Lovely Tyrant

“Hey Trey, wait up,” I hear Miki call to me from somewhere behind me. I turn back toward school to see her long brown pony tail wagging behind her as she runs to catch up to me and I cannot help but get hard watching her big breasts bounce with her hair. “I got a project for you,” she announces as she slows up next to me.

I groan knowing trouble when I hear it. “What is it now…” Probably just more of her homework. She’s a senior now while I’m only a sophomore, but she has me help her out with homework, which end up with me doing it for her more often than not. I want to tell her to do it herself, but she’s always been like a big sister to me, even if I had all the book smarts, so she always has been the boss of me.

She’s pretty much ruled my life even more than my own mother. When we were very young she’d always be an angel in front of my mom, and then take me to her room to play. And once we were alone she’d force me into her old dresses for tea parties. Mom found us sometimes and said we were so cute, but when I tried to complain she just told me to be nice and behave myself.

Once we were both in school my mom entrusted Miki to walk me there and home again and obey her. Eventually it was even babysitting when she was out, even though she’s only two years older than me. She always seemed confident and responsible, so she got away with making me her personal servant. Of course she just liked teaching me her school work so I could end up doing her homework for her. I was her pet slave, but I did get good grades and was always at the top of my class because of it, so Mom always praised Miki for her good work and I was stuck with it. At least this year she was a senior so would graduate and probably go to college. I couldn’t wait to be rid of her, and even though it was spring that half year until she was gone wasn’t soon enough.

Now I rolled my eyes and didn’t bother to complain anymore. I just accepted I was her minion and waited for her to tell me what to do. “Just some homework I need done, but don’t worry, you’ll like it because I’m going to do it with you.” She smiled and was sweet as can be, as she always was in public, which is how she gets away with owning me. She took my arm and walked me home. For a moment I was allowed to imagine she was my girlfriend, but really she just liked toying with my emotions to get what she wanted.

“Hey Miki, how’s your mother?” my mom said as we entered my house. Then the two of them got gossiping about the neighborhood and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I didn’t really need to go, but the last thing I needed was to get caught between Miki and my mother. I think between the two of them they already had all of my life already planned out.

When I came out my mom was alone and said to me, “Miki says you have some homework you need help with, so be sure to thank her for helping you keep up your grades.” My mom was totally clueless, and there was no point in trying to change her mind anymore. With my history of failing at that I’m convinced if Miki killed someone and said it was me then my mother would believe her whole heartedly.

I trudged up the stairs to my room and found Miki looking at a porno magazine. In fact it was one on MY porno magazines! “HEY!” I yelled and moved to try and take it back.

I hated how I was so short that even now she could still keep dangling something out of my reach. “You naughty little boy, do you want me to show this to your mum?” I backed off and she went back to browsing it. “That’s better, besides I thought it could help us with your project.”

“What do you mean?” I asked now confused.

“Well,” she explained, “I’m going to go all the way with my new boyfriend tonight, but before I do I want to make sure I’m prepared.” She said it like it was an already forgone conclusion. “So now you are going to take out your dick and jerk off for me.”

“In your sick dreams,” I spat back at her.

“Oh, you DO want me to go see your mother then…” she waved the illicit magazine around. I was underage and actually had stolen the book from a bookstore. It was one of the thing I felt most guilty about. All the rest of my collection was just clothing magazines, but this was my pride and my shame. I debated what to do, unable to decide so Miki decided to up the ante. “Ok, maybe this will help.” Then she undid her blouse top and exposed her giant breast and undid her front clasping bra.

“What are you doing?” I was getting really worried now. She was a beauty, and a bitch, but even she had never done anything like this.

“Take it easy. Or hard, as I should say,” and she flashed me a wicked grin as she teased her nipples erect in front of me. “I know you need visual stimulation, and if you do anything I don’t like I’ll just scream rape. Your mother will be in to save me in mere moments.” Then she bounced her boobs to make her point fully.