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Part 3…

A week dragged by in a haze of frustration and shame, my balls still aching from Tina’s nails, that weak dribble of cum haunting my every jerk-off attempt. None of them satisfying, just edging me closer to madness without release. 

Mom finally cornered me one afternoon, her voice firm as she handed me the keys to her old car. “Luke is out of town for that conference, and her yard’s a mess. Go help her out, okay? Tina said she’d appreciate the muscle.” 

The irony twisted in my gut; the only muscle she cared about was the tiny one she’d mocked so viciously. But I couldn’t say no to Mom, not after the family dinner where Tina’s smirks had burned holes in me across the table, her foot occasionally nudging my leg under the cloth like a secret taunt.

I pulled up to Tina’s suburban house, the afternoon sun beating down on the neatly trimmed front lawn that hid the wild backyard she needed ‘help’ with. Her daughter was at a friend’s, she’d texted me earlier, ‘Come alone, little bro. We’ve got work to do.’ 

My heart pounded as I knocked, the door swinging open to reveal her in cutoff shorts and a tight tank top that hugged her curves, no bra underneath, her nipples poking through the fabric like she knew exactly how it’d distract me. 

“Right on time,” Tina purred, her eyes raking over me with that predatory gleam. “Get in here.”

The door clicked shut behind me, and before I could even set my bag down, she spun me around, her hands on my shoulders. 

“Strip. Now. Everything off, you pathetic little edger.” Her voice was low, commanding, laced with the same cruel amusement that had left me ruined last time. 

Heat flooded my face, the incestuous thrill mixing with dread. My own sister ordered me naked in her house, her marital bed just down the hall. I hesitated, fingers fumbling at my shirt, but her sharp gaze pinned me. 

“Don’t make me say it twice, or I’ll call Mom and tell her what a lazy, tiny-dicked helper you are.” 

Trembling, I peeled off my clothes, shirt dropping to the floor, then jeans and boxers, my soft dick exposed, still mostly bald from her last shave, the skin sensitive and exposed. But the hair had begun to grow back, and you could tell. My dick sat there, small and limp, no bigger than a knuckle, pubic mound showing some small dark hairs and vulnerable under her stare.

Tina circled me slowly, her breath warm on my neck as she leaned in, the scent of her perfume—sweet and musky—stirring that twisted pull in my chest. “Look at you, already shrinking just from being naked for me. Pathetic.” 

She grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes to hers, the emotional intimacy of her dominance hitting hard. She was my sister, the one who’d bandaged my scrapes as a kid, now twisting that bond into this humiliating control. 

“On the kitchen table. Spread your legs.” 

I obeyed, hopping up, the cool surface shocking my bare ass as I parted my thighs, my tiny dick twitching feebly in the air, balls dangling sore from the week’s blue-balled ache.

She fetched a razor and cream from the drawer, smirking as she lathered my groin, her fingers rough and deliberate, smearing the foam over my smooth skin and around the base of my dick. 

“Can’t have any stubble hiding that little nub, can we? Gotta keep you looking like the prepubescent loser you are.” 

The blade scraped close, cold and precise, shaving away the regrowth, exposing every inch until my dick lay bald and obscene, the thin shaft pale and jiggling slightly with each pass. Her nails grazed my balls as she tilted them, the sharp reminder of last week’s pain making me wince, a fresh wave of humiliation crashing through me. 

Why did her touch, even cruel, make my heart race like this? 

The wrongness of it—incestuous, forbidden—only deepened the emotional knot, leaving me hard in my mind but soft in reality, desperate for her approval even as she degraded me.

“All done. Now, get your naked ass outside and mow the backyard. The push mower is in the shed.” 

She slapped my thigh hard, the sting echoing up to my groin, and shoved me toward the back door. The sun hit my bare skin like fire as I stepped out, the grass prickly under my feet, the mower heavy in my grip. Her yard was overgrown, weeds choking the edges, and as I yanked the cord to start it, the roar drowned out my pounding heart, but not her laughter. Tina dragged a lawn chair into the shade of the patio, settling in with a cold drink, her legs crossed, eyes locked on my exposed body.

