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I am going to Hell. It's a certainty I wish were untrue. My only salvation is if Hell doesn't exist. Worse yet, if anybody finds out what is going on, I will go to prison before the aforementioned Hell. Always nice to get your body prepared for eternal damnation. If that transpires, however, her warped mind will be lost. I keep replaying all the events that turned my innocent sister inadvertently into my slave, hoping upon hope that if I didn't do just one of them, she would be normal. But alas, we reap what we sow, and now, I don't know how to put a stop to it, or even if I want to.

To train any animal, beast or human, all it takes is time, patience, positive reinforcement, and if your subject is willing, it makes it that much easier. People are creatures of habit. When they are in a routine, it is hard to break from that routine.

I suppose it started when I began going to school, and I don't mean college, or even high school. No, it started on my first day of going to elementary school. Kindergarten awaited me, and my one-year younger sister, Chloe, could not fathom a day in which her older brother was not going to be with her. She screamed and hollered incessantly. She even tried to sneak out of the house after I left as mom was trying to get her ready for the babysitter's before going to one of her three part-time jobs (We'll just say my father is a dick and is no longer around). That first day of school was the day I realized there were people my own gender that I can have fun with. I didn't need to play with my little sister anymore. I still loved her, but now I had friends I knew from school that lived close enough I could hang out with them. Action figures versus dolls. Legos versus playing house. They were easy decisions to make. Finally, after weeks of fussing, Mom gave me the classic line anybody who has a younger sibling dreads to hear: "Just take her with you." I argued a losing battle. No child has ever won that dispute. On the way to my friend Bryce's house, with sister in tow, I made a simple promise. The promise that started it all.

"Listen Chloe, I promise to play with you, hang out with you, and let you follow me around if you do everything to make me happy. If I want something drink, you go get it. If not, I won't let you do anything but sit there and watch me have fun."

Chloe's eyes lit up. "I can do that!"

"All right, c'mon." And I held out my hand and Chloe enthusiastically took it. She had an extra bounce to her step as our palms were connected.

And so it began. I kept my promise. Anywhere I went, she came with me. She learned how to play all stuff boys played. At first, it was the beat 'em up style of action figures and hot wheels young males play. In junior high, it was video games. Bryce hated when she finally figured them out. He couldn't figure out how he could always beat me but not her despite me defeating her every time. I didn't realize it at the time, but she was letting me win. Anything to keep me happy. In high school, it was sports. I loved them all, and she lost against me every time. It did keep both our bodies in shape. All the while, she made an excellent gopher. If I needed water, she ran for it. If I was hungry, she made me a sandwich. It even seeped into our home life. She would make sure I would wake up on time so I could get in the shower first. She cooked dinner, made my plate, and walked it over to me. I picked what we watched on television. If I ever called out, not even to her, she was there to ask if I needed anything. For instance, when I was fifteen I was looking at porn magazine that I smuggled from Bryce's Dad's collection and shouted, "Holy crap, the girl on page 38 is hot!" Within moments, Chloe was knocking on my door asking if everything was okay. She never got friends of her own nor did she ever complain, and without Mom around, all our activities went unchecked.

When I was nineteen, I thought I was living the life. Through my part-time job, I bought a car. I was starting my future by going to nearby State University, I had friends, and my sister catered to me every moment she was not partaking in her senior year of high school. Chloe even planned her part-time job to coincide with mine so we still spent all our free time together. I'm stunned no guys ever came calling for her even if she was just an average brown-haired, brown-eyed teenage girl. She was determined to keep her body in shape and went tanning quite often. I assume that is what her paychecks went toward. The only thing I was missing was a girlfriend, but I'm in college and I was going to do my best to remedy that situation and quickly.

I was late getting home from school; apparently, I ran over a nail and had to change the tire. I was in a hurry as Bryce was to meet me at my place and talk about a potential hook up. I pulled in and noticed Bryce's car was already there. I enthusiastically entered the house, dropped my bags and looked for my friend. I couldn't find him. I went upstairs to see if he was in my room when I heard his voice come from Chloe's bedroom. The door was just open enough for me to see Bryce sitting next to Chloe on her bed. Her head was down as he spoke.

