My little s****r was born when I was nine years old. She is my only sibling, and since I was so much older than her, Mom and Dad never had to look very far to find a playmate or a babysitter for Alison. As she grew up, Alison and I were very close. Being her big b*****r, I was her playground protector and the one she came to with her problems. But, when I turned eighteen, I joined the Navy and stayed in the service for eight years, which took me away from home and unfortunately, away from my little s****r. By the time I was discharged from the Navy, Alison had turned into a s*******n year old girl with a smart mouth and a seriously rotten attitude. She fought incessantly with our parents and was probably the most disrespectful person I'd ever seen.
So, at Mom and Dad's request, I moved back home to see if I could be a friend to Alison and help her find her way back to the being the sweet c***d she was before I joined the Navy.
The first year I was back was difficult for Alison and me. Alison began to hang out with the "Goth" crowd at her high school, which led to multiple instances of her sneaking out of the house, wild parties and eventually, some minor trouble with the police. Each time she got in trouble, I came to her assistance and to her defense. For a while, she seemed to change her ways – or at least it seemed like it. We did a lot of things together and I began trusting her enough to let her drive my car.
During the last half of her senior year in High School, she met a boy named Brent, who I could tell was going to be a bad influence on her. But, she was eighteen years old now and wouldn't listen to me. This Brent k** was the epitome of a smart-ass, and despite my warnings, Alison and Brent grew to be friends. I tried talking to her about him, but, she told me not to worry – she definitely didn't have any romantic interests in him. "We're just friends." She said. "That's all."
Somewhere along the way, apparently Alison and Brent got closer than any of us realized.
I was sitting at my computer on a Saturday afternoon when I received an email from Alison. It struck me funny that she'd send me an email – after all, she was at home with me, in fact, in the bedroom right next to me. If she wanted to talk, she could just take the few steps down the hall. However, once I opened the email and read it, I immediately realized her email was intended for her friend, Brent, and not for me.
You see, my name is Brett and when she started typing on the addressee line of the email, I bet the computer must have autoselected my email address instead of Brent's email address and she simply didn't notice. This is the text of the email she was trying to send to Brent, but, which came to me:
"Hey. I probably can't be there until around 7:00 tonight, but we should still have enough time. My parents aren't leaving until 6:30, and it will take me a few minutes to talk my goody-goody b*****r out of his car keys. Then, I have to change clothes and find a way to sneak out to his car without him seeing me. But, don't worry, I'll be there as soon as I can.
Brent, I really appreciate you doing this for me. I've dreamt about this hundreds of times, and I can't believe it's finally coming true. You have no idea how long I've wanted something like this to happen and I want it to be exactly they way we talked about.
I promise I will do everything you say. I promise I will not chicken out. I promise I will not argue and from the time I come through your door, I will be totally under your command. I've already shaved myself down there and I will come dressed exactly as you have asked. When you open the door to let me in, the person you see standing there will be your totally submissive slut.
I will undress when you command me to. I will lower my panties slowly and let you look at me. You can take as long as you want to look, too. Actually, the longer you take to look at me – the better. I'll stand right in front of you and spread my feet wide. I'll reach down and open my pussy lips so you can see what I look like down there. I'll turn around and bend over and hold the cheeks of my butt apart and let you look there, too. You can touch me in any way you want to and I will perform any sex act you desire.
In return, you will treat me as your submissive slut, and even if it's just for a few hours, I want you to help me experience total submission. I've lived with this bottled up inside me for so long and I know this is who I am.... I'm sure of it. So, tonight, we'll set our friendship aside for a few hours and I will be yours. I will be your slut to do with as you please. My body is yours. My mouth is yours, my pussy is yours and my ass is yours. You can use me anyway you want to. Just command me and tell me what you want.
I know a submissive slut shouldn't have the right to make requests, but if you don't mind, there is one request I would like to make. Obviously, being a virgin I don't know what to expect when you time comes for you to take my virginity. Could you please be gentle with me for the first few minutes? I mean, just until it's in me and I have a chance to get used to it? I don't know what it will feel like and how much it will hurt, but, I don't want the rest of the night to be ruined just because you were too rough when you first fuck me.
