Hierarchy of Needs Ch. 03

That was the other reason she wanted it, the other secret need she had to hide from her brother: letting him take her like this was the first step towards submitting to Jacob completely. To having him treat her as nothing more than a sex doll, as a hole to take his dick.

But for now, she just wanted to feel her brother entering her.

He didn't disappoint.

The naked teenage girl was bent over her bed while Jacob stood behind her. Ashley knew that her brother had never actually been with a woman, and so she'd decided to make it as easy for him as possible. Her large breasts were mashed against her bed linen, and she was letting him control the pace as his cock slid inside her for the first time.

As his erection entered her, she shuddered with pleasure. It was everything she'd been dreaming of for so long. She was truly submitting sexually to her brother, letting him use her.

For the first time, she let herself believe it. She was going to be his sex slave. It was really going to happen.

With a grunt, Jacob completed his thrust. His entire dick was inside her, filling her up, making her hole feel whole. As he began to withdraw it, the experience overwhelmed her, and the naked young woman began shaking.

She was cumming.

Just one thrust in, she was cumming. Ashley was getting off as her brother fucked her, getting off to the fact that her brother was using her.

"Please," she managed to gasp. "Please, sir...don't stop."

Jacob's hands were on her waist, and he pulled back until the head of his cock was the only part inside his sister's twitching body.

"I'm going to fuck you," he gasped, and Ashley's eyes rolled back at the lust that she could hear in his raspy voice. "Oh, god..."

With one strong thrust, her brother's dick was entirely inside her once more. Ashley could feel her pussy dripping onto the bed; Jacob was making her so wet, she was literally leaking.

Her orgasm faded, but it wasn't more than a few thrusts before she jerked with pleasure as another one overcame her.

I'm his sex doll, she mentally reminded herself as she stayed still on the bed, letting her brother's cock do all the work. I'm nothing but a little fucktoy for Jacob. For my brother. I'm...I'm my brother's fucktoy...

She shivered as another climax hit her. The experience of finally being used by her brother was so intense. It was almost too much. She wanted to cry out in pleasure, to tell her brother how much she loved him, how much she loved being used by his cock...but she remained silent.

Even greater than Ashley's desire to scream with pleasure was her need to be her brother's good girl.

She was his good girl.

It had only been a few minutes since Ashley had coaxed a load of cum from Jacob's balls, but it still wasn't long before he grunted a warning, letting his sister know that he was going to fill her up.

"Do it," she gasped. She hadn't stopped cumming the entire time her brother had been fucking her, each orgasm rolling into the next. Ashley knew that this was her purpose in life. She had been born to serve her brother. She had been born to be his sex slave. This was what she needed, more than anything else in life. "Please, sir..."

She needed to be her brother's sex slave.

Ashley had never felt so complete.

"I'm cumming," Jacob groaned, and Ashley's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt it, a warmth between her legs.

He'd done it. Her brother had cum inside her. He'd spilled his seed inside his sister sex-slave. He'd filled her with his froth. He'd unloaded inside her, turning her into the cum-recepticle she so desperately yearned to be for him.

Ashley's entire body began to rock as a final orgasm overcame her, as large as the previous few combined. This was why she existed. This was why she'd been put on earth. To please her brother. To please Jacob with her body. To be his fucktoy.

To be her brother's sex slave.

When Ashley opened her eyes several minutes later, her brother had a goofy grin on his face.

"That was pretty good," he said, almost shyly, and she nodded.

"That was amazing," she agreed without hesitation. "Please, sir...we can do that again. Anytime. Whenever you want to, uh...have another rehearsal, just do it. Please."

And he did. For the next few days, it was rare for more than a few hours to go past without Jacob finding his sister and using her body for sex.

Ashley always tried to recreate the experience of the first - she would remain totally docile and let her brother fuck her like she was a store-bought item. She wanted to be used by her brother, to be his fuckdoll. When Ashley had sex with her brother, when she let him fuck her, she didn't always experience the same rolling orgasm as she had the first time - she always came, but not always as powerfully as their first time together.