"I've known you for a long time, and you do everything for Alex. Well, I'm his best friend, and I think it's time you do something for me."

Chloe's voice was soft, and I barely heard it. "What would you like me to do?"

I shook my head. I was going to have to talk to Bryce about this. I would never use Chloe's trust in me for my friend's benefit.

"Well, I figure since you're the reason Alex, and I can't get laid, I should be able to fuck you anytime I want, starting now." Bryce's hand went to his pants and unzipped them. "If you don't do it, I'll have Alex tell you to."

I pushed open the door with a vengeance, and the door knob cracked the wall behind it. "What the fuck are you doing?" I was beyond pissed.

"Hey buddy, you're here. I was just telling your sister what problems she's creating for us."

"Get out! I saw what you wanted." My eyes were burning holes into his and each forceful step I took seemed to reverberate off the walls.

"Look, I'm sorry, man. I was frustrated because I could have a date with hot-as-fuck Crystal Roberts but she'll only go out with me if you go out with her friend Kelly Richards, who is smokin' in her own right. But then they got wind that everywhere you go, your high school sister has to come with you." Bryce shook his head. "I'm sick of losing out on girls because of her. Aren't you?"

I heard him out, but it didn't make a difference. "You don't have to worry about that problem anymore. Our friendship is over. Now get out before I kick your ass."

"You're going to throw away our friendship over this?" Bryce seemed stunned but what did he expect?

I was close enough so I decked him. Bryce's head flew to the right and some spittle went with it.

"Fine," Bryce stood up, feeling his jaw. "Who fuckin' needs you for a friend, you cock-blocking asshole!" He swung and I dodged. I used his momentum and pushed him toward the hallway. The wall stopped his stumble and he crashed to the floor. I stood defiantly as he shook his head while he picked himself up. Bryce looked right at me and flipped me off as he exited down the hall.

I didn't even follow him out. I sat next to Chloe and wrapped my arm around her. My sister's head then fell onto my shoulder. "Are you all right? Did that piece of shit hurt you?"

"No, he didn't." Her response was meek before she looked me right in the eye, her brown eyes showing nothing but a want to please, "If you still want him to be your friend, I'll fuck him, for you."

That should have been a warning sign for me, but at the moment, I was just grateful she was all right. "No, that should happen when two people care for each other," I kissed her forehead. "And don't think for one second that you are a burden to me. I have no regrets. I love you." I meant it how a brother should love his sister.

Chloe gave me an enchanting smile, "I'll go get dinner ready. I'm making your favorite tonight, chicken parmesan."

A week later was Christmas vacation. Chloe surprised Mom and me by declaring she was leaving for the two and a half weeks to go on a ski trip with her friends. Three things bothered me about this. First, she'd miss Christmas. Though not a religious family by any means, we do celebrate the holiday just for the reason of our family getting together. Okay, that was Mom's reason. Mine was I didn't want to be handling my five cousins, all under seven mind you, by myself at my Aunt and Uncle's house on Christmas day. Second, what friends does she have? She spends all her time either at school, work, or with me. I suppose she could have made some friends at school this year, now that I'm not there, but I found it odd that not once did she bring one home, not even for her eighteenth birthday party last month. Third, was despite us being involved in a multitude of sports, skiing wasn't anywhere on the list.

The only reason Mom begrudgingly relented and allowed her to go was the fact this was the first instance of her asking to do anything for herself, nor has she ever lied or got into any trouble. In that regard, I agreed, not that my opinion would sway Mom, but it did help put her at ease. So it happened that Friday: I watched my sister drive her clunky car out of the driveway. Her destination was her friend's house, and they were carpooling the two-hour drive north to the ski lodge.

