Little Sister Reverses the Roles - Part 2
by Shanfan - email shanfan902@hotmail.com
Debbie continues to transform big brother into baby brother

(Part One of this story can be found in Misc.12 of Diana's library. I 
apologize to all those people, especially Bill, who have emailed me asking 
about Part 2. Sorry for the delay, but here it is.)


After Debbie's great success (from her perspective) in her first weekend in 
charge of me, Mom decided that my kid sister would continue to oversee me 
whenever my parents were away, for the foreseeable future. Our parents told 
us that in a couple of weeks they would be going away with friends for the 
weekend, and Debbie teased me daily in anticipation. I didn't know what to 
do, but I vowed to myself that I wouldn't let her do anything too demeaning 
to me even if she had pulled the wool over Mom's eyes, and had poisoned her 
against me. I was even teased by Debbie's friend Eileen.

"Hey, Paul, I hear your baby sister is now your BABYSITTER!" Not only was I 
embarrassed, but I was pissed off at Debbie for bragging to her friends. I 
answered angrily, and profanely, that I wouldn't let my sister do that to 
me. I lit a cigarette and stalked off. But once again, my defiant actions 
backfired against me.

Mom and Dad left on Friday evening. I hung around until they were gone, not 
wanting to piss off Mom by trying to leave. But I wasn't planning to stay 
longer than I had to. My pride and ego as the older brother, who had always 
been able to impose my tyrannical will against my sister, was at stake. I 
had decided that I wouldn't obey Debbie at all, and would appeal to Dad on 
Sunday to show some backbone and stand up to Mom.

Five minutes after our parents left, I headed towards the front door, but 
Debbie was waiting for me. "Where the fuck to you think you're going, 
Paulie?" she asked menacingly.

I was stunned, having never heard Debbie curse before. Our parents were very 
puritanical regarding foul language and sex. They never used such words, and 
it was one of the reasons, along with smoking in the boy's room at school, 
that I had gotten into trouble to begin with. "Now get into the bathroom and 
strip for me!" Debbie barked.

I was angry and confused  by Debbie's demeanor. In any case I wasn't about 
to put up with any more of it. I was about to tell her to shove it when she 
put up her hand to stop me. "I know, Paulie, I've heard it before!" she 
giggled as she pressed a button on a cassette player that I hadn't seen.

"NO FUCKING WAY!" I heard my recorded voice cry. "I'm not taking any more of 
Debbie's shit!" I realized that what I had just heard was my response to 
Debbie's friend Eileen! She must have hidden the tape recorder in her 
handbag! The two girls had set me up! Debbie knew that she could provoke me 
with the "baby sister/babysitter" line, and I had played right into her 
hands!

"Fuck!" chirped Debbie. "You fucked up and said 'fuck'! You would be in deep 
shit if Mom and Dad heard you say 'shit'! I have five more copies of this 
tape, Paulie, so you're fucked!"

My head was spinning, trying to figure out what I had gotten myself into. I 
tried to put up a bold front. "You're using that language too!" I protested. 
"Mom and Dad wouldn't like it if they heard you talk like that!"

Debbie chuckled, "But they won't hear me talk like that! You were the only 
one that was caught on tape, shithead! Now get the fuck into the bathroom 
and strip!" She walked into the bathroom, shooting an impatient glance at 
me, and I followed her in. "Now off with your clothes and step into the tub, 
Paulie!"

I HATED the nickname Paulie, and Debbie knew it. It made me sound like a 
little baby. Mom and some other older relatives had called me "Paulie" and 
seemed amused when it got me angry, but when they saw how serious I was 
about it, they stopped. However, Debbie remembered this, and enjoyed my 
reaction of anger and helplessness when she used it. In the past, Debbie 
wouldn't have dared call me "Paulie" because she was afraid of me. But 
suddenly, that had all changed. Now, I had to worry about HER! I climbed 
into the tub and slowly pulled off my clothes. I tried to turn away from 
Debbie, but she ordered me to face her.

"What's that?" asked Debbie, pointing to my pubic hairs. "Baby boys don't 
have hair there, Paulie! I'm your babysitter, remember?" She took a razor 
and shaving cream from the medicine cabinet. "Shave that silly thing off, 
Paulie!" she snapped with the authority that seemed to come so easy for her. 
When I hesitated, she suddenly grabbed my short hairs with both hands and 
twisted them between her fingers, causing me to let out a cry of pain. "Or 
do you want me to pull them off myself, Paulie?" I looked down in helpless 
resignation. Debbie put the shaving implements in my hands. "Get going, 
boy!" she snapped.

Debbie ran the hot water in the tub and smiled impishly as I miserably 
lathered my pubes and shaved them off. I hated what she was making me do to 
myself, and wondered whether I should have just let her give the tape to my 
parents, and take my chances on convincing Dad that Debbie and Eileen 
provoked and tricked me. But it was too late. Soon I was smoother down there 
than I had been for years.

"Now your legs, Paulie! ordered Debbie. "If you act like a little boy you 
will be treated like one, and look the part!" I looked briefly into her smug 
grin, then dropped my head in resignation and lathered up my legs. As I 
shaved them, I realized that I would have to face the kids in my gym class 
on Monday! But it was too late. My sister made me shave my arms, underarms 
and chest, and soon my body was smooth as a baby's.

While I was finishing shaving, Debbie left for a moment. "Don't go anywhere, 
Paulie, I'll be right back!" she mocked. As if I, naked, wet and in the 
process of depilating myself, was going to go somewhere! In a few seconds 
she returned to the bathroom where I stood in the tub, having completed my 
task, awaiting her next humiliation.

Hands behind her back, Debbie walked slowly towards me. The satisfaction 
that she was having at my expense was evident in her sparkling eyes and the 
girlish mischief of her sinister smile.

"Now, Paulie, you have to be punished for your foul fucking language!" 
Debbie cheerily continued. "Little boys aren't allowed to talk that shit. 
Only adults are! And since I'm in a position of authority over you, I'm more 
of an adult than you, even though chronologically you are my older brother! 
I can get away with cursing my fucking head off, while you get your mouth 
washed out with soap!"

Debbie handed me a plastic cup and had me hold it out while she filled it 
from a bottle of her Herbal Essence shampoo!

"I don't want you to feel alone while you drink your punishment, brother 
dear, so I'm going to have a drink with you!" she murmured. Then, bringing 
her hand from behind her back, she held up a can of Dad's beer that she had 
taken from the refrigerator!

