My Sister the Slave Girl: Ch. 01

Still, as we sat in the dim light watching the TV, I found that my gaze couldn't help but be drawn down again and again to the slender bare thighs before me, the smooth pale skin shining in the glow of the screen. When Clara laughed, the insides of her thighs would jiggle very slightly. I wondered what it would feel like to have my hands there, touching those thighs, caressing...

I focused on the movie, not wanting any further part in whatever I'd been thinking a moment ago. It was just a passing thought after all, something that had manifested in my brain without any intentions. I hadn't had a chance to masturbate much lately with Clara around, only managing twice in the shower while she had been sleeping in. Because of that, my brain had looked for anything and found something it normally wouldn't have found appealing. I could ignore that, I told myself, and tried not to worry about it.

Still, for the remainder of the movie I was uncomfortably aware of the presence of Clara near me, the shine of the TV on her blonde hair as she adjusted her head against the sofa cushions below me. A few times I couldn't help but glance down at her, when she laughed or stretched her graceful body...on one occasion I accidentally turned my head down to look, instead of just my eyes, and in that moment I caught sight of Eric on the other end of the sofa. He had one foot resting casually on his knee, and he too was gazing intently at Clara. For an instant I wondered why he was staring at her and not the film, and then his eyes flickered to mine. He held my gaze for a second, gave me a thin smile, and then returned his attention to the movie. I tried to do the same, my body tensed from the strange moment of eye contact. I hoped very much he hadn't noticed me looking at Clara.

When the movie ended, I felt a sense of relief, until Clara stretched her bare legs out before her, flat along the floor, and then arched her back as she propped her elbows up on the sofa, pushing her small chest up into the air. I pointedly didn't look at her, though her form was perceptible in the periphery of my vision. She lingered in the pose, innocently unaware of the excitement now thriving unwelcome in my head. I couldn't think this way, not about her, not Clara. I needed a distraction, any disruption...

As if on cue, Eric rose to his feet and slapped his thighs, announcing that he was going to get something to drink, and asked if we would like anything. I hesitated, but decided why not, since it was the start of the weekend. Clara tilted her head back onto the sofa, hair spilling around her face, to look up at Eric. She said nothing, but watched him with a curious look. He smiled at her and spoke in a calming voice.

"I might have some wine actually, I got a bottle for a party a week ago and never opened it. Would you like to try some too, Clara?"

Clara hadn't had much experience with drinking, as it wasn't something our parents did much of. Still, she knew that I wasn't against it, and perhaps her curiosity and eagerness to be perceived as mature took hold of her. Turning to look at me, her blue eyes glistening, she asked timidly:

"Umm, Nathan, could I?"

Hesitating again, I wondered what our parents would have said. Probably no, but then here she was about to start college, not a kid anymore. At eighteen she was below the legal drinking age, but when had that stopped anyone? She'd need to get accustomed to it eventually, and when better than with her brother around to look after her?

"Uhh, sure, maybe just a bit. Don't tell mom though."

She gave a nervous smile and promised not to, as Eric went to the kitchen to fetch the wine. In the meantime, Clara sat on the floor and read a text, while I checked my phone to see zero messages. I opened reddit, closed it, and said, "You've never tasted wine before, have you?"

"I have, just like one time though," she replied in her soft voice.

"Oh, when was that?"

"Last Christmas," she answered, "I didn't have very much though."

"Did you like it?"

"Not really, but maybe I'll like it better now?" she said, and giggled.

Eric returned precariously bearing three glasses in his hands. He let me take one before handing another to Clara, it was a little less full than ours, but still rather more than I would have given her to begin with. I took a sip of the pink rosé he had provided, it was alright, better than a boxed wine. It wasn't like any of us were connoisseurs anyway.

"Why don't you have a seat up here, Clara?" Eric asked as he sat down again. Clara, who hadn't yet tasted her wine but had been examining it with a cautious air, climbed up onto the sofa and sat between us, her legs drawn up close onto the cushions. She took a sip of the wine and made a face of surprise as she swallowed.

"What do you think?" asked Eric.

Clara looked at him and mumbled, "It's...not bad, just kinda weird."

"Yeah, it takes getting used to," he said, and smiled.

She took another sip, a bit more this time, and replied, "It's kinda nice, better than I was expecting."

