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The four of you had all gone out to a nice restaurant that night. It had been a while since Aubrey had seen get sister and nephew, so she was enjoying it to the fullest. While you offered to pay for everything, Anissa still didn't want to drink and, at 19, Teddy couldn't.

One of the things the two of you had been prepared for was the inevitable question of how you got together. It took a while to figure out how to navigate that with people and this was even more so the case when it came to her sister. She couldn't believe Aubrey would get with a married man, but after a lot of convincing and after seeing how happy she was, Ani reluctantly agreed. Though, you could tell she wasn't your biggest fan.

Fate swooped in, however, when your phone rang. There was an issue with a case at the office and you needed to get over there. You weren't nearly as drunk as Aubrey, but you were still hesitant to drive. "I'll take you," Ani offered. "It'll let me get to know my future brother-in-law better. You two stay and finish dinner." It wasn't the easy you'd wanted the night to go, but you didn't have much choice. So, with that being said, you and Anissa left Zack and Aubrey to dinner.

"Sorry about this..." You said sheepishly as you sunk further into the passenger seat. You were absolutely embarrassed at being shuttled around by your future sister-in-law because you got a bit drunk.

Anissa sighed and ran a hand through her hair, "it's fine."

"No, it's not. You got all dressed up and pretty and here I am making you drive to my office when you're supposed to be having fun." You wanted to disappear. This was not the first impression you wanted to make.

She raised an eyebrow. "All pretty?"

"Yea. I mean you look great in your dress," you slurred out the words.

This caught Anissa's ear. For as long as she could remember, she'd always been compared to Aubrey. Aubrey was the lawyer making the big bucks while Anissa was the single mom who struggled as a teacher. But... she saw something of an opportunity.

She rested a hand on your leg, gently rubbing it. "Why don't you tell me more about how great I look? It would go a long way to make up for tonight."

On a normal night, you wouldn't even dream of doing something like that. But with the pressure (and the ****), your tongue loosened. "Your clothes look like they were made for you. They accentuate your every curve and... uh... You look really hot."

"Oh? I do, do I?" As you pulled into the parking lot, her hand "slipped" onto your crotch, though she kept rubbing.

"Anissa—" She put her finger to your lips.

"Between my sister and I, who looked better tonight? Sure, Aubs wore a rather revealing outfit, but I find that I'm more... classy and sexy. She looked quite trashy." Anissa scoffed, her rubbing only growing more intense.

"What? I... I wouldn't say trashy..." You hesitated as your mind tried to play catch-up.

"You should. It would make me happy. You want to make me happy, right? After all the trouble you've put me through tonight. Tell me that you thought I looked better than my sister and that she looked like a trashy whore." She squeezed down on your cock, lightly rubbing it with her thumb.

You shouldn't. You knew you shouldn't. But she was drawing it out of you. And maybe she'd leave your... pants alone if you said what she wanted you to say.

"F-fine. But only because you told me to. Anissa, you looked so much better than Aubrey tonight. She was dressed like a trashy whore while you were dressed like a goddess." You felt the words fall from your mouth and hang in the air for a long moment.

"Goddess, hm...? Good boy," she smirked, feeling your cock jump. "Hm? Did you like that? Do you like it when I call you a good boy?" She leaned closer to you, her breath at your neck. "Call me your goddess. Worship my again. I want to know just how much better I look than my sister. If you're good enough, I'll give you a nice reward."

A reward? What could she possibly mean by that? Still... your curiosity was piqued. Your liquored-up mind justified it to yourself: they're just words. You don't even have to mean them! Just make her happy and be done with it.

You cleared your throat and looked at her. "Y-you have such a perfect body, my goddess. Your body is so sexy and tight... You make Aubrey look like an old hag. There's no context between you and her because you would win every time." You hoped that was good enough. You kind of just rambled as much as you could.

It did seem to have a positive effect on her, though. She climbed into your lap and sat facing you, "your goddess is pleased." You weren't even able to ask a question before her lips met yours. "Do I kiss better than her?"

"Yes..." You moaned, half-aware of the question.

"Good boy," she laughed as she felt your hips buck underneath her. "Do I feel better than her?"

"Yes..." You replied in your haze.

"I'm the better sister, aren't I, John?" She kissed at your neck ever so gently. "You don't need to pretend that you love my hag of a sister. She was so mean to you..." Her lips dragged across your ear. "She broke up your marriage because she was jealous of your happiness and wanted it all to herself." Her arms were set on your shoulders as she looked into your eyes. Anissa was enjoying her power trip, that much was evident.

Despite everything, you knew that what she was saying was insane. It wasn't true at all. But there was a part of you that wanted to go along with her play just to see where she would take it. The morbid curiosity was driving a deeper, more primal aspect of yourself.

"You need someone better than that. Someone who can take care of you and be a good wife while you work. Someone who can manage the home as well as your—" she shifted in place. You could feel her wetness through her underwear as she started to grind on you, "—more basic needs. Isn't that right? You'd rather have your sexy goddess than that trashy slut, wouldn't you?"

You weren't even given the opportunity to respond as her lips crashed down on yours once more. Her hands ruffled your hair as she bucked her hips in your lap. "I know you want this, John. It can be all yours; I can be all yours. All you need to do is give me complete control." Anissa brushed her hand down the side of your cheek, looking at you with a wistful, yet seductive, gaze. "I'm going to ruin my sister and take everything that belongs to her and you're going to help me do it. Do you know why? Because you know that I'm the better sister. Because you know that you're hopeless without me. You need a firm hand to guide you... A teacher, if you will."