Pretty much

You close the notebook, put it on the kitchen table and start eating your breakfast, exchanging banalities with your family. Halfway through, you open it again and write:

My mother has decided that she should give me my sex **** right after we finish breakfast so I could play with her all day.

She probably planned your birthday party for dinner, as she usually does, and you don't want to wait this long.

As soon as you finish your cereals, your mom take the mug from your hands, almost snatching it with a "Let me take care of this." and quickly put it in the sink. It looks like she's in a hurry, which is fine by you. She comes back to the dinner table and announces "Your older sister has a surprise for you."

Ashley rolls her eyes, visibly bored in advance. "Right. That." She stares at you directly with an intimidating gaze and asserts "Let's make it clear already, nerd. It wasn't my idea, Mom basically **** me into it. She insisted so much I basically had ****."

So your mother prepared something with your older sister without telling her she will be turned into a **** afterward? Interesting. You already want to know more, yet you smile quizzically, pretending to have no clue. "Okay, but I still have no idea what you're talking about."

She sighs heavily and stands up. "Just don't get any big ideas. I'm not doing this gladly."

Your mom chuckles and interrupts her. "She says that now, but she put a lot of efforts into practicing what she's about to show you. You should have seen her. By the way, Ashley, I want to put a final touch." She sneaks behind her daughter and slips something around her throat. You soon realise it's a one inch large black leather choker with Ashley written in cursive form on a metal plate.

"What the fuck is that?" your sister protests weakly, bringing her fingers to her neck. "That's not what we talked about!"

"Just a little gift for you." your mother assures her. "I swear it looks well on you. Keep it for the show, you will have all the time you want to look at yourself in a mirror after that."

Ashley doesn't reply but seems ****. You feel obligated to interject. "For what it's worth I love it. It looks great on you."

If looks could kill, your mother and sister would now have quite a mess to take care of. You feel a thrill go through your spine as she answers "I. Don't. Fucking. Care. What you like. It's worth nothing."

"Ashley Haverty, be nice with your brother." your mother scolds her, before reminding her "It's his birthday."

She sighs. "Fine. Just get on with it." She stands in front of you, visibly tensed. "You can start the music, Mom."

Your mother smiles and press the play button of her old Hi-fi system. Ashley instantly start moving sensually on the melody. Wait! is that Madonna...? No, Rihanna! Why the odd choice...?

Your sister suddenly turns around, legs parted, bent forward, slaps her thighs, then slithers her hands up her skin to unbotton her short shorts. It's only when she reveals her ass, barely covered with a black lace thong, while slowly sliding her short shorts along her legs that it hits you. Of course it's a striptease! You feel stupid not realising sooner, and at this exact moment you meet Ashley's entrancing emerald eyes while she has her face upside down between her ankles. "Please don't stop the music!" Rihanna sings, and your sister moves her head upward joining her hands on her calf and somehow seems to slide her whole torso along her leg until she was standing straight and turned to you.

"Uho," you think, uncomfortable with your already rock-hard dick despite everything you wrote in your notebook a few minutes ago. She's now walking toward you, swaying her hips seductively, caressing your chin, sitting on your lap and pressing her chest against your torso, her lips so close to yours that you can feel her breath, and then "Passable candidate" she whispers in sync with the song, a naughty smile on her face. She swiftly moves her leg between you, and suddenly she's turning her back to you but shaking her booty against your crotch. She seize both of your hands and guide them along her belly until she makes you bend your fingers to grab the fabric of her crop top. Following her direction, you release her of the piece of cloth while she use her feets to remove her shoes and ends up waving her whole body against yours, dressed only in her lace underwear and dog collar. She slides your hands along her flanks downward to her hips and leaves them there while she straightens up just enough to bring the clap of her bra at your teeth level. You can see that it has been modified to be easier to unclap and, understanding what she wants you to do, you bite on the string to tear it apart.

"I just came here to party

But now we're rockin' on the dance floor, actin' naughty"

She suddenly stands up and you feel an emptiness against your entire self as she dances away like a sensual she-devil, lets the strap of her bra fall down her shoulders one after another and gives you a naughty smile as she turns halfway around, then she spin on herself the other way around, topless but with a hand cuping one of her breasts while her arm hides the other one so you can't see either of her nipples. She catwalks back toward you rythmically and fall on her knees in front of you with her hands on both sides of your lap, lipsyncing "I wanna take you away" with an emphatic stare, as you finally discover her big, round tits in all their glory. They are beautiful, the perfect shape and size, with dark nipples and no tanmarks. She gets up and once again guides your hands, this time toward her thong so you can slide your thumbs underneath the strings. She lets you play with it but not actually get her rid of her last piece of clothing, so to speak. She then escapes your touch again, teasing with you, playing with your nerves, but you know she will be all the more satisfactory when the music ends and she stands naked.

When she ultimately turns around, you hear her voice sings the next part.

"Baby, are you ready? ’Cause it's getting close

Don't you feel the passion ready to explode?"

And then this is it. Down her hips slides the thong, and you can see her perfect shapely ass in its full glory. But it doesn't ends here. She bends forward once again, the underwear passing her thighs and knees, and you can see a glimpse of her perfectly shaven pussy.

No, not shaven. The notebook made her body perfect for you, and you're almost certain that she just can't grow hair below her neck. But your attention revert back to the here and now when she walks out of her thong and comes sitting on your lap with her legs crossed on your right side and her arms wrapped around your shoulder, her gorgeous, magnifiscent body entirely bare except for the collar. You can feel your heart pounding like a jackhammer and your head is about to explode.

You faintly hear Rihanna sing the last verses.

"I just can't refuse it, like the way you do this

Keep on rockin' to it

Please don't stop the, please don't stop the, please don't stop the music"