[Fiction] Karma, incest is a bitch.

[Conviction]

This is a long time fetish of mine, I have always wanted to make my sister a slave, but have never gotten the guts, also given her personality she would truly hate it, but it doesn't stop me from fantasizing. The reason that this is my fantasy is because I would need a good excuse to make her my slave with the reasons stated previous, but eventually evolved into something else entirely.

I have deliberately left out our ages, she is 3 years younger then me though, but the grade this would happen in is purposfully left blank.

Warnings for readers (i sometimes see these) includes: age differences, blackmail, exhibitionism, anal, whoring, shame, humiliation, and much much more.

Chapter 1:
It had been a long, LONG day, I was sitting in my room trying to relax. You can probably guess my way of relaxing includes rubbing off as many orgasms as I can until I collapse.
Today I was masturbating to some really kinky stuff, I actually had 3 windows open at the time; one or two gaping videos, a hardcore bondage scene, and some hardcore anal. I came the first time and I was just happy to be done with it, the release was so good I actually came on my own face. What I didn't know was that my sister, who had always been one to fuck with me, was waiting outside of my room with a video camera trained on my dick. I came 4 more times that night, each time my porn got kinkier and kinkier. at times I would swear one of the videos I had paused was still on because I heard moaning, I know now that it was just my sister.
The next day was the beginning of the end for our family ties, but that comes later. that day was a fairly average day, gym was first period, nestled in the hairy ass crack of dawn. second period greeted us with study hall, disinterested teachers browsing YouTube while the students never did any work. Third period was lunch, freedom at last! at least for an hour. fourth period was math, you all know about math class. fifth period, was the most frustrating class of all, french, with a teacher who had a beady eyed stare that could melt a hole through a student's forehead. and lastly, sixth period, language arts, our ditsy teacher practically danced around the room preaching the virtues of voice, imagination, and syntax, before we got to go home.
I lived most of that day like normal, school was as usual, nobody cared and nobody wanted to. My life changed after the bus pulled into the drive way and I got back to my computer to check on my various forums. My room is laid out with my desk facing my door, and my back to the wall, the desk is curved around me with an entrance at the side closest to my bed, the laptop I worked on moved around the desk frequently, most of the kinky possessions I owned and most of my clothes were stored in my closet off to the side of the bed.
as one may imagine, the layout of my room made it extremely hard for anybody to sneak into it. To many, the layout may seem paranoid, but necessary with a sister like mine. this is relevant because when she came into my room that day, she was trying to sneak in coyly, trying to get the jump on me and establish control of the conversation, when she started opening the door and I replied "what is it emmi?" it totally broke that control, the conversation may have been very different if my room had been laid out differently.
"oh..." she replied, taken aback that I had noticed her entrance, she tried to get back into stride as she closed the door behind her "you know what you were doing yesterday?"
I smirked quizzically, she never brought up things like this, it was a more serious topic then she would want to discuss with me. "yea, I remember, what of it?"
she slid her finger on the surface of her phone, an email dinged onto my screen "1 new message from the pest" I clicked the email, fearing exactly what would happen when I did.
The email contained a single link to a porn sharing website, to a video of me the day before, it captured my entire body and the side of my face without missing the action on the screen, If i could have seen my face right then it probably would have conveyed pure terror. despite the tiny voice in the back of my head telling me that my fantasy was coming true, the gut reaction, as it should be, was fear.
"ok, what do you want" I said, my voice slightly shaky as i teetered between elated and petrified.
"oh, not much, do my chores, laundry, clean my room, do my homework, maybe I will even reward you a little bit" her voice and confidence were strong again, especially evidenced by the fact that she had begun openly touching herself at the feeling of control that she was exerting over me.
meanwhile I was letting my mind and body have opposite reactions, my brain was plotting calmly on how to make the magic happen, but my body was trembling and incapable of speech, a moment later, my brain won out "give me a day to think about it" I sputtered.
"what?!?!" she asked indignantly, "i have a video of you, its not your choice"
"or is it, you can kill my school life, but what if I told everybody who was moaning in the background while watching me masturbate"
she paled slightly "OK, 24 hours, you have veto power, after that I will send the video at the drop of a hat"
I mentally fist pumped at the small victory, I knew that in the time until a day had passed she would remove the sound from the video, but it didn't matter, by this time tonight the first part of my fantasy would have been realized.
as soon as she left, I changed her name on my phone from "the pest" to "slave".

2nd update, HUZZA!