Okay, that's it. I'll keep my end of the deal if you keep yours. I'll text your phone when I'm on the way. See you soon."
"Fuck!" I exclaimed to myself after reading Alison's email.
I was in complete and total shock. I had to read the note several times, dissecting every word and phrase, and after I'd read it five or six times, I leaned back in my chair and thought about what my little s****r was about to do.
There was at least one good thing I got from her email - it didn't seem like there was any real romance going on between that ass-wipe and my little s****r. From what I could tell, this was just about sex. No, actually that wasn't it at all. This was some kind of deal – some arrangement, or some bargain they had made. Perhaps even a favor he was doing for her. But, one thing was clear, she was planning on losing her virginity to him during all of this, and when I put it in those terms, that's when I started getting angry.
My s****r, Alison, is a beautiful girl, especially when she's not dressed in all those black clothes and covered with all that dark make-up. She's cute, and she could have her pick of any guy she wanted. So why would she want to give her virginity to an ass-hole like that Brent guy?
Quickly sitting up in my desk chair, I went out to the internet and did some searches to see what I could find about sexually submissive people. This topic wasn't entirely new to me because I'd had a girlfriend who claimed to be submissive and we often role played situations so she could live out her fantasies. But, Alison was my little s****r and I wanted to learn more about what she was about to get herself into.
After a few minutes, I found a website that explained in easy to understand terms exactly what being submissive really meant. The website was filled with links and references, and after a couple of hours of research, I'd found several pieces of important information, such as:
1) If my little s****r was a true sexual submissive, her unfulfilled desire to experience full submission would grow and grow until her desires were finally satisfied.
2) The converse is true, also. If Alison's desires are not met, she could begin a pattern of riskier and riskier behavior looking for that same satisfaction.
3) I learned that submissives teeter on a delicate balance between intense desire and intense shame. Female submissives may see their submissiveness as the only way they can achieve true and complete sexual fulfillment.
4) Some submissives say that turning over control to someone else acts as foreplay for them, bringing their arousal level to a fever pitch long before any physical sexual contact actually occurs.
But the one piece of information that made the biggest impression on me was this: most submissives live in the closet for years due to fear of being condemned by f****y and friends. They will only reveal themselves to someone they trust..... someone they feel will accept them and perhaps enable them. But, if that person rejects them, they can become depressed and horribly withdrawn - sometimes for years.
On the flip side, though, if they are accepted and are able to live out their submissive desires with someone – even for a brief period of time, it can act like a shot of adrenalin to their self-confidence and self-assurance. The article went on to say that the absolute best case would be if they were allowed to be submissive with someone that fully understood their needs and treated them with love and respect. In that case, the euphoric feeling would be dramatically prolonged.
So, it was with all that knowledge that I made a decision. If my little s****r needed to be submissive, and I mean if she REALLY needed to be submissive, and if she was willing to go as far as asking her high school ass-wipe friend, Brent, to help her, then it was time for me to step in. Maybe this was my chance to finally get through to her, and maybe this was just the opportunity my little s****r needed. I could give her what she needed without the risk of involving others and as always, I could ensure she didn't get hurt.
I hadn't realized until now that my cock had grown incredibly hard and begun to throb inside my pants. Sure, I was interested in helping my s****r, but the thought of being sexual with her was appealing to me, too. I was intrigued with the fact that she was still a virgin and willing to lose her cherry as part of her submissive experience.
I wondered how it all might play out – my own little s****r being submissive to me, I mean. I closed my eyes and imagined her standing in front of me, undressing herself – removing her clothes one piece at a time. I'd sit there calmly and watch her. I'd have to study her and inspect her body. I'd have to place her in embarrassing and humiliating positions so I could see her body parts clearly. She'd have to lewdly expose herself to me, holding her pussy lips apart so I could verify her virginal condition. I'd have to examine her in the most intimate ways, of course, using my fingers and my tongue....... and eventually my cock.
