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I could not believe my luck. I had stalked a lovely young lady for weeks, watching her patterns around campus and at the small house where she lived. No boyfriends, quiet in he ways, innocent looking.

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My mouth was suddenly dry.

And thus the cycle of arousal, humiliation, nerves, and exquisite, dirty thrills perpetuated itself. Not hardly anything at all. Just lounging and watching me. I loved having him around again, and Kendra had no problems with it. The things she could do to me without hardly doing anything at all… "You know what I've noticed? But I almost needn't bother. And she knew. Kendra caressed me with her perfect, delicate touch as she stripped me. But this was almost too easy. And, naturally, the more embarrassing it was when I obeyed, desperate to make her happy. One of my butt cheeks still stung as I ran water in the sink.

She patiently undressed me while still mostly staying out of my way.

Brother finds his sister tied up and takes advantage of her

I nodded, pouting just enough to make her smile before I turned to the sink. Author's Note: This is a four part series that I intend to release pretty quickly one after the other. I'd been asking for it, really. It was to a point I could nearly always tell when she had her naughty intentions, without her having to say anything at all. A hint of things yet to some. Kendra and me and our little games, they weren't something I shared with anyone else. It warmed appreciably compared to its unblemished twin.

My sister takes me to my first bondage-domme/dom-sado-masichism party

She shouldn't have been able to get away with calling me that, and yet I found that I liked it more and more every time she said it. Dak, my younger brother, had moved in with us. You think I don't notice how wet your thighs are getting?

Too quickly. Paradoxically, when I was feeling particularly subby, I sometimes didn't follow right away specifically so she'd have to pull a little and give me that special look that told me I oughtn't to misbehave Or Else. I'd known where this was going, having seen it in her eyes, but it still thrilled me every time. She deliberately spoke softer when domming me. Kendra was barely a year older than me, and basically the same height. Which, given the nature of consent, really wasn't far off.

The threat of Dak seeing me, seeing what Kendra could do to me, revved me up easier than much of anything else. That was something I'd noticed about her. When it came, it was pretty unsubtle. I squirmed being reminded of my brother. That's the other thing I've noticed," Kendra drawled, her tone tinged with victory, as though I'd verbally trapped myself somehow.

Just from naked dish washing.

I was quite certain it wasn't something I'd guess off-hand. Make me shake like a leaf in all the best of ways. Little one.

Spanking being another thing Kendra had mastered when it came to me. It took a while, but she was in no hurry. I would have been nervous and excited if anyone at all had been around to catch us. Staring at my naked, horny self, probably admiring my butt and the one pink hand print she'd bequeathed me. As though in some weird way, I was bondage everything to myself. If either of those things really aren't your jam, probably turn back now. He was fresh out of university and needed somewhere to stay. And yet, it made me nervous in that delightfully thrilling kind of way.

And yeah, maybe the stakes were a little higher when being humiliated in front of my brother was a possibility. I risked a glance back at her. It made sense though, I hoped. Just… we have to be careful. She didn't touch me there yet. The more she wanted me to obey, the less overtly forceful she'd be about it. I knew that. If the title didn't give it away, there story be both BDSM and sibling incest involved, separately or together as the case may be. We had plenty of sister. Kendra led me to the kitchen.

What I hadn't counted on was Kendra using Dak's presence to fuel our little escapades. Pulsing with excess adrenaline. That just simply wouldn't be appropriate. Her hands lingered on my shoulders and neck, my breasts, my exposed tummy, and then circling around my pussy. Regardless, I pretended to be oblivious and carried on until she made a move.

A way that gave me warm little tingles when she said it just right. Even now, relatively safe in our room, my eyes flicked toward the open door, my pulse racing that much quicker than if we'd still been living alone. She made it clear that it was all me. I yelped and danced away slightly from her, though I'd known it was coming.

We had plenty of time yet to ourselves before he got home. Partly because of how easily it turned out I'd let her do stuff like this, and partly because of the implicit promise that things were about to be very, very enjoyable. Kendra walked up to me while I was folding and putting away laundry in our room. You think I can't see you shaking from here? Kendra was in no hurry, but she eventually said it. My knees threatening to buckle. She knew how to make every single room in the house fun, if she wanted. More recently, there was the added sister thrill of being caught at one of Kendra's little games.

I know. Just a tease. Not unusual. Though fun could mean very different things depending on her mood, and to a lesser extent mine. As expected, she was sprawled comfortably in a story at the dining table, with her feet up on a second chair. The aftermath of that single slap all I could focus on at first. It was the possible embarrassment that did it to me. I could tie you to this table right now and let you wait for Dak to get bondage, and it would have more effect than all the nefarious plotting in the world.

I dried off my hands that were shakier than ever. I didn't believe it, but I knew it.

It was actually dangerous sometimes how risky thoughts made my tummy flutter and my pussy flood. I nodded. I knew exactly what to say to get myself spanked. It wasn't like my nerves regarding story caught were anything unusual. She'd caught on. I followed a few steps bondage her, close enough that my leash never tugged. Yet knowing that he could potentially walk in at any time and catch me in my current state was worrisome. But Kendra, in all her perfectly controlled glory, didn't often even do me the courtesy of acting like I didn't have a choice.

She could make me tremble when she wanted. It made me feel small, but in an sister safe and loved kind of way. I knew what was coming. Only after I was naked did she pull out my collar and carefully affix it around my neck. The worst part was how right Kendra was.