Your two older sisters

Ah, Taylor and Charlotte. How often you wished your gorgeous sisters weren't your sisters, forever tempting you with their luscious, curvy bodies, but always out of reach. {if Futa==true}Now you have a body that puts theirs to shame, the absolute peak of human beauty. {endif}At last, you can make them truly yours.

You contemplate just walking back home and letting your pheromones do the work, but you're craving an even more arousing approach. Taylor, the younger of the two and a lesbian, has always been a cock-tease, making cheeky jokes about your sex life (or lack of), and dressing revealingly at home, knowing you're helpless, unable to act on your constant boner whenever she's around.{if@ Images!=false}

{endif} Charlotte, meanwhile, was always looking down her nose at you, never giving you the time of day. Whenever she visits home - like she happens to be doing this week - she always drops snide comments about how you're irritating, pathetic, and how much she misses her big, hulky boyfriend. Retribution is certainly overdue for Charlotte.

Although Taylor recently broke up with her ex, she's still good friends with her ex's younger sister - Lauren. You instruct your bimbofied **** to text your sister, and ask if she wants to pop over and catch up over lunch. Meanwhile, you have Miss Knight phone Charlotte, and insist that you're too ill to stay at school, and she urgently needs to pick you up.

As planned, your sisters arrive together, checking in at reception, where you meet them, taking care to reduce the potency of your pheromones first. You want to enjoy this.

"Hey {if Futa==true}sis{else}bro{endif}!" smiles Taylor cheerfully. "Why're you checking out so soon?" She leans in for a whisper. "Maybe stealing some time with that new girlfriend?" She pulls back with a giggle.

"Hurry up, loser," sniffs Charlotte, not looking up from her phone. "I can't believe I have to waste my fucking time picking you up from this dump."

"Oh, it won't be wasted," you reply, then make a hand signal. Four of your male slaves, faces hidden beneath deep hoods, seize your sisters, and begin dragging them after you, towards the main hall.

"What the fuck is this?" protests Charlotte angrily. "Do you know who my boyfriend is?"

"{if Futa == true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, what's going on? Let me go, you brutes! Help us, {if Futa == true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}!"

You glance over your shoulder. "They won't listen to you. They only respond to me and my harem."

That gets their attention. "Your what?" repeats Charlotte, disbelievingly.

"Yes - here they are," you say, entering the hall. It's completely changed: gone are the rows of seats, replaced by dozens of sofas and beds, filled with sexy women pleasuring each other, themselves, or just watching your entrance with lust. "Well, to be more precise, my **** harem."

Charlotte laughs, a loud cackle which causes your slaves to look up from their ministrations. "You've gone crazy, haven't you?" she grins manically. "My pathetic loser brother{if Futa==true} - well, I suppose you're my sister now, but you're no less perverted{endif}. I should have guessed."

You frown, sitting on a broad, kingly sofa, whilst your sisters are **** to their knees. "I prefer... {if Futa == true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}."

Taylor glances fearfully at her older sister, who's not stopped cackling. "You little shit. No way am I calling you my -"

Suddenly Charlotte gags, a great column of flesh jammed into her mouth. You bare your teeth with satisfaction, as her eyes widen at the trunk she's taking. She starts struggling, but your faceless male slaves have her immobilised. As she realises it's futile, she looks back to you, her disdainful expression becoming pleading. You think she starts begging, but it's difficult to tell with her voice muffled by your cock.

You roughly grasp the back of her head, and start forcing her to take more and more of you. Tears start to well up in her bright blue eyes, as your enhanced cock begins to slide down her throat.

"Look at that," you grin. Her mouth is soft, and feverishly hot. "My nasty sister, already in tears and begging, and we've barely started. What do you think Taylor, should I go easy on her?"

You glance at your other sister. She's quite clearly terrified.

"{if Futa == true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif} - I don't know how this is possible, but let her go," Taylor whispers.

"I'll tell you how it's possible." You feel Charlotte's chin touch your scrotum, and begin to slide backwards. "The longer I fuck you, the more you're going to like it, until you're my willing sex ****. How does that sound?"

Tears are streaming from Charlotte's eyes - you feel her trying to shake her head, to pull back off you, but you easily hold her in place, wrapping your hands in her platinum hair. As you feel the rim of your glans touching her lips, you push her roughly back onto your cock, right down to the hilt, eliciting a fresh wail. Licking your lips, you adjust your stance, then start face fucking your sister. Her beautiful face, now with streaks of mascara running down it, is ravaged by your {if Futa == true}colossal{else}big{endif} dick, her jaw straining to take you. However, as you promised, it takes only seconds for Charlotte's tongue to start gently licking, for her lips to clamp down as she starts to suck. Her tears cease, and after you signal your slaves to release her, her hands hesitantly make their way to your {if Futa == true}round, tight {endif}bum. Taylor watches in horror as her older sister becomes more and more enthusiastic, helping you to impale deeper into her throat, tightening her jaw and sucking as best she can to improve the experience. What's more, you had minimised the potency of your pheromones and precum; it's not that much of a surprise that Charlotte is a slut at heart.

As your hammering reaches a climax, you finally pour your cum down your older sister's throat, Charlotte eagerly swallowing every bit of your cum. You don't bother to watch Taylor's reaction as you reprogram her older sister, finally unfreezing her to allow her a shuddering orgasm.

"Ohhh, {if Futa == true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}," she moans, her breath catching with an after-orgasm. "Thank you for making me your sex ****."

"You love punishment, don't you?" you accuse, stroking her jaw. "You love to be dominated, to be made a whore, and I didn't even have to program you with that, because you already were to begin with. In fact, you're going to be my personal maid. You'll dress in a revealing dress, and you'll cook and clean for me, demeaning yourself for my pleasure. And, knowing you, you'll take pleasure from that too." Charlotte nods gratefully.

Slowly stroking your erect dick, you turn to Taylor, whose rapture quickly turns to fear.

"No, {if Futa == true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, please don't. I'm your sister. You know {if Futa == true}I'm disgusted by cock, especially when it's attached to a sibling...{else}I don't even like guys...{endif}"