I pushed the mower in wide arcs, sweat beading on my skin almost immediately, the heat making my bald dick and balls swing freely with every step. It jiggled pathetically—soft, tiny, the smooth skin accentuating how small it was, flopping against my thighs like a limp worm. Humiliation burned in my cheeks, the emotional weight of her gaze pressing down; she was watching her little brother degrade himself, naked and vulnerable, and the incestuous thrill twisted with shame, making my stomach churn. 

“Oh my God, look at that sad little thing bouncing around!” Tina yelled over the mower’s hum, her voice carrying loud enough for any neighbor to hear if they peeked over the fence. “Your tiny bald dick’s jiggling like a baby’s! Bet it never gets hard out here in the open—too embarrassed to even try!”

I kept my head down, cheeks flaming, the verbal barbs slicing deep as I turned the mower, my soft dick slapping wetly against my leg from the sweat. She sipped her drink, legs uncrossing to flash me a glimpse of her inner thigh, the tease intentional, stirring that forbidden desire. 

“Faster, loser! Push harder… Make that pathetic nub jiggle more! If any girl ever sees this, she’ll laugh you out of the room. Tiny-dicked edger, mowing naked for his big sis… What a joke!” 

Her mockery echoed, each word amplifying the ache in my balls, the frustration from last week coiling tighter without relief. I obeyed silently, humiliated to my core, the sun baking my exposed skin, her cruel, watchful gaze holding me captive in this outdoor torment, wondering how much further she’d push before dragging me inside for more.

The lawn seemed endless, every pass beneath her stare heightening the mix of shame and that sickening pull. Wanting her to stop, but craving the twisted intimacy of her control. My tiny dick stayed soft, jiggling relentlessly, a constant reminder of my inadequacy as her laughter rang out again, sharp and unrelenting.

I gripped the mower handle tighter, the metal biting into my palms as I trudged forward, the overgrown grass bending under the blades with a ragged whir. Sweat poured down my back, trickling between my bare ass cheeks, my bald dick and balls swinging like a pathetic pendulum with each step. Tina’s laughter still echoed in my ears, her words about my jiggling nub burrowing deeper into the pit of my stomach, stirring that twisted knot of shame and longing. She was my sister. How could her cruelty make my heart pound like this, the incestuous pull making me ache for more even as it humiliated me to my core?

From the corner of my eye, I saw her shift in the lawn chair, her legs uncrossing slowly, deliberately. The sun glinted off her skin as she leaned back, hiking up those cutoff shorts until they rode high on her hips. Then, with a smirk that cut right through me, she spread her legs wide, exposing her dripping pussy right there on the patio. 

Her pussy lips glistened in the harsh light, pink and slick, the musky scent carrying faintly on the hot breeze even over the mower’s roar. 

No panties, of course. 

She’d planned this. 

Teasing me with the forbidden sight of her bare cunt, pussy lips parted slightly as if inviting me closer while I slaved naked in her yard.

My breath hitched, the emotional rush slamming into me like a wave. God, it was wrong staring at my own sister’s exposed pussy, the one place I shouldn’t even think about, but the sight of her wetness, the way her clit peeked out swollen and needy, sent a forbidden spark straight to my groin. 

My tiny dick twitched, stirring from its softness, hardening into a weak, pathetic boner. It wasn’t much, just a thin, rigid stub poking out from my smooth mound, maybe three inches at best, veins straining against the skin as it bobbed painfully with the mower’s vibration. The humiliation burned hotter, knowing she saw every twitch. Still, the desire coiled tight in my balls, making them draw up despite the week’s unresolved ache.

Tina’s laughter exploded, loud and mocking, carrying over the yard like a whip crack. “Holy shit, look at that! Your little worm finally woke up—a tiny boner from seeing your sister’s pussy? Pathetic!” 

She threw her head back, thighs splayed even wider, one hand trailing lazily down to part her lips further, showing off the slick inner pussy lips dripping with arousal. 

