My Brother My Slave Ch. 05

*A/N: IF YOU DON'T LIKE FEMALE DOMINATION STORIES, don't waste your time reading this series. You have been warned. This installment is much longer, by request, however it also contains a small amount of BDSM. The contents will turn on some and appall others, so fair warning. I hope you enjoy it.*

**All characters are at least 18 years of age or older**

Jeff felt it begin, torturous, insistent, engulfing, blissful, welcoming, and completely irresistible. His arms cradled her ass, his hands at the middle of her back as her body writhed in beneath him in the throes of abandonment. Muscles in Jeff's balls, swinging from his thrusting hips, tightened and pulled their precious contents closer to his body as it began to overtake him. Healthy teenage hormones saturated his body, fueling a crazed manufacturing of male essence, intent on penetrating and possessing its living counterpart. Ripples started from the vessels storing his copious masculine energy and flowed outward in agonizing pleasure in a seemingly unending journey that would be over far too quickly. Reality slowed to a stop as the flood began inside him. Surging forth, it swelled, pulsed, and unmercifully forced itself from its bound captivity.

The base of Jeff's cock began to jerk. All but a small fraction of the length was buried inside her. Smooth, slick, feminine flesh engulfed the now throbbing shaft. The tube connecting his balls to the pleasure pinnacle of his body thickened in preparation. A swell pulsed along the length of him, starting at the root of his cock and traveling to the tip as fluid began to flow from him. Emily's moans turned to intense cries as he felt the most exquisite sensation at the tip of his cock. Emily's cervix kissed his the sensitive end, like it was sucking on the head of his cock, drawing, dragging, wrenching the cum from him greedily. Visible ripples traveled from the base of his cock, disappearing into Emily's quivering cunt, and blasting their way to their feminine target. He could feel it rage through his shaft and inject his sibling with his seed. He moaned in ecstasy as surge after surge began to send resonating pleasure through him. Each surge of his cum caused storms of lightning along his nerves. Even as she felt his cock jerk and throb within her, he felt the suction upon his tip. Emily's pussy surrounded his cock in a vice of clenching bliss, her wet slick center massaging from her orgasmic contractions milked him as he injected his cum into her. The feeling was unmatched. Brother and sisters cried out as they drove each other one, beyond the abyss of release. His cock was sucked by her pussy, his cum sucked by her cervix, Jeff nearly passed out from the sensations of he sprayed the inside of his big sisters womb, painting it in a milk white.

Both clutched at each other, incapable of any speech apart from unintelligible groans and cries of delight. Jeff had never felt a release like this. His knees were weak with exertion as the last of his white cum finished its journey inside his sister's shuddering body. He feared what might happen to his mind if it continued and dreaded its end as the final, diminished rush of his sperm found its intended home.

Emily was hanging on to him for dear life. She had felt every shudder, every pulse, every jet of cum launched from her brother's quivering dick. It was beyond description. The surge of warmth and the shuddering of tightly wrapped flesh took her breath away. Her lust had finally found its channel, a port in which to pour her raging desire and insatiable appetite for mescaline spirit. She would devour him with her body, becoming one with him. The words that came from her lips were uttered without conscious thought or guarding.

Jeff knew he'd heard her say it, but the knowledge did not completely rest his fear of her. He repeated the words over and over, but a feeling of dread came over him, should he try to wield the power behind them. Emily's body began to stop shaking slowly coming down from the orgasm that he'd induced. He didn't want to pull out of her. He didn't wish to withdraw from the pleasure that was her body.

Emily's grip slackened and his weight bore down upon her. She shifted to allow his heavy frame to rest on her. She could hear her words echo in the silence of the room that had moments ago burst with sexual release. She was scared. "I love you Jeff" she'd said. She knew it was true. But at the moment, she wasn't entirely sure what she was going to do about it. For now, she knew she couldn't trust him. She'd shown a weakness, an opening for him to exploit if he felt differently.

He had defied her. He had made her wait. It was completely worth the wait, she knew. It had been the best orgasm she'd experienced in her life. She knew that her best orgasms would only come from Jeff's cock and the injecting of his cum. She wanted every ounce of his cum in her. She wanted to be filled to overflowing with the essence of him. She would never let another woman take it from him. It was hers. He belonged to her. His cum would only ever fill her pussy or flow down her throat, she'd see to that.

