Intervention for an addict

It was becoming such a problem for my family. Her behavior. Late nights. Late mornings. Kicked out of university. Stealing our stuff and money to get her fix. Losing jobs. No job…My lil sister is just falling down a hole and we’re helping her dig it by not helping!

We try three regular interventions. We were naive to think good vibes and well meaning support would help her change her mind. We didn’t even know opium was in this little town. We only really ever found out when caught one of her dealers and beat the truth out of him.

I’d had enough. Our parents go on holiday, and leave me in charge. I cozy up to lil sister, telling her I’d buy this time, and that we were going to hang out, just the two of us and have fun. A genuine smile and her brothers trust is all it takes. We get back home from the dealer. We wear comfy clothes and lounge on my bed in the basement, throw on an old show called Care Bears, set the mood lighting and some music…and she’s so eager. When she gets her fix it could be literally anywhere. An alley, a back room, a walk-in fridge, a church, the dump, a van, her dealers couch, under an bridge…anywhere. But now she’s in a soothing and comfortable environment and it reminds her of her fix, and she’s happy to pair the two.

She inhales three, four, no, five times and starts to pass the pipe. I pretend to hit it, and pass it back, telling her she deserves all of it. And while reality starts to phase out, she clears the whole thing. She slumps and is gone. The house could catch fire and she wouldn’t care. Earthquake? Pffft. Gunfire? Yelling? Wouldn’t care.

The first step of the my intervention is over. Next, I firmly open palm slap her left cheek five satisfying times. She murmurs and takes each hit. Then I up the ante and flip her onto her stomach and tie her hands and feet to the bedposts, and affix a blindfold securely. Stepping back to admire my handiwork, I decide her pajamas just won’t do. I’m kinda angry that she’s made me resort to **** to get her to quit; I rip her comfy fleece bottoms at the butt and slide her thong to one side. Still nothing from lil sister, just slow breathing and a murmur.

I’m so very hard. I never realized that taking advantage of some pathetic bitch would ever turn me on. On my knees, I straddle her petite frame, spit on my fingers and massage her darkened asshole. Gentle yes, just softening it up for the main course. I press the tip of my cock against the opening and am resisted. Sitting up a little, roughly grabbing her right hip, and then her left, I tear beyond her resistance. Inch by inch I grunt. She’s tight, as tight as I’ve ever had. And then I’m sunk all the way in.

She murmurs a slightly higher pitch and her breathing has picked up. And I attack. All out. No mercy. Pounding a rhythm. Thump thump hold. Thump thump hold. “**** are bad, **** are bad”. “Take this dick, take this dick”. She is moaning and whimpering and still high. The world is burning and she loves the feeling. I lean into the anger and my voice gets louder and louder. She can’t fight back. I have all the power. Her world is burning…