“That’s all you’ve got? That thin, bald prick couldn’t even tickle a woman’s clit, let alone fuck her. You’ll never please anyone with that sad excuse for a dick, little bro. Girls will laugh you right out of bed—or hell, they’d probably make you mow their lawns naked too, just to watch it bounce around uselessly.”

Her words sliced deep, the verbal humiliation twisting the knife in my chest, but they only made my dick throb harder, the incestuous thrill of her meanness flooding me with conflicting heat. I wanted to hide, to curl up and disappear, yet part of me craved her sharp tongue, the way it wrapped around our forbidden bond like a dirty secret. Tears pricked my eyes from the shame, but I kept pushing the mower, my weak erection jiggling obscenely now, slapping against my thigh with wet smacks from the sweat. ‘

“Keep mowing, edger boy,” Tina ordered, her voice dripping with cruel command, fingers circling her clit lazily right in front of me, flaunting her wet pussy like a taunt. “Don’t you dare stop. Watch my pussy while you work. See what a real woman’s like? Your dick will never get you this.” 

She dipped a finger inside herself, pulling it out shiny with juices, and licked it clean with a moan that sent shivers down my spine.

I felt humiliation crashing against the raw desire her exposure ignited. My sister’s dripping pussy lips burned into my brain as the ultimate forbidden fruit. My dick twitched harder under her cold, watchful gaze, the painful half-hardness straining, leaking a bead of pre-cum that trailed down the thin shaft. 

Every step jolted it, the sensitivity of the shaved skin amplifying the ache, balls heavy and sore from denial. She was so mean, reveling in my torment, her eyes locked on my pathetic boner as if dissecting it, but that cruelty only deepened the emotional pull, making me feel owned, exposed in ways that went beyond the nakedness. 

I glanced up involuntarily, catching her smirk, her pussy still spread wide, teasing me relentlessly. At the same time, the yard stretched on, unfinished and endless.

“Faster, you tiny-dicked loser!” Tina barked, legs shifting to give me an even better view, her arousal scent stronger now, mixing with the cut grass. “Imagine trying to shove that little thing in me—ha! It’d get lost in my pussy lips. No wonder you’re always edging. That’s all a shrimp dick like you is good for. Frustrated and desperate.” 

Her mockery hammered home, each filthy word intensifying the shame flooding my cheeks, but my dick betrayed me, twitching violently, the desire to stroke it, to edge right there in the open under her stare, building unbearably. The sun beat down mercilessly, sweat stinging my eyes, my naked body glistening as I pushed on, trapped in this humiliating loop, wondering if she’d make me drop the mower and beg, or drag me closer for more of her cruel games.

Without warning, Tina lunged from her chair, her hand shooting out like a viper to grab my arm. She yanked me hard away from the mower, the engine sputtering to a halt as the handle slipped from my sweaty grip. The sudden jerk sent me stumbling naked across the patchy grass, my tiny dick flopping wildly against my thigh, the weak boner deflating under the shock. 

“Enough of that bullshit,” Tina snarled, her nails digging into my skin, pulling me toward the patio with brutal force. 

My heart hammered in my chest, a rush of fear and forbidden excitement surging through me, my sister’s touch, rough and commanding, igniting that twisted incestuous fire even as it humiliated me deeper into submission.

She shoved me down to my knees right in front of her, the rough concrete scraping my bare skin, making me wince. Tina towered over me, her legs spread wide again, those cutoff shorts tugged aside to fully expose her dripping pussy inches from my face. 

The heat radiating from her core hit me first, then the thick, musky scent of her arousal flooded my senses, making my mouth water despite the shame burning in my cheeks. Her pussy lips were swollen and slick, juices glistening on the pink inner labia, her clit peeking out hard and demanding. 

“Kneel there and worship my pussy, pathetic little brother,” Tina ordered, her voice low and cruel, one hand tangling in my hair to yank my head forward. “Lick it clean… Suck on your sister’s pussy like the desperate edger you are. And don’t you dare touch that tiny dick of yours.”

