Dominating My Older Sis 5: Sister Submission

Dominating My Older Sister
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Five: Sister Submission
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Carmelita Campo

The tears wouldn’t stop coming. Everything was all so screwed up. I was screwed up. I should have loved fucking Clint’s dick. Or at least wanted to do it more than licking my sister’s, or another girl’s, pussy. I was straight.

I had to be.

My sister stalked off, my cheek stinging from her slap, from the disappointment in her words. Disappointment. She…wanted me to admit I liked licking pussy and hated sucking cock. Clint’s cum lingered in my mouth, a salty, bitter taste. His spunk churned my stomach. I wanted to throw-up. And more of his jizz leaked out of my pussy.

My unprotected pussy. I wasn’t on birth control. What if he bred me?

At least then I’d prove I was a straight slut. My shoulders shook more. Tears poured down my cheeks as I gasped. My head spun. My stomach growled despite being full of cum and piss and pussy juices. My head throbbed, my ass ached.

Clint stood. He looked down at me, his hard face set. Then he marched off. Lee knelt down beside me. Once, we had been friends, united in picking on the other girls who were beneath us, like Lee’s half-sister Alicia.

God, it was hot when that little brat had fisted me.

But then Lee had turned into a freak last year, destroying our friendship. How could I be seen with such a whore? She’d do all sorts of obscene stuff, flashing herself, shaving herself while everyone watched, let us insult her, demean her.

Made me fantasize about forcing her to lick my pussy.

Her arm went around my shoulders. She pulled me close. She was a slave, like me. Clint spanked her like Juana spanked me. He made her drink piss like I drank Juana’s. She’d been bound, degraded, humiliated, and she loved it. Why? How?

“It’s okay,” Lee whispered.

My arms went around her. I pressed my face into her chest, my entire body shaking. My tears stained her flesh. They flowed out of me. Everything was so confusing, so fucked up. I wasn’t a lesbian. My father would disown me. But…

I loved it. I loved pussy so much and I hated cock. Cum. It was so nasty.

“Do you remember how I masturbated before our PE class?” Lee asked, her voice soft. “And shaved my snatch bare?”

I nodded, sniffing.

“Clint made me do it.”

“I know that,” I said. “You’re his sex slave.”

“But I didn’t fight it,” Lee said. “He doesn’t really make me do anything. Or… he does, but only because I let him. Because I want him to make me do humiliating, disgusting things. I want to be his slave, his whore, his cum dumpster. And you… You want to lick pussy.”

“No!” I protested.

“It’s so clear.” Lee cupped my face, her fingers brushed the tears spilling down my cheeks.

“It’s Juana. She’s lying about me!”

“Sure you’re not lying about yourself?” Her eyes bored into mine. “I saw you gag when Clint fired his cum into your mouth. You hated it.”

“Cum just doesn’t taste good.”

“Not to you.” Lee’s beamed. “I love it. It’s better than pussy juices or piss for me. My brother’s cum is ambrosia to me. Just like your sister’s pussy juices is ambrosia to you.” Lee leaned closer, brushing her nose against mine. “I bet you even liked Juana’s piss better than Clint’s cum.”

Heat caressed my cheeks.

“That’s what I thought. So, Carmelita, why don’t you want to be happy?”

“My father would kick me out of the house if I were gay.” I stared at Lee. She had to understand why I couldn’t be gay. No matter how much I liked pussy. “He’d disown me and be so disappointed in me. He despises lesbianas and maricónes. I can’t be one.”

“If he disowns you and kicks you out, you can live here. You and Juana.” Lee gave me such a friendly smile. “Because it’s more important for you to be happy by being true to who you are then to live a lie for someone who hates who you are. I acted like a brat for attention, craving to be disciplined, looking for a man to take me in hand. And when I found it, I was so happy. And I think you want the same. All this forcing dykes to lick your pussy… You were looking for they dyke who’d force you to admit who you are.

“And your sister’s doing it. With my Master’s help. So let them! Or you’re going to have a shitty life, Carmelita. Be true to yourself.”

Then she kissed me on the mouth. Not a hot, passionate kiss, but something like a pair of sister’s might share. A brush of lips, something loving. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of her lips as she broke it and scampered off.

True to myself… Was I really a lesbian?

