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Subject: {ASSM} {RP} Bestial Brother (revised) Ch.1 by Rachael Ross ( f/m, incest [sis/bro] femdom, Ds, Humil, Reluc, CBT, Spank)
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Copyright 2007 Evil Little Sister Enterprises all rights reserved.
Intended for adults only.
For more information: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/high_school_sweetheart/www/index.htm
rache696@yahoo.com
Story Codes: f/m, incest [sis/bro] femdom, Ds, Humil, Reluc, CBT,
Spank

Synopsis: Thirteen year old Lilith decides she'd rather have a dog
than a big brother. When her parents leave the two teens alone for a
few days, the girl is determined to make her wish come true.

Note: The author assumes no responsibility for misuse of this document
and condones all activities portrayed in this fictional account
without reservation. Local restrictions may apply; check for
availability in your area; and consult federal and state law before
attempting to enslave your older brother.

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Bestial Brother
by Evil Little Sister

Chapter 01


I knew my brother liked me. He liked me the way a brother isn't
supposed to like his little sister. He thought he was sneaky, the way
he'd play tickle games in front of my parents, digging his fingers
into my ribs or under my arms. I'd giggle and laugh and beg him to
stop. My parents would shake their heads and smile and tell my brother
not to tickle me too much because I'd get the hiccups when he did.

He'd buy me things too, little things without any good reason for
doing it, and that was strange. I never heard of anyone else's brother
doing that. He'd buy me the sort of stuff I wanted but my parents
wouldn't get for me. Like makeup, for example, lipstick and eye shadow
and stuff like that. I really wanted it but my mom said I was too
little, so my brother would buy it and leave it under my pillow. That
was really weird and I never said anything about it. I just wondered
what he said when he was buying that stuff, you know? He was a boy.

He liked to know what I was doing, not like he was going to hang out
with me or anything, but he'd ask, you know. He was interested and
wanted to know what I was doing, where I was going, things like that.
My parents thought it was great because he was so responsible and
protective. That was what my parents saw. I knew what it really was
though. He was stalking me, or at least it felt like that kind of.

He left me notes too. Not signed or anything, and not very often, but
once in awhile I'd find one hidden someplace where he knew I'd find
it. Mostly they were love letters, the sort a teenage boy will write
to a girl when he thinks he's in love and he has to tell her. It
doesn't matter how embarrassing it is. He doesn't care what I'll think
about it. He just knows he has to do it, like if he doesn't all those
thoughts and emotions will build up inside until his heart explodes.

They were cute, some of them, really sweet and I was just twelve and
then thirteen, and so I didn't know what to think, really. Mostly I
felt kind of sorry for him and I never said anything about those
either. He knew I found them though, I was sure of that, I just never
told him what I thought about it. Some of them, most of them, said
that he would do anything for me. My parents never saw that stuff.

They didn't see him picking my dirty little panties out of the hamper
downstairs either. He'd find them like a pirate digging for buried
treasure. His eyes squinting and his mouth tight, holding his breath
until he found what he was looking for. And then the air would rush
from his lungs and he'd close his eyes and hold my panties to his
face, breathing through them, tasting my 13 year old sex on the air.
My butt and pee and sweat. He'd lick at them, slowly at first while he
stroked his dick, and then he'd take them into my mouth. He'd groan
and swallow his spit and stuff my panties into his cheeks until he
looked like a big pale chipmunk, jerking off while he chewed my
panties like bubblegum.

When my brother was going to cum, that was the best because he'd
almost gag trying to get my panties out of his mouth. He'd pull and
spit them out, and cough and wheeze as he tried to catch his ragged
breath. His hand would be flying along the swollen shaft of his penis,
his foreskin pulled tight over the shiny head now, and he'd have that
wad of wet cotton in his hand until he was cumming. Then he'd be
smothering the head of his cock with my little girl undies, trying to
smooth them out and failing. He'd be shooting too hard and too fast,
all over my panties and his hands and the floor. He'd use my underwear
to wipe it all up, his slimy mess spattered everywhere. He'd clean it
up with my panties until they were sticky with his cream and then he'd
wad them up and bury them deep down in the hamper so no one would ever
know.