[Conviction]

for the next 24 hours, my life was as close to hell as it had ever gotten. Emmi left me alone that night, she thought she was giving me a sense of false confidence, making me think it would not be so bad. The little whore could not have been any further from the truth, it gave me time, the time I needed to disable the "recording" light on a couple of crappy cameras I have kept around (2004 Christmas gift crappy video recorder, 2006 better recorder bought when my parents thought the old one broke, it was only out of batteries, and a 2010 model I had recently purchased for my self from scraping together odd jobs around the house) hide a couple more... secret items around the house, rig our router to block outgoing files greater then 1 megabyte (no more videos would make it out from this house without me knowing) and start rehearsing my lines for the next day.

6:00 am the next morning, I awoke to someone breathing on my face, and the sound of my sister whispering "good morning" in one of the most sensual voices I had ever heard her use, I was only reassured by the thought that the video only had half the moans caught out, I had set up a teamviewer on my sisters computer a couple years ago when she got it, sorrofully I could only look, as it was locked after I finished setting it up, and had forgotten to allow myself full control, I had kept an eye on her screwing with the sound, she wanted the viewers to hear every sound I made, without her needing to be recognizable, it would take a bit more time, I knew I could keep my veto power until tonight.

"get up you sorry whore" she said quietly, still trying to avoid waking our parents "I need you to clean my room and take out the trash before mom wakes up".
I grumbled, but got up, It wouldn't do to have the illusion spoiled just yet, I needed to wait to put the plan into motion, I needed to see what she would do, how bad she would be. I meant for what came out of my mouth to be a grim "OK" instead a growling curse came to my lips, I was sure to regret that, but the look on my sisters face as she scanned the room like a rabbit was priceless, like she expected mom to pop out of the woodwork, I barely stifled a laugh.
"fuck" she said, "don't ever do that again, especially not with mom sleeping"
This time I managed to agree with her, having wiped the sleep sand out of my eyes, I got up, and prepared to dress for my tasks.
"oh no you don't" she said, grabbing my underwear "this is what you get for scaring me like that"
I sighed in exasperation, "do I get to wear anything mistress?"
she chuckled at the sound of the word mistress, apparently she liked it, and replied "shirt, socks, shoes, no pants, no underwear"
I grimaced, "yes mistress"
she chuckled again as I dressed and walked out the door. I had 2 tasks, first, clean her room, this would come after taking out the trash, that would be harder later.
I went into the kitchen, grabbed the trash bag, and threw it into the bin in the garage. The hard part would come next, first I would need to open the garage door, probably hiding behind the bin, then push the bin down our long driveway to the edge of a moderately busy street, it would be almost empty at this hour, but there was still a chance of someone seeing, especially because I was hard enough to push up the bottom of the shirt with my dick. I gulped, hesitated, and pressed the button to open the garage door.

[Conviction]

So apparently I cant reserve posts because the edit function locks up in a few days, so I am going to take this space to do some shameless self promotion.

I am looking for a slave, someone loyal and obedient, despite the content of the story I tend to prefer slaves who simply want to please, compared to slaves who want to be degraded but I will take either, or, and both.
I have a couple old ads posted in the s/m section, they are still mostly correct, but I am going to write a new one soon, look out for it.
females, or males (guys, I better be able to mistake you for an 18 year old girl the first time I see you) send a PM, or look up my ad.
I'm not sure if the staff will like me posting this here, if me self promoting in this thread isn't OK, please delete this post.

[SeriousAutmn]

fill the reservation posts, i like it

[Nawee]

i would like where this goes

[Conviction]

I did an update, update R good, to much gramar tho.
felt the need to post here to bump the story, as I added the update to my first post rather then post it down here or in the second section.

P.S.
YOUR FEEDBACK SUSTAINS ME!

[Wordsmiff]

Originally Posted by Conviction

Reserved for future story.

These spaces are going to be used instead of continued replies so that if (god forbid) this story ever gets popular, new readers need not go through page upon page of comments to get to the meat.

The EDIT facility only stays active for a few days so you may not be able to do it like this. Just post updates as you write them, regardless of the comment posts

[Conviction]

ah ok, thanks, I will do that then

[Conviction]

made another post, im going to use the reserved spots before I start posting at the end, I think im going to make the third one some shameless self promotion in case it locks up on me.