Two and a half weeks, and I didn't know what to do with myself. That first night, I learned I was going to be eating cold-cut sandwiches, cereal, and fast food as I exercised my futility in the kitchen. Everything came out burnt. On top of that, my room immediately looked as if a nuclear explosion went off in it. How does Chloe do it? In my free time, I was bored. I briefly contemplated calling Bryce, but just the thought made me want to walk to his house and beat the snot out of that rat bastard. Christmas was just as I imagined. The four youngest cousins were all vying to be the first to climb to the top of Mt. Cousin Alex while the oldest kept trying to demonstrate all the wrestling moves he witnessed on the television the night before. Yay. My only salvation that night was the home-cooked food. It had been a week since I had normal food, and I took advantage. During the next week, I really contemplated all that Chloe does. I felt horrible for taking advantage of her all these years. I decided I wanted to do my share.

I was overly excited, eager with anticipation, the day Chloe was to return. I rushed home from work, and my heart leapt as I saw her car in the driveway. I couldn't wait to tell her my epiphany. I charged into the house, and a wonderful smell wafted through the air. I quickly made my way to the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks, a vaguely familiar woman stood profile to me, cooking dinner. Her hair was bleach blonde, and her pink tank top clung to her huge chest and exposed her midriff. Her black pants accentuated her round, plump ass. She turned to face me and gave me the biggest smile I have ever seen.

"Welcome home brother!" The woman exclaimed as she ran to me and gave me a big hug.

My arms still hung limp at my side, "Chloe? Is that you?" My mind was in whirlwind as the woman who claimed to be my sister embraced me.

"Of course it's me. Now sit down as dinner is almost ready." I sat at the table, my eyes transfixed on the body of the woman sauntering toward me with two steak dinners. "Do I look like her?" She asked as she set down the plates.

"Look like who?"

Chloe's eyes squinted, and her head tilted to the side, waiting. I took in her form again. Her new blonde hair was meticulously styled and framed her face. Her brown eyes were now a deep hypnotic blue, and she wore light makeup. Her lips were fuller and were masked in bright red lipstick that matched her nails on her feet and hands. She wore a small pair of gold hoop earrings, and she even got her navel pierced. It took me all of one second for me to understand what she did. All for me. "Almost identical. But why did... I mean you look absolutely stunning, but how?" I knew she looked vaguely familiar, and it wasn't because it was my sister, no, right now my brain was going too fast as I realized my sister did her best to change her appearance to the object of all my masturbatory fantasies. Page 38 of the old porn magazine I hadn't looked at in years. My reaction to her must have met her approval as a look of pride swept across her face.

Over dinner, Chloe explained how this plan was four years in the making. Ever since she heard me that day about who I thought was 'hot'. She said it took a week of searching my room while she was cleaning it to find the magazine that I kept in between the mattresses. When she got her job, she saved every penny for the transformation she wanted to occur. When she left home that Friday, she went straight to the plastic surgeon for her new tits, ass, and lips. I choked on my food as she said that so nonchalantly. She never really spoke with such language before, and it caught me by surprise. She just laughed at me. She stayed overnight at the clinic and then the next day she got her meds and checked into a motel. She chose to stay there because she didn't want to be a bother to me while she recuperated.

I still didn't understand why she felt she needed to change her body into my wet dream, but I did acknowledge she did it for me. I overly complimented her new appearance and foresight. She was determined and didn't let anything hinder her desire. Impressive really.

"You really are beautiful."

Chloe reached over and hugged me, "I am truly happy you are pleased with my new look." As she pulled back, her grin was ear to ear.

"I am," I nodded to confirm my words. "Wonder how Mom will take it."

"I don't care," Chloe quickly and forcefully responded. "I did this for you."

"Well, I'll at least try to soften the blow," I chuckled. "Ya know, I really missed you while you were gone. It also gave me some time to think."

"Oh," Chloe took a drink of water, "About what?"

"That I don't do my fair share around here. You do everything, and it's not right. So for now on, we'll split the household chores. Since you cooked, I'll do dishes." I stood, one hand on my empty plate, the other reaching for hers. It was as far as I got when her hand wrapped tightly around my wrist.

"Why?" Chloe's hand trembled as she spoke.

"Why what?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"I told you, I want to help. We both live here and I feel I should be doing my share."

Chloe hesitantly released me. "Oh, okay."

Later, Mom really did flip out. More because it was so unexpected and not because she had the surgeries. After she calmed down, all she could say was "to be careful, as boys may only approach her to get in her pants" and "I wish you would have told me." Actually, it seemed every other sentence was that last phrase.

