“Let’s Call Miss whoever”

“That’s a great Idea” You say, turning to Emily who is shaking with anticipation, waiting to find out what. “This Miss Goodrich. Can you get in touch with her?”

“Y...yes. Probably. I think. It might take some time.” Emily’s teeth chatter.

“Good.” You instruct, easing into your position of dominance over your slut sister quite comfortably. “Find her number. We’re gonna call her.”

So Emily grabs her phone and starts poking around. 5 minutes pass. Then 10. Then 30.

Finally Carrie grabs her phone and after about a minute speaks up “is it Ellen Goodrich?”

“Yes” Emily replies.

“Found her.” Carrie holds up her phone

You laugh and lean toward your sister. “Big. Dumb. Fucking. Slut” and you tell her your plans. “You’re going to call her and tell her that all the time she spent mentoring you was a waste because your just a bimbo fuck slut now, understand?”

Emily nods and slowly dials. Her chest heaves up and down. You’ve never seen her this nervous, this out of control.

“H...hello? Is this Miss Goodrich?... yes.... yes it’s Emily... I know.... years... good, how have you been?”

And this is taking too long for your liking. You place a hand on Emily’s shoulder and slowly push her onto her back.

“I want... I wanted to tell you something.” A tear slips down Emily’s cheek. “All that time you spend training me. All that time...”

You spread your sister’s legs. Her body trembles so intensely now, anticipating what’s about to happen. It’s almost as if she’s having a seizure.

“Yes... I know... it was worthless.... no I mean it... I’m no good at the flute... I’m only good at one thing....”

You hold your cock up to your bimbo sister’s slit and finally slide it in.

She gasps as she tries to talk. “Fucking... yes... fucking... I’m such a slut...”

You take hold of her hips as you thrust into her. Behind you you can sense Carrie watching with delight, rubbing at herself.

“... I don’t want to... play the flute... I don’t want to do... anything... but get fucked...”

Your thighs slap against your sister’s thighs. Her tits bounce back and forth as you plow her. You know one thing for sure. There’s no going back.

“...I mean it... I don’t want to even... be a... person anymore.... just a... fuck thing.... fuck... fuck... object.”

You thrust into her intensely now. Over and over. More tears fall down her face, as much from joy as humiliation, the two emotions inseparable. Your cock feels amazing inside her.

“Tell me... you saw it... in me... back then. Please... tell me... you knew I’d make... a great fuck... slut...” she’s still trying to get her teacher’s approval. How pathetic. “Please... just say..”

And suddenly Carrie is there. She grabs the phone and throws it across the room before positioning her thighs on either side of your sister’s face. “Open wide slut!” She demands as she spreads her lips in time to squirt all over your sister’s face.

And you’re about to cum too. Watching Carrie lean in and start to lick her own juices off your sister’s face only helps. And she starts to whisper something that you can barely make out. But you do.

“Why haven’t you cum yet?” She asks your sister. “You should have cum a bunch already. What happened to my little cum monster?” Carrie smiles “I think it’s because deep down your body knows that it now exists purely for the pleasure of others. You cumming isn’t important, is it?”

“No.”

“What if you never came again?”

“That’s... fine”

“Why?”

“Cause I’m just a bimbo... fuck... object.”

And with that you jizz inside your sister, or whatever is left of Your sister.

It’s a sensational sexual experience.

“Well I’m satisfied” Carrie says “you?”

You frown “well....” Something is bugging you.