Emily began to think about his disobedience. She needed a way to punish him. She had to consider what would punish him without taking away from her own needs. She wanted his muscles, his cock, his cum. She knew she couldn't go more than a day without the gift that only his body could give. The feeling of his softening cock insider her made her suddenly eager to fuck him again. She almost laughed at how ridiculous it was. Since she'd mounted her brother's cock on in the bathroom a few days ago, she'd been overcome by the nearly uncontrollable urge to fuck his brains out every chance she could get, which so far had only been six times. It was like she was in heat, bending over to be filled with cum. It was exciting and intense and she wanted more.

An idea came to Emily as Jeff began to pull out of her, leaving a gaping chasm where he had just possessed her. As he pulled off of her he moved to lay beside her. Emily was recovering from her weak admission. Despite her current satisfaction, she mustered her strength and looked over at him, a scowl darkening her beauty.

"You kept me waiting." She said in a flat tone.

"I didn't....you didn't say...I was..." Jeff wasn't sure what to say. He had thought she was pleased with his performance. From her words, he thought he'd been able to gain something with her, some approval.

"You kept...me...waiting. After I gave you relief, you delayed mine." She twisted looking at him, a cruel smile starting to form on her lips. "I'm going to punish you for it, and you will endure it, unless you want there to be much worse consequences to suffer from me."

Emily sat up and looked down at the opening to her sex. A small amount of his cum was at the entrance where he'd pulled free, but she knew the majority was deep within her, sealed and hoarded, just as it should be. She imagined she could fleetingly feel the slosh of his seed. He lay beside her still confused. She gazed upon his glistening torso, his softening member. A droplet of his cum had eased its way to the tip and perched there, tantalizingly tempting to be cleaned away. She bent forward and engulfed the end in her mouth, licking the tip as she did and then sucking hard. Jeff's body jerked upright as the remaining sperm was pulled from his cock.

Emily knew how sensitive that tissue was once the peak had been attained. Jeff's cock had been the conduit of two orgasmic ejections and she knew was hypersensitive to her touch. The suction was almost painful in its intensity. She smiled with his cock still in her mouth, but turned her expression back to one of grim determination as she released it with a pop.

Jeff gave a cry and what sounded like a whimper when she released his cock. She could taste herself mixing with his sperm, it was intoxicating. She looked up at his pained expression. "You pussy!"

She rose from the bed, her breasts jiggling delightfully in the cool air. She strode to the door and held it open. "Get out." She didn't shout at him, but she did make certain in her voice that she meant it.

"But, you said..."

"Said what? Said you could start disobeying? Said you jerk off? Said you could do anything other than what I pleased?" She looked at him, a flint of anger in her voice. "You kept me waiting; you disobeyed my instructions to stop when you were about to cum. Or have you forgotten that you are mine?"

He gave her a look of incredulity. "You and I both know you wouldn't." His voice became louder. "If you did, you wouldn't have me to fuck your brains out whenever you wanted. I'm not stupid Emily, you want this just as much as I do." He stood up and crossed his arms in front of her. She mentally examined his body as he stood there, a stance of rebellion and defiance. She felt her pussy begin to moisten as his carnal strength displayed itself. His cock, though now soft, still hung beautifully between his muscled thighs. He was truly magnificent. She again found herself ready to climb atop him and beg for more.

He was right of course. Her entire control was a bluff. She wanted to be fucked, possibly even more than he desired to fuck her. She wanted to have him as her pet, his affection, but not his will. He was her little brother. It was how it must be. She couldn't follow through with her threat, which completely nullified her power. The strength of her bluff was dependent solely upon his belief in her deception. Right now she knew she would fall on her knees and kiss him back to virility only to be filled with his cock again, as ridiculous as it was, she wanted nothing more than to fuck him. She was like a cat, dripping with need, yowling in desperation for someone to mount and possess her.

These thoughts all swirled about in her mind in less than a second. He had her pinned to the wall. Her sexual pet was resisting his training. He could easily throw off the chains she'd created. She needed him to believe the lie for her desires to be met. She loved him, but she couldn't admit it. She wasn't yet willing to trust his voluntary submission. Their relationship was based solely upon her needs. She couldn't risk it. She wouldn't risk it. She had to throw him off balance. She saw no way to make him believe her empty threat. Unless...