Eric laughed and said, "Yeah, that's a lot better than what you'll find at most college parties. You have good taste."

Clara couldn't help but blush at the compliment, and I took a gulp of my drink as I saw her cheeks turn pink like the wine.

"Do you go to parties a lot?" asked Clara with curious innocence.

"I used to," said Dane, "But now I have work and it's a bit harder to find time. I go out every couple of weeks though, or I try to."

This wasn't really true, Eric partied several times a week and churned out his work projects in short bursts, but I didn't interrupt to correct him, wondering where he would take the conversation.

"I've never really been to a party before," said Clara, "Not like a real one." She took another sip of wine, and then another.

"Really? Not even a high school party?" Eric seemed surprised, though from my experience with him it might have been more for show, "I thought a nice girl like you would get invited to lots of parties!"

Clara blushed more, and murmured into her glass, "Not...not really. I stay at home mostly."

Eric smiled and said, "Well then, I'll have to take you to one some time. I'm sure you'd have a good time, you'd be popular."

Sipping her wine, Clara couldn't help but smile, her cheeks rosy. I knew she ate up praise and compliments, though at home and school she was more used to recognition for her academics than her popularity.

"I...I don't know, maybe?" she replied, clearly bashful and unsure of herself.

"For real, you'd be great!" Eric insisted, and pressed further, "I'm really surprised you never went to a party or anything. What about after prom?"

Here, I wondered if Eric might have walked into sensitive territory. To my knowledge, Clara had not attended prom, though for very different reasons than me. She had always been introverted and timid, feeling awkward at social events, and curating a small handful of friends, all girls with nerdy, bookish attitudes.

Predictably, Clara shook her head and admitted that she hadn't gone to prom. Eric looked genuinely surprised by this, and asked her how come none of the boys at school had taken her. At this, she blushed a deeper red and mumbled that she'd never really dated any of the boys at her school. It appeared that she didn't much want to pursue the topic, and took a rather larger gulp of wine than before, but Eric pressed on.

"Never at all? I'd have thought those boys would be all over you, I mean look at you!"

Clara, now nearly scarlet, no longer looked over at Eric but now into her lap, down into the last few drops of wine remaining. I felt like I should rescue her, change the subject or ask Eric to drop it. I should have realized sooner or later Eric's vibe would become too much for her to bear, only she had seemed to tolerate and even get along with him all week. Still, something held me back, preventing me from intervening. Perhaps I wanted to let her work her way out of this one, it would be good practice for when less friendly men tried to chat her up...and perhaps I was curious to see how Eric would handle my younger sister in her embarrassment.

Clara's response was quiet, timid, but it wasn't at all what I expected her to say.

"I guess...I guess I never really thought I was that pretty..."

She blushed harder and drank the last of her wine. Wordlessly, Eric took the empty glass from her hand and replaced it with his full one. I fidgeted, nearly speaking up to tell him she'd had enough, but I sat back again and said nothing. She appeared not to notice my movement, her attention on Eric as he spoke.

"Oh no, don't say that Clara, you're beautiful!" and with those words he gave her the most flattering, charming smile I had ever seen spread across his handsome face.

Clara bit her lip and giggled softly, looking up at him as she leaned back against the back of the sofa. She didn't seem to know what to say, and shyly took a sip from her new glass, a larger sip than before.

Eric continued to talk to her, saying, "I bet the boys at school were too nervous around you, you'd make any guy nervous to talk to."

Clara finally found her voice, and murmured, "Not...not you..."

"You don't know that, maybe I'm nervous right now!" Eric said, while looking not the slightest bit of it. He was now turned to the side, one shoulder against the sofa as he gazed down at her. I felt rather awkward and forgotten at my end of the sofa, and wondered how long Eric was going to spend chatting with Clara before he got bored.

Clara giggled again and looked up at Eric, her eyes wide and sparkling. "You don't seem like it though?" she asked uncertainly, gulping down more wine.

"That's true," he laughed, "But it took me a while to get used to talking to girls, especially when they're as pretty as you. You know, when I was your age I was really anxious about stuff like that, my first kiss was so awkward!"

He seemed to say it casually, an offhand remark, but Clara blushed and looked down again, mumbling: "I never...umm, did that."