Either way, however, she always had that same feeling of completion. Whenever her brother's cock wasn't inside her, Ashley felt like a lonely jigsaw piece, looking for her fit. When Jacob was filling her up, when she was bringing him pleasure with her cunt, she felt like she'd found it. Her calling. Her purpose. Her primary objective in life.

Except for the start of her stream or when she had to go out, she spent as much time as she could naked, available, ready for her brother to take him. On the rare occasion she was dressed, it was always in a skirt or a dress - clothing that would give her brother complete access, allow him to use her however he wanted.

But one morning, Ashley woke up with a strange feeling. She realized there was a need inside her that wasn't being met. Being used by her brother for sex was incredible (the most incredible feeling of her life) but...there was something missing.

She wanted to be more active during sex.

No, not wanted. Needed.

It hit her with the same certainty that so many revelations had; she needed to be her brother's sex slave. She needed to be submissive, docile, obedient.

And she needed to be more active during sex.

The next time Ashley's brother approached her with an erection, she sat on his lap and rode him, gyrating her hips and letting him suck on her nipples while they fucked. A few hours later, she lay him down on the bed and rode him reverse cowgirl, giving him an incredible view of her bleached asshole clenching as she came.

After that, it was a mix. Sometimes her brother would grab her by the back of the neck and bend her over, and she'd know that he wanted her to be nothing more than a hole for her to fuck. Sometimes, he'd lay back and let her ride him, or fuck her doggystyle, moaning in pleasure as she pushed back against him, building a rhythm that brought both of them as much pleasure as was humanly possible.

No matter what, though, Ashley was just happy that he was fucking her. She was always ready; whenever Jacob got hard, Ashley was there to pleasure him with her body.

After a week of near-constant fucking, Jacob told her that he was ready to make the video.

The young woman's heart sank. She'd almost completely forgotten that was the reasoning she'd used to convince Jacob to start using her every hole (he'd taken her ass for the first time a few days earlier) for his pleasure. Truth be told, she'd hoped he would forget as well.

Her goal had been to completely normalize sex between them. Ashley wanted her brother to treat fucking her like he did getting water from a tap: a handy option that was always available, to the point that he couldn't imagine living without it.

She tried to put her heart and soul into the video, but even before her brother told her, she knew that her performance had been relatively flat. Ashley had cum long and loud, but hadn't focused enough on the camera. She'd seen enough camgirl porn to know that it wasn't about a genuine union of bodies; it was about exhibiting the female form.

Her focus had been too much on getting Jacob off, and not enough on performing for the camera.

"Perhaps we need more rehearsal, sir?" she asked, still coming down from the powerful orgasm she always reached when her brother came inside her.

Over the next ten days, Ashley's pussy coaxed more cum out of her brother than her mouth had in the past month. She dutifully focused on what they'd do for the camera (she wanted to be obedient, after all) but even as she did, a feeling of dread grew inside her.

She had no idea if her plan was working. Her brother was impossible to read - it was obvious that Jacob enjoyed fucking his sister, but would that be enough for him to want her as his sex slave? On the rare occasion her body wasn't wrapped around his or performing for the camera, she was trying to serve him in every other way possible. She cooked for him, cleaned for him...she would've wiped his butt after he went to the bathroom if he'd asked.

Finally, they shot another video.

"Looks like all that rehearsal paid off," Jacob said with a smile, when they were done. "I think we got it."

"Sir??" Ashley replied, her soft tone unable to mask the panic she felt. "On the second take?"

Her brother had never approved the second take of a video. Either his standards were slipping...or he was looking for an excuse to stop fucking his sister.

She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what she could do. She was obeying his every command, trying desperately to predict his needs. Ashley knew the sex was great, but...god, why hadn't it worked?

Being her brother's sex slave had become an overwhelming need. Aside from basic biological urges, everything else in Ashley's life faded into the background. She would have done anything - anything - to make it happen. She got off not only on the feeling of her brother inside her, not just from the obedience, the submission, the feeling of total fulfilment...

No, more than anything, Ashley got off on bringing her brother pleasure. Getting him off was what got her off. She loved it. She was hooked. And she didn't want to give her up.

