Best Present Ever: Bitch Sister - Sex Stories

Best Present Ever: Bitch Sister

... hug she had ever given me in the past, but not overtly sexual. However, after having her breast in my mouth a dozen hours earlier, the hug enhanced the sexual tension inside of me. When she let go, she kissed me on the cheek and walked to the couch, joining Beth who was already sitting down. Sitting down beside Della, her eyes never leaving mine, she surprised the shit out of me when she ordered, “Della, my feet are sore, please rub them like a good girl.” I let out an audible gasp as Della, without a word, proceeded to take my sister’s stocking-clad left foot into her hands and began massaging it. I continued to stare at the bizarre scene. I looked back to my sister. Her smile broad, confident and seductive, she asked Beth, “Are your feet sore too, Beth?” Beth responded in a far too scripted way, “Actually, yes Sandra they are killing me.” Sandra asked Beth, “Would you like my big brother to massage your feet for you?” “That would be lovely,” she said, her British accent making my cock twitch. Sandra looked back to me and said, ever-so-sweetly, “Would you be a dear, big brother, and massage Beth’s aching feet?” I prayed this was all part of my sister’s plan to get me laid as foreshadowed this morning. If Beth was my first fuck that would be a legendary story. My cock leading the way, I walked over to the couch and knelt beside Beth. I eagerly took her sweaty left stocking-clad foot into my hands and began to massage her it. Her purple painted nails looked so sexy and ...

... enticing, covered by the beige coloured pantyhose. My sister explained Della’s position to me as both beauty queens received foot massages. “So big brother, since you so obediently obeyed my request, I think I can explain what is expected of you. You are going to be my personal servant whenever you are home. This includes massages, getting me things, doing my homework and other, undisclosed, things.” Beth chuckled at the implication, as I assumed, of some things sexual. “You see, at school, parties and cheerleading practices I have my own personal full service servant, Della here, isn’t that right Della?” “Yes, Mistress,” she replied, never looking up from her current task. My head spun with the power my sister had over this sweet chubby girl, and the power she assumed she had over me. It was the final straw. All the past two years of her condescending attitude over me had come to a breaking point and I decided it was time to turn the tides on my sister. My mind began racing at the opportunity of not just fucking my sister, but turning her into my personal full-service servant. She was like so many characters in the stories I read, dominant in theory, but really that was just a facade to her real sexual needs...to be controlled. I was suddenly determined and convinced I could make this happen, but I needed to set it up. So for the time being I would have to play along. Sandra continued, patting the chubby girl on the head, “Good girl. Now big brother, are you willing to be my ...