To do it right, though, it would take some time to teach her. I'd have to take her one step at a time and teach her something new each day. She'd obviously have to learn to suck me properly and how to jack my cock just the way I like it. She'd have to learn how to satisfy all my desires, because after all, that's what a submissive does.
For the next several minutes, I let my mind conjure up all kinds of nasty things she'd have to do for me. I visualized her having to stand in front of me and lowering her panties just so I could watch her expose herself. Then, in a twisted instant, I thought about exposing her in unexpected ways and places – like in a store or a restaurant – having her show her breasts, panties or maybe even her bare crotch.... just enough to get her arousal sky high.
There was a fine line between what I was thinking about doing FOR her, and what I was thinking about doing TO her. The more I thought about it, the solution was clear and simple. Even with the fact that she was my own s****r, my little s****r, the benefits for both of us were obvious, and she'd be much better off exploring her submissive side with me than with anyone else. True, it would mean I'd be having sex with my little s****r, and quite honestly, I liked the idea of it. What better reward for a submissive than to receive her sexual training at home from her big b*****r and receive her b*****r's cock as her first cock!
Looking at my watch, I could see I had about an hour before our parents were supposed to leave. Thinking quickly, I made a mental list of a few items that would be helpful when the time came, and I jotted down a quick shopping list and grabbed my car keys. Fortunately, there's a supercenter close to where we live, and in the matter of forty minutes, I was back at the house with a bag full of goodies, such as three kinds of personal lubricant, including one that claimed to increase female arousal. Additionally, I'd gone through the "Tween" clothing department and picked out an incredibly short, layered cotton skirt which I could shorten quite easily with just a pair of scissors
Then, I went to the party supplies department and found a blindfold, and then wandered over to the hardware department to find some long strips of Velcro.
And if all that wasn't enough, I found the most exquisite pair of panties as I walked by the lingerie department. My cock was hard the instant I saw it hanging on the rack – it was made of sheer pink mesh material with rows of ruffles across the back of the panties and it was virtually see through in the front.
My cock was bulging in my pants as I walked toward the self checkout line. I arrived there just in front of a woman who had her young teenage daughter with her, and they both became quiet as I started to run the items I was buying over the scanner. I'm sure the mother recognized the special female personal lubricant, and once she saw the blindfold, the sexy panties and the long strips of Velcro, she put it all together and before I knew it, she was tugging at her daughter's arm and pulling her out of line behind me. I chuckled to myself wondering what the woman's daughter was thinking.
I wasn't back at the house a total of ten minutes before Mom knocked on my bedroom door and announced they were leaving for Dad's award banquet. "We'll be late tonight." She said. "We probably won't be home until after 1:00AM. And, there's dinner in the 'fridge for you and your s****r. Just heat it up in the microwave and you're all set."
I quickly dumped the stuff from the store in the large drawer of my computer desk and opened my door just as she was done speaking. "Try to do something fun with your s****r, would you?" Mom whispered.
"Oh, I plan on it, Mom." I said softly, chuckling to myself. "I think I can keep her entertained for a while."
Just then, I heard Dad yell for Mom from the front door and she looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. "I swear!" She chuckled. "You'd think he was getting a Nobel Prize, or something. Anyway," she added, "we'll probably be late."
I stood in the hallway and watched as she and Dad left. Not more than thirty seconds after the front door closed, Alison's bedroom door opened and she came out into the hallway with me.
"Are they gone?" Alison asked.
"Yep." I answered. "She said there was dinner in the refrigerator for us."
"Hey, Brett," Alison said, following me into my room and leaning against the door frame, "Do you think I can use your car tonight? I need to go over to Beth's house to work on our chemistry project, so, I'll just eat over there and you don't have to worry about feeding me. Is that okay?"
This was it. I knew Alison was lying to me about where she was going and what she was going to do, but, I acted dumb.
