Yes

You are leaned back in the computer chair like some high-rolling big shot visiting a strip club with your thus far very obedient younger sister Elsie in front of you, bent over and showing her pussy, you consider your options.

You get your sister to do a few things for your amusement. She slaps her butt, plays with her tits, kneels on the ground and even walks around on all fours. But amusement was not the emotion you were feeling. There was no fun in this. No joy. Not like all those old memories the pair of you shared in this room. Elsie was obeying out of pure, naive trust and love and a desire to help you even if she didn’t understand what was happening.

When you got home you had been so full of fire. So full of a desire to hurt someone, like you’d been hurt. To tear someone down, like you’d been torn down. You just wanted to lash out at those responsible for making you the type of man that women didn’t want.

Deep down you wished it hadn’t have been El that you found first but your wounded soul still demanded vengeance. On seeing her comply to you and debase herself for you with so little fight you saw all of that same weakness that Allison hated in you. That weakness that SHE put in you. As much as you she needed to grow up and toughen up. Yes. She needed to learn.

You pull out your hard cock and begin to jerk off while ogling your sister’s body. You cannot help yourself but to lust after her soft figure even as caustic jealousy sears your pride at the sight of her bigger dick. It didn’t belong on her feminine form. You should have had that dick! It wasn’t fair! You try to draw it out but within a minute you could already feel the pressure growing. And feeling that load approaching only makes you seethe with more bitterness. You couldn’t even get it up for Allie, but for Elsie you were a minute man? God, these women had you so fucked up.

Just before you nut you stand up and stand over your sister. Careful not to actually touch her you point your dick at her upturned face and paint your load all over her stupid, confused face. As you squeeze out the last drop you say. “We’re done.”

On her hands and knees Elsie stops and sits back to look up at you with big, dark puppy dog eyes as your mess oozes down her cheeks. Her bottom lip begins to tremble and tears well in her deep, dark eyes.

“What?” You say, annoyed, as you put your dick away. “You got a problem?”

“This…wasn’t how it was supposed to be.” She whispers, her wavering voice on the verge of crying.

“Get dressed. I’m done with…”

Just then you hear the front door slam. Somebody else was home. Almost certainly your mother given the time. Finally! All that piss and bile that had boiling inside of you is turned up another notch at the prospect of putting another Bailey in their place. Your head snaps to the bedroom door as you hear whoever it was climbing the stairs. Despite your drained balls you were more eager than ever to have it out with someone who would actually fight back. You move so that you could meet your mom at the top of the stairs.

You nearly trip as your little sister still had your leg. Annoyed you kick her grubbing hands off. “Get off of me.”

“Wait.” She pleads. “Wh-What’s wrong Jesse? Tell me what happened. This…isn’t you.”

“Nothing is wrong with me.” You say with scorn. “But you? Look at you. On your hands and knees. Naked. Pitiful.”

With a snort and a shake of your head you channel the rage, the rage, the RAGE. Their fault. Monsters. ****.

You march to the door and swing it wide. To your surprise you see not your mother but your big sister Fiona stepping up into the hall. Yes! Perfect! You wanted a fight and Fiona was JUST the one to give it to you. Equally surprised by your unexpected and dramatic appearance she stops in her tracks and looks up from her phone. Her hazel eyes dart around as she puts together the meaning of you storming out of your little sister’s room.

Appearing behind you arrives a naked Elsie, sobbing. Her face wet with tears and your dripping jizz she tries to cover her dignity with one hand across her breasts and another over her dick. “S-S-Something’s wrong with Jesse.” She weeps. “Something’s…wrong.”

On seeing the state of Elsie…a change washes over your big sister’s face. A fearsome, terrible, soul-chilling transformation. In all your years with Fiona you had only ever known her anger to be fierce and tempestuous and to burn red hot. But the anger you see come over her was ice cold and as hard as steel. You had always thought that was nothing so scary as those burning hazel eyes of hers when her temper was running high, but the way she looked at you now…like a stranger…like an outsider…like she did not care whether you lived or died…froze your heart in true terror.

Her phone slips from her hand to clatter onto the floor. She gives it no thought. She takes one long stride toward you and the next thing you knew you were seeing stars…followed by a fathomless dark.