I trembled, caught in the emotional storm raging inside me, humiliation crashing like waves against the raw, aching desire her exposed body stirred. She was my sister, for fuck’s sake, married and older, yet here I was on my knees in the open yard, naked and shaved, about to bury my face in her wet pussy. The wrongness of it twisted my gut, but my dick betrayed me, twitching back to half-hardness, the thin shaft throbbing with need as pre-cum beaded at the tip. 

Obediently, I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lap at her slick pussy lips, tasting the salty-sweet-fishy tang of her juices. I sucked gently on her outer lips, then pressed deeper, my mouth covering her entrance as I slurped hungrily, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the afternoon air.

Tina moaned, her hips bucking forward to grind her pussy against my face, smearing her wetness across my cheeks and chin. “That’s it, lick your big sister’s wet pussy,” Tina mocked. “Look at you… Tongue-fucking me while your little worm dick twitches like it wants attention. But it doesn’t deserve it, does it? So thin and short, barely a dick at all. You’d cum in two seconds if I let you near a real pussy like mine, but nah, you’re just my yard slave, edging forever.” 

Her words sliced through me, the verbal humiliation amplifying the incestuous intimacy of the act, making my balls ache heavier with denied release. I groaned into her pussy lips, the vibration making her gasp, but I didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—my tongue probing deeper, circling her clit with frantic licks as shame and lust warred in my chest.

She tightened her grip in my hair, forcing my nose against her clit. At the same time, I sucked harder, drawing her juices into my mouth, swallowing the forbidden essence of my own sister. The emotional pull was overwhelming. Part of me wanted to pull away, to run from the degradation, but the submissive need kept me locked in place, my body trembling beneath her control. 
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My dick strained fully now, the pathetic three-inch erection bobbing untouched, leaking steadily as her teasing edged me mercilessly without a single stroke. 

“Mmm, yeah, eat that pussy, bro. Taste how wet your humiliation makes me,” Tina taunted, her voice breathy but laced with cruelty. “But don’t get any ideas. That bald little prick of yours? It’s never going inside me. You’ll just keep leaking pre-cum, desperate and denied, while I use your mouth like a toy.”

Tears of shame mixed with her juices on my face as I obeyed, my tongue flicking faster over her clit, sucking it between my lips with wet pops. The mix of her moans and mocking laughter filled my ears, driving the desire higher, my hips instinctively bucking air as if begging for friction. Inside, the conflict tore at me, loving the cruel intimacy of serving her, hating how it exposed my weaknesses, the incestuous bond tightening like a noose around my heart. 

She ground harder, her thighs clamping my head, drowning me in her scent and taste. At the same time, my dick throbbed agonizingly, on the brink of explosion yet held back by her command. “Keep going, edger… Make me cum on your worthless face,” Tina hissed, nails scraping my scalp. “But if that tiny dick spurts without permission, I’ll make you mow the whole neighborhood naked.”

I whimpered into her slit, the sound muffled by her pussy lips, my body shaking violently with the buildup. The humiliation fueled the ache, every cruel word pushing me closer to the edge without mercy, desire, and shame blending into a torturous high I couldn’t escape. Her breaths came quicker, hips rolling as she chased her pleasure, leaving me desperate, humiliated, and utterly under her spell, wondering what fresh torment she’d unleash next.

Tina’s thighs quivered around my head, her grip in my hair turning vise-like as her moans escalated into sharp, breathless cries. “Fuck, yes… Right there, you little pussy-licking worm,” Tina moaned, her hips slamming forward one final time. 

Her pussy clenched against my tongue, hot and pulsing, before she shattered. A gush of her juices squirted out, thick and warm, splashing across my flushed face in forceful spurts. It soaked my cheeks, dripped into my open mouth, and ran down my chin, the salty/fishy flood mixing with my tears of humiliated ecstasy. 

