Making my sister into my slut Part 2

The second part of making my sister, my slut

The silence stretched, thick and cloying, broken only by the faint, wet sounds of Amelia cleaning herself. Her eyes, still wide and empty, never left mine, a silent echo of the power that now bound her. The air in the room, once charged with her terror, now hummed with a different kind of tension, a dark, possessive current. She wiped herself with a tissue, her movements slow, almost robotic, then let it drop to the floor.
“Good. Now, stand up.” My voice cut through the quiet, a sharp command.
She hesitated, a faint tremor running through her. Her gaze flickered, a momentary spark of resistance, but it died quickly. She pushed herself up from the bed, her legs unsteady, her shorts still bunched around her ankles. The pink tank top clung to her, slightly twisted, revealing one bare shoulder, the hickey I’d left on her neck a dark bruise against her pale skin. Her hair was a wild, damp tangle around her face.
“Come here.” I gestured to the foot of the bed, my eyes sweeping over her, taking in her disheveled state, the lingering shame in her posture.
She shuffled forward, her gaze fixed on the floor, her bare feet padding softly on the carpet. Her shorts, still around her ankles, made her movements awkward, a deliberate impediment that added to her vulnerability. She stopped a few feet from me, her head bowed.
“Look at me, Amy.”
Her head lifted slowly, her eyes, still red and puffy, meeting mine. The emptiness was still there, but beneath it, a faint flicker of something new, something resigned, almost expectant.
“You learned your lesson, didn’t you?” My hand reached out, cupping her chin, tilting her head up further. My thumb brushed over her swollen lips. “You know who’s in charge now.”
She swallowed hard, a small bob in her throat. “Yes, Lucas.” Her voice was a bare whisper, hoarse and raw.
“Good.” My fingers tightened on her chin, a possessive grip. “Now, take off those shorts. All the way.”
Her eyes widened slightly, a flash of something akin to fear, but she didn’t argue. Her hands, trembling slightly, reached down, fumbling with the bunched fabric. She stepped out of them, letting them fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. She stood before me, naked from the waist down, her small, pale pussy still slick and slightly swollen, a testament to what we’d just done.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed, her back to me, her small, rounded ass still slightly red around the edges, a faint smear of cum visible where she hadn’t cleaned perfectly. The sight stirred a fresh wave of desire in me, a potent mix of lust and ownership.
“You like it when I take you, don’t you, Amy?” My voice was low, a rumble against her back. My hands settled on her hips, pulling her back against me, letting her feel the hard ridge of my cock, already swelling again, pressing against her ass.
She shuddered, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips. “I… I don’t know.”
“Liar.” My fingers dug into her hips, a firm grip. “Your body knows. Your body wants it.” My mouth found the sensitive skin behind her ear, my tongue flicking out, tasting the faint saltiness of her sweat. “You want to be my little toy, don’t you? My little slut.”
She whimpered, a soft, broken sound. Her body began to tremble, a faint shiver running through her.
“Tell me, Amy.” I pulled her closer, grinding my cock against her ass, feeling the soft curve of her cheeks, the warmth radiating from her. “Tell me you want your brother to fuck you again.”
Her breath hitched. “Lucas… please…”
“Tell me.” My voice hardened, an edge of steel entering it. “Or I’ll make you beg.”
She sagged against me, her resistance crumbling. Her head dropped back against my shoulder, her hair tickling my jaw. “I… I want you to, Lucas.” The words were barely audible, choked with shame, yet they carried a strange, raw power.
A dark satisfaction bloomed in my chest. “Good girl.” My hand moved, sliding between her thighs, finding her pussy. It was still slick, still sensitive. My fingers parted her labia, revealing the small, swollen clit, still throbbing from my previous ministrations. I rubbed it gently, a feather-light touch that made her gasp.
“See? You’re already wet for me.” I pressed my hips forward, pushing my still-soft cock against her ass, letting her feel its presence. “You’re ready for more.”
I spun her around, pushing her gently onto the bed, her back arching as she landed. Her eyes, wide and dilated, met mine, a mixture of fear and a burgeoning desire swimming in their depths. I knelt between her legs, pushing them apart, exposing her fully. Her pussy was an open invitation, glistening, swollen, a dark, pink flower.
“Look at it, Amy.” My voice was a low growl. “Look at what I did to you. Look at how much you want me.”
Her gaze dropped, a flush spreading across her face, but she didn’t close her legs, didn’t try to hide. She lay there, spread open for me, a silent offering.
I leaned down, my mouth hovering inches from her core. She gasped, her body tensing, her hips arching slightly. “Lucas, no…”
“Yes, Amy.” My tongue flicked out, a single, deliberate stroke against her clit.
She cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound that was half-gasp, half-moan. Her body arched violently, her fingers digging into the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I continued, my tongue and lips working her clit, sucking, teasing, lapping at her juices. Her legs began to tremble, her hips bucking, a desperate, uncontrolled rhythm.
