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I picked up another girl the next night, and another the night after that.
Knowing that I’d made my brother cum ... it was like it had lit a fire underneath me. I’d thought I was doing all I could beforehand, but now - just the thought of his hand pumping up and down his hard cock, getting off at the sight of me fucking another woman...
I knew he’d gotten off at the porn we’d made together, and I hoped that he’d gotten off just thinking about what a dirty slut I was for him, but at the knowledge that he’d gotten off with me in the room, something he’d never been capable of before...
It felt like we’d achieved a medical breakthrough. Like the guy who discovered penicillin, or Mary Curie with the x-ray. We’d done it. I suddenly understood the appeal of being a doctor - if fixing someone made you feel this good, it must be the best job in the world.
And the thought was enough to make me a woman possessed. From that moment onward, I was constantly wet and on the verge of orgasm, just thinking about my brother shooting cum out of his cock while I lay in front of him, my naked, sweaty body entwined with another girl.
I don’t even remember how I used to spend my time before now, but over the next few weeks, I fell into a steady routine. By day, my brother and I would make porn. Every night, I’d dress up in the sluttiest outfits I could get my hands on, go out to a bar, and pick up another girl, spending the night making love to her. And each morning, I’d make sure that I was the first to wake up, so I could start pleasuring my latest conquest in her sleep.
When she woke up, I’d insist that she go down on me, and my brother would sneak in. I’d desperately suck him off, doing everything I could to make him to cum in my hungry mouth - when my new lover would notice our incestuous actions, she’d inevitably freak out and leave.
Perhaps subtlety would have yielded greater results, but each morning I was so sleep-deprived and horny, sucking my brother off invariably seemed like the best of all possible plans.
More than anything, I wanted to find woman who would join us, who would do as I did, and dedicate herself to helping my brother. As time had gone on, it had become increasingly obvious that I wasn’t enough - that my brother needed more women to serve him, more girls to fulfil his every fantasy.
In a sense, that’s what I was doing each night - recruiting. Trying to find an open-minded bi girl, one who wouldn’t run at the sight of me sucking off a strange man while she went down on me, but who would be excited by it. One who would encourage it, join in, let my brother use her wet holes for his pleasure...
But no matter how I tried, it seemed that girl didn’t exist.
A month after the first time I’d brought a girl home, my luck ran out. Maybe word about me had spread, maybe I was just having an off night, or maybe my sleep deprivation was starting to show (sleep just felt so selfish, when I could be wrapping my body around my brother’s hard cock, contorting every muscle I had available in an attempt to get him off).
Whatever the reason, I came home alone that night.
My brother was disappointed, of course. So was I - I felt like I’d failed him. But no matter how brazenly I’d acted, no matter how forward I’d been, no one had been interested. I’d even tried to flaunt my semi-celebrity status (my porn site was really starting to take off) but it was no good.
I was useless. If I couldn’t bring home a hot piece of tail for my brother to admire, what good was I?
As I crawled towards him, dragging my exposed nipples across the carpet in a display of utter servitude, my brother had listened to me describe my failure. Rather than being angry, however, he seemed thoughtful. As I reached his feet and started licking them contritely, he started to explain a plan he’d been playing with.
I took his dick as deep into my throat as I could, occasionally grunting in agreement.
“ ... and so I think we should invite Kelly to join us.” he said, before stopping as he shuddered with pleasure and started bucking his hips. I swallowed frantically - sometimes after I’d been blowing him for a while, my saliva somehow built up, and I suddenly had to swallow a bunch of it at once.
I was such a freak, and it must have been off-putting for my brother, because he always insisted I stop giving him head shortly after.
“Kelly?” I said, licking my lips, enjoying the strange aftertaste that so often appeared after fellating my brother for a while. “Won’t she...”
“No,” he said shortly, and I immediately shut my mouth, submissively staring up at him. Thinking was becoming harder for me, the less I slept, and so I’d found it easier to let my brother do the thinking for both of us. The limited mental space I did have, I dedicated to sex - that was, after all, what I was best at, and so it made sense to put most of my energy toward that. Or something.
Thinking too hard about it seemed counter-productive, and so I let my brother take care of that too.
“There’s something I have to tell you,” he said, and I simply nodded in response, hoping my make-up wasn’t smudged ... or if it was, that it was smudged in a way that my brother found sexy. He was going to talk, and that meant my job was to listen and look good.
That was my specialty. Sex, and looking good for my brother. I existed to get my brother off. Anything else was irrelevant.
“You remember I dated Kelly for about a year? Well when she heard about my condition, she wasn’t as supportive as you were.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I loved knowing that I was a good sister. A good sister supports her brother, no matter what.
A good sister does everything she is told.
“And so I did something a bit unusual...”
Tied her up and fucked her, I hoped. It was something I’d suggested we do with a lesbian, if they wouldn’t help please my brother. Women exist to please and serve men. Women exist to please my brother.
That was right, wasn’t it? My brow furrowed as I wondered if everyone thought that way ... if I had always thought that way ... but then I realized looking worried wasn’t attractive, and dismissed the worrying thoughts.
My job was to look attractive, and thinking just got in the way of that.
He’d found the idea hot - I think he particularly liked the way I came, just from describing it to him - but ultimately he’d decided against it. I don’t know why, but I trust my brother. I do whatever my brother says. I would never question my brother.
Sometimes I considered going out on my own and kidnapping a woman to help get my brother off, but something about it felt wrong.
“I hypnotized her.”
God, what a brilliant idea. I’d found some women disagreed with the idea that we’re here to please men, and I just found it so frustrating. That’s why women exist. My brother, the genius that he is, had found a way to fix people who didn’t see how simple the world was ... how simple the world should be.
To fix the women who didn’t know their true place: complete and utter servitude.
My brother was so clever. I felt so honored that I got to help him.
“Nothing serious - I just hypnotized her into thinking I was cumming, so she wouldn’t think there was anything unusual about the relationship. But I left a few triggers...”
As my brother continued talking, I tuned out. He was using such big words, and thinking about big words was energy that I could use elsewhere ... like touching myself, or counting how long it had been since my brother fucked me last.
Six hours and twenty minutes, I estimated. I couldn’t wait until he did it again...
“So what do you think?”
I blinked twice, suddenly aware that there was a tiny bit of drool on the corner of my mouth. I must have fallen asleep while he was talking - I know I’ve done it a few times before, but today my brother just looked annoyed about it.
“What?” I said, using my bimbo look. Something about dumb women turned my brother on - I didn’t question it, but started adopting slack-jawed facial expressions whenever possible. It was starting to come naturally to me ... not surprising, of course. Women are dumber than men. Men are the superior sex, and our purpose is to serve them.
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