You are a Good Brother

You smile kindly. "No, come on now. We're not just going to do what I want the whole time." You grasp her leg and give it a little shake. "Come on Fiona, try to get a hold of yourself. Where's that old Fiona huh?"

She just smiles with such happy innocence you barely recognized her as your big sister. "Lets do what you want Jesse. Tell me what you want."

You roll your eyes. This was crazy. Fine, if she was going to be like that you'd take advantage of her inability to say no. "Fiona...tell me what you want to do. Tell me now."

She is suddenly looking at you with a wide eyed frightful look, a deep blush comes back to her cheeks. "Yes Jesse. I want to take a shower..."

"Oh, well okay then." You start.

"...with you." She finishes her sentence.

"What?" You ask, you must have heard that incorrectly. Fiona always berated you and insulted you, you may have had a crush on her but you knew that was a one way street.

She is blushing furiously, her hand at her mouth. "Oh no. I'm so bad. I'm terrible. I'm sorry. You are ashamed of me aren't you?"

"Fiona, say it again." You say slowly and calmly, you needed to be sure you heard that right. "Tell me what you want to do."

She is trembling once more as her shame filled eyes look down at the blankets, unable to meet your gaze. "Yes Jesse. I want to take a shower with you."

"Why?"

"Ohh, no. Don't make me say..."

"Tell me Fiona."

"I was...hoping...I could seduce you or excite you. I wanted to excite you enough to make you want to...make love to me. I'm sorry. I'm terrible." She continues to focus on the blankets, her hands nervously feeling the texture of the sheets in her grip.

It was like a genie had just appeared and granted you your one true wish then apologized for it. You simply couldn't believe your ears.

"Fiona." You say softly. "Please stop speaking about yourself like that. You aren't terrible. Not at all. And I could never be ashamed of you. But...why do you suddenly want to...make love with me?" You then add, so she can't avoid the question. "Tell me."

"It's not sudden." She says, her voice you could just barely hear. "I always wanted to. I wish I could show you something, in my room. To make you understand."

A light suddenly goes on in your head. "Wait...I forgot, I can get into your room without a key." You look at her with a guilty smile. "You were right the other day, you didn't forget to lock it. I snuck in on my own."

"You can get in my room?" She asks timidly, looking unsure and worried as if she was asking something completely outrageous. As if you'd be furious at the question.

"Yes I can. Fiona, show me the thing you wanted to show me. Show it to me Fiona."

She suddenly looked scared once more. She hadn't thought you could actually get into her room. She nods to indicate she would show you, she nods yes because she couldn't do anything else but nod yes. You felt bad directing her like this, but curiosity had gotten the better of you.

You help her out of bed and she clutches your arm as you lead her down the hall to her bedroom door. You do your little trick and open it up. You enter in and stand to the side, your eyes shoot briefly to the closet you had been caught in that fateful day.

Fiona walks to her bed, she kneels down and pulls out a wooden box. Placing it on the bed she opens it and shows you. She stays kneeled by her bed looking up at you. Inside was...a thick black leather collar with a sturdy metal ring at the front. Basically a fancy dog collar.

"What is this? Tell me." You wonder.

"Yes Jesse. This is for you. I..." She hesitates. "...want to make you my ****. To own you. For sex and...for life."

What the fuck? "You want to make me your ****!" You exclaim.

She wilts at your raised voice, she goes down on all fours, literally bowing at your feet like an ancient serf might while begging for her life to an angry lord. She was showing you her complete submissiveness. "I'm sorry! I told you I am terrible! I am so ashamed of myself now! I see how wrong it was now. I am a terrible horrible sister!"

You stand in stunned silence. This was simply beyond belief. You didn't even think Fiona really liked you! Now you find out that not only had she wanted to make love with you...she wanted to fucking own you??? You couldn't deny the idea excited you in a strange way. But still, what the fuck?

"That is fucked up Fiona!" You can't help but saying. "Who the hell wants to own people!? Nevermind their own family!" Your voice raises from your own incredulity.

She whimpers pathetically as she crawls to your feet, her head bowed she begins kissing your feet and...sobbing. Actually sobbing from her fear and humiliation. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so stupid. I'm so terrible! Please forgive me! I know I don't deserve it!"

You take a deep breath and berate yourself for having gotten her to this state. Gentle Jesse, gentle! Grow the fuck up and look after her like you ought to do. She was so fragile and scared right now, her whole world had just been turned upside down. She wasn't ready for this shit. You had to watch your tone of voice. She was so delicate at the moment. You'd pushed her way past her comfort zone with all these questions you **** her to answer. Okay...she'd always looked after you growing up, in her own hard way, now it was time to return the favor. Now it was your turn to be a big brother for her.

"Fiona, stand up."

She struggles to her feet. Her arms held tight to her body, her tiny hands clasped together just under her chin, her head down in her consuming shame. You put your arms around her, embracing her in a big encompassing hug. You could feel her relax into you. You feel her breathing steady, you feel her trembling melt away. You just hold her a long time, allowing her to just take a moment to calm down somewhere she felt safe.

"Fiona...I shouldn't have pushed so hard. I'm sorry." Taking her head in your hands you tilt it up to look at her in the eye. "Fiona, You have nothing to be ashamed of. You don't need to be sorry and you don't need to be forgiven. I'm...I'm honestly flattered." You smile. "A little weirded out...but flattered. I understand more than you know. You have no idea the crush I've had on you most of my life. I worship you Fiona."

She smiles bashfully, the shame and embarrassment ebbing away from her due to your comforting words and embrace. "Thank you Jesse. You are a good brother."

You kiss her very lightly on the lips. "And you are a good sister."