“Oh… oh God… Lucas… please…” Her voice was a broken plea, her head thrashing against the pillow. Her nails tore at the sheets, her body convulsing under my ministrations.
I intensified my assault, drawing her deeper into the raw, animalistic pleasure. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, a guttural sound that filled the room. Her body writhed, her hips lifting off the bed, straining against my mouth. The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, filled my nostrils, intoxicating me.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, a violent, shuddering climax that racked her entire body. She screamed, a long, drawn-out cry, her body going rigid, then collapsing back onto the bed, panting, spent. Her pussy pulsed under my tongue, releasing a fresh gush of hot, sweet cum.
I pulled back, my mouth slick with her juices, a dark satisfaction blooming in my chest. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, her body trembling, her chest heaving.
“See?” I whispered, my voice thick with triumph. “You love it. You love being my little slut.” I leaned down, kissing her lips, tasting her own cum on her mouth. “Don’t you, Amy?”
Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glazed. She looked at me, a flicker of shame, but beneath it, a strange, dazed contentment. “Yes, Lucas,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Good.” I pulled myself up, my cock, now fully hard, throbbing with anticipation. “Now, open your mouth.”
Her eyes widened, a fresh wave of confusion washing over her face, but she obeyed, her lips parting slightly.
I positioned my cock, pressing the head against her lips. “Lick it, Amy. Lick your brother’s cock.”
She hesitated, her gaze darting from my face to my cock, then back again. Her throat worked, a small swallow. But the fear, or perhaps the dazed aftermath of her orgasm, held her captive. Slowly, hesitantly, her tongue flicked out, a tentative touch against the tip of my cock.
A jolt ran through me. Her tongue was soft, warm, surprisingly delicate. “More,” I commanded, my voice rough. “Lick it properly. Clean it for me.”
She began to lick, slowly at first, then with a growing confidence, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, her lips sucking gently. Her eyes, still wide and vacant, watched me as she worked, a strange, almost innocent obedience in her gaze. The sensation was exquisite, her warm, wet mouth a perfect sheath for my throbbing cock.
“That’s it, Amy.” I leaned back, letting her set the pace, my hips grinding slightly, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. “Good girl. Such a good little whore.”
She continued to suck, her cheeks hollowing with each pull, a faint gurgling sound escaping her throat. Her hands, which had been resting limply on the bed, now reached up, her fingers wrapping around the base of my cock, a light, almost possessive grip. A fresh wave of arousal surged through me.
“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my voice thick. “Having my cock in your mouth.”
She nodded, her eyes still locked on mine, a faint sheen of drool glistening on her chin. She pulled back slightly, her lips forming a wet ring around my cock, then sucked me back in, a deeper, more insistent pull.
I felt my climax building again, a rapid surge of heat and pressure. “You want my cum, don’t you, Amy?”
She nodded again, her eyes wide, her mouth working my cock with renewed urgency.
“You’re going to swallow every drop.” My voice was a low growl, my hips beginning to thrust, a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing my cock deeper into her throat.
She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. Her grip on my cock tightened, her mouth working harder, determined to take all of me. The heat, the friction, the feeling of her soft, wet throat clenching around my cock, pushed me over the edge.
I grunted, my body tensing, and then I unleashed my cum, a hot, pulsing gush deep into her throat. She convulsed, her body arching, her eyes rolling back, but she swallowed, a thick, desperate gulp. She choked slightly, a small cough escaping her, but she took it all.
I pulled out, my cock slick and spent, leaving her gasping, her mouth wet with my cum. She lay there, trembling, her face flushed, her eyes still wide and dazed, a faint trickle of cum escaping the corner of her mouth.
“Good girl,” I praised, my voice rough. I reached out, my thumb wiping the cum from her lip, then brought it to my own mouth, tasting her, tasting myself. “You swallowed it all. Such a good little toy.”
She just stared at me, her chest heaving, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The emptiness in her eyes was still there, but now it was tinged with a strange, almost childlike vulnerability, a complete surrender.
“Now,” I said, my voice dropping to a low, possessive murmur. “Let’s get you ready for the next game.” My hands moved to her tank top, pulling it up and over her head, exposing her small, perfect breasts, still flushed from our encounter, her nipples hard and erect.
She offered no resistance, her arms lifting mechanically as I pulled the fabric away. She lay there, completely naked now, her body a canvas for my desires. I leaned down, my mouth finding one of her breasts, sucking gently, teasing her nipple with my tongue. She moaned, a soft, involuntary sound, her body arching slightly.
“You’re all mine now, Amy.” My voice was a dark promise, whispered against her skin. “Every inch of you belongs to me.” I moved lower, my mouth tracing a path down her belly, over her pubic mound, my tongue flicking out, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin. She shivered, her hands reaching up, her fingers tangling in my hair, a silent invitation, a complete surrender. The game had just begun.