I gasped, trying to swallow it all, my tongue still flicking weakly at her throbbing clit as her body convulsed, waves of her orgasm crashing over me like a humiliating baptism. The scent of her release filled my nostrils, overwhelming, marking me as hers in this twisted incestuous ritual. Inside, shame burned hot. My own sister cumming on my face in the yard, but the raw intimacy of it, the way her pleasure depended on my submission, twisted that shame into a desperate, aching need that made my tiny dick throb untouched, leaking pre-cum onto the concrete below.

She rode out the aftershocks, grinding her soaked pussy against my lips until she finally shoved me back, my face glistening with her squirt. “Pathetic,” Tina sneered, her voice husky from the climax, eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as she looked down at me kneeling there, drenched and trembling. “You made me cum, bro, but look at you… Your face is covered with your sister’s pussy juice, and that bald little dick is still twitching like a sad puppy. Clean yourself up? Nah, wear it like the badge of your shame.” 

Before I could even wipe my eyes, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and my wrist, yanking me to my feet with rough force. Pain shot through my scalp, but I stumbled after her, naked and slick-faced, as she dragged me across the yard toward the back door. 

“Inside, now… Time to really break you in,” Tina commanded, her tone laced with dark promise that sent a shiver of fearful arousal down my spine. 

The emotional whirlwind hit harder with every step: part of me recoiled at the degradation, my cheeks burning from the public exposure, but the submissive pull, the forbidden thrill of her dominance over me, kept my dick half-hard, bobbing humiliatingly as we entered the cool shade of the house.

Tina slammed the door behind us, shoving me toward the living room couch. “Stay,” she barked, like I was some obedient dog, before disappearing into her room. 

I stood there panting, heart racing, the taste of her pussy lingering on my lips, a constant reminder of the incestuous line we’d crossed. My mind reeled, humiliated by her mockery, yet craving more of that cruel control, the way she made my body betray me with every taunt. 

Minutes felt like hours until she returned, and my breath caught at the sight. Strapped around her hips was a thick, black strap-on dildo, at least seven inches long and girthy, veined and realistic, jutting out obscenely from her naked body. She’d stripped off her shorts and top, her full breasts swaying freely, nipples hard, her skin flushed from the orgasm I’d given her.

She smirked cruelly, stroking the fake dick with one hand, the harness digging into her hips. “Look at this, little brother,” Tina purred, her voice dripping with verbal venom. “A real cock—thick, hard, nothing like your pathetic thin nub. It’s time you lost that virginity of yours and felt what it’s really like to get fucked. Bet you’ve jerked that tiny thing dreaming about pussy, but now? You’re gonna take it up the ass like the sissy slut you are.”

The words hit like a gut punch, humiliation flooding me as my face burned hotter, but my dick twitched in response, the shame fueling a twisted desire I couldn’t deny. She was my sister, for Christ’s sake, about to peg me, and the wrongness of it made my balls ache with unspent need. 

“On your knees, ass up,” Tina ordered, pointing to the floor in front of the couch. 

Trembling, I obeyed, dropping down and spreading my knees wide, reaching back to pull my cheeks apart, exposing my tight, virgin hole to her gaze. The cool air hit my puckered entrance, making me shiver, vulnerable and exposed, my shaved balls hanging heavy and sore below. I felt her approach, the mattress of the couch creaking as she positioned herself behind me. No, wait, she stayed standing, towering over my bent form. 

“Spread wider, show me that desperate little sissy pussy,” Tina mocked, her hand slapping my ass cheek hard, the sting making me yelp. “Gonna ruin you for good, make you beg for more while I laugh at how your tiny dick leaks from the pain.”

I buried my face in the carpet, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. Still, my body arched instinctively, offering myself up in silent submission. The emotional conflict tore at me, and I hated how Tina reduced me to this. Yet, the intimacy of her control, the incestuous dominance, stirred a deep, shameful lust that had me leaking steadily. She pressed the thick head of the strap-on against my asshole, the blunt pressure making me gasp, my ring clenching in anticipation and fear. 

“Relax, bro, or don’t, makes it tighter for me,” Tina whispered cruelly, her hands gripping my hips as she pushed forward slowly. 