But for some reason, her brother just didn't think of her the same way. To Jacob, she was just his sister. Even as she offered her body to him at every opportunity, allowed him to use her every hole however he pleased, she couldn't shift his image of her. She was nothing more than his older sister.

Unlike her, Jacob didn't want more. He seemed to be completely happy with their relationship.

It was the question that constantly haunted Ashley: how could she make him see how much more she could be?

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The video made a killing. Of course it did; after my sister's first (and only) blowjob video, she hadn't released anything else, and...well, let's just say her fans noticed.

When the follow-up was a video of Ashley taking a dick, the site exploded. It literally went down for almost twenty minutes as people tried to buy the video.

The video was scorching hot, if I do say so myself. I'd been prepared to insist on take after take, building up a huge portfolio of my dick inside my sister, a digital spankbank I could enjoy for decades even I somehow screwed things up with my sister...although that possibility was looking increasingly unlikely as time went on.

But the best part was that the video, the video of my sister's eyes tightly shut as she came again and again, clearly not faking her two dozen orgasms, her skin flushed and her pussy glistening...

The video didn't even compare to the real experience.

I'd never had sex before, so it's possible that I was just reacting the way every guy does to his first time.

But honestly, I don't think that I was.

I doubt many guys have their first time with a sex goddess, one of the top-rated models on one of the most popular cam sites. I doubt many people lose their virginity to someone they've been lusting after for years, forbidden fruit that society demands they never taste. A person they've fantasized about, knowing with complete certainty that their desires would never come to forbidden fruition.

And how many people get to pop their cherry with someone they've spent the last few months molding into their perfect sexual partner, completely dedicated to getting them off? Not just dedicated - obsessed. My sister could cum just at the idea of getting me off.

Yeah. I feel like my assessment was probably pretty accurate.

There was so much to love about it. Firstly, the sex itself, of course. I'd touched my sister before, of course. Even before finding the filing cabinets, I'd helped her run suntan lotion on or whatever. And once we'd started making videos together, I'd touched her pussy, her tits. I'd grabbed her neck for a video of her being choked (it hadn't sold as well as we'd expected; sometimes you just can't predict what'll land, y'know?) and I'd grabbed her hair while she sucked my cock.

But there's something different about touching someone while your dick is deep inside them. My sister's perfect, smooth skin felt even better while her pussy was clenching around my cock. I'd run my hands up and down her body, tug on her nipples, pull her hair, or just trace patterns across her back.

She loved it. I mean, she loved everything I did. She probably would've cum if I'd just started barking like a dog; Ashley was so utterly thrilled to be used by me.

Then there was how wet she got. It was like her pussy was drooling, desperate to take my cock, working overtime to make sure there was enough lubrication to avoid even the faintest hint of resistance. My sister's body wanted to be soaking wet, pliable, always ready to fuck. And (in case it isn't obvious) - it worked.

Not only did it feel great, it was such an ego-boost. Just the sight of me was enough to turn my sister on, to turn her cunt into a faucet. She wanted me, perhaps even as much as I wanted her. Or more.

Another highlight was her expressions. My sister has always been expressive; she has such big eyes, such thick lips. She's like a cartoon character, but one you wanted to fuck. If my sister had been a cartoon character, she would've been more fuckable than even Jessica Rabbit, Lola Bunny, even the chick from The Road to El Dorado.

So I'd give her an order - "get me a water" - and not only would she obey immediately (a perk in and of itself), but her eyes would go hazy for a second, like she was getting turned on just from the instruction. Then she'd get me the water or whatever and come back and just watch me drink it, looking like she'd pleased her god, like she was fulfilling her true purpose in life.

Which I guess, from her perspective, she was. Obeying me, being my sex slave...nothing was a higher priority to her.

But honestly, I think the hottest part - above the sex, her expressions, the way it felt, even the fact that she was my older sister and had rededicated her life to serving me - was the fact that I'd done it.

I'd made it happen. All of it.

If I had never found the cabinet, worked out how it worked, played it safe and smart and pushed when I needed to...my older sister would still just be exactly that. My older sister, someone who liked her brother Jacob but didn't really think of it beyond that.

