Slave to My Sister Part 2
by tiny tim - tinytimbro@hotmail.com
My "Big-Little Sister" makes my Senior year a living hell


(Note: I hadn't thought that my plight could sink any lower, first with
Rebecca's tyrranical control of my life, then making me get a humiliating
email address, and now making me put in words all the agonies that she has
made me endure. But now comes an unexpected delight for Rebecca, and further
humiliation for me. Since the first part of our story was posted, I have
gotten taunting emails from women all over the world, laughing at me,
rejoicing in what my sister has done to me. I wish that the internet never
existed. Rebecca, of course, is enjoying the hell out of this. Our story now
continues.)

When Rebecca returned from soccer camp, she looked more formidable and
fearsome than ever. Her body was even firmer, her hard muscles were more
finely toned, but her bust was growing and she was in the process of becoming
a stunning beauty. Mom gushed when Rebecca returned home, saying that she
looked like a "Goddess"! I had to agree. Rebecca's thick black hair fell
halfway down her back, framing an exquisite but fiercely determined face. Men
and boys of all ages turned to look at her. And worst of all, for me - my once
little sister was now over three inches taller than me!

That school year, my senior year and Rebecca's first year in High School, was
even more difficult than the previous one for me to endure. Rebecca was now
going to classes in my wong of the school, so in addition to my past duties, I
had to carry Rebecca's books, and sometimes those of her boyfriends, from
class to class. Rebecca's assertiveness and supreme confidence intimidated
boys her own age, but she seemed to have outgrown them anyway. She went out
with several guys my own age, and not nerds like me - she went out with some
of the coolest Seniors in school.

I had just gotten my driver's license and Dad had bought me a new car, but, as
I knew she would, Rebecca took instant control of it. Instead of riding our
bikes, I now drove her to school while she sat in back. Her boyfriends had
their own cars, but occasionally she would make me chauffeur them on their
dates, which included more going on in the back seat than Mom and Dad would
have approved of. But they would never know. I certainly wouldn't dare tell
them, and Rebecca knew that!

And to make sure that everyone understood clearly who really owned the car,
Rebecca made me get special license plates that said "RBECAS" - short for
"Rebecca's"! Dad gave me the car and it was legally registered in my name, and
I paid for the gas and upkeep myself, but Rebeca in effect owned me, so even
though she wasn't even old enough to drive, the car, and its driver, both
belonged to her! She prohibited me from driving it for my own personal use.

Along with carrying her books, I continued to serve Rebecca her lunch in the
school cafeteria. But now she made me attend all of her after-swchool socceer
practices and games, before drivingher home or wherever else she wanted to go.
My sister had become an outstanding athlete, and quickly became the team
leader, even though she was an underclasswoman. She encouraged her soccer
teammates to abuse me, and they enthusiastically followed her lead. By
mid-season, the girls made me their mascot. Aside from getting dressed up in a
ludicrous yellow chicken outfit for the games, I was smuggled into the girl's
locker room afterwards. Their coach was a male teacher who of course couldn't
enter the locker room, so he never knew that I was there, let alone that some
of the girls made me eat them out to orgasm as they celebrated a win, or
kicked me around after the rare games that they lost. Rebecca joined in the
kicking, but she didn't take part when I serviced the other girls, though she
enjoyed watching my abuse.

Of course, at every opportunity, Rebecca would publicly show off how our
height disparity was growing. Whenever she gave me orders, she looked down at
me, sometimes putting her finger under my chin and lifting my head up to meet
her eyes. And as the weeks went on, Rebecca grew noticeably taller.

As usual, our entire family got together for Thanksgiving dinner at our house.
All of my aunts, uncles and cousins were there. Rebecca made a point of
standing right next to me. It was the first time that most of them had seen
Rebecca and me since before spring and were surprised, and amused, to see that
my little sister was now nearly 4 inches taller than me. And she wasted no
time in showing them that I was her "Boy". As always, the guys had a
rough-and-tumble game on our front lawn. Being small for my age, I never cared
for this tradition, and I tried to avoid this game entirely. But Rebecca
eagerly joined the game and impressed the guys with her athletic skill. I
tried to sneak away whenb I heard Rebecca call "Come over here and join us,
Boy!" I froze at being called "Boy" in front of my extended family, but I knew
that I had no choice.