But I knew.

That wasn't what he really liked though. I mean he did, yeah, but that
was more like desperate; when my brother had more time, that was best
for him. He'd keep my panties then, and he had like four pairs that
were really his because he wasn't ever gonna give them back, he'd keep
the ones he liked best. The ones that meant something, although I
didn't know what. I knew he would lay on his bed and play with my
panties, stroking them like kittens, kissing them sometimes, and even
talking to them.

My brother was pretending they were me, I thought, like he had my
panties with him in his bed and so he had some of me there too. I'd
heard him, late at night. My closet was right next to his bed and the
wall was thin, really thin there cause it was just a closet, I guess.
I could sit in there and hear him if I held my breath and closed my
eyes and listened extra hard. 

He'd tell me how much he loved me and how beautiful I was. The most
beautiful girl in the whole world, he'd say. He'd wish I wasn't his
sister sometimes, or he'd make up little conversations in his head.
I'd just hear his half of it, whispered and muffled and accented with
the sound of his bed moving with a cautious rhythm while he jerked
off. He was living a whole other life, seeing me do the things I did
all day long in those panties, walking and sitting and being me, but
he was trying hard to put himself in there with me. When I was walking
I was holding his hand. When I was sitting it was next to him. When I
smiled it was because I loved him back, the way he wanted me to. 

It was more than love. Or less than that maybe, I can't decide
sometimes. It made him crazy though, loving me like that, and I'd
already decided I wasn't ever going to love anyone. Not the way my
brother did, but it was okay to be loved. It was nice and I liked it
and even though I never said anything, or acted any different around
him, even when we were alone and I could have, I was happy inside. I
felt like I had a slave, sort of, a person who belonged to me. He
tried to hide it, especially around my parents, and around me too, but
he couldn't hide his eyes when he looked at me. He couldn't hide the
quiver in his voice or the hesitant touch of his fingers. 

It was obvious to me and I wondered if what he'd said was true. If he
really would do anything I wanted.

Most people are scared. Like they're born that way. Afraid to say what
they think. Afraid to say what they feel. Most people are afraid of
their own shadows, but not me. That's what you have to understand or
none of this will make sense. I've never been scared of anything and
I'm not boasting. I wish it wasn't true. It must be nice to be afraid
sometimes. Probably it makes you feel alive, like if you get really
scared and think there's a monster under your bed. Your heart is
hammering and your ears are full of noises only you can hear. You get
goosebumps and your mouth gets all dry so you can't even swallow.
You're more scared than anything else. It isn't just what you feel,
it's what you are. Changed in that momentary panic that goes on and on
forever.

Then, when the lights turn on and your mommy and daddy are there, and
you realize there wasn't ever any monsters at all. It was just a bad
dream, nothing more. They hug you and kiss you and all that fear
washes away. That's when you feel so good it hurts. You get big inside
and you're not going to get eaten up. You're going to live forever
cause your safe and alive. That has to be the best feeling in the
whole world I bet. Better than waking up Christmas morning. Better
than ten birthdays all at once. 

I never felt it though, cause I've never been scared.

"You like me, huh?" I was looking at my big brother and my parents had
been gone for two hours and they wouldn't be back for three days.

"What?" My brother was making some cereal for himself, pouring
Wheaties into a bowl.

"It's okay, nobody's here now." I was eating Rice Crispies.

"Yeah, I like you." He shrugged. "When you're not a brat."

"You like it when I'm a brat." I had more milk in my bowl, so I poured
more cereal in it.

"No I don't." He shook his head and started spooning sugar on his
cereal.

"Yeah you do." I nodded. "You love me most when I'm being mean, don't
ya?"