Eric only smiled this time, his air of surprise gone, and replied in an equally low voice, "That's nothing to worry about, you should wait until you find the right boy for it."

She looked up at him, her doe-eyes wide, and a pulse in her exposed neck beat rhythmically. Her gaze was locked to him, as if she couldn't look away. Her second glass of wine was already half-drunk as she took another sip.

Eric said in a low, deep voice, "If you like...well, hmmm, never mind."

"What?" came Clara's reply, barely a breath.

"Nothing, I had a thought but it was silly," he said.

She clasped her glass in her lap as she kept looking at him, her lips just parted a fraction.

Continuing unprompted, Eric offered his silly thought.

"If you like, I could always help you practice giving a kiss, if you like. That way you wouldn't have to worry about it when the time comes."

Now that was going too far, even considering that Clara surely would never accept. There was no way I was going to allow my roommate and my sister to share a kiss right here in the living room...

"It would be alright," he said, "Nathan's here so you have nothing to worry about. Right Nathan?"

I felt both of them look over to me; Clara's soft face pink as the wine, save for her vibrant blue eyes, Eric's face resolute, confident, and lit with a fire I had never seen. All my ability to stand up to him drained at the look he gave me. Not aggressive, not challenging, simply superior. Calm and collected superiority. I nodded my head, unable to speak.

"There you go," said Eric, looking down at Clara beside him, "It's all good. What do you say?"

Clara sat still, looking up at Eric with a confused expression, studying him as if trying to read a book she was unable to process. After a moment she mumbled, "Oh...okay..."

No! No no no! I thought in my head. This wasn't right, this was wrong. Clara wasn't here to be kissed by Eric, she had come to visit me and spend time with me! What was going on?

"Very good," he said, his voice disarmingly sweet, "Just sit back and relax, it'll be fine."

She took a breath and fidgeted slightly as Eric leaned over her, bringing his hands to her shoulders. He held her tenderly for a moment, gazing into her eyes. She looked back at him a little fearfully, as if she were uncertain she was doing the right thing. I found myself staring at them wide-eyed, unable to look away, though neither seemed to pay any notice to me.

Eric brought his face forward, and his lips met my sister's. Clara blinked and then closed her eyes, letting out the faintest squeak as they kissed. Both sets of lips remained shut, and Eric lingered only for a moment before pulling back, his hands still on her shoulders.

Clara opened her eyes, pressing her lips together as she looked back at Eric, his face still inches from hers.

"How was that?" he asked, and she breathed back a timid, "Not bad."

"Let's try again, then," he said, smiling deeply. The second kiss was longer, and this time his lips opened around hers, working between hers and gently parting them. He held her in his hands and I saw his thumb rub along the bare skin of her upper arm as he purred deep in his throat. Eyes shut again, Clara accepted the kiss without complaint. After what seemed an hour, he broke away, his face still against hers, their noses touching.

Her cheeks burning pink, Clara giggled. It was the shy, nervous giggle I knew she gave when feeling awkward or nervous.

Without asking, Eric kissed her again, this time opening his mouth in full. Clara, to my surprise, gave no sign of protest or surprise, but opened her own mouth in turn. With a sinking sensation in my stomach, I saw Eric's tongue slip past his lips and enter her mouth obscenely, licking at the inside of her cheeks as they kissed. Both were breathing deeply, and I could see Clara's loose hair flutter as Eric's breath swept over her face. His fingers moved down her arms to her hands, holding them in his as he pressed against her, pushing her back into the sofa cushions. Clara gave a soft mew and fidgeted, her legs moving slightly beside his, and Eric at last pulled back, keeping her hands in his.

Clara opened her eyes and stared at him in wonder, as if she had never seen anything like him. In that moment, I had to admit to myself that she probably hadn't, and neither had I. Now I understood why he effortlessly captivated all the women he brought home.

"Come up here, baby-girl," he whispered, and taking her by the arms, Eric maneuvered my tiny sister with ease up onto his lap. She sat sideways, her bottom resting on his thighs and both legs together across his lap. She was facing me, but her own face was turned to stare up at Eric as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again, fingers running through her hair as he held her to his chest.

