thank you." She whispers.

She felt so good in your arms. Warm and soft. She smelled nice too. Even better was the trust she was showing you. These moments of weakness were not easy for Fiona and you felt truly blessed to be the one here to see them. Her trust in you...well...it simply made you want to be a better man. You wanted to be a brother she could rely on and lean on when the going got tough. You wanted to be for her what she had been for you, without the cruelty.

You could see your sibling embrace in the mirror. You could see the trepidation in you eyes. Were you prepared for this? Were you even capable of what Fiona needed from you? You weren't sure. But seeing your big sister hold onto you for support, knowing that she was letting you into a place that no one else had been and that she truly needed you for this, gave you strength. This might end in spectacular failure, but god damn it you were going to give it your best.