Emma, enraged.

"I said, what the FUCK are you doing in here, you panty sniffing pervert?!" Your trampy twin sister, Emma is standing the doorway, looking fearfully fetching in her too-tight tank top showing off most of her perky teen titties and her sinfully short skirt giving you a peek at her pretty pussy. Leave it to Emma to leave the house not wearing panties. Then again, you can hardly judge her since you are the one that just got caught sniffing her soiled drawers.

You struggle to come up with an explanation, an excuse, an escape, but all that comes to you is, "Uhm...I...well, I was just looking for your stash." Emma eyes the little pink pills and her eyes narrow. Sensing a weakness, you press on, "And it looks like I found it. What do you think? Should I tell mom about the ****? Should I tell dad about your strap on?"

Emma smiles like ice wouldn't melt in her mouth, but her eyes go cold and calm like she could slit your throat without blinking. She walks over to you slowly, swaying seductively, tantalizing and taunting you with glimpses of her bare pussy, knowing you want her and rubbing your face in what you can't have. She sneers down at you, "You brainless, beta virgin. I fuck mom with that strap on and daddy feeds me those pills with his tongue before fucking my brains out. It's a mix of Molly and birth control. We call it the Baby Blaster. But what do YOU think they'll say when I tell them their failfag simp son was skipping school and sniffing my panties?"

You have never been more terrified or twisted up inside...or more turned on. You sister is dropping bombshells of the most pornographically perverse variety with a shot of stark fear as a chaser. You're parents always let Emma get away with ****, and always treated you like you were a mix between a helpless idiot and the devil incarnate. Knowing they are sicko sex freaks only makes their potential punishments that much more frightening. You fall back on your tried and true tacit...sniveling and begging for forgiveness, "I'm sorry, Emma! Please don't tell mom and dad! I'm your baby brother!" (Technically true, though just by a minute, nevertheless, she always loved to claim seniority, so you appeal to her lesser angels.) "I promise I'll never do it again. I'll do anything you want, just please don't tell!"

Emma's eyes remain cold and cruel as you throw yourself at her feet. Then, a sadistic sparkle of malicious mischief dances in them and she says, "Aaaaaaanything, hmm?" She draws it out like a cat toying with it's soon to be meal. You are close enough to her that you can smell her growing wetter at the thought of torturing you. For some sick reason, you are getting harder thinking about it too. You are waiting for the other heel to drop, agonized and aroused as Emma stands over you like an erotic executioner.