Your sister Alicia

As you walk out of your room, fully erect and feeling an intense desire to complete your mission so you can get back to your room and the horny succubus waiting for you, your sister exits her bedroom. Alicia is a 5'4", brown-eyed brunette. Very hard-working and very dedicated to her desire to become a top-level educator. Three years older than you (at 21 years old), Alicia was always a top student and studious almost to a fault, partially working her way through college by working as a part time teacher's aid. She was smart and meticulous enough that the professors had often had her correct papers generally beyond the purview of normal aids. Most of the rest of the students saw her as the ultimate teacher's pet. As you stared at her you see something different; you see an obvious target.

Steeling yourself you do your best to tamp down the guilt you can't help but feel as you realize what you're about to do. As she turns towards you, unsure if it is the pulsing erection in your pants or the corrupting influence of the ring you're holding affecting you a bit, but you also notice things about her you hadn't before. She wears loose blouses and pants to hide her body, but for the first time you care to actually look in to try to see what there is under all of it. The swell of her (probably) about b-cup breasts, slim waist, and cute, round face. Tight, pale lips and small button nose next to her large, expressive eyes were hidden behind her glasses with the burgundy, pink, and white frames made you not think of her as your sister, but as someone who could do fairly well in the, "nerdy girl gets pounded," segment of the porn industry. Quick to hide the new thoughts in your head you approach her as she slings her book bag over her shoulder. Trying your best to put on a friendly, unassuming little brother vibe you give her a friendly smile, "Still here? I take it you didn't have any classes today?"

She looks at you with her usual casual and friendly smile, "No, got plenty to worry about tomorrow though. Two mid-term tests. Professor Williams' class will be rapping up soon. She's asked me to help correct some and I accepted."

You gave her a friendly laugh, "Of course you did. My sister, so smart, dedicated, and honest. Everyone at the school actually encourage you to do work that even the best of normal students wouldn't even be allowed to go near. Have I ever told you how proud of you I am?" As you say this you notice her blushing a little bit, but her dismissive nature dissipates. Giving her praise and support had always been the best way to win her over. Knowing how susceptible she is to praise from those close to her makes another strong wave of guilt come popping up. Whether your desire to not be tortured in Hell forever, the ring itself, succubus' influence, or a combination is responsible you're unsure but that guilt and shame is very quickly knocked back once again.

"Thanks. What brought this on?"

You just shrug your shoulders, "Nothing really, just idle thoughts and whatnot. Helping me realize how hard you work, how much I think you deserve a day off to yourself." You make a big show of patting your pants pockets and smiling. With an overt show of overacting and an attempt to look silly and unassuming you reach into your pocket and pull out the ring, bowing in an over-the-top, presentation and looking at the floor as if addressing royalty. "In fact milady, if this one may be so bold as to offer you a token of my admiration and sincerity I would ask you to wear my favor upon thy digit whilst engaged in ye noble duties."

Upon lifting your head to look at her again, as expected you see a smile as she rubs the right side of her face after her face-palm. She takes the ring at it, seeming somehow transfixed and awed by it despite the ridiculously plain appearance, "Where'd you get this thing?"

A quick lie pops into your head, "Me and my friends heading out of the grocery store the other day and Mike thought it would be funny to buy some of those cheap, plastic toys they sell in the vending machines out front. Weird though, the way it looks. So boring it almost seems as if they went out of their way to be lazy making it, don't you think? Almost makes a person wonder why someone would make a thing like that in the first place."

Framing something as a sociological curiosity was also a good way to get Alicia to be interested in something, even though the magic of the ring already seemed to be doing a good job, "Yeah, good point. It may make for an interesting thing to look into and a conversation starter down the road." With a smile more sensual than anything he had ever seen from Alicia before she slid the ring onto her left ring finger.

As her right hand pulled on the ring, there was an immediate change in the aura of the room and you saw something different in Alicia's eyes. She had always had a touch of friendly condescension in her eyes when addressing you but that melted away and you could see a touch of admiration and devotion. She suddenly stopped acting like a strong, confident person when addressing you and was suddenly acting more like an insecure school girl with a crush. Blushing she gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and giggled, "Thanks bro, I'm so happy to know that you think so highly of me. I uh, got to get going now."

Likewise your attitude changed as well. Despite your doing this as easily as you did, deep down you previously had to tamp down a tremendous amount of guilt, that was gone now. Why would you feel guilty about showing your beloved sister the truth of the world? The rewards of the mortal realm are futile and silly, working as hard as she does is just a waste and ultimately foolish. As you watch her out the living room window get into her car and drive away you realize that what you did was actually the right thing to do. The good, moral thing to do. Instead of pissing her life away on tests, jobs, and hard work she can now just lie back and let random people ram orgasm after orgasm into her tight, little cunnie. She will be convincing others of this and in doing so you turned her from a terrible, reprehensible heathen into a glorious, soon-to-be exalted prophet of the way things really should be.

With an unmatched feeling of certitude you walk back to your bedroom, "Sugar-tits, daddy's home..."