"You're so weird." He just grinned.

"I bet if I was a brat, like a real one right now, you'd love me." I
decided.

"I bet I wouldn't." He started eating, the milk running out of his
mouth while he talked. "Go ahead, try me."

"I don't wanna." I sighed.

"Cause you don't even know what you're talking about."

"Yeah I do." I ate my cereal slowly.

"I don't even know what you're talking about."

"You'll see." I promised him.

"Yeah, right." He shrugged. "You just better be cool cause mom and dad
left me in charge."

"You're the brat anyway." I finished my cereal and started getting up.

I put my bowl in the sink and then I walked back to the table and
picked up my brother's bowl, it was still mostly full and picked it
up, right out from under his spoon. He stared at me all confused for a
second and his mouth was full of soggy half-chewed Wheaties when I set
his bowl on the floor.

"Hey!" He started chewing again, but just so he could swallow and
really talk. "What are you doing?"

"You're going to be my dog." I said. "Get down here and eat."

"What?" He laughed at me.

"I said get down on the floor, doggy." I just stared at him.

"You're crazy." He didn't know what to do.

"Get on the floor and start eating or I'm gonna tell mom what you do
with my panties." I told him and he had to think about that for a
second.

"What do you mean?" He swallowed hard and he didn't know that I knew.

"I mean how you sniff them and lick them." I was nodding.

"That's...I didn't, I was just..."

"I saw your dick all hard too." I giggled cause he was turning red.

"You won't tell." He shook his head.

"I will tell and you know I will." I told him. "But even if you didn't
do that stuff, you'd still get on the floor and eat."

"Why?" He was almost choking.

"Cause you love me." I shrugged.

"I don't love you that much." He was trying to be brave now. "If you
tell on me I'll just say you're making it up."

"Fine." I shrugged. "So you don't love me; you don't care if I tell
mom and dad. You got nothing to worry about then, huh?"

"What's wrong with you?" He asked and there had to be something.

"Everything." I said. "I was thinking maybe we'd do stuff, boy and
girl stuff, but I don't wanna do it with you anymore."

"What?" He rubbed his left eye with his finger. "Boy and girl stuff?
This is so weird. You're weird. Did you take some drugs or something?"

"Nope." I shook my head and left the kitchen without saying anything
else. He just watched me.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hey." My brother came to my room, like I figured he would. He had too
much on his mind.

"Go away." I was on my bed, on my tummy writing in my diary. I'd
gotten it for my thirteenth birthday and I liked writing in it.

"You...You're not really gonna say anything, are you?" He asked me and I
looked over my shoulder at him. 

"Yeah, course I am." I shrugged and I sorta waved my legs around in
the air. I was just wearing panties, little white ones, and not even a
t-shirt or nothing.

"Lilith, don't do that, okay?" He stood there looking sad and
apologetic and it made me warm all over inside.

That was still kind of new for me, feeling excited like that. It had
started, oh, about the time I turned thirteen, or a little before that
maybe. About the time I got my first period. I'd get hot inside and
then cold outside, like I'd be burning up and have goosebumps all at
once. I liked it a lot and if I touched myself it was better. Like my
nipples, they got so cold they hurt, but underneath where my heart
was, it was like a fire in there, and so I'd rub them a little,
feeling my puffy nipples get hard and dark like cherries. I didn't
have any boobs yet, just cherry nipples.

My pussy too, even though I didn't have even one little hair down
there, it would feel good sometimes. Usually when I wasn't even
thinking about it, like if I was just reading a book and hugging a
pillow between my legs, I'd feel it itching sort of. The bottom of my
tummy would get tight like a little cramp, but it was better than a
cramp. It didn't hurt, it was like a kiss maybe, a kiss inside and I'd
feel the warmth then. I'd notice it, as if I'd been warm the whole
time, but suddenly I'd realized it and that was nice. I'd squeeze my
pillow hard and that made it feel better. 