The next morning, Chloe woke me up so I could take my shower first. I declined and insisted she take hers. I went downstairs, got the coffee ready, and then set out everything needed to make the only breakfast I won't burn, cereal. When Chloe came down, she was stunned. We ate in silence, unusual for us, before heading off to school.

On Mondays, my classes let out at one, so I went home and started doing laundry. Chloe arrived promptly at three. When she came to say hello, I was cleaning my room. I knew immediately something had upset Chloe as her smile faded and in replace was a forlorn expression, and she quickly went downstairs. I finished what little I had left to do and followed her. She was sitting on the couch, her face buried in her hands as her tears openly flowed.

"Chloe?" I put my arm around her as I sat down. "What's wrong? Did something happen at school today?" At this point, I thought I was going to have to pummel some idiot high school punk. She mumbled into her hands. "What was that?"

Chloe's hands fell and she cried out, "What did I do wrong?"

I was thoroughly confused. "I don't understand. Please tell me what happened?"

"Why are you pushing me away?" Chloe's eyes showed a deep fear. "We were fine before I left, and now I'm back, and it's like you don't want me here. Is it my new look? Do you not like it? Whatever it is, I'm sorry. I'll fix it. I'll change. Just tell me what I did wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong." I held her tight to me. "I only realized how much you do and I wanted to help. I love you, Chloe."

"You love me?" Chloe gazed at me quizzically. "If you truly do, prove it. Let everything go back to the way they used to be. You do plenty for me. Let me handle things around here for you, for us." Those last two words should have been another warning beacon signaling my sisters mental state, but once again, I was more concerned about the prior statement.

"What do I do for you?" I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders as I was completely void of an answer to my own question.

Chloe's mouth went agape and looked at me as if it was completely obvious. "Well, let's see, you buy me anything I need for school, get me clothes, and anything else I want. We go out all the time, and you pay for everything. You protect me, even at the cost of losing your best friend. And don't tell me you weren't the one that got that bitch, Tiffany Prater off my back last year. She still hasn't bothered me since."

"You knew that was me?" I thought I kept my involvement in that stupidity anonymous.

"Of course I knew. Who else would it have been?" Chloe exasperated. "Listen, I love you too, Alex. More than you know. So please let me make you happy because you make me so much more. You do remember our promise, don't you?"

"Yeah." I vaguely remembered our promise made so long ago but was so prevalent now.

"Well?"

The melancholy attitude Chloe had the past two days was due to me breaking her routine. She was set in her ways and didn't like change. It was an unexpected response to me helping with a little housework. I laughed, "Okay, on one condition."

"What's that?"

"Smile."

Chloe let out a sigh of relief and gave me a smile so grand that it should be on every poster in every dentist office in the country. "Now sit here and watch T.V. while I start dinner." She kissed me on the cheek and bounced her way into the kitchen.

Maybe it was the lack of good food recently, but after dinner, I was quickly heading for a food coma. I had never been so exhausted. It was only six o'clock, but I needed to lay down. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out cold. Dead to the world.

It didn't surprise me that I woke up in the middle of the night. Considering what time I went to bed, it was expected. What did shock me was that I was naked. Naked with my limbs tied to the bedposts. Naked, tied to the bedposts with the equally nude warm body of my sister next to me. Due to my groggy state of mind, I could only eloquently put my reaction one-way, "What the fuck?"

"Shh," Chloe shifted so her head was propped up by her arm. "You don't want to wake Mom."

"But Chloe...What's going on? Why are you doing this?"

"To be honest, shortly before I left, Bryce said you were a cock block to him."

"Yeah, so?"

"I realized I'm that to you."

"But you don't..."

"It's more than that," Chloe cut me off. "Four years ago, when I found that magazine, I knew I had to make a decision. Either let you go and be miserable, or I could continue to make you happy in every way possible, allowing both of us to have satisfied lives. I loved you too much to let you go, and it was easy decision to make. I just needed time to become your ideal woman and hope no one would snatch you from me. I was going to offer myself to you, but after the last couple of days, I wasn't sure you'd be too keen on sleeping with me, despite my makeover. So I put a sleeping pill and a Viagra in your drink tonight." Her hand clasped over my painfully erect penis as she slithered on top of me.