"Why don't you ask Beth if she wants to come over here?" I replied. "I bet I can help you guys get done pretty quickly and then we can go rent a movie."
Alison stuck to her story, insisting all the project stuff was at Beth's house. So, I reached into my pocket and took out my car keys and dangled them in front of her.
"How about this," I began, "let's talk for a few minutes and when we're done, if you still want to go, you can borrow my car."
"Oh, come on, Brett!" Alison exclaimed. "Did mom put you up to lecturing me about something?"
"I have no intention of lecturing you, Alison." I replied, as I laid my keys down on the computer desk and sat down in my chair. "I just want to talk. You can spare ten minutes, can't you?"
Alison rolled her eyes and sat down on the bed. "Yeah, okay." She said, crossing her arms in front of her chest and taking a defiant posture.
I reached over to my printer and casually pulled out a printed copy of the note she mistakenly sent me. Holding it out to her, I softly said, "I assume you intended to send this to Brent."
Reaching out to take the sheet of paper from me, Alison's eyes instantly popped open as she started to read the email. A second later, her head snapped up and she looked at me with the look of absolute fear in her eyes.
"I told you I wasn't going to lecture you." I said calmly, holding my hands up. "And, I'm not. But, I want you to hear me out, and then if you want to go do this, I'll give you my car and you're free to go. You don't even have to sneak out."
Alison sat there in silence and looked at me with no expression at all on her face. I could see her eyes were starting to gloss over, and I could tell she was on the verge of crying. Of course, this was the worst possible thing for her – someone from her own f****y now knew about her secret desire to be a sexual submissive. I knew I had to choose my words very carefully.
"You're not a k** anymore, little s****r." I said, looking right at her. "What you do is your business and how you choose to live your life is up to you. Whatever happens tonight, I give you my word I won't say anything to Mom and Dad. So if you're worried about me tattling on you, I promise I won't say anything."
Alison's face was turning red and a tear finally fell from her eyes. I paused for a moment, and then I continued, saying, "You know I don't like this guy. And judging from your email, you had some plan to meet up with him to explore this fantasy you have of being sexually submissive."
Tears started to flow from Alison's eyes now, and she'd bowed her head and was looking down at the floor as I spoke. I reached over to the side of my desk and picked up a box of tissues and handed it to her. After a second, she looked up at me, took the box, sat in on the bed next to her and pulled out a tissue and held it to her eyes.
"Alison, I'm only going to make this offer once – it's a one time deal, so listen carefully and choose wisely." I said.
"I know a few things about submissiveness and submissive women." I continued. "You may not believe that, but it's true. And, if you'll forget about this thing with Brent, I'll offer to help you explore your curiosities in the safety of your own home, with someone that loves you - me. It would stay just between us, Alison. It will be our secret forever. We can take our time and you'll be free to experience all there is about being submissive and you won't have to worry about anyone finding out. You won't have to worry about someone saying something behind your back and we can talk openly and honestly about your desires, your likes, and dislikes with complete confidentiality. I won't belittle you and I'll never hold it over your head in any way."
Alison lifted her head and was looking at me through her red, tear stained eyes. I had her attention, that's for sure and she was listening very intently to what I was saying.
"If you do this," I added, "I'll give you my word to help you live out and explore all of your desires at your own pace. But in return, you have to accept the fact that there will be some changes around here. You'll be submissive to me in all things, Alison. It means I'll be the one to take your virginity and it means you'll be pleasing me sexually every day. It also means I'll be making some changes in your life, and you will have to accept those changes without any arguments."
Her tears had stopped and she sat there on the bed, clutching the tissue as she listened.
"Basically, what I'm saying is this," I said, pausing for a moment so she would listen closely to what I was about to say, "I will teach you to be submissive. You will have the opportunity to try it out with no risk what-so-ever. You can call it off anytime you've had enough and I'll make it easy for you if you want to continue."