Listening to my brother beg, that was making me warm.

"I want you to be my dog." I told him.

"What?" he blinked at me. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I want you to be my dog until mom and dad come home." I said.
"I've been writing a story about a girl who has a dog. In here..." I
held up my diary, "...So I want a dog too."

"I'm your brother." He sort of laughed. "That's crazy."

"It won't hurt or anything, you just have to pretend you're a dog." I
looked at him. "How hard is that?"

"Forget it." My brother wasn't gonna do it. "You need like a doctor or
something."

"Yeah." I giggled. "Or something. Maybe they got a pill for me, huh?"

"Right." My brother left, but his eyes lingered cause he hadn't closed
the door and I knew he was looking at me while I kept writing, hiding
in the hallway.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Lil, hey I got dinner for us." My brother was yelling and I'd fallen
asleep. I had spit under my cheek and I wiped it off and I felt kind
of sick the way I do when I take a nap like that.

I sat up and didn't move very much. I just sat there and I wasn't warm
at all anymore. I didn't feel anything. I blinked a few times and
rubbed my eyes and stretched. I was thirteen years old and it seemed
like I should have been doing something else, but I wasn't. It was
just a feeling I get after I wake up and probably I'd been dreaming. I
couldn't remember it though. I never did.

I didn't get dressed, I just walked downstairs in my panties and
probably I was a mess. Like not even tall or anything and skinny with
no boobs and bony hips, and my black hair was long and loose and
everywhere. I was thirteen and mad at everybody cause I woke up in a
bad mood and I wanted to hurt something. Or hurt myself. Or something.
I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't want anything.

"What's the matter with you?" My brother stared at me and he was
scooping macaroni and cheese on some plates.

"I was sleeping." I said. "I don't want to eat that."

"It's what we got." My brother just shrugged.

"It's gross." I sat in a kitchen chair.

"Mom makes it all the time." He said. "It tastes the same."

"Why do you like to smell my panties?" I asked him and when he ignored
me, I asked him again.

"I don't know." He finally answered and he was sitting down by then,
both of us with plates of macaroni and cheese in front of us.

"You wanna smell my butt?" I stared at him.

"No!" He snorted.

"I bet you do." I nodded. "You wanna play with your dick and smell my
butt, huh?"

"I do not, don't be sick." He shook his head.

"If you eat off the floor like I dog, I'll let you do it." I promised
him. "I'll let you sniff me all you want."

"What? So you can tell mom I did that too?" He didn't even look up.
"You really are pretty whacked."

"I am not." I said, but inside I wondered.

"Yeah you are. Everybody says so too." My brother was mad and this was
how he was gonna get even with me. "You don't have any friends..."

"I do too." I had one friend, Ellen. She was my best friend.

"...All you do is stay in your room and write stuff. You don't even go
outside except for school."

"Everything I need is in my room." I looked down.

"Whatever." My brother shook his head. "That's why nobody gets you."

"So what." I felt like crying, but I'd felt like that since I woke up.

"So, you're pretty, you know that?" My brother was mellowing out cause
he saw how I looked. "You're really pretty. And your smart too,
smarter than anybody else. But you act so...Crazy all the time."

"Maybe I am crazy." I shrugged. "What do you care?"

"What do you mean, what do I care?" He reached over and grabbed my
arm, wanting me to look at him. "I'm your brother."

"Yeah." I tilted my head and my eyes were hot.

"Go take a bath or something, okay? Get dressed. I'll order a pizza."
He was saying. "We'll get a big one with pepperoni and those black
olives you like, okay?"

"I don't want a pizza." I wiped my eyes and I wasn't gonna cry.

"Well, what do you want? We can drive to McDonald's or something." He
suggested. "Or Taco Bell..."

"I want you to be my dog." I looked at him.

"Woof." My brother gave a weak bark, like a joke. "Now come on, get
dressed and we'll go."