This wasn't practice. This wasn't an innocent game Eric was playing to tease Clara or myself. This was straightforward, by-the-book seduction, and right under my nose. I wanted desperately to say something, to shout in rage at this horrible liar who had betrayed mine and Clara's trust, but I couldn't...all I could do was sit and stare in horror and fascination as my sweet sister was swept quite literally off her feet.

The feet in question were near to me on the sofa, and I saw her toes curling and wiggling as they made out, and heard the faint mew from before begin to occur with more regularity. Eric was patient, and seemed content for now to let Clara sit and enjoy the feeling of being kissed. His hands moved slowly about her body, finding her bare arms, the back of her head, stroking her gently, as if she were a fragile doll or a small kitten. She seemed lost in him, her eyelids fluttering shut and half-opening each minute, her tongue now matching his between them in their kiss. He lay a hand on her bare thighs, the same thighs I had longed to touch only an hour ago, and now here he was petting her legs and touching her soft skin.

There was nothing I could do to stop them, apart from asserting myself against Eric. But where would that leave me? If I angered him, he could force me to leave the house permanently. I relied on him to live here, and he had always been in charge, even if the arrangement had been unspoken. And now Clara had fallen prey to his power-play, and clearly she had no complaints. She was mewing and sighing as they kissed, her chest turned to him, pressed against his, and his hands felt her back and thighs, sweeping up and down from her knees to her shorts, slow and methodical, careful never to take it too far too fast. After several solid minutes of pure kissing, Eric's hand slid carefully past the rim of her shorts, over her waist, to her crotch...

I saw his fingers creep between her thighs, still outside the barrier of her shorts, but far too close to her loins than he had any right to be. Clara seemed to feel the same way, and for the first time in minutes she winced and broke the kiss, staring up at Eric questioningly. Smiling confidently, Eric pushed his fingers further down between her legs and began to roll his wrist, rubbing her mound through her shorts. Clara gasped and tried to pull back, to sit up from his lap, but Eric held her close with a strong arm and shushed her, whispering comforting words into her ear. I could see that she was confused and frightened, and knew again that I should help her, but I remained rooted to the spot, fascinated by the sight of my little sister being molested.

They were no longer kissing, and Clara had gone limp on Eric's lap after a few moments of rubbing. It was obvious she had never been touched like this by another person, her wide-eyes glistening with dewy tears as she breathed, each breath more ragged than the last. She tried to speak, but Eric shushed her again, cooing into her ear as he craned his face over her head to kiss her hair. She leaned into him, her cheek pressed to his chest and her lips parted as she began to sigh and mew, her body clearly responding to Eric's expert touch, no matter how unwillingly. Her feet drew back away from me as she attempted to curl herself up, but Eric's touch was in no way hindered by this. He maintained a slow, steady circular motion around the seam in her shorts, I could see his fingers between her slim thighs rolling round and round. With every second Clara's tender voice became less coherent. Each time she attempted to speak she was silenced, Eric's deep, soothing voice putting an end to her protests.

I had never touched a woman this way, I had briefly kissed a girl after a date once, but nothing had come of it. Watching how Eric handled my sister, I found myself longing to have Clara in my own lap, to give her sweet kisses and loving touches of my own. How delightful it would be, how heavenly to feel her ragged breath as her body opened to my touch...

"There you go, that's a good girl," I heard Eric cooing to Clara, "I know how to make you feel good, don't I?"

Clara's only response was to whimper pitifully through parted lips, her cheeks burning bright pink and her hair tumbled about her face. Eric growled low in his throat and continued:

"Beautiful baby girl, you wanted me the moment you saw me, you couldn't resist me."

Clara sighed and gasped. It was unclear whether she was listening or not.

"It's alright," he said, "I'm here, and Nathan is here. You can trust me, like your brother does. You know I'll always be here for you."

He turned to look at me as he spoke, giving me the most withering smirk I'd ever experienced. I knew then in that moment what was to be.

"Here you are, baby," he whispered, "You have so much to learn."

He withdrew his fingers from her crotch, and Clara winced in dejection, her eyelids fluttering open. Her gaze flickered to me as her head lay limply against my roommate's chest. I met her eyes and stared back, my face a canvas of white. Eric's arms swept around Clara, behind her back and under her knees, and he rose to his feet, cradling my sister in his arms like a doll. Turning to look down at me, he spoke in a commanding voice.