"Besides," he scoffed, "Your tale of me raping you, as absurd as that is, has no proof! I'm not all that experienced at blackmail, but I'm pretty sure you have to give proof of your threat to provide some leverage. All you've got is your word against mine." Thinking he had her dead to rights, he pressed the point. His face showed smug satisfaction at his own clever conclusion. "Go ahead, tell them. I dare you."

Jeff was confident. He was strong and masculine and overbearingly handsome. He was displayed in his glory and she was eating him with her eyes. He felt like he was livestock at auction, being examined by a butcher that saw only his meat. But now he had the leverage. He would be the master. He knew he had her.

He was wrong.

Emily smiled wickedly. He'd unwittingly given her the solution. She walked, almost flaunting her own nudity, feeling the small trickle of his cum slowly drip down her thigh. She made her way over to her computer and hit the enter key on her keyboard. The screen came to life, executing the file. She reached over and twisted the volume with a smirk as Jeff moved to see what she was doing.

She was bent over her desk, her ass to him, a vision that would have had any man ready to mount and take her from behind. This might have crossed Jeff's mind, had he been paying attention to her body, but he was focused on the screen. Color began to drain from his face as he witnessed the video of his brutality on her monitor. Fake though it had been, no one would question which of them was the victim.

She walked to him and circled around him slowly, like a devil, flaunting his sudden vulnerability and reaffirming his chains. She lazily grazed her finger from the tip to root of his cock as she rubbed her nipples against his arm, walking around him until she could stand tiptoed over his shoulder.

"Pretty sure that would work, if it's proof you want." She licked the base of his ear. "To our parents, it would be unbearable humiliating and not without consequences, but to a court..." She leaned over the other should and slipped her knee up to his ass, pressing against the cleft. "Let's just say, you'd want to watch your ass in the showers."

Jeff was positively terrified. If he'd been worried about his parents reaction before, he was downright frightful of jail. They were both of age, but charges of sexual assault would throw him into a world of misery and likely prison. "Honestly Judge, she forced me to have sex with her, the video it was role playing, you know just an act."

She walked in front of him again, blocking the screen and grasping his cock in her hand. She tugged it slightly to get his full attention. "You see, Jack-off-Jeff," she enjoyed punctuating that nickname with corresponding squeezes on his member. "You either get to be my personal bitch, and fuck me whenever I choose, or you be someone else's bitch and bend over anytime they choose." She squeezed his cock again, eliciting a groan from him. "I can't promise I will be the kindest of masters, but I promise that you will enjoy the torture and limited freedom under my command.." She began to stroke him again, noting that blood was flowing into his cock, causing it to stiffen in her hand. Emily continued stroking, letting her words sink in as she brought him to full erection.

"I suggest you forget trying to resist and simply obey me whenever and however I command you. You are mine. I will make you cum as I please, where I please, when I please, and how often I please. You won't fuck anyone else, nor will you jerk off unless I tell you. Your cock is mine. Your cum is mine. If you ever disobey me, I will punish you in whatever manner I find most efficient and fitting."

Jeff's body was tense. By the way he nearly flinched with each stroke she knew he must be sore. Just as well she thought, it was time to make him pay for even thinking he was going to turn the tables on her. "You fuck only me, unless I expressly tell you to fuck someone else. You will fulfill my sexual needs, desires and whims at my discretion. From now on, your life is to pleasure me." She continued to jerk his cock with one hand and raised his now lowered chin up to meet her penetrating eyes. "Got it?"

Jeff's face was a turmoil of fear, rage, hatred, and despair. His anger simmered, his cock ached, his balls hurt, and he was scared. She had just destroyed what he'd thought they had. He'd started to hope that she'd begun to feel for him. That her profession of love had indeed some root in her heart may be true, he couldn't see it. He was angry at her for her cruelty. She had taken his hope of freedom and equality and shattered it. When she'd threatened him with embarrassment and possible family dishonor, he'd been scared enough to submit for a while. With the threat of greater consequences, he was petrified. How could she?

Jeff's face was hard. "I hate you, Em." It was quiet. He thought he saw hurt in Emily's eyes. He didn't care, she deserved it.