Debbie enjoyed my look of surprise. "Grownups drink beer when they want!" 
she chided. "But little babies who try to act beyond their maturity get what 
they deserve - a mouthful of soap to clean out their filthy fucking mouths! 
You are the misbehaving shitmouth who is paying for his fuckups the way 
little boys always have! While I, on the other hand, being the one Mom put 
in charge, am the adult, and therefore I am having an adult drink!" My 
little sister then popped the top of her beer can and clinked it with my cup 
of shampoo, as if she were making a friendly toast! "Drink up, Shitmouth!" 
she chirped as she sat on the sink facing me as I stood stupidly in the tub.

I could really have used the beer that Debbie was holding, but the only 
thing that I was drinking was my sister's shampoo! "Take small sips, Paulie. 
Swish it around with your tongue. Now swallow it down and take another sip!" 
While I complied with her demeaning command, my sister took sips of her beer 
through her smirking mouth. It galled me that her relative immaturity was 
causing her to humiliate me in childish ways, while at the same time 
drinking beer with impunity! Mom and Dad would never stand for Debbie 
drinking any more than if I did, but it didn't matter. They would never find 
out. It was so unfair, but it didn't matter. My mother had given my little 
sister parental authority over me, so I had no choice but to obey Debbie's 
every girlish whim.

Debbie giggled as I started to gag on the soap. She filled the bathroom 
glass with water and gave it to me. Gratefully I drank it, but it caused my 
mouth to lather up with thick foam! Involuntarily I sunk to my knees as I 
coughed and gagged. Debbie laughed hysterically, and finished the rest of 
her beer. I must have swallowed about half of the shampoo, while the rest of 
it cleansed my mouth before I coughed it out. I was a wreck as I looked up 
at my sister, but that mischievous look of hers told me that my sister 
wasn't done with me yet!

Debbie then hopped down from the sink, reached into my discarded pants 
pockets and found my cigarettes and matches. "Little boys aren't allowed to 
smoke, Paulie!" she lectured me. "And since I'm in charge of you when Mom 
and Dad are away I will take it upon myself to teach you a lesson! Now, 
light all of the cigarettes in the pack and smoke them all at the same 
time!"

Finally, Debbie had pushed me over the edge and I started to rebel. "Debbie, 
this has gone too far!" I complained. It came out more like a childish 
whine, but I continued. "You have done enough to me for one night I'll just 
deny that these cigarettes are mine and take my chances!"

Debbie responded with a smile and opened her handbag, removing six pictures 
of me, in various stages of lighting and smoking the same brand of 
cigarettes! "Eileen wasn't alone when she goaded you into cursing into the 
tape recorder!" purred Debbie. "I was hiding behind a car with my telephoto 
lens, and got some great shots, don't you think?"

Once again, I realized, my little sister had outsmarted me. She knew that I 
could be very easily goaded into providing her with incriminating ammunition 
that she could use to blackmail me. I realized then, and have ever since, 
that Debbie was, and is, much smarter than me. She knew exactly what buttons 
to push, and have Eileen push, to get me to react exactly how she wanted. 
These pictures, and the tape that Eileen made, had all been made AFTER the 
initial weekend that Debbie was in control of me. It was my own fault that I 
had been goaded into digging an even deeper hole for myself. I looked 
morosely at the pack, which still contained 15 cigarettes. I knew that 
Debbie was serious, so I lit them, two and three at a time, until all of 
them were lit.

I coughed as the huge amount of smoke quickly filled my mouth. Debbie 
giggled. "Poor Paulie, trying to be a big boy, but coughing like a baby!" 
She took my shirt, tied the collar to the sleeves and draped it over my head 
like a tent. My coughs turned to gags. Desperately I cried out for Debbie to 
let me go, but she responded by laughing in delight as she held my shirt 
down, forcing me to take more drags even as I was about to pass out. It took 
me a few minutes to finish. I must have really looked pathetic when Debbie 
removed the covering from my head, the way she was laughing and pointing at 
me. I was taking in big gulps of air, trying to breathe normally again as I 
held the smoldering butts in my hand.

"Now for the next part of your lesson, Paulie! Debbie relentlessly 
continued. My sister was being more tyrannical with me than I had ever been 
with her when I was able to exert my authority as the older brother over 
her. "Crush the stubs out and eat them!"

I was about to protest when suddenly shoved my hand, and the 15 cigarette 
stubs, into my mouth!  "Now you won't have a chance to put them out first!" 
she growled as she clamped her fingers down on my lips, trapping the butts 
inside of them. "Make sure that you chew slowly and thoroughly like a good 
little boy!" she cooed, as a mother would to a baby. If my kid sister had 
wanted to make me feel like her kid brother in comparison to her, she was 
succeeding!

As I chewed, Debbie hopped back up on the sink and with a smirk, reached 
into her handbag and took out a cigarette of her own! She flicked a lighter 
and blew out a stream of smoke. I had never seen my sister smoke before, and 
our parents would have forbidden it, but I was in no position to complain. 
All I could do was chew the soggy mixture of tobacco, paper and cotton 
filters while Debbie smiled impishly at me, knowing that she was again 
getting away with something that she shouldn't be doing, while she was 
making me pay beyond what I deserved.

(At this point I want to point out that Debbie no longer smokes cigarettes, 
and hasn't for a long time. She quit before the end of high school, and is 
very much against smoking today. It was just a phase that she was going 
through. when she was a youngster. It made her feel older, and most 
importantly, she was mainly doing it just to show me that she could, and 
that I couldn't stop her, while she was punishing me for doing exactly the 
same thing. After a while she didn't need cigarettes to humiliate me or to 
lord her rule over me. But that was later. Now, back to the story.)

As I was gagging down my butts, Debbie calmly puffed her cigarette, blowing 
smoke rings and streams of smoke at me, causing me to cough again, which set 
my sister into another giggling fit. She finished her cigarette as I 
swallowed the last of mine. "I feel like I'm going to puke!" I cried.

Far from feeling sympathy for me, Debbie simply extended her foot and lifted 
the toilet seat with it. "Be my guest, Paulie! Just don't get any on the 
floor or I'll make you lick it up!"

One more look at Debbie's triumphant, self-satisfied grin reminded me of 
just how helpless my situation was, and I climbed out of the tub and bent 
over the toilet just in time to expel the cigarettes and soap suds from my 
body. She lit another cigarette and watched with amusement as I retched on 
my knees and finished my puking. Suddenly I saw flashes of light. I looked 
up to see my sister taking more pictures of me! I stood up to protest, but 
she took more pictures and, cackling with laughter, ran to her bedroom to 
hide the camera. Once again, Debbie had outsmarted and gotten the better of 
me!