"But we're..."

"Don't worry Alex. I broke my hymen years ago so you wouldn't worry about hurting me, but yours is going to be the first cock I fuck. I've been researching all forms of sex and practicing with a dildo so I can please you. I'm also on the pill just in case you are not ready for children, so no worries." Chloe gave me her radiant smile again. "I still promise to make you happy," and as she made the plunge she gasped, "Forever."

I must admit, I was hornier and harder than I had ever been. If Viagra is supposed to help men with erectile dysfunction, imagine what it did to a healthy teenage boy in his sexual prime. That initial feeling of her warm, wet sheath embracing the iron bar between my legs was pure ecstasy. Each subsequent impaling of her body on top of mine was euphoric. After just a couple minutes, I felt her pussy clamp down around my hard prick like a vice as she screamed and shuddered above me. I was nowhere close to being done, and I was leaking pre-cum like a sieve. She held my body tight, and I could feel her tears on my cheek.

"Everything all right?"

"I just didn't think it would be so magical." With that, she started rotating her hips in a slight circular motion. "I'm ready to go again."

I couldn't voice my disapproval as she kissed me hard and passionately. Chloe again raised herself up and dropped down. She built up to an impressive speed. She finally broke my mental reserve, and my hips began bucking into my sister. I was actually participating in the defilement of my admitted virgin sister. Considering what she spiked my drink with and her appearance changing into my ultimate fantasy girl, I'm proud I held out this long. My view of her changed, and I was now watching with enjoyment. Her new tits were a wondrous vision to behold. My mouth began to salivate, wanting nothing more than to nip and nibble at the tender flesh. Going down, the moonlight caused her belly button piercing to twinkle in the darkness. And just as my gaze happened to catch the sight of our bodies conjoined together, Chloe added a twisting movement to her plummet. She was actually corkscrewing herself to my cock.

"Chloe... I can't... hold back... much..."

As soon as I started mumbling, Chloe's smile returned, and she produced a loud guttural moan.

She didn't stop. Her legs squeezed against my hips, and I unloaded into my sister. My first explosion brought forth her second orgasm, and she collapsed on top of me, clutching the sheet on either side of me. I gave her womb a copious supply of my seed. Jet after never-ending jet rocketed into her womanhood, each bringing another spasm to me. She fell to the side of me and pressed her body into mine. We lay there for an indiscernible amount of time, Chloe cuddled against my body, myself still tied up. I was exhausted. I felt guilty. I could go again.

Chloe finally broke the silence, "What are you feeling?"

"Chloe, I love you, but what we did was wrong. I am so sorry I did this to you."

Chloe giggled, which wasn't a response I was expecting, "I thought you might be thinking that." Her hand began stroking my manhood, which never fully went limp. "I know you enjoyed yourself, I know I did, and all you need to do is not have conflicting emotions." I was barely hearing her as she was vigorously pumping my cock in a blinding fury. "Enjoy the way I can make you happy." My back arched and toes curled as I shot my load. Her hand slowed but didn't quite stop until she knew I was done. She then began cleaning up every spot it landed on by licking it up. It reminded me of an addict snorting lines on a table. Afterwards, she cuddled back next to me, with a content little smile etched on her face. I was too tired to even complain that I was still tied up, and I fell asleep.

In the morning, my cock woke up before I did. Apparently, so did Chloe. Her head was bobbing in my lap as I stirred awake. "Chloe. Please. Stop." She didn't. It only took a couple moments for the wonderful sensations she was causing to push my guilt out of my mind. "Oh, fuck!" My hips bucked up, and I deposited my cum directly in her throat. She grinned around my shaft as she stared into my eyes. With one last bob, she removed herself from my groin.

"Chloe, we need to talk. We can't be doing this."

"No, we don't need to talk, and yes, we are doing this. I know you enjoyed this, and I want to keep making you happy," Chloe said this as she untied each restraint. "Now, I've had my breakfast, so I'll go make yours." My arms and legs were stiff, and I grimaced at my new found freedom. "As soon as you accept your happiness, the better life will be," she added as she walked out of my room and I curled myself into the fetal position.

