Dominated by my Sister
by Rob rl15000@yahoo.com
Part 5


This night was the worst one yet. I was tied, my hands behind me, my ankles to
the legs of the bench. My sister had molested me. That was the only way I
could understand it. She touched me and made me cum even though I begged her
not to. And there was nothing I could do about it. I sat there that night, in
the cold basement. I cried myself to sleep several times only to wake again a
few minutes later.

In the morning my sister came down stairs and sat across from me on the bench.

"How was your night big brother?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can. And because its so much fun."

"Its wrong."

"So. That's too bad."

She started to untie me, her scented body leaning over mine. I felt myself
respond and I nearly cried right then. Fortunatly, she finished quickly and I
was allowed to go upstairs and use the bathroom.

The next few weeks went like that. I was becoming more and more my sister's
slave. Each Friday night, I would have to meet her down stairs. There was less
wrestling as it proved to be fruitless. She would challenge me. Sometimes she
would put me in an excruciating hold, twisting my arm or my leg, hurting my
joints and such. The only good thing was that there was no sexual domination.
Oh, I was still getting aroused when she'd hold me down, and she would often
notice and comment. But she seemed satisfied knowing she could do it, without
actually doing it. She stuck to just physical torture in various leg holds,
arm holds, and especially choke holds. To get released, I'd have to agree to
do an additional chore of hers during the week. It was nothing major. It just
sort of happened gradually. I started doing all of the laundry, then all of
the dishes each night. I would do my own chores and then hers. On the
weekends, I would clean her room, change her bed sheets, organize her closets
and fold and put away her clothes. I did not question this. Questions just
meant more torture on Fridays.

I continued to exercise with her. She would insist and I would obey. Not at
the level she was of course. My mother soon hired her a personal trainer and a
private jujitsu coach. She would train each morning from 6am until she left
for school with the trainer. After school she'd work with the Jujitsu teacher,
no doubt learning new ways to inflict pain on her brother.

I am not sure if I accepted what was happening, but I was quickly becoming
used to it. My mother's involvement was less and less, but that did not seem
to change things. Jessica was as determined with out her there as she was from
the beginning.

The next big thing happened in October of that year. That's when my sister
turned 12 years old. She told my mother she wanted to invite 4 friends over
for a sleep over. My mother of course agreed that would be a wonderful idea.

I dreaded it immediatly. I didn't know what would happen but my deep rooted
fear was that her friends would some how find out what had been happening. I
was fairly sure up to this point they had not because many of them were
younger sisters of my friends and I'm sure if my friends knew about it I would
know.

The thought of my sister challenging me and dominating me in front of 4 of her
squealing friends was enough to make me ill. Still, I had no way of avoiding
it. I was at the mercy of my sister and if she wanted to, there was nothing I
could do to stop it.

The week leading up to the party I did everything I could to make my sister
happy. I did not complain to my mother a single time. After school, I'd
immediately see if she needed help with her homework. Then I would go an get
her videos to watch. After dinner, I would jump up and clean her plate and
clean the kitchen without her even asking. She actually seemed to appreciate
and even thanked me a few times.

I had already told my mother I was going to sleep at my friend Brian's house
on Friday so my sister would not be disturbed. When she agreed, I thought I
had it made.

I thought wrong.

That Friday came and my sister and her friends were already there when I came
home from school. I changed and planned on making a quick exit to Brian's. But
each time I was about to leave, she would ask me if I could do something for
her that "would only take a minute."

First was could I move her stereo into the basement so they could have music.
Then when that was done, she asked if I could help move the weights and the
exercise equipment to the side to give them room to dance. Then she asked me
to move the girls' bikes into the garage so nothing would happen to them.

By the time I was done, I was already exhausted. But I was still determined to
get out of there before anything else happened. Sure enough, I was about to
leave when I heard her call from down stairs. "Rob, can you come down here a
minute."

I trudged down stairs and five 12 year old girls were looking at me. Jessica
asked, "can you please go down to Gino's and pickup our pizza. Their delivery
boy called in sick."

"Jess, I can't. I have to leave."

"Please Rob. Its only a few blocks, you can bring it back and then you are
free umm.. I mean, we would really appreciate it."

I could just tell from the look in her eye that she really didn't mean it. But
I foolishly agreed to get them their pizza.

Upon returning, they had already changed into their pajamas. I use the term
loosely. In reality, they were wearing little more then t shirts that would
come down to mid thigh. I was averting my eyes as much as I could. While these
girls were all beautiful, young and athletic like my sister, I did not feel it
was proper to stand there and gawk at them.

"Rob, do me a favor and just hand around until we are finished this way you
can clean up. Just go sit over there. You can watch TV if you like." As I had
become so accustomed to, I did as I was told. I heard giggles from the girls
as I plopped myself down on the couch. I tried to watch something but I found
myself listening to their chatter. They talked about school, sports, clothes.
They were all extremely fashion conscious and were very comfortable discussing
each other's outfits and to my surprise, their young bodies. Commenting and
such about each other's level of fitness, curves, chest, etc. They were all
very supportive. Why shouldn't they be. These were the most attractive 12 year
olds in the school and no doubt were already receiving theirs and everyone
else's share of attention from the boys. They supported each other here as
well. I would hear one telling another she should "go for it" with a certain
football star or perhaps, "he is not at your level" to another girl
contemplating a movie date with a less athletically gifted sophomore.

It was actually very depressing to know that even at 12, these beauties had
already passed me in the social structure of life. I thought of this and more
as my sister announced that they were all finished and I should throw the
boxes and plates in the garbage and then come back.

When I returned down stairs, my sister and her 4 friends were in sort of a
semi circle, all with smiles on their faces.

"Its time for our foot massages," my sister said.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not. Let's go. I've told them all about it." I stood before them and the
girls just smiled at me expectantly.

My sister stood up and took my arm. She did it in the way she has been, right
near my wrist where she can easily put me in a wrist lock if I resist. But I
knew I had to. I knew if I let my sister boss me around infront of these
girls, it would only be a matter of hours before the whole school knew what
was happening.

I violently pulled away from her. She seemed to be prepared for this as she
hung on firmly, actually letting her body slam into mine. This knocked me off
balance. I didn't fall but my footing was such that she quickly was able to
gain advantage. She got down to her back, pulling my arm down. She was still
much smaller then me at this time and was not very heavy either. She held my
wrist but I was dragging her somewhat when she lifted her leg and got it
around my neck. She brought up her other one and crossed it over and had my
neck in a scissor between her tight calfs. I have been in her scissors before
and while this was not as painful as a full body scissor where she uses her
thighs, her legs were extremely strong and hard, especially around the calves
and it hurt. With her thumb, she was able to push my hand forward, further
hurting me. I stood there, actually bending down, but still trying to remain
on my feet.

The girls laughed and hooted their approval. After only a few minutes, I was
tireing quickly and got to one knee. A few moments later, I was on my side and
the girls shouted their joy at Jessica's triumph. I remained in the hold and
she contined to bend my wrist while my neck was firmly in place between her
ankles.

"Now, are you ready to give us our foot massages?"

"Please sis, don't do this."

"That is not the answer I am looking for big brother."

I held out a little longer but then I submitted. "Ok. I'll do it."

She held the hold a little longer and addressed the girls. "You see how easy
it is. You just have to show him who's boss."

She released me and ushered me to the chair in the corner. Alice would be the
first girl and she sat in the chair as I kneeled before her.

To be continued ... ..

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