And of course, Debbie had once again lorded over me the fact that even 
though I was the older sibling, she was the one who enjoyed the perks of 
power. She was able to smoke, drink and curse while subjecting me to 
humiliating punishments. And she didn't have to kick my balls, as many of 
the heroine-sisters whose stories appear on this site have used to subjugate 
their older brothers, and others. Debbie used blackmail, cleverness, 
psychological warfare and vastly superior intelligence and street-smarts, 
along with strong doses of physical enforcement, to keep me confused and 
off-balance. Using my immaturity (despite my seniority in years)against me, 
she tricked me into reacting the way she wanted me to, and then used my 
reactions to her goading to get me even more tightly in her grip. She kept 
doing it, but I never saw it coming. And by the time I realized what she was 
doing, it was always too late.

"Poor sick little baby!" mocked Debbie as I weakly stood up and flushed the 
toilet. "You don't have any strength left! Well, it's bedtime for little 
boys anyway, so brush your teeth and get your pajamas on! And go to the 
bathroom now, because you won't be able to leave your room in the morning!" 
My sister had my head spinning to the point where I had forgotten the fact 
that I had been naked all this time!

As I brushed my teeth and tried to get the awful stink ut of my mouth, I 
looked in the mirror. I have never seen a sight as wretched as my 
tear-stained, defeated face. It wasn't even eight yet, and Debbie was 
putting me to bed! It galled me that she had the power to enforce her 
juvenile will, but there was no question that she did.

As I left the bathroom I saw Debbie in the living room, uncorking a bottle of 
our parent's red wine. "Mike is coming over soon, so get your ass into bed 
and stay there!" I knew Mike from school. He was a year younger than me, 
which made him two years older than Debbie. Our parents were very strict 
about dating to begin with, and they would definitely have disapproved of 
Mike, who was rough-edged and big - bigger than my father. I'm sure that he 
could have beaten the shit out of Dad! Not the kind of boy that they would 
envision for their darling daughter! But they didn't know about Mike, and 
Debbie wasn't about to tell them.

"Lights out right now, Paulie! It's the end of the day for little boys like 
you!" purred Debbie. "But for grownups like Mike and me, the evening is just 
beginning!" The doorbell rang. "Now be a quiet baby boy. You wouldn't want 
me to spank your ass while Mike watches, would you?"

"NOOOO!" I croaked, ashamed at the fear in my voice. I hurried into my room 
and went to bed as Debbie went to open the door for her beau. As I tried to 
stay quiet and get to sleep, I could hear laughter, glasses clinking and 
various moans and groans. My kid sister had certainly accomplish her goal. 
She had made me feel like a helpless child while she enjoyed herself with 
Mike in a decidedly more adult manner. And since I had spent a lifetime 
bossing Debbie around before Mom reversed our roles, I knew the satisfying 
sense of power that she was now feeling, and I was envious of her. She must 
have always dreamed of being able to boss her big brother around, and making 
me feel like a child while imposing her will on me was icing on the cake.

Though I was in bed in my dark room, I couldn't sleep. It was too early, and 
the sounds of my sister and her boyfriend kept me awake and miserable. After 
awhile I felt my bladder filling up. But Debbie had warned me not to leave 
my room once Mike came over or risk a spanking in front of him. But the 
pressure got more unbearable as the night wore on. Finally it was too much 
for me to take and when I heard them leave the living room for Debbie's 
bedroom, I tiptoed to the bathroom, relieved myself and finally got to 
sleep, thinking that I hadn't been detected.

However, at some point during the middle of the night I felt my limbs being 
tightly bound to the legs of the bed and before I was awake enough to react, 
she had me tied face down with her stockings. "Poor little Paulie!" she 
cooed as she gagged my mouth with another stocking. "Unable to control 
yourself! Too much for your baby wee-wee to handle? Well, Mike and I can't 
be bothered by your childish behavior so since you can't control yourself, 
I'll just have to keep controlling you myself!"

I grunted through the gag, but Debbie just giggled and skipped out. I 
couldn't move my arms and legs more than a few inches, and though I got back 
to sleep I would awaken every time I tried to move. At around 7:30 pressure 
was building in my bladder again. An hour later I heard Debbie and Mike, who 
had stayed the entire night, having breakfast. I tried to call out to Debbie 
through the gag, but my pleas were ignored. And finally the inevitable 
happened. I lost control and let a spurt of urine out, and then the 
floodgates opened up. I gave up altogether and as I lay bound face-down, I 
emptied my bladder onto the bed. The warm liquid spread and started to 
irritate my skin, but I had no choice but to wallow in my piss.

Half an hour later, Debbie entered the room with a mischievous smile - and a 
Polaroid! She untied the bonds from my wrists and ankles and started taking 
pictures. My limbs were so stiff that I could barely move them, and I 
couldn't stop my sister from photographing me, with the large wet spots on 
the sheet and the front of my pajamas very visible. Before the stiffness 
left and I could move my legs, Debbie was out of the room to hide her new 
pictures.

Debbie ordered me to take a shower to clean the drying piss off of me, get 
dressed, wash the stain out of the mattress and then hand-wash my pajama 
bottoms, all the while having to smell the delicious breakfast that Debbie 
was making for Mike and herself. When they were finished, I had to clean 
their dishes. And I hadn't even eaten breakfast yet! It shamed me to think 
that my little sister controlled my life to the point where I had to have 
her permission to eat my meals, and that I was afraid to even ask her for 
permission!

Finally, I finished with all the chores that Debbie had assigned me. I 
presented myself to my sister in the living room, where she was necking on 
the couch with Mike.

"I-I finished doing the dishes, Debbie!" I croaked, embarrassed by my 
cracking voice, giving away how much I was in fear of her, and how eager I 
was to please her. I decided to take a chance. "M-May I take some breakfast, 
please?"

Debbie giggled. "That's right, you didn't have breakfast yet! I hadn't even 
given it a thought!" Though I couldn't show it, this got me steaming inside. 
Here I was hungry after no dinner the night before and no breakfast that 
day, and Debbie said that she hadn't even been thinking about it! I could 
have starved for all she cared!

"Okay, Paulie, have your breakfast now!" Debbie chirped. "One glass of milk 
and one slice of bread. No toast or butter. Dunk the bread in the milk if 
you like!"

This was so unfair, and I still hadn't come to grips with my little sister's 
total authority over me. I started to complain about what she was making me 
eat, but Debbie cut me off. "After the way you wet your bed like a baby, 
maybe I should make you eat baby food!"

Once again, Debbie had beaten me. She is, I now realize, a master at the art 
of turning up the pressure. I had, I felt, a legitimate complaint,  but 
Debbie countered with an even worse threat. There was no doubt in my mind 
that she could force me to eat nothing  but baby food if she wanted, so I 
backed away from my protest. My eyes downcast in resignation, I turned 
around and trudged to the kitchen, having to endure the sounds of Debbie's 
delighted, victorious chuckle.

