“You know my sister has always thought she is better than me.”

George smiled, “So, you want to have your little sister be the household slave? For me to fuck? To entertain my friends? To suck on your cum filled cunt and clean you up after a long night of selling your body?”

Abbey moaned, “I guess we’ll have to get her a nice uniform to wear,” Abbey said, biting her lip. “Maybe I should just put it on my tab.” George smiled but didn’t say anything. “Alright, make my little sister your slave, fuck her rotten and make her clean up for us.”

George nodded, “I can message her now,” he said. He stood up and took Abbey empty glass with him, “Refill?”

“Please, dear.”

George came back a short while later with his phone and pulled up the last message from Clare, “See,” he said, handing his phone and the wine to Abbey.

Abbey had a look at the last series of measures from only about two months ago. “Now I’m 18. Will you take me up on my offer?”

“Scroll up,” George said, sipping his bubbles.

“I will do anything you want. I will be your slave. I will fuck you and your friends much better than Abbey. Please.” Abbey handed the phone back to George. “Wow, she really did offer to be your slave.”

“Yep, and now I might take her up on that offer. Bring her around Wednesday when you are out and fuck her hard. Not tell her that you know about it, but we can surprise her when you get home.”

“She’ll be so embarrassed.”

Abbey laughed. George nodded, “Yeah, but it will be fun. Think you can bring home a suitably slutty outfit for her uniform? We can then get her dressed before she kisses your cunt all better while I fuck her a second time.”

“You remember she’s allergic to the pill, right?” Abbey checked.

George nodded, “Which I think makes her the perfect household slave. Fucked and degraded like I did to you tonight, but with no protection. See if she thinks she’s better than you when she’s barefoot and pregnant eating your cunt while I fuck her doggy style.”

Abbey moaned, “Why the fuck does that turn me on?” she asked rhetorically.

“Because you are fucked up,” George smiled back.

“Promise me one thing?” Abbey asked.

“You will never stop being my wife and the one I love.”

“OK, two things. Make her feel it that first time. I want to come home after fucking lord knows how many men to find my sister ready to please me while she aches from you.”

George smiled, “I will leave handprints on her little tits. But don’t forget, I’m going to be buying services off of you as well.”