"Lastly," I said, "you'll have to agree to accept punishment from me. I promise to be fair but I also promise to be firm. There will be rules I'll expect you to follow. When you are good, you'll be rewarded. When you are bad, you'll be punished. It's as simple as that. You're my little s****r and I don't want to have to punish you often, so hopefully, you'll be on your best behavior."
"Now, it's up to you." I said, reclining back in my chair and pointing to the keys on my desk. "You can either accept my offer, or, take the keys and go over to see your friend. Either way, you're still my little s****r and I'll still love you."
Alison's eyes burst out in tears as I quit talking. She was fully crying now, with tears streaming down her face. She was sniffling and trying to catch her breath. I was suddenly filled with compassion as I watched her sob, and I could only sit there for a few more seconds before I was f***ed to rise from my chair and take the few steps over to bed and sit down next to her. As soon as I did, she buried her head in my chest and cried for several minutes. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and held her while she cried, rubbing her back and patting her head softly as she wept.
"Shhhh," I whispered, "it's okay, Alison. It's okay."
After another minute, she looked up at me as if she wanted to say something, but it seemed like she couldn't find the courage to speak the words. "Look," I said, "there's no reason to be embarrassed or feel ashamed about this. Everyone has physical desires, and it's normal and healthy to want to be sexually satisfied. I just want you to have a second option, that's all. Whichever way you decide, I'll respect your decision."
Alison rested her head on my chest and we sat there for a long time. Very gently, I began to rock her in my arms, just the way I used to when she was a baby and sat on my lap while we watched TV. She continued to cry for a few more minutes, but as her tears began to trail off, I felt her arms wrap around me and it wasn't long before she finally said something.
"So, do you think I'm a slut now?" She asked, almost whispering.
"No." I said, chuckling a little. "Everyone has their secret kinks that turn them on. I actually admire you for having the courage to want to experience your submissive desires. Most people keep their deep, dark desires hidden away because they're ashamed of them."
"Even you?" Alison replied. "You have kinky desires?"
"Uh huh." I answered. "Of course I do."
"Like what?" My s****r asked.
"Hey, this isn't about me right now." I said. "It's about you. And, I made you an offer that you need to accept or decline, remember?"
There was a period of more silence between us, but, her crying had finally stopped. I could feel her heart beating as I held her, and as I sat there holding my little s****r, I smiled to myself with the knowledge I'd said just the right things in just the right way.
"Why would you do this?" Alison asked. "Do you just want someone to have sex with? Or, are you just being nice? Or what?"
"Well," I answered, "that's difficult to answer. But, I think it's a fair question."
I took a second to think, and then I said, "If I answer that truthfully will you promise not to hold any of it against me?"
"I promise." She replied, wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye.
"First," I said, "there's no way your eighteen year old high school friend can do what you are asking him to do. He just doesn't have the life or sexual experience to understand what makes a submissive tick. There's no way he can really give you what you want, and, there's no way he'll keep his mouth shut about this. Believe me, he'll tell someone and that person will tell someone, and before you know it, everyone will know."
"Secondly," I continued, "you need someone that can hold your hand and guide you through this. You know, someone that can teach you and be with you on a daily basis. Someone you can trust and someone you can talk to...... someone that can answer your questions openly and honestly."
Alison looked up at me and nodded her head. "Yeah," she said, "that makes sense."
"And," I said, taking a deep breath, "I would love nothing more than to be the one to do this for you. I'd love to be your first man, Alison." I reached out and took her hand, saying, "I'd be gentle and make it a wonderful experience for you, I promise you that. I could teach you how to fully enjoy sex, and honestly, you're a beautiful and very desirable girl."
I took another deep breath and swallowed hard. "Alison," I added softly, "I'd love to have sex with you. I don't know if that makes you sick to your stomach, but, it's true. Don't hold that against me, I'm just being honest here."
At that moment, I felt my face turning red and I was embarrassed at what I'd said. But, when Alison squeezed my hand, I looked up at her to see she was smiling sweetly at me.
