Sisterly Love

What the hell am I thinking? I can't **** my own sister like that. As much as we fight, at the end of the day, I still care about her. I mean, I guess I am kind of turning her into a submissive ****, but that doesn't mean she can't enjoy it. I can't believe I even considered picking the second option. Without a doubt in mind that I'm making the right choice, I choose Option A. Something tells me that my relationship with Michelle is about to get a whole lot better.

New Attribute Selected

OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE

With that out of the way, I make my way back to my room, not wanting to get caught by Michelle when she exits the bathroom. But after taking a few steps, I pause. Why am I leaving? This is the perfect chance to test out this new attribute. Julia's already in her room and Mom is still downstairs. Besides, if I want Michelle to start becoming **** to obey me, I need to start giving her commands. Based on how the attribute was worded, it seems like her desire to submit to me is directly tied to the number of orders she complies with.

Alright, I probably have less than a minute to come up with a plan before Michelle comes out. As meek as she's become, she's still unlikely to do anything too big, so I'll have to keep things simple for now. While I would love another blowjob today, that's obviously not going to happen. Maybe some other day. However, I do think I have some ideas that I think could put her on the right path.

I wait for a few moments before Michelle exits the bathroom, wearing a pair of shorts and a light tank top she uses as pajamas. As soon as she makes eye contact with me, she shrinks up slightly.

"Matt? What are you doing out here? Were you waiting for the bathroom or something?" She asks quietly. Perfect. I was hoping she would ask that.

"Yes, I was actually. Move out of the way," I say firmly.

"H-hey! You don't have to be so mean."

"Move, Michelle," I repeat. Hopefully I won't have to be so aggressive in the future.

"Fine," she mutters before walking out of the bathroom.

As she moves into the hall, I notice her tense up ever so slightly. It's not much, but I think that was what I was looking for. I'm willing to bet that bigger commands also reward more pleasure, which would explain why that was so weak. I walk over to the bathroom and turn to face Michelle once I get there. I see her looking down at the ground, which seems to have become commonplace for her recently.

"Can you please look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you? I'm getting tired of you trying to act like you don't notice me all the time." Hopefully phrasing it like that still works.

It takes her a moment, but eventually Michelle looks up at me. It must have been somewhat difficult for her since after she does, I notice her thighs clinch together and her lips scrunch up a bit. It's good to know that I don't always have to directly state a command. As long as a command is implied, I can probably get away with asking her to do stuff rather than having to tell her.

"Hey, since you're here, I was wondering if you were planning to go out tomorrow."

"Why do you care?" She asks, although unlike when she used to say that, this time she sounds more nervous than upset.

"Just answer the question," I state.

"I... um... no. I was planning on just staying in my room all day... ngh... Why?"

I believe that noise I just heard was Michelle attempting to suppress whatever sudden sensation she just felt. I think that means I'm on the right track.

"I was hoping you could help me out with some homework. Especially with math. You were always better at that stuff than me."

That's definitely not a lie. Michelle has always been the smart child in our family, and math was always her best subject. In fact, while I'm not exactly sure what her current job is, I'm pretty sure she it primarily involves crunching numbers. Like a budget analyst or a marketing researcher or something. It doesn't matter. The important thing is that she likes math, and because of that, asking her to help me with my math homework isn't too unrealistic a thing to do.

"I don't know. I was really hoping to have a day all to myself." She didn't outright say no, which is a good sign.

"Please, sis? It won't take long. I could really use your help. Promise me you'll do it," I say with the most pitiful look I can manage. Fingers crossed this works.

"Well... alright, fine. I pr... p-proooomissse..." Michelle stutters through her words as she grips her own arm. As soon as the feeling leaves her body, she goes red in the face.

"Thanks, sis! You're the best!" While that's blatantly not true right now, I think she has the potential to get there one day.

"Yeah, no problem. Just come to my room after breakfast and we'll get started," she manages to say before quickly dashing to her room.

This is great. Not only have I already gotten Michelle to obey a few commands, but now I have an excuse to spend even more time with her tomorrow. I should be able to get plenty more orders in then. Also, this kind of kills two birds with one stone. I get to work on making my hot older sister more submissive and I get some of my homework done. Considering I wasn't able to get any work done today, this is a win-win.

With a reason to be excited for tomorrow, I take the opportunity to take my own shower and get ready for bed. Once I'm actually in bed, my thoughts drift from my incredible day with Violet today to the potentially incredible day I could have with Michelle tomorrow. Man, I bet Violet would be jealous if she knew about my plans. Who knows? Maybe I'll be able to sneak her another pair of my sister's panties. Hell, maybe I could convince Michelle to give me a pair. Only time will tell, I guess...