The stretch burned sharp and intense, the girth forcing my anus open inch by inch, filling me with a pressure that bordered on pain but sparked jolts of unexpected pleasure deep inside. 

“Oh, fuck, that’s big,” I moaned, feeling it push into my asshole.

Tina laughed. “Big? Big, you think. This is only about average size for a cock. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be taking 12 inches, no problem. But not today. No, today you get this starter cock for your tight sissy pussy.”

I trembled violently, a whimper escaping my lips as she sank deeper, the fake dick invading my virgin asshole, making my tiny shaft throb harder against my belly. 

“Fuck, your virgin pussy is tight… I’m gonna edge you just like this, make you feel every inch. At the same time, I tell you how worthless your real dick is,” Tina taunted, her voice breathy with her own arousal, one hand reaching around to flick my sore balls teasingly. 

The mix of sharp stretch, humiliating words, and that building prostate pressure had me on the edge already, body shaking, mind lost in the storm of shame and desire, wondering how much more I could take before I broke completely under her relentless command.

Tina’s hips rocked forward with deliberate slowness, the thick strap-on sliding deeper into my tight asshole, stretching me wide around its girth. The burn was intense, a sharp ache that radiated through my core as the veined shaft pressed against my bowel walls, filling me in a way that made my breath hitch in ragged gasps. 

Inch by inch, Tina buried it inside me, the pressure building until I felt impossibly full, my virgin asshole clenching desperately around the invading dick. 

‘That’s it, take your sister’s fake dick like the pathetic little sissy you are,” Tina murmured, her voice a low, cruel purr that sent shivers down my spine. 

The incestuous wrongness of it all hit me hard. My own sister was fucking my ass in her living room, but that forbidden intimacy only twisted the pain into something hotter. This pulsing lust made my tiny dick twitch and leak against the carpet below.

Tina paused when she was fully seated, her pelvis flush against my ass cheeks, the harness straps digging into my skin. I could feel every ridge of the dildo inside me, rubbing against my prostate with just enough pressure to spark jolts of unwanted pleasure that shot straight to my balls. My body trembled, caught in the storm of it: the humiliation of being bent over and taken like this, exposed and submissive, warring with the overwhelming need building low in my gut. 

Tina leaned over me, her breasts pressing warm against my back, her breath hot on my neck as she smirked. I could hear it in the way she chuckled softly. “Feel that, bro? That’s what a real fuck feels like. Your thin babydick could never do this to anyone.” 

Her hand snaked around my hip, fingers wrapping around my shaved dick, giving it a mocking squeeze. It was rock-hard despite the shame, throbbing in her palm, desperate and leaking pre-cum that smeared sticky across her skin. The teasing touch made me whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily, but she held me still with her other hand on my hip, nails digging in just enough to sting. 

“Look at this twitching thing…  It’s barely three inches, huh? Bet it’s aching to cum already, but you’re not gonna. Not until I say.” 

Her words sliced through me, verbal humiliation flooding my cheeks with fresh heat, but they only made my ass clench tighter around the strap-on, drawing a groan from her lips. The mix of pain from the stretch and the pleasure from her grip had me teetering on the edge, emotions churning inside: part of me wanted to beg her to stop, to spare me this degradation, but the deeper part, the submissive core she’d awakened, craved her control, the way she made my body sing with forbidden ecstasy.

Then she started thrusting. Slow at first, pulling back until just the head tugged at my anus, then slamming forward again, deeper each time. The pain flared with every push, my ass burning from the friction, but it melted into waves of pleasure as the dildo grazed my prostate relentlessly. 

“Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight… Such a desperate anal slut for your big sis,” Tina taunted, her pace quickening, hips snapping harder now. 

Her nails dug into my hips, sharp crescents of pain that made me cry out, my body jolting forward with each thrust. The room filled with the wet sounds of her fucking me, the slap of skin on skin, my own ragged moans mixing with her breathy laughs. Inside, lust overwhelmed me, shame twisting it tighter. How could I want this so badly, my sister’s fake cock pounding my ass while she ridiculed my tiny dick?