[Conviction]

The garage door opened slower then any door in the history of man, creaking loudly as it opened its massive maw and exposed me to the world. There was nobody outside, the world was silent, as it should be at 6 in the morning. I grabbed the handles of the trash bin and began to run, and run, our drive way was long, it stretched behind our landlord's house to the subdivision behind it, thankfully the landlord's house was fenced in, small mercies.
my dick stiffened to a level I had never thought possible, but I was still shaking with fear, all and all, I kinda liked it, I would be sure to make my bitch sister repeat the task for me later.
30 feet away from the street, I was still in the alley, and a car passed by, I stood stalk still as my heart went into overdrive. The second the car took to pass lasted an hour in my eyes, I saw the parent in the front, staring at the road, and the 2 kids in the back, one pushing the other, the first must have been a middle schooler, he was pushing a small child in a booster seat, could not have been older then preschool, but his eyes fixed directly on me.
Dispite the fact that I had had a huge trash bin over anything anybody would have liked to see, and it being a small child, probably not old enough to speak, let alone tell his mother, I had still been looked at naked, and for some reason, I kinda liked it.
It took less then a minute to reach the end of the drive way, in that time, I thought of my sister, of being ordered, and my boner went saggy, and started to shrivel in the cold, my body and my subconscious were more then ready to take revenge, but my conscious said "no, wait, let her give us more ideas". Just the thought of her doing this brought me back to half mast, and the thought of her not wearing a shirt, but a thin layer of body paint left me almost dripping precum as I walked back to the house, giving my poor, poor sister exactly the view she expected through the front window.

[Black Panther]

Love it! Please continue!

[Conviction]

The day continued as usual after I got into the house, I was allowed to put my clothes on as normal because mom would be waking up soon. We had a quiet breakfast though my sister kept winking at me, I ignored it because I wanted to see how far she would try to push me if I made her mad.
We left for school a short while later, mom always took us to school an hour or so early, because her work started long before school did. I usually went to the locker room and hit the weights while my sister went and hung out with her friends. Today was different, my sister went the same direction as usual, but instead of turning to the bench all her friends would later join her on, she doubled back towards the gym as soon as mom pulled out of the parking lot. I shivered in anticipation and fear.
She caught up to me right before I entered the gym, she grabbed me by the shoulder and I allowed her to spin me around.
"Yes?" i said
she quickly undid the button on my pants, and pulled them down, my erection sprung free from the zipper as soon as it was opened, me having been denied underwear for the day. "you get these back after gym class" she snickered, "I will put them in your locker, but you don't get to go into the boy's locker room until after gym class"
so this was her game, I was impressed, I never thought she would go this far to embarrass me, though it told me that she was trying to establish control. "yes mistress" I replied, I was almost surprised that she didn't notice the evil sparkle in my eyes.
"good boy, I will see you before gym ends, you better not be in boy clothes when I do" she said, her voice conveyed that she thought she had won something, I wasn't sure what, but I definitely heard satisfaction. "by the way, I still don't want you to wear underwear, but I want you to have some, when you take your gym clothes, shove some panties in the pocket" she began chuckling as she left, as I was left to do something that, if i were caught, I would never be able to live down.

I have decided that I want to get more comments. It may be selfish, but I want to get something back from my readers, so from now on I will be adding at least 20 lines of text to the next post per individual comment left, plus however much I decide to give you guys. I like feedback, and I like writing, I want to know that you enjoy what I do.

[Black Panther]

Come on guys! Comment on this so we get more!

[Wordsmiff]

Conviction, I see nothing much wrong with your story apart from the lack of spaces between paragraphs.

If you type onto a word document and then paste it into the dialog box then add spaces between paragraphs. It makes it easier to read.

If you do it on a phone then you may not be able to do that.

Otherwise concentrate on the story and plot, not the mechanics.

The story is excellent.

There are a few technical things you could change but I would not worry about it.

Most people on here are happy as long as the story is good and gripping. Yours is very good.

As for the ages of characters, it can be important and it can also make the difference between posting your story on the Truth Or Dare forum or the 18+ forum.

If in doubt, post on the 18+ forum as you have done. However, if the characters are of age and are doing this consensually then it could equally go on the tamer truth or dare forum.

Keep up the good work. I’m hooked!

[interesting]

Originally Posted by Conviction

I have decided that I want to get more comments. It may be selfish, but I want to get something back from my readers, so from now on I will be adding at least 20 lines of text to the next post per individual comment left, plus however much I decide to give you guys. I like feedback, and I like writing, I want to know that you enjoy what I do.

Let me say this about your request : just because I don't post on everyone's threads doesn't mean I don't read the stories. If I waited for people to post on mine, sometimes, it would never happen and the stories would die. It is frustrating sometimes, because as an author, you need feedback. So I get what you're saying. But really, you need to write because you want to write. I still hope you get a lot of feedback, as I hope all writers (including myself) do, and I encourage you to keep writing.

And yes, it is selfish to want recognition, but there's nothing wrong with that, I find, as long as it doesn't become hubris. And we're very far from that here!

Keep up the story!