During breakfast, I was at a loss. It wasn't right, and I wasn't sure how to correct it. Chloe wouldn't talk to me about us having sex. I tried to bring it up, but she just gave me the same line on how "I enjoyed it, and she wants me to be happy." This was going to be a battle of attrition. It was her delusions of what she thought I wanted versus my pure ideals. The winner would be determined on whether I fucked her or she gave up.

Day one: I realized I was in trouble when I came home and found Chloe dressed only in lingerie, very sheer, very sexy lingerie. Damn, her breasts were spilling out. She gave playful giggles and soft touches every second she could. But I held firm. Then after dinner, I was exhausted. Fuck! That night was a replay of the night before except for two things: there was less talking, and I participated sooner.

Day two: After my morning blow job and having the restraints undone, I stayed in my room. If I waited for Chloe to go to school, I won't have to see her. No temptation, no chance of me losing control. I would only be a half hour late to work as I didn't have class today. Not a problem. But the little minx was one step ahead of me as she brought me a plate of blueberry pancakes topped with whipped cream in bed. Naked. And somehow the syrup for the pancakes spilled all over her. And then somehow as she went to pick up the bottle of syrup, her tits mashed into the whipped cream. Yeah, like that wasn't planned. She offered me to eat straight from her chest. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door.

That evening, I was cautious. I got my own drinks. No spiking my beverage tonight. I had to strategize. How could I get her on the ropes? I was drawing a blank. We were eating our barbeque chicken dinner, and the usual small talk ensued. Then a dollop of sauce fell on her tit. She could have used a napkin or an article of clothing or anything, but no. Chloe took her breast and began licking and sucking on it as if it was the fountain of fucking youth. Holy Shit. Once again, I am not very religious, but I was ready to start praying to God, Buddha, Brahma, Vishnu, or anyone else willing to get me out of this with my sanity. I have never been so ready to fuck someone. I needed a girlfriend. The only thing that protected my resolution was that I was suddenly exhausted. Wait. Oh, Fuck!

Another replay of the past two nights before, except I gave in way too soon. Chloe apparently mixed the drugs into my food. Damn her. She's definitely winning, and I'm starting to ask myself why I care. I now have had more sex the past three days than in my entire life prior. And it is fucking awesome. My fantasy girl came to life. So what if she's my sister. No. Chloe deserves to be able to lead a normal life. I have to hold out. I have to show her what she could have. An epiphany!

Day three: The now typical morning, blowjob, untied, and me hiding until she brings in breakfast. Today was my science lab. My partner, Diane, is a slut. There is no gentle way of saying it; she just is. Her red hair matches her fiery personality, and she's one of those girls that has an hourglass figure and parties constantly. She's even tried a few times to get me to be her date, but I always felt I would end up being just her designated driver. Not my type. Though beautiful beyond belief, I would prefer someone kind-hearted and sweet. Willing to do something for you because they want to, not because they were obligated and prefers a good movie than a club. Like Chloe. Wait.

"Diane, would you want to do some studying at my house tonight? We got that big test coming up."

Diane peered at me as if I were a piece of meat. "Sure."

We agreed to meet at six, and I gave her my address.

"You better put some clothes on, Chloe."

"No." Chloe gave me an amused look. "I know you love the way I look and I am happy to show off to you."

"My science lab partner is coming over to study." I could almost see her heart sinking. Then I hit her with it. "She'll be here soon."

Chloe's face went from sad to angry in a half a heartbeat. "She?"

"Yeah, her names Diane."

Thirty minutes later, Diane showed up in a black leather halter top, a denim jean jacket, and the shortest black mini skirt I have ever witnessed. I had everything set up in the kitchen: science book, drinks, pizza. No way was I giving Chloe the opportunity to drug me tonight.

"Diane, this is my sister, Chloe." My sister was out-matched in the clothes department. She may have had the revealing lingerie, but her style outside the home was much more conservative. "Chloe, this is my lab partner, Diane." There seemed to be daggers coming from the eyes of the two women. Chloe, I expected, but I didn't understand Diane.