My stomach twisted. Father stood over me, glaring down at his filthy, lesbiana daughter, face burning with rage, fists clenching. And in his eyes dwelled the worst thing ever: disappointment. I bolted for the bathroom, stumbling into it and falling before the toilet.

My stomach heaved as I puked up my shame.

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Juana Campo

I avoided my sister all Saturday night. I hoped letting her think about things would improve her. Clint had his sex slaves bind her and leave in the middle of the living room floor like last night. They had promised to check up on her.

I found my sister lying on her side early Sunday morning, hardly moving, her face smeared with drying pussy juices.

“Good morning, slave,” I said, staring at her, hoping to see her eyes light up.

She flicked up her gaze at me then looked away.

“I said, ‘Good morning, slave’!” My hand clenched. “How do you respond, bitch?”

“Morning, Mistress,” she muttered, words slurred.

I bent down beside her, working on the knots. In a minute, she flexed her fingers as she sat up, massaging feeling back into them. Then, without a word or permission, she stood up and stumbled on wobbly legs to the bathroom.

I ground my teeth.

I stood ready for her return, the huge, black dildo strapped onto my naked body. My sister tottered out of the bathroom, her round, golden-brown breasts jiggling, her nipples not even erect. Her head downcast, black hair falling around her face.

“You are being a bad slave,” I hissed. “You’re walking instead of crawling. You’re my bitch-slave, linda.”

My older sister sank down to her knees without a word, no energy. In my hands I held a pair of nipple clamps. This would get a reaction out of her.

“You know I have to punish you for your insolent behavior.”

My older sister shrugged.

I leaned down, my small tits jiggling. My nipples throbbed, so hard with my excitement to play with my sister-slave. How dare she rob me of my fun. I opened the clamp then paused. Her nipples weren’t erect. They didn’t protrude out for me.

I rubbed one with my finger, massaging it. The little nub poked out, half as erect as normal. Good enough. I clamped her nipple. She sucked in a breath, her body trembling. She let out a whimper of pain.

Better.

“You are going to wear these all day for being an insolent slut, bitch!” I told her, my pussy growing moist as her other nipple poked out on its own.

I opened the clamp, the toothy jaw engulfing her nipple. The triangular alligator teeth bit into her brown nipple. She shuddered again, sucking in another breath. My pussy clenched, juices dribbling down my thighs as her breasts shook. The nipple clamps pulled on her nubs as they swung back and forth.

“Now what do you say?” I demanded.

“Thank you for punishing me, Mistress,” she muttered, her words slurred like she was drunk. But that was impossible.

I grabbed her chin, lifting her face, peering into her eyes. They were dull, lifeless. “If you don’t start showing me how thankful you are, you’re going to be punished more.”

“Guess it’ll be more punishments.”

“That’s your choice, bitch.” I pointed at couch. “Crawl over there and bend over it. I’m going to spank your insolent ass.”

She shrugged and shuffled along on her hands and feet, her ass wiggling. Bruises splotched her ass, fading from brown-purple centers to yellow edges. Reminders of her spankings two days ago. She reached the couch, pressing her clamped nipples into the fabric, wincing.

I advanced on her, my pussy so wet for this. I would spank her, get her in the mood, and then fuck her so hard with her favorite dildo. She would remember what I gave her—the pain and pleasure she craved. The lesbian pleasures that she desired but refused to admit.

CRACK!

She grunted, her head lying on her arms, hardly moving. My red handprint burned on her ass.

CRACK!

The stinging slap echoed harder. I landed it right on a bruise, my snatch clenching from causing her pain. But she just grunted again. She didn’t moan. She didn’t whimper. She didn’t wiggler her ass, begging for another.

CRACK!

“What is wrong with you?” I demanded, three bright spots burning on her gorgeous ass.

CRACK!

“Don’t just lie there!”

“Dad’s going to kill me,” she said in Spanish. “He’s going to find out I’ve licked your pussy and think I’m a lesbian.”

“You are a lesbian! A lesbian slave!”

CRACK!

“Don’t tell me you hate licking pussy, bitch! I know you love it!”

Her entire body shook. Tears fell down her cheeks. “I…I don’t like it. I’m just doing it because you’re blackmailing me.”

My excitement died. It wasn’t hot spanking her when she didn’t care.