The Standard

Mallory was only two years younger than him at twenty-two. If he had to be honest with himself, she was average as best. Mallory had an athletic build, having played competitively in softball and soccer. She sort of had a thick frame but was also slim at the same time. Like himself, his younger sister had dark blonde hair that many would refer to as dirty blonde. She shared his nose and gray eyes, but beyond that, their similarities ended.

"Mallory, do you hear me?" He asked.

"Yes..." Mallory replied monotone. Her gray eyes looking blank and beyond him instead of at him.

"You will listen to my every command without hesitation or pause. Do you understand?"

"I will listen to your every command without hesitation or pause... I understand..." Mallory replied toneless.

"Mallory bark like a dog."

On cue, Mallory did as she was told. He could not help but laugh. Mallory barked for a minute before he stopped her. He thought for a moment before he issued his next command. "Mallory, stand and twirl like a ballerina and sing my little teapot."

Mallory was not much a singer and dancer. However, on his command, she stood and started to twirl in place with her hand above her head. She started to sing 'my little teapot'. Her voice, though toneless, was very much off key. He laughed as he watched Mallory twirl about and sing off key. He let it go on for a little longer before he stopped her. She came to stop instantly and stood blank face at attention before him.

He looked her up and down, deciding what he wanted to do next. They were close, though they found each other annoying sometimes. He knew her in out and she knew him in out. So asking about deep questions was pretty pointless. He looked at her blank face and thought for a moment there was a chance that Mallory could be tricking him. He smiled and knew his next command was a sure-fire one that would determine if she was indeed under his complete control or not.

"Mallory, strip naked."

On cue and without pause, Mallory tugged off her shirt to uncover a bland-looking bra underneath that held up her bust. They tossed aside the shirt, and she reached back and unclasped her bra, all the while keeping a blank look on her face. The bra straps slid from her shoulders and the cups fell from her tits. She had nice breasts that were capped with rosy nipples. He had seen better, but unbiasly Mallory's tits were not bad at all. Mallory, oblivious that she was topless in front of her older brother, pushed the legging from her hips. She had gone commando and the dark blonde patch of neat coils that covered her sex greeted him. Mallory peeled the leggings the rest of the way along with her socks. A moment later, she stood naked before him. "Well, you're really under..." he muttered as his eyes wandered over her naked form. The last time he had seen her naked was when there were in grade school. Mallory changed a lot since then. Ideas ran through his mind.