After the two non-cordial hello's, Diane nuzzled into me, "So is she going to be here all night?"

"Yes, I am," Chloe answered for me.

Diane gave a hard glare at my sister before purring into me, "I suppose it's cool. I'm a screamer, that's all, and I didn't want to disturb anyone. So where's your room, handsome?" Diane's finger ran under my jawline.

Okay, this is not what I intended. I didn't want to have sex with the woman most likely to have every sexually transmitted disease known to man. I only wanted to have a night without Chloe taunting me every single second with her body. I thought if Diane and I showed some semblance of having a good time, even if it was just studying, an example would be set for Chloe to try to find someone for herself. But no, Diane has to be all super slut despite me actually needing to study. Damn, this is a powder keg.

"Oh no, you don't." Chloe took a step toward Diane. "You can study right here or leave."

Diane took a step forward, and the two were inches from each other. "I know what your brother needs to pass the test, and it's right between my legs."

"Well, if he needs that, he can..." Chloe paused momentarily, and her eyes went wide before they narrowed, "get it from someone who loves him and not some whore off the street."

"Oh, I see. Does he know? Shall I divulge your secret? Want to know mine?" Diane gave a haughty laugh. "I have fallen for him too. The only to refuse me. To make me feel I have worth. So back off you cunt!"

I saw Chloe's hand form a fist. I wasn't sure about Diane, but Chloe only played with boys growing up; she knew how to fight. "Ladies," I announced as I tried to step in between them, putting my hands on both of their shoulders. "There's no need for this."

Chloe's face softened immediately. Her hands fell limp at her side, and her head tilted to the ground. Only with sex did she not listen to me. However, the exact opposite happened with Diane. A smile curled her lips. She stuck her chest out and stood taller. She reminded me of a strutting peacock trying to show her dominance. She thought I sided with her.

"So where's your room, Alex?"

"Listen Diane, I really did ask you here to study. If you don't want to, you should go."

A look of hurt crossed Diane's face, "Now that you know how I feel, think about it, okay." A graceful smile appeared, and she stifled a sniffle, "Of course we can study."

After a couple hours of studying, I was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek and a thank you for not taking advantage of her, yet again. As soon as the door was shut, my sister, who was hovering around us the entire time, started on me.

"Do you like her?" Chloe had an angry scowl as she harassed me.

"Not in the slightest." I hugged her. "Diane's personality is too abrasive. That, and I don't trust her."

Chloe let out a sigh of relief, "Well, she likes you."

"I didn't know that. I just thought she wanted another notch in her bedpost." I chuckled, "Probably wouldn't like me anymore afterwards anyway. I think she just considers me a challenge."

"So what should your reward be for being faithful to me, hmm?" Simultaneously, Chloe began kissing my neck and massaging the bulge in my pants.

After all the stimulation the past few days, I gave in immediately. I kissed her passionately for several minutes before realizing whom I was kissing. "Chloe, we can't."

I pulled away as she gave me a playful pouting expression. "I love you, Alex. I know this makes you happy, and I'm honored to do it for you." She knew I was close to breaking, and she was enjoying every minute of it.

That night, I went to bed without the assistance of medication. The sense of normality gave me a calm feeling. Maybe I can win.

I awoke in the middle of the night. Not to an insanely hard erection nor to being tied up. There wasn't even another body in my bed. I woke up to nothing more than silence and darkness. It felt unusual. I really expected to be fighting my sister off and with her having some new trick up her sleeve to thwart me again. I was confused by her absence, and I had a troublesome time falling to sleep. So much so, I was wide awake an hour before my alarm was to sound. Seeing no point in sleeping now, I sat on the edge of the bed sorting through my emotions.

Day four. It has been said that when someone crosses a moral or ethical line, they feel guilt. The line is still there, but shame occurs when it is viewed. With each subsequent passing of said line, the guilt and the shame become less, and the line blurs. Cross it enough, the mind accepts the former taboo, and the line disappears. When Chloe opened up my bedroom door to wake me up wearing nothing more than a sheer pink nightie, she had a disheartened look to her. She had a plan and I ruined it by being awake.

