The Family Slut

The door opens and you grab Fiona and roar as you throw her into the living room. You slam and lock the door. You hear your sister stumble and fall to the floor hard before instantly getting back up again. You can just see her form in the darkened room rummaging in her handbag. Stepping into the entrance to the living room you stand so that she can't get past you, then you turn on the light.

You see Fiona wild eyed with a can of pepper spray in her hand. As she recognizes you she relaxes. "Jesus, I thought you were a burglar or something! What the hell are you..."

You step forward and slap the canister from her unsuspecting hand. She looks at you angrily. "What has gotten into you!?"

She is studying your face and she doesn't like what she sees. "Jesse, what's going on Jesse?"

You are glaring at her with a fiery intensity. Her eyes begin to dart around the room. She sees the duct tape and lube and massive dildo sitting on the coffee table. She is slowly putting things together. She glares back at you. "I don't know what has gotten into you but I swear if you even think of touching me I'll..."

You snarl. "I'm just going to do to you what you did to Elsie!"

She looks momentarily confused then suddenly the pieces fall together for her. You see a nervous fear enter her expression. "What did she tell...AAH!"

You grab her head and shoulder and wrench her down toward the floor. She falls in a heap at your feet. She screams. "You son of a bitch!" She comes up with an upper cut, connecting at an awkward angle across your cheek and nose. In your anger you barely feel it, if anything it only got you more fired up. Grabbing her hair you toss her over the table, she slams against the couch. As she lands roughly you are on her in a flash. Pressing her down into the couch with your body weight.

"Jesse no!" She yells. She tries to power her way up, you had to admit she was strong for a woman. "You needle dick piece of shit let me up! You're fucking crazy!"

You hold her down easily, you can see she is surprised by your strength. You tear her blouse open violently, shaking her body roughly. She is struggling for all she was worth but she just couldn't stop you. She snarls, she tries to kick but her feet are behind you, she slaps and punches but you ignore the blows as they land around your chest and shoulders. Her eyes angry and defiant. "Fuck you! Fuck you!"

You raise your hand to strike her. You see her eyes widen as real fear enters her. "Jesse! No!" She gasps.

As your hand comes down she closes her eyes and winces as she readies for the blow to come. In that moment time almost stands still. A thousand memories flash through your mind. Fiona babysitting you and Elsie and letting you stay up late to watch scary movies, Fiona chasing the neighborhood bully away from you, Fiona teaching you how to drive, you and Fiona laughing hysterically at your hapless mother trying to chase a very confused sparrow out of the kitchen, and so many more.

Your hand arches downward as if in slow motion.

...Whap!

The blow lands on the cushion beside her head with a heavy thump that shakes the sofa. Had that have landed you may have knocked her clean out.

You suddenly come to your senses. You had your sister pinned down under you, you sitting on and straddling her stomach. Her torn shirt in your left hand you were holding it open, you could see her bra and flesh beneath. Your other hand inches from her face. You were panting like an animal. Her hands are now up defensively.

She is shaking in fear beneath you.

You shake your head. What the fuck did you think you were doing? You were better than this! Your mother raised you better than this. And what respect would Elsie have for you if you did this? She would probably be terrified of you!

You stand up and back away from the couch. Your hands were trembling.

In an unsteady voice Fiona says. "I knew...you couldn't do it." You could tell she was shaken to her core though, her bravado couldn't mask her fear. She sits up and pulls her shirt together to cover herself. She is looking at you apprehensively, afraid, unsure of what happens next.

You take a hard swallow. You point at her. "Did you show that mercy to Elsie? NO!" You shout the last word at her.

She takes a deep breath and says in a quiet voice. "What did she tell you?"

"Enough!"

Fiona nods. "And Mom knows?"

You grit your teeth. "No. No, this would break her heart. It would destroy her Fiona."

Fiona nods again and says somberly. "Yeah, yeah it would, wouldn't it?" She shifts uncomfortably. "It was bound to come out. It's probably for the best that it is." She looks at you with a look of guilt. "Now what?"

You are flexing and unflexing your fists. Getting your blood up had awakened you in all sorts of ways. It took everything you had not to jump at her and continue doing what you had been planning on doing. You use all your **** of will to hold it together right now.

You were thinking quick. You hadn't thought this far ahead.

Finally you say emphatically. "First...most importantly, you make this right with Elsie." You point at her once more. "Whatever it takes, you make it right with her! And you don't fucking touch her again unless she comes to you! EVER!"

Fiona nods. "Fair enough. You're right, it's what I should have done years ago. I'll talk to her. It would probably do us both good. You know, I didn't really mean to..."

"Shut the fuck up!" You weren't in the mood for excuses or an emotional sob story. The new Jesse demanded **** and the real you honestly couldn't blame him.

"Second...for the next month you are the family whore. You can't say no to anyone for any reason. If El wants a bj while doing her homework, you'll get on your knees and give her the best head of her life! If Chloe wants to experiment with fisting, you're going to open wide. If Mom wants your ass, you bend over on the fucking spot and spread those cheeks. You will service us how we want, when we want, and where we want. For the next month you will be our 24/7 sexual ****. You'll be a slut, a whore, a filthy cum dumpster. No complaints, no whining, just obedience. Oh...and I'll make sure I organize an orgy so we can all get at you together. Not only will you do this, you will say that it was your idea. You will tell the others you want to do this, that you are experimenting with a new fetish. You will THANK US for using your slut body. You will not initiate any sexual activity yourself, including masturbation. You are here to serve us, slut!" You stand tall, glaring down on her.

She looks at you with disgust. She is about to reject your ultimatum. You knew with her dominant personality this level of submission was almost the ultimate hell.

You interupt her. "If you don't...I will tell Mom. You know she will throw your ass to the street, stop paying for university, and hell...I'm pretty sure she'll even call the cops. Secrets be damned." She was thinking hard. You add the final cherry on top. "You'll surely be rejected by the whole family too, no more family for Fiona Bailey."

She is staring at you, trying to tell if you were bluffing her. You weren't, she could see that beyond any doubt. She licks her dry lips as she thinks about it. Finally she clears her throat and says. "A week."

You retort, showing her mercy. "Two."

She nods and looks to the floor, defeated. She says in a low voice. "Okay...two weeks. It's...it's probably better than I deserve. Starting tomorrow?"

You shake your head and in a steady powerful voice say. "Starting...now."

After this emotionally charged altercation if you didn't slate your lust soon there was going to be trouble.

She looks at you, surprised once more by your aggressive demeanor. She nods again, she nods in submission. "Okay Jesse." She takes another deep breath. "I'm the family slut. Tell me what you want."