Rebecca made sure that I played on the opposing team, and took pleasure in
running past me to catch touchdown passes, knocking me down in the process,
and cajoling my cousinhs to give me the ball on offense, so that she could
pulverize me repeatedly, making me fumble the ball several times, encouraging
them all to call me "Tiny Tim". Tiring of this, she sat on my back and as she
had done dozens of times before, she made me bite, eat and swallow the grass.
My male cousins smiled nervously at me, but the girls laughed at me in
delight.

After Rebecca let me up, our oldest cousin, Bill, came up to me and asked me
if I wanted him to talk to her about how she was treating me. I was ashamed to
say yes, but Bill, being the eldest of our generation in the family, had
always been looked on with respect and deference by the rest of us. And he
seemed so genuinely concerned, so I said okay.

"Rebecca," he said, "Tim is your brother, and you should love and respect him.
Just because you are now bigger and stronger than him, and because you are
able to make him your "Boy" in school, doesn't mean that you should!"

Rebecca glared silently at Bill for a few seconds, then scooped the football
from the ground and threw it hard at him. "Get on your knees and hold the
football for me, William!" Bill bristled. His parents always called Bill
"William" and we all knew how much he hated to be called that name. By using
it, Rebecca wsa throwing down the gauntlet. Bill was taken aback by her
actions andn words, but with all of us watching, he held the ball in the
place-kicking position. Rebecca trotted up to the ball and with a mighty kick
sent it flying over our front lawn and that fof our neighbor's onto the front
yard of the next house over. On a football field, it would have easily been a
50 yard field goal! All of the cousins gasped in amazement at the force of
Rebecca's kick.

Rebecca swaggered back to Bill andstood in front of him, her dark eyes glaring
angrily at him. I had seen that look before, and I knew that Bill was in
trouble! In a low, powerful but calm voice, she asked him "Now how far do you
think I could put my foot up your ass, William?"

Bill looked nervously at us. I sympathized with him because I had been in his
position myself. He gave a jittery laugh. "I didn't mean any offense, Rebecca.
I just thought..."

Rebecca cut him off. "But now you've given it second thought and decided to
mind your own fucking business, right, Willie?" her voice full of derision and
disrespect. She was pushing the envelope further by calling him "Willie",
which we could se he hated even more than "William". I knew Rebecca's style
better than Bill or any of my other cousins who were watching. When she has
someone on the offensive, Rebecca doesn't let go. If Bill thought that he
would be able to get out of his predicament easily by simply backing off, he
was about to learn otherwise. Rebecca was about to bust his balls, both
literally and figuratively.

"W-Well, Rebecca," Bill stammered in answer to Rebecca's question, "In a
manner of speaking. Maybe I overstepped my bounds."

"So what do you have to say for yourself, Willie?" persisted Rebecca.

"I-I'm sorry, Rebecca. I shouldn't have interfered between you and Tim."

"Between me and WHO, Willie?" challenged Rebecca.

Bill took a deep breath. "Between you and T-Tiny Tim, Rebecca!" he said in
resignation. Rebecca smiled in victory, both in making Bill call me by the
name she wanted, and by his acceptance of her calling him "Willie".

In that moment, I could sense the transformation of my family's heirarchy. In
the span of a minute, Bill had lost the respect and stature of his position as
the eldest cousin. Now all of the cousins, whether they were older of younger
than Rebecca, looked up to her as the leader of our generation of the family.

"So you won't object when I put my foot up my brother's ass for asking you to
defend him. You'll be counting your blessings that it isn't you, right
Willie?" Bill nodded wordlessly in shame.

"Now get your ass over to the ball and bring it back to me, Willie. And I
don't want to hear afnyu more bullshit about how mean I am to my poor little
big brother, unless you want me to make you my Boy too! Understand, Willie?"

Bill's eyes were downcast, embarrassed at the humiliation in front of his
cousins and siblings. He was taller than Rebecca (back then, but not any
more!) but I knew that she could have taken Bill in a fight, and obviously
Bill had the same fear. "Yes, Rebecca!" he croaked as he turned around to
retrieve the ball.

Rebecca then had me bend over on the grass. The kick sent me sprawling and
moaning on the ground. I was surprised at how much the cousins, especially the
girls, laughed at my agony. I couldn't get up for five minutes, and when I
did, I still couldn't walk for several days.

I was still writhing on the ground when Bill returned with the ball. He handed
it to Rebecca. "Have you learned your lesson, Willie?" she asked
threateningly.