As I ate my miserable breakfast, Debbie and Mike made out for a while more 
before he left. Debbie told me to finish up, wash my dishes and get ready to 
drive. She was once again appropriating my car. The only control that I had 
over it was behind the wheel, serving as my kid sister's chauffeur.

Debbie sat regally in the back seat, giving me directions, but not letting 
me know where we were going until we got there. It was a nondescript 
building that I had passed on the highway all of my life but never gave any 
thought to. It turned out to be a medical supply store.

In confusion, I followed Debbie inside the store and looked at me with a 
mischievous grin, while speaking to me in a scolding voice, as if she was my 
mother rather than my little sister. "You were a very bad boy, Paulie, 
wetting your bed and your PJ's like a baby! I will not tolerate such 
childish behavior. Now, go to one of the salesmen and tell them that you 
need a month's supply of adult diapers!"

>>From that evil smile of her's I could see how much Debbie was enjoying my 
discomfort. I couldn't believe that she was humiliating me like this, in 
public! I now realize that she was goading me to rebel, and I fell for it. 
"Debbie, this isn't what Mom had in mind when she put you in charge! I 
refuse to do it, and I will take the issue up with Mom and Dad when they get 
home!"

That was all the excuse that Debbie needed. Looking around, she spotted a 
tall, attractive brunette saleswoman and made a beeline for her, while at 
the same time reaching into her handbag - and pulling out the polaroids that 
she had taken that morning!

"Excuse me, Ma'am, my brother here needs some help!" she chirped. I froze in 
horror as I watched the two of them talk. The saleswoman looked over at me 
with a grin. I wished that I could crawl into a hole! I didn't want to join 
them, but Debbie beckoned for me to come to her, and this time I didn't 
hesitate to obey her. I had just tried that, and my sister had shown me how 
swift and forceful her responses could be.

"After a brief conversation, Debbie introduced us. "This is Susan. She is 
very nice and helpful! I was just telling Susan how you have been wetting 
your bed like a baby, and that Mom wanted to try out adult diapers before 
going to the doctor with the problem!" lied Debbie. It would have been 
futile to protest that Mom knew nothing about this. All that would have done 
was get me in even more trouble. Susan smiled and said that she had exactly 
what I needed.

Susan came back with two large bags containing large, white cloth diapers, 
with little pink bunnies on them! She brought them to the counter, and 
several women customers were amused, having never seen adult sized diapers 
before.

"Tell your mother that the cloth diapers will be much better for your 
brother than the cheap plastic disposable ones!" Susan said in a voice loud 
enough to attract the attention of over a dozen customers, who suddenly 
realized that the diapers were for me! "The only disadvantage to cloth is 
that they have to be washed after they are soiled, but the beauty of adult 
diapers is that there are worn by adult babies! And adult babies, as opposed 
to regular babies, are capable of washing their own diapers!"

The customers, all females, seemed amused, and I could feel my face turn red 
as I heard several of them snickering. Debbie's plan to humiliate me was 
working perfectly, and Susan was happy to help. "I am a nursing student, and 
I am used to seeing geriatric cases needing adult diapers. This is the 
youngest post toilet-training diaper case that I have ever seen! He must 
find it really embarrassing!" That was the understatement of the year!

Debbie picked up on Susan's opening to heap more degradation on me. "If it 
embarrasses him, it's his own fault. he can't control his bodily functions!" 
my sister said in a sweet, innocent but fairly loud voice. "Think of how 
embarrassing this is for me - I mean, he's my OLDER BROTHER! And Mommy and I 
have to treat him like a baby because he's so immature!" I had never been 
more mortified in my life. I paid for my diapers and followed Debbie out of 
the store. "If you had been an obedient boy and just gotten your diapers to 
begin with, you wouldn't have had to endure what you just did. But you 
didn't disappoint me, Paulie. I knew just what buttons to push to get you to 
react like you did, and everything worked out more perfectly than I dreamed 
it would!"

My sister had proved to me not only how much power she had over me, but how 
much smarter she was than me. She wanted me to react in ways that would 
backfire on me, so she simply goaded me into acting as she wished before I 
realized what she was doing.

Our next stop was the liquor store. this was in the 1970's, and the drinking 
age in our state was 18. However, the bottle of French Champagne that I 
bought (with money that Mom had given Debbie for food and other expenses) 
wasn't for me to drink, it was for my Debbie and Mike that night. I felt 
miserable. My little sister had just made me feel and look like a baby at 
the medical supply store, but she made use of my adulthood by making me buy 
the champagne, which neither she nor her boyfriend were old enough to get on 
their own. Again, Debbie was rubbing my nose into the reality of being the 
older but subservient sibling while she enjoyed the freedoms usually 
reserved for full fledged adults.


On the way home, Debbie had me stop at a car wash. I assumed that she just 
wanted to be driven around in a clean car, but it turned out that a couple 
of the guys that were part of the "rough crowd" that she hung out with in 
school worked there. As I paid the cashier I saw her, out of my earshot, 
talking to her friends and looking at me with her mischievous, smiling face 
as she talked. Her friends looked towards me and laughed. Then her friends 
introduced her to a middle-aged man, apparently the owner of the car wash. 
Soon he looked over at me with a smile too, as they continued to chat. Then 
Debbie shook the man's hand again, kissed her friends goodbye and skipped 
into the backseat, ordering me to drive home.

As I pulled away, I could see Debbie's friends and the older man laughing at 
me. I asked her what they were talking about.

Debbie responded by putting a cigarette into the corner of her mouth, 
pointing it towards me with an arrogant, jutting jaw. Without a word she had 
answered my question. Her answer was that she was ignoring the question 
because it was none of my business, and that I should shut up, light her 
cigarette and drive her home.

My head was still spinning from all that I had endured that morning, but as 
I drove I assessed what had happened that morning and what Debbie was 
obviously planning for later. I resolved to myself that whatever else Debbie 
might make me do the rest of the weekend, I would NOT, under any 
circumstances, wear the diapers that we had bought. She could follow through 
on her other threats, I decided, and I would accept Mom's punishment if she 
saw the pictures and heard the tape. Mom's punishment couldn't be any worse 
than my sister's was. I couldn't imagine that Mom would condone putting me 
in a diaper. I was bigger and stronger than my kid sister, I figured, and as 
long as I was willing to accept the consequences of disobeying her, she 
wouldn't be able to force me to do anything.