"A real dog." I stared at him with my blue eyes. Elizabeth Taylor eyes
my dad calls them, and my brother couldn't ever look back for long.
Nobody could cause they hurt.

"Why?" He finally asked. "What is the deal with me being a dog?"

"Cause I want to own you." I said truthfully. "I want you to roll over
and eat off the floor and pee outside and sleep by my feet."

"Yeah." He laughed and shook his head, but I wasn't done.

"I want you to bark when you talk and growl sometimes." I told him. "I
want you to hump my leg when you get horny and put your nose on my
butt and between my legs."

"Uh..." He kinda lowered his head like he was looking at me over his
invisible glasses and he was blushing.

"I want you to lick my hand and beg for food and do all that stuff." I
was speaking fast and the warmth was coming back. "I wanna rub your
head and your belly and wrestle with you while you lick my face."

"You want a real dog." My brother was really laughing then and it was
making me laugh too.

"Yeah." I agreed. "I want a real dog. I want you to be my real dog."

"You think it's gonna be fun?" My brother asked and I couldn't tell if
he was teasing me or really curious.

"I don't know." I shrugged and my nipples were hard and I pressed my
elbows to my sides, hands up as I shivered for a second.

"What if I don't like it?" He asked, licking his lips and he was
serious then because he saw my cherries.

"I guess, we won't do it." I looked at him. "I can't make you do it."

"And you won't tell mom or dad anything?" He asked.

"I won't tell them." I answered.

"Promise?" My brother was almost holding his breath. "You won't say
anything about anything. You won't even tell them I was pretending to
be a dog."

"I promise." I nodded. "I swear to God."

"Okay." My brother cleared his throat and looked around like maybe we
weren't alone. "Um, yeah, okay...I guess."

"Do you want to?" I asked him.

"I...yeah, maybe." He didn't look too sure.

"You have to want to." I said. "Otherwise it probably won't be fun."

"This is so crazy, Lili." My brother laughed nervously.

"You're scared to want to, huh?" I nodded. I could feel it, that thing
I'd never felt, inside him. "Scared to tell me?"

"I..." He seemed a little surprised at that.

"Take off your clothes and get on the floor." I was still nodding
slowly. "Lick my feet and then you won't have to say anything at all.
I'll just know, okay?"

My brother sat there for a minute, but it seemed like an hour, and
then he got up. He was blushing and nervous, but he was taking off his
clothes while I watched him. His t-shirt was pulled over his head,
then his socks and pants. Lastly he took off his boxers and his penis
wasn't hard at all. It was long and soft and hanging between his legs
and he covered himself shyly, but I was mostly looking at his face
anyway.

He got down on the floor slowly and then he giggled, but it was a
lonely sound and I think he was waiting for me to laugh at him and
just say I was joking. He thought maybe I was making fun of him and
being mean. He was naked and vulnerable. Nothing was protecting him,
nothing but what I felt for him. What I wanted from him, that's what
he had to depend on. He had to put his faith in me and it made my
nipples pop like little balloons and my pussy was all of a sudden
creamy hot and runny like I'd peed myself. I swallowed hard and felt
so good I wanted to cry, but I didn't.

He was on the floor and I didn't move. I couldn't breathe and my heart
was going fast and stopping...fast and stopping...Making me crazy as I
shivered and stared. He kissed my left foot, softly and then more and
then he licked it, tickling me a little so I smiled, but I was careful
not to laugh. He was so sensitive, so ready to run and cry and be
hurt. 

I just smiled and nodded, and when he kissed my right foot I reached
down slowly, touching his head with my fingers. He jerked at my touch,
like I'd slapped him almost. He moaned so softly it was like a shadow
between us and then it was gone and I shushed him gently, stroking his
soft brown hair and scratching him lightly, soothing my frightened
brother until he licked my foot again.

"Good boy." I whispered. "You're such a good doggy. Such a good little
dog."


end of 01
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