"Oh, yes, Rebecca!" Bill exclaimed. "I'll mind my own business from now on,
honest I will!" The girls tittered, watching their 14 year-old cousin make a
fool out of the 23 year-old Bill.

But Rebecca wasn't through with him. "I believe you really mean it, Willie.
Honest I do!" The cousins laughed as she mocked Bill's own words. "But I want
to make sure that you'll remember my lesson permanently! Rebecca advanced
towards her elder cousin.

Bill took a step back. "B-But R-Rebecca," he croaked, "You promised if I got
the ball that you wouldn't kick my ass!" Even as he was talking, I could see
that Bill was ashamed of how he was sounding.

Rebecca smiled. "I keep my promises, Willie. I'm not going to kick your ass,
although if I gave you a choice you would BEG for me to kick you in the ass
instead of where I'm about to kick you. Call it a pre-emptive strike!"

Before Bill could respond, Rebecca swung her leg forward, her sneaker
connecting solidly with his balls, sending him crashing to the ground, right
beside where I was kneeling.

"Girls, get over here!" called Rebecca. "Now that they're on the ground, our
two most wimpy-assed cousins will show their respect by kissing your shoes!
Willie, start with your sisters and then go to your cousins!"

As Rebecca had ordered, Willie kissed the shoes of his two younger sisters.
Their satisfied laughter told me that they had issues with their older brother
that, with Rebecca's encouragement, they would address with him from that day
on, much in the same way as Rebecca was dealing with me.

We went into the house for dinner, but Bill claimed that he was suddenly
awfully sick and wanted to take a nap instead of eating. His mother said that
maybe it was all the chestnuts he ate when they first arrived. This caused
Melissa, our youngest cousin, to pipe up. "Yes, I definitely think that
Willie's problem is nut-related!" The other girls had to put their hands to
their mouths from bursting out in laughter at Melissa's joke, an audacious
joke for the youngster to make.

Bill went to bed, but I wasn't so lucky. I was in too much pain to sit down at
the Thanksgiving dinner table, not that I had any appetite at that point. When
I hesitated to take my seat, Mom asked why. Little Melissa answered with a
lisp, "Timmy has to stand because he hurt himself when we were playing outside
and now it hurts too much for him to sit down, Aunt Mary!" she giggled. I
couldn't believe how much fun my baby cousin was having over this! The other
cousins snickered.

"Well, as long as he isn't sittind down, Mom," suggested Rebecca, "Maybe he
should help you by serving the rest of us our dinner!" My cousins, aunts and
uncles all looked at me, and with resignation, I started bringing the food to
the table. Once they saw that my parents didn't object, my family accepted it
and treated me like a servant. I haven't been able to look any of them in the
eye since then.

After dinner, while my parents, aunts and uncles were having drinks, I heard
noises coming from my bedroom. I tried to look in, but little Melissa was
standing guard. I tried to push her aside, but the little bitch kneed me in
the balls! Rebecca came up just as I was doubling over. "Good job, Melissa!"
she said with encouragement. He deserved it, whatever he was doing!"

"Thanks, Becky!" chirped Melissa. "Your brother is so easy to hurt, and it's
so much fun to hurt him! He was trying to see what's going on in his room, but
I stopped him all by myself! she gushed with pride, tapping the knee that had
just smashed my groin. Melissa wouldn't let me see what was going on, but she
opened the door for Rebecca.

I couldn't believe the scene on my bed. Bill was being held down by his two
kid sisters, one sitting on his legs and the other holding down his wrists,
while our 18 year-old cousin Susan was sitting on Bill's face! His nose was up
Susan's ass, and she was farting! "I had lots of spicy stuffing and broccoli
tonight, just for you, Willie!" she said, picking up on Rebecca's derisive
name for him. "I felt SO SORRY for you missing dinner, so now you'll be able
to get a little taste of it, though it's been processed through my body! Here
comes a big one! Nice and smelly and gassy!" Susan's farts were followed by
Bill's desperate gaggings.

"Well, let's not leave Tiny Tim out of the fun, girls!" exclaimed Rebecca, and
before I knew it, Melissa and Rebecca dragged me into the room where another
cousin, Barbara, pulled down her jeans and planted her ass on my face.

When they were all done abusing us, the girls all hugged Rebecca and thanked
her for their inspiration. She was justifiably proud of herself. Not only had
she put me through tremendous pain and humiliation, but she had turned the
rest of our generation in the family against me - and poor Bill as well.

In Part 3 I will continue to recount the miserable events of my Senior year.