It was the power, I guess. The control. And just as much, the feeling of satisfaction.

Just as my sister had 'Be Jacob's Sex Slave' as one of her top priorities, I had 'Sex With Ashley' as one of mine. And not only was I doing it, getting to use my sister's body whenever I wanted, wherever I wanted, fucking her whenever the urge took me...I got to know that I'd made it happen.

I thought of it often as I took her. Moving files around a dusty old cabinet had brought me her, resulted in Ashley's cunt pulsing around my dick as she climaxed again and again. Even the first time: it had been so hot, watching my sister cum and cum and cum, knowing all the while that if I hadn't ever found that cabinet, there was no chance this would happen.

My sister had turned from an ordinary teenager to an incest-obsessed exhibitionist slut. No - I'd turned my sister from an ordinary teenager into an incest-obsessed exhibitionist slut. And I'd never felt prouder in my life.

With 'Morality' as such a low priority, it's hard to say if I should have felt guilty about it. I mean, my sister had more money in the bank than she would have otherwise. She'd never have to work again - neither of us would.

And that money hadn't been earned by exploiting anyone, or harming the environment or anything like that. In fact, she'd earned that money by putting pleasure into the world. Even if you took me out of the equation, Ashley had been responsible for hundreds of thousands - possibly millions - of orgasms. She'd put countless hours of entertainment into the world.

Before my meddling, that perfect body had been locked away, viewable only by the occasional boyfriend. Now, it was accessible by anyone who wanted to see it.

How could one not see that as a net good?

And now, we'd released what I was fairly sure would - correctly - go down in history as one of the best amateur sex tapes ever made. I have a pretty good body, even when compared to my stunning sister, and her performance, the positions, the camerawork (I'd learned a lot in my time making tapes for Ashley) and, of course, the finish - my sister kneeling in front of me, tears in her eyes as she frantically rubbed her pussy and begged for my cum.

She came again as it splashed onto her tits, falling backwards and twitching in a final shot that could rival Casablanca's, before opening her eyes and thanking me - her master - for using her that way.

Yeah. I'd watched it back with my sister, getting so turned on in the process that I'd pulled her onto my lap, both of us staring at the screen as we fornicated.

But here's the thing: even after the release, Ashley still didn't make a move.

I was stumped. I mean, don't get me wrong - my sister's body being available to me every waking moment was pretty freaking great. For three weeks, I had been inside my sister more often than Kramer entered Jerry's apartment. If the absolute worst-case scenario was that this became our new normal, my sister letting me fuck her anywhere and anytime I wanted...I could live with that.

But I wanted more.

I wanted more, and I knew that Ashley wanted more as well. After all, I'd ordered her priorities myself. Breathing, eating, and then becoming Jacob's sex slave.

With no idea why she wasn't saying anything, I'd moved 'Be Jacob's Sex Slave' above everything else, in case she (somehow) just didn't want it enough.

It hadn't worked. The only difference was the passion with which she seemed to rededicate herself to getting me off. In my entire life, I've never seen anyone so obsessive; every chance she got, Ashley was either fucking me, or trying to turn me on enough to fuck her.

It was hot as hell, but I couldn't stop racking my brain. Why wasn't she making a move? Why wasn't she offering herself as my sex slave?

Part of me wondered if I should be the one to bring it up, but it didn't feel right. A part of me was still scared that if I suddenly made a move, Ashley would suddenly work out that I was the one behind all the changes she'd seen over the past six months.

Unlikely, yeah, but we were so close to the finish line. I would've hated for a last-minute fumble to cost me the game, y'know?

But the main reason, I'm not gonna lie, was that I wanted her to be the one to ask me.

I don't know if it was nervousness, or maybe ego, but that was what I wanted. My naked, collared sister begging me to make her my sex slave...that was how I'd always pictured it.

Maybe you think that's dumb, and that I should've just taken what I could get. But I knew my ultimate fantasy was within my grasp. If I had the opportunity to make that happen, why not go for it?

The worst-case scenario (aside from somehow messing up and losing everything) was that we'd just keep going as we did. Me using my sister's every hole for my pleasure, while she obsessively tried to turn me on however she could.