“Please, Tina… I can’t… Let me cum,” I begged quietly, voice breaking as another thrust sent sparks exploding behind my eyes. 

The words tumbled out unbidden, torn from the depths of my humiliation, my face pressed into the carpet as tears pricked my eyes. Overwhelming lust clawed at me, my dick pulsing in her loose grip, so close to release but denied, edging me mercilessly with every movement. She laughed, a cruel, delighted sound, and twisted her fingers around my shaft, stroking just once—slow and teasing—before stopping, leaving me throbbing in agony.

“Beg louder, little brother. Tell me how much you need your sister’s permission to spill from that worthless dick,” Tina commanded, her thrusts turning punishing, the strap-on driving deep and hard, making my sore balls swing with each impact. 

Her free hand reached down to cup them, squeezing roughly, the pain shooting up my spine and mixing with the ecstasy building in my ass. I was lost in it, body shaking violently, mind fractured between the burning shame of begging my own sister and the raw, incestuous pleasure of her dominance.

“Stroke it now… Faster… Edge yourself while I fuck this tight pussy raw,” Tina ordered, her voice sharp and unrelenting, nails raking across my hip as she pounded into me.

Obeying without thought, my hand fumbled to my dick, fingers wrapping around the thin, twitching length. I stroked frantically, the sensation amplified by the fullness in my ass, pleasure coiling tighter with every pump. 

Her commands pushed me deeper, humiliation crashing over me like a wave. “Yeah, jerk that tiny man clit, pretend it’s a real cock slamming your sissy pussy, faggot.”

But the ecstasy drowned it out, my begs turning to whimpers as I teetered on the brink, desperate for her to let me shatter under her control. She didn’t ease up, thrusting harder, her body slick with sweat against mine, the emotional intimacy of our twisted bond making every second more intense, more shattering. I was hers completely, aching for whatever cruel mercy she’d grant next, my world narrowing to the pain-pleasure rhythm of her fucking me senseless.

Tina’s thrusts grew erratic, her hips slamming into me with a final, brutal rhythm that made my entire body quake. The strap-on hammered my prostate relentlessly, each deep plunge sending forced spasms through my core. My hand flew over my tiny dick, stroking desperately as she commanded, the thin shaft slick with pre-cum and throbbing under my fingers. 

Shame burned in my chest. My own sister owning me like this, reducing me to a whimpering mess, but the twisted intimacy of it all, her body pressed so close, her breath mingling with mine, only heightened the forbidden pull. I was breaking, emotions fracturing under the weight of her dominance, lust, and humiliation crashing together in a storm I couldn’t escape.

“Cum for me, you pathetic little sissy,” Tina snarled, her voice dripping with cruel amusement as she ground the dildo deep inside my assole, twisting her hips to rub that sensitive spot harder. 

Her hand clamped over mine, forcing my strokes faster, rougher, her nails scraping my skin. The pressure built unbearably, my balls tightening in agony from all the edging she’d put me through, blue and aching from denial. I gasped, body seizing as my dick twitched violently in our joined grip, a weak, involuntary spurt erupted from the tip, thin ropes of jizz splattering weakly onto the carpet below. 

It wasn’t pleasure, not the explosive release I’d craved. Just a hollow dribble, leaving my sore balls throbbing with unmet need, the ache deepening like a knife twist in my gut.

Tina burst out laughing, the sound sharp and mocking as she slowed her thrusts, still buried deep in my stretched asshole. “Oh my God, look at that… Your tiny dick just shot from getting ass-fucked. That’s your first sissygasm, bro. No pussy for you, just your sister’s fake dick milking that worthless nub.” 

Her words sliced through me, fresh humiliation flooding my face, cheeks burning as I hung there, ass clenching around the invading toy, body trembling from the ruined climax. Inside, conflict raged: the emotional bond with her, twisted into this incestuous control, made the shame sting deeper, yet part of me yearned for more of her cruel attention, even as the lack of real pleasure left me hollow and desperate.