When I saw her, however, my vision was clouded with pure unbridled lust. Chloe's absence the night before triggered my need. Ever since her return, she did everything to make me want to desire her. Her new look, her constant want to please, the skimpy clothes she wore, and the forced sex. She needed to break that final barrier repeatedly so the line would disappear. She admittedly wanted to make me happy and I wanted to be happy.

I no longer viewed her as my sister. She became an object to me that morning. A slave. Someone to take care of my every want and desire. Chloe trained me to think this way.

"Oh, you're already up," Chloe's disappointment was evident in her tone. "I'll start breakfast then." She began to walk away.

"Chloe," I called to her as I stood.

"Yes," Chloe returned in an instant. "Did you want something special for breakfast?"

"Yes, I do." I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her. It was deep, fervent, and full of need. It was my unconditional surrender.

Chloe melted in my arms, and tears trickled down her face as my hands squeezed her most luscious ass for the first time.

"Thank you, Alex," Chloe purred into my neck and then quickly slumped to her knees.

My boxers flew off and Chloe's head lowered to her prize, a striking look of sheer bliss adorning her face. Inch by inch, my shaft disappeared into her plump lips. Her tantalizing tongue doing a slow dance with its partner as she began to slowly move her head. Her eyes were hypnotizing me to stare at her soul, begging for my appreciation. It is what she wanted most in life; my acceptance of not only her, but of what she wanted to be for me and what I needed to be for her. There was no more guilt or shame. There was only feeling, and it was heavenly. Not being tied up allowed me freedom I never had with Chloe. I placed my hands on her head, and her smile widened. I pushed her to go further, faster. Soon, I was violating her throat as I forced her head to my groin. I was coming close to the brink, but I wanted more, and time was against us. I pulled away, and it surprised her. She became frantic. I think she thought I changed my mind as she tried with all her might to force her mouth back on my manhood. I wouldn't allow it.

"No," I said and her eyes began to well up. She wanted me to be pleased.

"I stopped because I want more." I gave her a smile to show my gratitude at her attempt. "Now get your ass on the bed." It came out slightly harsh, especially with the language I used, but she but changed her body for me, the least I could do is change the way I speak for her.

With speed that defied physics, Chloe was on the bed, her legs obscenely spread, and she used her hands to open her pussy to me. She gushed as her juices already began soaking into my sheet. I positioned myself over her entrance and gazed at her form: her blonde hair splayed about the mattress, her eyes imploring me to continue, her plump lips made for taking my cock, her toned arms and legs so soft and smooth, her tits seemingly molded by the Gods, her flat stomach and shaved quim. Her body designed and built for my pleasure. Without further ado, I thrust into my fucktoy, my sister.

Chloe had an orgasm immediately, and it only enhanced my pleasure, encouraging me to find ecstasy. I repeatedly slammed into her. There was no sweetness, no niceness about what I was doing. She didn't want it that way. She wanted me to take what was mine, and her constant screams of "fuck me" only fueled my maniacal pace. She bucked back with each of my plunges and her legs encircled my waist, begging me to drive harder and deeper. Her screams were now a constant wail. We were both on the verge of something greater than an orgasm. Once again, you reap what you sow, and I plowed into my sister one last time, making her mine as I planted my seed into her depths, her pussy pulsating around me, desperate to take it all.

Chloe was gasping to catch her breath, tears in her eyes, her radiant smile pursing her lips as I crumbled next to her. As soon as I did, she rolled onto her side, kissed me lightly, and mashed her body into mine.

"Thank you, Alex. My dream is fulfilled." Chloe cupped my cheek with her hand. "And I promise to fulfill yours."

We never made it to school that day.

I no longer feel guilt or shame for training my sister to be subservient to me for fourteen years. Two siblings bound to each for life over a promise made when they were five and four, respectively. But I often wonder if it was for the best. Would Chloe still be like this if I hadn't encouraged it? Did I prevent her from becoming some important figure in the world? Every time I contemplate the past, Chloe appears as if she knows my thoughts. She saunters over and gives me the best blowjob or the world's greatest fuck, and I forget all prior thoughts. And Hell awaits.