The knowledge that I would physically prevent Debbie from diapering me gave 
me the strength to put up with the crap that she gave me before then. She 
handed me a feather duster and told me to get every speck of dust off of 
every piece of furniture in the house, while my sister watched television 
and talked to friends on the phone. I always hated the dusting chore. It 
seemed so feminine. And now I hated it even more, because it gave Debbie an 
excuse to relentlessly hassle me. No matter how hard I tried, Debbie could 
always find some dust. I tried the best I could, but when I finished Debbie 
went back to the first end table that I had dusted. It had been over an 
hour, so of course more dust had collected, and I had to start all over 
again! My little sister enjoyed displaying the fact that at any moment of 
the day or night, if there was nothing else that she could torment me with, 
there was always dusting to do! It was so unfair, made even more unfair by 
the fact that if I protested, Mom would say simply that I had refused 
Debbie's order to dust, and had therefore broken her rules.

My little sister was bubbling with the unaccustomed feeling of young 
adulthood as she got ready for her date with Mike. As a teenager, she was 
excited at the thought of having her beau over to her place as if she were 
older, with no parents around to stop her. Debbie wanted everything to be 
perfect, so she made me dress up Dad's tuxedo, and told me that I was going 
to be their butler for the evening!

Of course I had no choice. The tux was a bit large for me, but Debbie didn't 
mind - in fact she couldn't stop cackling for several minutes after she saw 
me all dressed up.

Debbie had me light candles and set two places on the dining room table 
while she excitedly dressed in her bedroom. My orders were to make sure 
everything was in place and then wait in the foyer for Mike's arrival.

I was finished with the preparations and was shuffling in the foyer for ten 
minutes when I was startled by the sound of a key at the front door. The 
door flung open. It was Mike! Debbie must have given her boyfriend the key 
to our family's house! Mike was a year younger than me but he was a football 
player, several inches taller and far more solid than me. More of a "man" 
than me He was very good looking and despite the fact that I was older, he 
had far more experience with girls than I had. He chuckled in amusement at 
the sight of me dressed up as their servant, He tossed his coat at me. "Hang 
up my coat boy!" he sneered contemptuously, then looked towards the stairs. 
"HONEY, I'M HOME!" he called out.

"I'LL BE RIGHT DOWN, DEAR!" Debbie shouted back. "LET PAULIE THE BUTLER TAKE 
YOUR COAT!"

Mike laughed. "I already put the boy to work!" Debbie chuckled in response. 
In another minute, my sister came down the stairs.

Debbie, I must admit, looked stunning. Her developing body was getting 
shapelier by the day. She was wearing a red and black teddy, an article of 
clothing that our parents would NEVER approve of for her, not that it 
mattered. The upper cleavage of her budding breasts were pushed up and 
closer together, her long dark hair flowing both in front of and behind her 
shoulders.

"Welcome home, Dear!" Debbie sexily breathed as she glided towards Mike. As 
they began a long, slow kiss, Debbie's left arm hugged him and caressed his 
back, while her right hand went down to his crotch and gently massaged him 
through his pants. Instantly a bulge grew there. As they continued to kiss, 
she felt for his zipper and pulled it down, taking out his cock and 
massaging it some more. It was huge! My little sister's boyfriend was 
younger than me, but his cock was twice as big!

Finally braking off the kiss, Debbie looked at me with an evil smile. "Unzip 
your fly and pull your little thing out, little Paulie!" I was horrified at 
being made to do this, but I had decided to put up with everything except 
her putting me in diapers, so I nervously fumbled for it. Between my 
humiliation and the natural smallness of my penis, it was barely visible 
through the fly! Debbie chuckled. "That's another reason to call you 'Little 
Paulie'!" she mocked, looking at my groin area with derision. She then 
turned her attention to Mike's cock, tickling the underside. Incredibly, it 
grew even bigger! "This is what a real man's cock looks like!" she purred. 
"Not like your itty bitty wittle boy weiner!"

Debbie instructed me to open the Champagne and pour them each a glass. "To 
tonight!" toasted Debbie as she and Mike clinked glasses. "And to our little 
butler boy Paulie!" the two kissed some more and sipped the Champagne. They 
settled on the living room couch, and my sister had me call in an order to a 
pizza, and to make sure that it was hot, to pick it up myself. I felt 
foolish picking up a pizza in a tuxedo, but it was nothing compared to the 
other humiliations that I was enduring.

I served Debbie and Mike their dinner and refilled their Champagne glasses 
whenever they needed it. After dinner, Debbie put a cigarette in her mouth 
and her lighter on the table, looking at me impatiently. Suddenly I realized 
what my sister was wordlessly ordering, and I picked up the lighter and lit 
her cigarette. "Would you care for a smoke, darling?" cooed Debbie to Mike.

"Thanks, Honey," replied Mike, "but the Coach of the football team says that 
we should stay away from that. So I cut back. Now I only smoke after sex!"

Debbie gave a low chuckle. "In that case, I plan to have you smoking several 
times tonight!" she murmured. reaching under the table and stimulating his 
cock again. I could tell by his audible gasp.

After they finished eating, Debbie told me that I could now have my own 
dinner. I looked at what she meant - It was the partially eaten remains of 
their pizza! My sister was "kind" enough to have eaten only half of a couple 
of the slices, but the rest of it was mostly crust. Still, it was food in my 
stomach, the first since the morning. I felt miserable at the thought that 
my gratitude for the food helped me overlook the fact that my dinner was the 
scraps left over by my little sister and her boyfriend. And she was "nice" 
enough to give me a large glass of warm water to drink with it.

As I cleaned up the kitchen, Debbie and Mike snuggled together on the living 
room couch, necking and watching television.

"Okay, Paulie, it's almost eight o'clock, long past beddie-bye time for 
little babies! Besides, Mike and I have grown-up things to do, things that 
you have never done in your life, and we don't want you in our way! So go to 
your room, strip off your clothes and get on the bed face-up! I'll be in in 
a moment to put on your diaper!"

This was the moment of truth that I had anticipated. I had sworn to myself 
that I would not allow my little sister to put me in diapers, and now it was 
time for me to make my stand. "N-NO WWAY! I'M NOT G-GOING TO W-WEAR A 
D-D-DIAPER! M-MOM MIGHT HAVE PUT YOU IN CH-CHARGE BUT THIS IS WHERE I DRAW 
THE L-LINE, I'M STILL OLDER AND B-BIGGER THAN YOU AND I WON'T LET YOU DO 
IT!" I trembled, my voice much shakier than I would have liked.

Mike stood up and faced me. As a football player, he not only was physically 
larger than me, he was well-muscled, despite the fact that he was younger 
than me. "I can handle your brother for you if you like, honey!" he said.