Emily felt tears trying to fight their way out when he said it. It was so intense that she walked around him again, not wanting to face his eyes. She steeled herself, he'd forced her hand. She knew that her power was fragile and almost had shattered. She felt guilty for playing the game this way, it was underhanded and inhuman. She'd just told him that he was her fuck toy, no more, no less. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat. She reached around his body and grasped his hard cock, reassuring herself with the touch of his sex in her hand. She focused on her voice to keep it level.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. In time, I assure you, you will enjoy the pleasure I draw from your body." She continued to stroke him. "Now you're going to cum for me again."

He didn't say a word and Emily continued to stroke him from behind. She stroked over and over. It took almost 15 minutes before she felt his cock begin to pulse in her hand. His stance faltered momentarily as another flow of cum began to pump its way through his cock. Emily squeezed her hand tightly around his cock, causing extreme pressure on the shaft as cum jetted out of him. He groaned as cum shot onto her desk and screen, powered by the pressure she was forcing it through. Only four spurts erupted, the rest too small to push through her tight hand. She rounded him and knelt down, releasing his shaft as her mouth surrounded the head of his soar cock. She sucked the last remnants of his cum from his cock.

The taste of his cum was bitter sweet; sweet on her tongue but bitter in her mind. She felt slight annoyance that he'd forced her to show her cards. She'd never intended to use the threat, but now she regretted even thinking of it. He resented her, she loved him, but now she felt like he'd never return that love. As she pulled the few drops of remaining sperm from her brother's penis, she pulled every ounce of resolve from her core and stood up. She turned back towards her computer.

"Now get out. I'll tell you if your needed again tonight."

A long pause followed her command. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and couldn't see straight. She daren't turn around to face him. She heard her door slam and she crumpled to the floor. There she sobbed uncontrollably for hours, naked, hurting, and very much alone.

***

Emily left him alone for four days, not saying a word. After the first day of seeing Jeff's hatred for her each time she faced him, she found that looking into his eyes, she wanted to fall apart, and immediately found reasons to be out of the house when he wasn't. When the family had meals together, Emily found reasons to be absent. Her brother hated her and Emily had created that hatred.

He was her slave. She was his master. The dichotomy could not function in any other way. His defiance was unacceptable, her control imperative. He had bucked her and now required breaking. Her threat was now made and her hands tied, perhaps even more than his. It was a trade, her power for his hatred, and she was fast discovering how high the price was.

She found that her lust, as powerful as it was, would not overcome her reluctance to exercise her control, at least not immediately. She used her toys to try and sate her hunger. Her vibrator, though nearly as long as her brother's dick, was not as thick, lacking both the essential life and explosive completion Jeff's cock provided.

Despite her feelings for Jeff and her remorse for her actions, on the morning of the fourth day, she was too sexually frustrated to care. She had to have him and began formulating a plan to get him alone. Normally she would have just cornered him when their parents left for work, but as it was Saturday; her parents were home and wouldn't be out until Monday. The ache between her legs was incessant. Emily couldn't wait that long.

Emily picked up the phone, it was only 08:46 and she had to try several times before a somewhat grumpy voice picked up.

"Who is this?"

Emily crossed her fingers. "Christi? It's Emily, sorry to wake you but I need to ask a humungous favor."

Christi groaned. "Emily, what the hell, it's like way too early to be up on Saturday morning. I only got to sleep three and a half hours ago. What is it?"

Emily winced. Christi liked to party. Christi liked cock; in fact Emily found that her appetites were slightly more than her own. Christi had once told her that she'd fucked three of the guys on the football team. Emily wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen two of the guys on either side of her in the shower one day after school. Emily had been more than a little embarrassed when she came upon them but found the sight turned her on. The three had been so enthralled, they hadn't heard the coach coming into check on the facilities before locking up. Emily had intercepted him and told him that the girl's showers were having trouble with the hot water and some of her squad was using the men's. She explained that she was there to make sure that none of the guys walked in on them. The coach had been in a hurry and had taken her explanation without so much as a question. As the door had closed behind him, Emily rushed back to the showers in time to see Christi jerking the cock of a linebacker as he shot his white cum all over her face. A few seconds later, his buddy began to grunt as his cock began pumping into Christi's ass full of his cum. She'd released her hold on the guy in front of her and stood up, wrapping her arms around the cumming football player's neck, providing more pressure on his gushing member.