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It doesn’t take much for my mind to be overrun with thoughts of you. You’re just sitting there, playing video games in your short checkered skirt and your artfully torn punk style top. You’re sucking on a cake pop, not even aware yet of what your big brother is planning to put in your mouth.
I’ve been conditioning you for months at this point, but I don’t know if I’ve taken enough time to truly indoctrinate you into what is on your horizon. At any rate, our parents aren’t home, and we live in a rural area, so even if you scream, no one will hear you.
My friends answer the group chat with the news that they’re on their way. I tell them I’ll leave the door unlocked so they can come in and join the fun whenever they arrive.
Unable to stand it anymore, I walk into the living room, up to where you’re sitting on the floor. My bulge is evident, and you’re perfectly at cock level, but I resist the urge to grab you by the back of your head and force the situation. No, sweet sister. You’re going to give me head.
You look up at me, the cake pop still in your mouth, and I watch your eyes drift down to my crotch.
“Aren’t you gonna say hello?” I ask, impatience in my voice. You look up at me balefully, your eyes full of trepidation.
“I don’t want to do that anymore, big brother,” you nearly whisper. “It’s wrong.”
“I don’t care about your wants,” I say smartly, reaching out to stroke your face. “Don’t you want to be a good mannered little girl?”
You hesitate, then answer under your breath, to where I can barely hear your response. I ask you to repeat yourself, at which point you look up at me and pull a face.
“Big brother should know I was about to beat my high score in the game,” you pout.
Not playing anymore, I grab you by the hair and drag you to face my bulge. “That’s no excuse for not giving me a proper hello. Suck it.” I let go of your hair and let your clever fingers wander to my zipper, feeling the hardness underneath.
And just like you’ve been conditioned to, you obey. You free my cock from my underwear and start slowly sucking up and down the length, lovingly taking me in to your pretty little mouth. I sigh and relax, knowing that this is just the warm up.
By the time the others arrive, I’m fucking your face, and tears are blinding your eyes, making your baby blues glisten even more. You don’t notice the others at first, your attention is so locked on me. But then you notice the four young men staring at you from the doorway and try to pull back. I don’t let you. I keep your mouth on my cock.
“Come in, guys, you’re just in time.” After fucking your throat hard and deep for a few more seconds, I let you go so you can slump, exhausted, drooling and gagging on the floor. “I was just reinforcing how little sisters should say hello.”
As soon as you get your breath, you look up at the men who are now circling around you, each with a lustful glint in his eye. You look at me and plead your case once more.
“Big brother, I don’t want this,” you whine. “I just want to play games and hang out with my big brother.”
“We’re going to play games,” one of my friends says, stepping up from the shadows. He already was holding his cock, stroking it gently as he moved toward you. “Do I just take her mouth?”
I laugh, my hand still on the back of your head, and shove you toward the approaching friend. “Her mouth, her pussy, whatever. Just help me teach her that she’s a filthy cum dumpster.”
You try to get up, get away, but we’ve encircled you now and strong arms push you back onto your knees The first friend, the bold one, shoves his cock into your mouth like it’s the only thing that will keep him alive. Another two come up more shyly, cocks in hand. Your eyes are wide and preoccupied with the tears forming from the dick slamming down your throat, but I give you a light slap on the ass to let you know you’re being rude.
“Don’t just focus on one guest, little sister. You’ve got to make all my friends feel good.” The burly young man who’s uncut cock was just down your throat lets go, and between gags you gasp out your confusion. “I… don’t know… what you mean… big brother.” Before you can catch your breath or compose yourself, another one of my friends makes you take his cock to the hilt.
“Use your hands, sister.” I say calmly. I see you still floundering, so I take one of your hands and place it on one of the waiting young men’s cocks. “Stroke it.”
You do, hesitantly at first, but increasingly with steady rhythm. I listen to the beautiful sounds of you choking and gargling on cock; one friend is now straddling your face and practically holding your head upside down while he fucks you.
When the first friend enters your pussy, you scream. Not a scream of pleasure, but one of pain and surprise. He had simply tugged your panties aside to enter you, no warm up. In your ear, he tells you how much you like it. .
You’re crying now, and any time you catch a breath between dicks you beg for it to stop. But I need you to understand. This is just manners.
“Dumb little slut sisters like you are going to greet my friends properly,” I whisper in your ear while two of my friends fuck your ass and pussy, both matching your terrified moans in enthusiasm and ecstasy. “You’re going to greet them with your mouth and other holes when they come over. Understand?”
Through tears and a mouth full of cock, you nod. One of my friends rubs forcefully on your clit while you’re being fucked. I can see in your eyes you’re overstimulated. I want to add to that sensation.
I leave you to my friends’ devices for a few minutes while I rummage around in Mom and Dad’s room. Finally, I found what I was looking for: our Mom’s large wand, charged and ready for your pussy.
When I come back in to the room, your eyes have practically rolled to the back of your head. Your face is covered in cum, and the guys who have finished are sitting around watching the show, cheering the group on to more depravity.
I hold the wand to your clit forcefully and turn it to its highest setting. I’m looking to give you an orgasm, hard and fast and violent, like you deserve. But you fight at every turn, struggling against the arms holding you down and the wand held oh so carefully against your pussy.
Now that your mouth isn’t full of cock for a moment, it’s time to see if you learned your lesson. I rub the wand in slow circles against your clit and you shake.
“What did you do to deserve this, little sister?” I ask, amusement and cruelty dripping from my voice.
Between sobs, you answer me. “I didn’t… say hello… to your friends…”
“That’s right. And I’m sure you’ll know to greet them in the future.”
“Yes, big brother.” One of my buddies pulls out and I see the cum, glistening, drip from your ass and pussy. “I’ll be good.”
“Such a good little slut,” I say as I enter your mouth once more. I want to end the lesson on a familiar note. I make sure to keep the wand pressed tight against your clit.
When your legs begin to quake violently and your eyes go blank, I shoot my load down your throat and watch your pussy gush in response to my administrations. You didn’t want to come. You never do. But I make sure to give you at least one orgasm, to train your pussy in how it should respond to me.
Now laying crumpled on the floor in cum covered clothes, you just lay sobbing your heart out. But deep inside you, you feel the addiction to my dick growing. You hate yourself for it, but being passed around by your big brother’s friends made you feel more alive than anything you’ve experienced so far.
And so I see part of you struggle to accept this next part, one of the most important. Because while you’re laying there, beautiful and broken, I come over and stare at your pathetic form. And I lean in close to whisper the old refrain you know so well.
“You know what will happen if you tell, little sister. They’ll take you away and put you with an actual pervert.” I kiss the top of your head gently. “You’re mine to do with what I want.”
You nod quietly, and I grab you by the chin so that you’re forced to look at me. “Next time, little sister, we’ll make sure to take plenty of pictures.”