Debbie smiled at Mike and softly kissed him on the lips. "Thank you for the 
offer, Darling!" she cooed. "But I'll be able to handle the little brat just 
fine! Go into my parent's master bedroom and get undressed. Run a bath in 
their tub, with lots of bubbles! I'll be in to join you as soon as I am 
finished with him!"

I looked incredulously at my smirking sister as she faced me. I wouldn't 
have stood a chance against Mike. Maybe she didn't realize that I really 
planned to physically resist her, yet she still looked at me with great 
self-confidence. I couldn't believe the audacity that she had, planning to 
take a shower before using her parent's master bedroom with her boyfriend. I 
decided to try to throw her off-balance by using that against her. "Mom and 
Dad would be awfully pissed off if they knew that their sweet little girl 
was using their bedroom for her fun!"

Debbie chuckled. "But they're not going to find out, ARE THEY?" she snapped. 
"In fact, that will be your main project tomorrow. You will clean and wash 
and dust and deodorize the room and make it perfect, so our parents won't 
suspect a thing! But for now, it's time to get you in diapers!"

I squared my shoulders and stood my ground. Suddenly I felt confident in my 
defiance. "I'm not going to let you put a diaper on me. I'm willing to take 
my chances that at least Dad and maybe even Mom will say that you have gone 
too far. So what are you going to do now?" I challenged.

Boldly, Debbie stepped slowly towards me. "What am going to do, little 
Paulie?" she responded, in that talking-down kind of way that I still felt 
jarring coming from my kid sister. "I'm going to do what people in authority 
ALWAYS do with uncooperative little boys who refuse to do what they are 
told!" I'm going to forcibly exert my will on you. You won't make it easy 
for me to put on the diaper, so I will have to overcome your resistance! If 
you don't want to willingly accept the diaper, then I will just have to put 
it on you against your will and MAKE you wear it!"

I thought that all of Debbie's power had finally gone to her head and that 
she was now being unrealistic. As I had pointed out to her I was bigger than 
her, a fact that was not changed by the fact that I had been put in her 
charge. But, still grinning, Debbie continued to move towards me. I must 
say, dressed in her teddy, her long dark hair flowing down, I could see that 
she was becoming increasingly sexy, and if it wasn't for the fact that she 
was my sister and that she was bent on tormenting me, I would be ogling her 
the way the other high school guys did. She sure had grown up! Still, I 
couldn't imagine how she truly expected to physically enforce her will on 
me.


POW!!! As I was looking at her smirking face engrossed in my thoughts, my 
little sister delivered a wallop to my solar plexus with her small fist. She 
had packed more power into the punch than I thought she could, and I doubled 
over, the wind nearly knocked out of me! As I bent forward, I could see her 
arrogant smirk change into a smile of girlish delight. Before I could react 
she punched my jaw with her other fist, sending me backwards. I crashed into 
the wall.

The assault had taken less than ten seconds. I was amazed at Debbie's 
boldness in confronting me physically, and was absolutely stunned at how she 
had been able to hurt me and take control of the fight. Bracing against the 
wall I took a deep breath and lunged towards her.

Debbie must have anticipated my move, because instead of surprise and fear, 
her reaction was to duck under my frantic grasp - and knee me, hard, in the 
balls! That stopped me in my tracks immediately!

As I doubled over, Debbie took a few steps back and then ran full-force at 
me, grabbing me in a bear-hug around my torso and, continuing forward, 
slamming me into the wall. I tried to push her away, but she reacted faster 
than me, slamming her forearm against my nose, causing my head to bang into 
the wall. I tried to get around Debbie but by now my reactions were slow and 
was losing my equilibrium. She grabbed me again and with a forward thrust, 
she took me down in a tackle that any NFL linebacker (although my cute 
little sister hardly looked like a linebacker) would have been proud of. I 
fell on my back, winded, with Debbie on top of me.

I tried to wriggle out from underneath Debbie, but again she was too fast 
for me. She jumped off of me and grabbed my right leg before I could get off 
of my back. She put her shoulder against the joint that connects my thigh 
and leg, right behind the kneecap, and with a grunt she pushed forward and 
fell on top of me, bending my leg painfully backwards until it was at an 
impossible angle, my leg folded back over the length of my chest. I screamed 
as I felt my tendons stretching.

Far from getting Debbie's sympathy, my pained moans energized her even more. 
With her body weight pinning my leg against my chest she thrust forward 
again, grabbing the back of my neck with her hands. It felt like my little 
sister was about to dislocate my leg!

In this position, Debbie's grinning face was right above mine, inches away 
from it. The triumphant satisfaction that her glistening eyes and 
exhilarated smile was as evident as the defeated, helpless look in my eyes 
as she looked down on me.

"This is even easier than I thought it would be!" gloated Debbie. "With all 
of the wrestling that I have been doing with Mike, I guess some of his 
football abilities have rubbed off on me! Mike must be about ten times 
stronger than you , and it was SO EASY to put you down, and keep you here!"

Debbie knew the reaction that those words would provoke, and with a violent 
jolt I tried to escape her hold. But she held on pulled on my neck again, 
quelling any thoughts of rebellion I had. I stopped struggling and laid 
still, hoping that she would stop hurting me.Debbie saw the defeat in my 
eyes, and her victorious smile widened.

I couldn't believe it, but I had to admit it: My kid sister was beating me 
up! It was one thing to have to obey her because Mom put her in charge, but 
I couldn't use that as an excuse here. I had to face the fact that in a 
physical confrontation, my little sister had overpowered me almost as easily 
as her football player-boyfriend could have. She didn't need Mom's help, or 
Mike's. All by herself she had put down my revolt, and she was still keeping 
me down. She was subjecting me to physical pain as well as inflicting 
equally painful psychological humiliation and me. I once was the proud and 
imperious big brother, but Debbie was now destroying the last vestiges of 
self-respect that I had left. The combination of attacks to my body and mind 
left me stunned as I lay on the floor. I whimpered underneath Debbie, not 
making a move, hoping that she would see my surrender and go easier on me. 
But she wasn't finished yet!

In my dazed state I couldn't react quickly when Debbie suddenly jumped off 
of me. Before I could move she grabbed the legs of my pants and with a swift 
motion pulled them off. Reaching down, she grabbed my underpants by my 
crotch and yanked them off.

Embarrassed by being naked from the waist down, and without thinking, I 
rolled on to my stomach in order to hide my genitals. Suddenly I felt a jolt 
of pain as Debbie gripped my earlobe between her thumb and forefinger. I let 
out an agonized wail as she twisted my ear, turning me onto my back. I 
realized my mistake, but it was too late.