I felt her begin to move and in the matter of a few seconds, she let go of my hand and pulled away from me. Standing up in front of me, I watched in surprise as she fell to her knees and pushed herself between my legs, lying her head on my lap.
"Yes." She said softly. "I would like to be your submissive."
My s****r raised her head and looked up at me, looking straight into my eyes, saying, "I'd like that more than anything in the world, Brett."
I placed my hands on my s****r's shoulders and squeezed them lovingly as I looked down at her. "Then you accept all my conditions without any exceptions what so ever?"
"Yes." She replied. "But, when does this start?"
"It already has." I said, as I reached my hands under her arm pits and helped her to stand. Then, standing up next to her, I reached down for the hem of her t-shirt and began to pull it up. She flinched, almost pulling back from me and when she did, I let go of her shirt and dropped my hands.
"Sorry." She said, smiling. "I just wasn't ready for that."
"It's okay, Alison." I answered. "We'll work through these things. You'll see."
Then, reaching down to the hem of her t-shirt again, I began to pull it up. She didn't move this time and as I pulled her shirt higher, she raised her arms and I pulled the t-shirt over her head. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover her bra from my sight. A red blush began to spread across her chest, and it was at that instant I knew I'd have to go slow.
Slowly, I reached up to her hands and gently pulled them away from her chest, moved them to her sides and pressed them against her hips. Then, knowing this was her first real overt submissive act, I took a small step back and deliberately bent my head to stare at her chest.
I could tell she was uncomfortable with what I was doing, but, it was necessary – I had to do something to break the ice between us and set the stage for what would be coming next. It had been years since I'd seen her bare chest - not since she was a c***d, but, I knew her breasts were probably petite. I didn't think she was completely flat, but, I knew she didn't have very much on top. Personally, I was fine with that, in fact – I preferred it.
"I'm going to leave your bra on for a while." I said. "But, you're as beautiful as I knew you would be."
"I'm small." Alison said, meekly. Then, shrugging her shoulders added, "My boobs, I mean. Really small."
"All the better for me." I replied. "I love small breasts."
I could tell the bra she was wearing was heavily padded because the thickness of the padding was obvious at the top of the cups cradling her little orbs. I was tempted to reach up and pull one of the cups away to see just how small her breasts were, but, I decided to save that for later.
The blush growing across Alison's chest immediately spread to her neck and face and as I watched her stand there, I realized she was breathing very deeply. "You okay?" I asked. "I'm going to pull your shorts down in a minute, are you going to be able to handle that?"
Alison closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, she clinched her lips and opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Yes." She muttered. "I'll be fine. Do whatever you please to me."
I sat down on the bed and put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer to me. "I'm going to have some specific rules about your underwear." I said softly. "What you wear..... what you don't wear..... stuff like that. We can talk about that later, but, I like the idea of me being able to see you in your panties and being able to touch you with your panties on. I guess you could say it's one of my kinky interests. I just wanted you to be aware of that."
"Okay." She replied.
Carefully, I moved my hands to the waistband of her shorts and I felt her tremble. "This is inevitable, Alison. You know that." I said calmly. "I want you to stand still and let me lower your shorts so I can see your panties. Don't try to cover yourself – just keep your hands to your side until I say otherwise."
My little s****r nodded her head and bit her lip. Her face was red, but, the look in her eyes was the look of excitement and hopefulness. Not wanting to delay any longer, I hooked my fingers into the elastic of her shorts and started to slowly pull them down.
I'd only pulled them down a little when I saw the narrow, top band of her panties appear. I looked up at her and saw she was looking down, watching me intently. I pulled a little more, uncovering an inch or two of the front of her panties. The material was thin; practically see through, and I could easily see her creamy white skin underneath the fabric. I knew as I continued to lower her shorts I might get a view of her pussy lips and that made my pulse quicken and my cock twitch.
I had to let go of her waistband to move my fingers to the back of her shorts so I could pull them down over the cheeks of her butt, and when I did, I felt bare skin under her shorts. Apparently, she was wearing thong panties, and she shuddered as my fingers made their first contact with the soft skin of her butt.
Without stopping, I maneuvered the back of her shorts down to the bottom of her butt cheeks and then intentionally leaving my fingers touching her bottom, I lightly pressed the palms of my hands against the globes of her butt and gently squeezed her. This caused Alison to gasp lightly, and when I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and she was breathing heavier.
I tenderly caressed the swell of her butt for a few seconds and then moved my fingers to the front of her shorts and started to lower them again. This time, they came down much easier and before I knew it, the silky triangle of fabric that shielded her pussy from my sight was completely in view. I continued to pull until her shorts were three or four inches down her thighs and then I took a close look at her.
As I suspected, her panties were sheer enough to barely see the crease of her pussy lips through the material, and the first thing I though of when I saw her was how grown up she looked down there – so much different than the last time I saw her naked, several years ago. Her pussy mound looked full and her panties framed the view nicely. My cock throbbed in my pants and when I looked up at her again, her eyes met mine and without another thought in my head, I whispered up to her, "Just beautiful."
A brave smile turned up from the edges of my little s****r's lips when she heard my compliment, but, as I looked down at her panty covered pussy, I'm sure she realized the exposure she was suffering now was nothing compared to the way she would be exposed later.
Alison's breathing was ragged and she was taking small, choppy breaths. I knew she was experiencing a mixture of extreme excitement and extreme fright, so I stood up and put my arms around her, saying, "Put your arms around me and relax for a minute."
She was still trembling a little as her arms settled around my waist, so I reached down and pulled her arms from around me. "Put your arms around my neck." I whispered in her ear, as I pushed her arms up and then slid my hands down her forearms and held her hands together behind my neck. Alison picked up on what I wanted her to do and in just another few seconds, we were standing together – chest to chest as I looked down into her eyes.
"Just relax." I said softly. "Take some deep breaths and try to enjoy the moment."
"Just think," I continued. "you've taken your first few steps toward being a submissive. You're standing here in your bra and panties and everything is perfectly fine. We're not going to rush anything – and there's no reason we can't take a minute to relax and talk. Besides," I added, "I need to ask you a few questions, anyway."
Alison flipped her hair back and looked up at me. She looked so beautiful when she did that, and just the thought that she was standing there in her bra and with her shorts pulled down, I couldn't help but take a deep breath, myself. And, it didn't go unnoticed by my little s****r, I was sure of it.
"So," I said, as I lowered my head into the crook of her neck and started to nuzzle against her soft skin, "tell me how you chose Brent to help you explore being submissive."
"Be honest, Alison." I added. "Honesty is very important between us now, and you'll have to be punished you if I find out you don't tell me the truth about anything we talk about."
"I understand." Alison said in a cracked voice. "I won't lie to you, I promise."
"Good," I said, "now, how did this happen between you and Brent?"
She told me a very unlikely story, but, it was so unlikely, I just knew she was telling me the truth. According to what Alison said, it started out when she caught Brent trying to look down her top. It hadn't been the first time she'd seen him trying to get a peek, so, she finally asked him what he was doing. Stupidly, the k** answered her, telling Alison the truth – that he was trying to look down her top.
Alison said she made some joke that he was wasting his time, telling him her boobs were so small, there wasn't anything to look at. Then, for some unknown reason, he told her he knew exactly how she felt because he was small, too. I guess at first Alison didn't understand, but, what he was telling her was he had a small penis, and once she realized that, they both started telling each other stories of how they had both been embarrassed and humiliated in PE class, and with other boys and girls.
Before long, they'd made a deal to show each other – she was going to let him see her tiny boobs and he was going to show her his small cock. When the time came, she took off her top and bra and he dropped his pants and underwear. Unfortunately for him, he got a woody in front of her.
Alison told me, quite frankly, that she received a tremendous thrill when she took her top and bra off in front of him. To her, this was the most erotic and exciting thing that ever happened to her, and when she saw his little cock get hard, that's when the idea of asking him to help her be submissive took form.