"Now Paulie," Debbie hissed, "lift your ass up off of the floor so I can 
spread the diaper underneath you!"

I couldn't take the pain any more, so as I struggled up to comply with 
Debbie's order, I tried to plead with her. "P-PLEASE DEBBIE, I'LL DO WHAT 
YOU WANT, BUT PLEASE LET GO OF MY EAR!" I couldn't believe what I had been 
reduced to: I was begging my little sister to stop hurting me! I was 
promising to cooperate with her as she put me in diapers!


Debbie looked down into my tear-stained face, holding my earlobe for another 
few seconds before one final twist, causing me to squeal in pain and 
collapse back down. Frantically and clumsily I pushed myself up from the 
floor with my arms behind me as I faced up. Debbie, standing directly over 
me, giggled in amusement as she saw my fear. She could see that I was now 
desperately trying to obey her every command, out of fear that she would 
hurt me again! I felt like

"Okay, Paulie," Debbie said after she had gotten the diaper into position, 
"Drop back down onto your back!"  and without any more resistance from me, 
she started fastening my diaper.

At that point Mike came to the room and looked in. "Are you all right, 
honey?" he asked.  "I heard some noise from the bedroom."

"Debbie turned her head back towards Mike. "Everything is just fine, Dear!" 
she said. "Little Paulie here threw a tantrum when I went to put his diaper 
on! He didn't cooperate, so I just had to put it on by force!" she purred 
with pride as she continued with the diapering. "Im finishing now, and then  
then I'm putting the little boy beddie-bye and then we won't be bothered the 
rest of the night! I'll be there right away!"

Mike was obviously impressed. "You forced him down, honey?" he asked.

"Yes, Dear!" Debbie answered. "I took him down like a football player, just 
like you would! But your body is ten times stronger than my loser 
brother's!"

Mike shook his head in admiration. "Honey you are one hell of a woman!"

"Thanks, Dear!" purred Debbie. "I'll be finished here in a couple of 
minutes, and then we'll have the rest of the night together!"

"I'll be waiting, honey!" Mike said as he left for my parent's room.

Debbie finished wrapping the diaper on me and stood up, standing between my 
legs as I lay on my back, looking down at me with satisfaction at her 
handiwork. She took a cigarette and lit it, further emphasizing her "adult" 
status compared to me. She looked so smug and proud at the way she had 
defeated her big brother and enforced her will.

I felt so low as I looked up at my little sister. I was naked except for the 
diaper and she could see that I was afraid to make a move until she gave her 
instructions. Suddenly Debbie raised her right leg and brought her foot down 
fast towards my solar plexus. She stopped an inch before making contact, but 
her action had caused me to shudder in surprise and fear and moan a helpless 
"NOOOOOO!" Debbie just chuckled as she tickled my belly button with her 
foot. She was really relishing the way that she had made me fearful of her, 
messing with my mind as well as my body. Just weeks before, and for years 
before that, I was the bully and she was the one in constant fear. Now she 
was proving to be a far better bully towards me than I ever was towards her!

"Now that I'm finished dealing with my bratty brother, it's time for me to 
be with my MAN!" she said. I was older than Mike and Debbie, but my sister 
had truly made me feel like a child compared to them. She then bent down 
and, without warning, grabbed my right earlobe and pinched it hard as she 
lifted me up. She didn't even give me a chance to cooperate voluntarily! The 
pain was awful as she pulled me onto the bed, putting me on my back. Then 
she let go. As ashamed I was of the way Debbie was treating me, at least it 
looked like she was about to leave me alone, finally.

Debbie looked down at me pensively while taking a puff of her cigarette. 
"One more thing, Paulie." she said cheerily. "I know little boys like to 
play with themselves at night, but I have a new rule for you - no jerking 
off, at least not without my permission! And I don't think that you can be 
trusted when you are alone! Hmm... what should I do, Paulie?"

I couldn't believe it. I thought that my ordeal was at least about to get a 
respite for several hours, but my mischievous little sister was having too 
much fun humiliating me. I tried to flatter to get her to stop. "I wouldn't 
be able to jerk off anyhow, Debbie, because you fastened the diaper on me so 
well! It's several layers of thick cotton, so I wouldn't be able to feel any 
sensations, even if I tried!"

Debbie chuckled. "You're pretty sure about that, are you Paulie? Well, let's 
just see!" She then leaned down towards me, swung her arm back and in a 
pendulum motion, whipped her arm forward, her fist slamming into my balls!

"It sounds like you were able to feel THAT, Paulie!" Debbie cackled as she 
reached towards my crotch. Through the diapers she found my balls, and made 
a tight fist.

"AAAAAGH!" I screamed as my right testicle slipped through her fingers, 
leaving her iron grip around my left ball. "You can obviously feel THIS, 
right, Paulie?" She reached with her poking  fingers and found my other ball 
again. "Felling any sensations, Paulie?" she taunted as she pinched my right 
testicle. I squealed like an impaled pig. Shelly's response was to blow a 
stream of smoke into my gasping mouth. As I coughed and bucked, Debbie kept 
her grip on my gonad. I had to admit, despite the layers of cotton, i could 
feel plenty!

"So it looks like you were wrong about not being able to feel anything, 
Paulie! Either that or you were trying to trick me!"

N-NOOOOO D-DEBBIE I REALLY THOUGHT THAT I WOULDN'T'T BE ABLE TO, HONEST!" 
PLEASE DON'T HURT ME ANY MORE!" I had to remind myself that this was my kid 
sister, who had spent her life in fear of me, who I was now groveling to, 
begging her not to hurt me.

Debbie shook her head sorrowfully. "Sorry, big baby brother, but I can't be 
sure. Just in case you were trying to deceive me... after a few seconds 
hesitation,  POW!!! another fist to the balls sent me moaning in incoherent 
anguish.

While I was writhing on my bed, I heard Debbie going through my closet, then 
walking back to me. She quickly grabbed my wrist and tied it with one of my 
ties, and tied the other end to the bedpost. "I can't trust you not to play 
with yourself, little Paulie," she intoned as if she was a mother or a 
teacher, "so I have to do this. It's for your own good!" Debbie said as she 
tied my other wrist to the other bedpost. It was preposterous, the thought 
that my sister was tying me up for my "own good". She was doing it for her 
own girlish vengeful satisfaction, just to show me that she could, and that 
there was nothing that I could do to stop her.

Debbie tied my ankles to the bedposts in the same manner, leaving me 
helplessly spread-eagled on my bed. She then tightly tucked me in my sheets 
and blanket.