"He was so small," she told me, "and when I saw him get hard looking at me, it just made sense that he might like to see me completely naked and do sexual things to me. Plus," Alison added, "I knew it couldn't hurt me that much....... if he put it in me, I mean."
Alison went on to tell me they made a deal; he was horny for her and she knew it. She knew he'd probably agree to anything to get in between her legs, and so she just flat out proposed a mutually beneficial arrangement – she would give herself to him completely and without any reservations, and in return, he'd treat her as his submissive and make her do the things she'd only dreamed about.
They planned it out to the smallest detail, too. She gave him a list of things she wanted him to make her do, and he gave her a list of things he wanted to do to her. They created a script – where she would come to his house playing the role of a submissive slut looking for cock. He'd play the dominant partner and he'd make her do things – the nasty things that were on her list. She'd play the willing, submissive slut and by the time their evening was over, she'd finally get a real taste of being submissive, he'd get a chance to fuck her, and for her – it wouldn't be too painful or uncomfortable because his cock was so small. In her mind, it was the perfect opportunity.
They even rehearsed what they were going to do without actually doing anything – no touching and no undressing. They made changes to their script until they were both satisfied and then, they set a date, which was supposed to be tonight because Alison knew our parents were going to be gone for several hours.
I held Alison next to me and kissed her gently up and down her neck while she told me the whole story. I never interrupted her while she spoke, not even once – I just held her gently, rubbed her back and applied little kisses to her soft skin as she talked. A few times, I knew I was getting to her because I felt goose bumps on her skin, especially when I blew warm air around her ear and down her back. By the time she was done telling me all this, her trembling had stopped and her breathing was back to normal.
After she stopped talking, I reached down under her chin and tilted her head to mine and I kissed her on the lips very softly. Then, I kissed her again, this time harder and I opened my mouth as we kissed. Alison, moaned as she opened her mouth, too – yielding to my probing tongue. This was, perhaps, the most profound instant of our experience so far, and as we kissed, I was kissing someone I loved in a romantic way, not simply kissing my s****r.
Our kiss went on for a long time, and her hands descended from around my neck and found their way to the sides of my face and she held me to her as our kissing got more and more urgent. I was literally out of breath and my heart was pounding as we kissed each other with total abandon, and when the kiss was over, I was aching for more – to kiss her more and, to love her like a man would love a woman.
We stood there for a minute just looking at one another, and in that minute, I think we both realized there was something else going on between us – something real and something neither one of us had ever felt before. My cock was hard, and I mean it was as hard as a steel pipe in my pants. But, I knew we had to get on with it. The time was clicking away and there were things that needed to be done.
I sat back down on the bed and looked up at her. "Give me your hands." I said, and when she did, I placed them on my shoulders and told her to keep them there. Then, slowly, as not to frighten her, I reached out and pushed her shorts all the way down her legs and told her to step out of them. Lifting first one foot and then the other, she did exactly as I asked, and once I pulled her shorts away from her feet and tossed them across the floor, I asked her to spread her feet apart.
"A little more." I said, urging her knees apart with my hands. Finally, when her feet were far enough apart, I ran my hands up the inside of her legs, stopping just short of her panty covered pussy, and then I looked up at her and spoke.
"I want to look at you in your panties now." I said softly. "I'll probably touch you, too. This will be something you'll do for me each day from now on. You're not to pull back or stop me in any way, Alison. You just stand there and let me do whatever I want to do. It will please me very much if you're a good girl when we do this. Do you understand?"
Alison knew exactly what was coming next. She started breathing through her mouth again, and her chest was rising and falling as she panted lightly. "Yes." She answered. I could barely hear her answer and I almost made her answer me again, but then I thought better of it. I'm sure she was experiencing a plethora of emotions and feelings, especially if I was the first person to ever touch her there, and right now, I didn't want her to do anything except concentrate on how I was making her feel.
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