Just five minutes before, I had felt sorry for myself for what Debbie had 
put me through, even though I thought that she was finished. But now I 
wouldn't even be able to sleep comfortably, tightly tied on my back. I was 
about to ask Debbie what I should do if i had to go to the bathroom. I 
caught myself in time when I realized that of course, that's what the diaper 
was for!

"Sweet dreams, Paulie!" Debbie giggled. "I hope that for your sake you can 
get some sleep before the laxatives that I put in your water earlier kick 
in!"

"NOOOOOO!" I cried. "Mom and Dad wouldn't let you do this!"

That was a mistake. Calmly, Debbie walked towards me and slammed her fist 
into my unprotected face.

"OOOOOOH, Wittle Pawey is still making whiny noises! chirped Debbie, again 
like a mother with a baby. Wittle Pawey wanth hith bottie!" She skipped out 
of the room and returned with a bottle - of Tabasco Sauce! pushed the bottle 
into my mouth and took one of my dirty socks and shoved it in around the 
bottle, effectively gagging me. "Nightie night, little Paulie! she sang as 
she left the room, leaving me in darkness, extreme discomfort and awful 
humiliation.

Because of the gag, I couldn't stop the flow of the hot sauce as it trickled 
into my mouth and down my throat. As it made its way down my esophagus and 
into my stomach, it felt as if my insides were on fire. And then I felt the 
effects of the laxative as my intestines started churning. And before long 
the inevitable happened as the loose food left my body and made a mess all 
over my ass, the fiery liquid burning my sphincter and once outside, 
irritating my butt.

>>From my parents room I heard laughter and music, and then the sounds of 
youthful moans of pleasure as Debbie and her boyfriend enjoyed themselves 
while I wallowed in my filth. This made me feel even sorrier for myself, and 
as my kid sister wanted, I felt as if she was the elder sibling. Instantly I 
could feel the liquid irritating my skin, and I got little sleep in my 
miserably uncomfortable position. I could already feel the burning rash 
forming on my skin.

By sunday morning, thanks to the soaked diaper, the rash had spread from my 
ass and down my thighs. I heard sounds and smelled bacon frying, obviously 
Debbie and Mike were enjoying a leisurely breakfast. As I sulked, I 
reflected on the previous day. Twenty-four hours earlier, after she had 
first tied me up and caused me to wet my bed, I had been stunned at the 
humiliation that Debbie had put me through, and the blackmailing pictures 
and tapes that she had used to subjugate me. I couldn't imagine sinking 
lower from THAT point. But as Saturday progressed, she plunged me deeper and 
deeper into degradation, blackmailing me into obedience with evidence that 
hadn't existed earlier in the day. Again, her subjugation was incremental, 
one step at a time, but looking back at the end of the day the  net result 
was an enormous deepening of my kid sister's humiliation of me.

But once again, I made the mistake of thinking that there wasn't much more 
that Debbie could do to me. Then I heard Mike leave. I was waiting for 
Debbie to come into my room but then the doorbell rang. I heard more female 
giggles, and then she opened up the door. With her was her friend Eileen, 
the one who had helped Debbie set me up!

Eileen never did like me, which I regretted since she was  maturing into an 
attractive young blonde woman. Now she wasn't hiding her contempt for me at 
all as she laughed at my bound form and holding her nose at the same time as 
Debbie undid the front of my diaper.

"He really IS a big fucking baby!" Eileen exclaimed. "But his hairless 
little wee-wee isn't so big, is it? And only babies lie in their own shit!" 
While Eileen was ridiculing me, Debbie untied me and took more pictures as I 
stiffly and slowly got out of bed. My sister ordered me to carefully remove 
the dirty diaper and put it into the washing machine before taking a shower. 
The two girls giggled at me as I made my way around the house, ending up in 
the bathroom. My butt and thighs were bright red with "diaper rash", which 
stung and burned even after I washed myself clean. The girls were waiting 
for me when I stepped out of the shower. I didn't dare object when Debbie 
told me to shave the stubble of my pubes.

"Your main project today, Paulie, will be to clean up Mom and Dad's room and 
wash all of the sheets and blankets! All of our adult activity created 
smells and stains, and we wouldn't want Mom to know what her sweet little 
Debbie is up to, do we, brother dear"? I nodded in embarrassed shame, 
causing Debbie and Eileen to laugh again.

"But first, Paulie," said my sister, "you are going to help me repay Eileen 
for a favor. She helped me by goading and then recording you. So when she 
asked me if she could use you in private, I couldn't refuse!"

With a smirk, Eileen boldly stepped towards me, grabbed my shriveled penis 
and tugged me back into my room. By this time, Debbie's relentless string of 
torment upon torment had put me in a constant daze, so I allowed my self to 
be pulled along. It wasn't fair, I thought to myself. Eileen's "favor" to 
Debbie was to help set me up! Hardly an unpleasant chore for her! And 
Debbie's "repayment" was to let Eileen use and abuse me! In both cases I WAS 
THE VICTIM! "I'm gonna use you in ways that Debbie can't because she's your 
sister!" Eileen purred maliciously into my ear.

The two girls pushed my naked form onto my bed, face up, and quickly re-tied 
me spread-eagled on my back. "And after Eileen has had her way with you," 
said Debbie, "and after you have cleaned up Mom and Dad's room, you are 
going to drive us to see Barbara. Eileen thinks that Barbara can solve your 
financial problems. Did you know that Barbara is a manager at McDonalds? She 
has agreed to put you to work full-time!

My head was spinning again. Barbara was Eileen's older sister. She was a 
student at a college nearby, and I had a crush on her for years. Now, it 
seemed, she was about to join in the growing number of people who were 
sharing in Debbie's torment of me. But not until Eileen was finished with 
whatever she was about to do to me.

I was beginning to understand that my little sister was smarter than me, but 
I was now realizing just how brilliant she was. If she had tried to bulldoze 
and blackmail me on Friday night by telling me that I was going to submit to 
everything that I have recounted, I probably would have steadfastly refused. 
Debbie would have made her blackmail evidence public, but at least I would 
have moved on with my life from that point. Instead, I became even more 
vulnerable to her increasingly degrading torments.

But my little sister was clever enough not to do that. She brought me, one 
step at a time, to the previously unfathomable depths of submission that I 
had by Sunday morning. It wasn't even 10 am yet and I was already having a 
hellish day. And it looked like it was only going to get worse.

How right I was! But little did I know then that the agreement made later in 
the day between the three young women would seal my fate for the next six 
and a half years, and insured that Debbie would have more control over the 
rest of my life than I myself have. But that will have to wait for the next 
part of the story.

To Be Continued