She pulled the dildo out slowly, inch by agonizing inch, the veined shaft dragging against my inner walls, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness. My ass gaped slightly, sore and twitching from the rough fucking, a dull burn lingering as cool air hit the abused ring. 

Tina stepped back, the harness creaking softly, and dipped the glistening head of the fake dick into the sticky puddle of my jizz on the floor. She smeared it around, coating the tip in my jizz, the white strands clinging obscenely to the silicone. 

“Pathetic load from a pathetic dick,” Tina sneered, holding it up so I could see the mess, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. 

The sight twisted my stomach. My jizz defiling the toy that had just reamed me, but Tina’s commanding gaze pinned me, submissive instincts overriding the urge to hide.

“Now clean it up, little brother. Suck your sister’s cock like the cum-hungry slut you are,” Tina ordered, her tone low and unrelenting, grabbing a fistful of my hair to yank my head toward her crotch. 

I knelt there on shaky legs, ass still throbbing from the invasion, blue balls pulsing with unspent ache. My mouth watered involuntarily, shame mixing with the lingering taste of her earlier juices on my tongue. Still, I parted my lips obediently, trembling as the cum-smeared head pressed against them. 

The salty tang hit me first, my own bitter seed coating my tongue as I wrapped my lips around the thick tip, sucking tentatively. It was degrading, the silicone warm from her body heat, sliding deeper into my mouth as she pushed forward, forcing me to taste the evidence of my ruined orgasm.

I bobbed my head slowly, tongue swirling over the ridges, lapping up every sticky drop. At the same time, she watched, her fingers tightening in my hair. I could taste my ass on it, too. All the shit-stained remnants went into my mouth as I sucked the dildo clean.

“That’s it, lick your shame off my cock,” Tina taunted, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers through me. 

I felt such humiliation, sucking a fake dick slick with my own cum and ass remnants, under my sister’s cruel command, clashed with the intimate thrill of her control, her body so close I could smell her arousal mingling with sweat. 

My tiny dick twitched feebly again, leaking a fresh bead of pre-cum despite the ache, denied any real relief. She thrust shallowly into my mouth, making me gag softly, the head bumping the back of my throat as I swallowed around it, shame flooding me hotter with each humiliating slurp.

“Keep sucking, edge yourself again if you want, but don’t you dare cum without begging first.” 

The order hung in the air, her dominance wrapping around me like chains, pulling me deeper into this web of incestuous torment. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, the mix of flavors—my cum/shit, her pussy scent—overwhelming my senses, body trembling as I teetered between agony and that dark, craving desire for whatever she’d demand next.

My lips trembled around the thick base of the strap-on as I worshiped it with desperate, sloppy sucks, the silicone shaft sliding in and out of my mouth under Tina’s unyielding grip on my hair. The taste of my asshole lingered bitterly on my tongue, mixed with the faint musk of her body from where it had been buried in my ass moments ago. 

Shame twisted in my gut like a knife, my own sister forcing me to clean her toy like some filthy slut, but the emotional pull of her closeness, her scent filling my nostrils, made my heart race with a forbidden intimacy that I couldn’t shake. My tiny dick, still half-hard and leaking, throbbed painfully between my legs, blue balls aching from the ruined orgasm she’d wrung out of me. I wanted to pull away, to hide from the humiliation. Still, her command held me captive, my body obeying even as my mind screamed in conflict.

“Worship it harder, you little cum-slurping bitch,” Tina commanded, her voice low and laced with cruel delight, yanking my head forward to force more of the dildo past my lips. 

I gagged softly, throat constricting around the invading length. Still, I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, my tongue swirling desperately over the veined surface, lapping up every last trace of my sticky seed. Tina’s laughter erupted again, sharp and mocking, echoing in the room as she watched me degrade myself. 

“Look at you, bro… Sucking your ass flavors off my fake cock like it’s the best meal you’ve ever had. And that pathetic little nub between your legs? It’s twitching like it thinks it deserves attention, but those blue balls are gonna stay sore and empty. You’re such a joke.”

The words hit me like slaps, fresh humiliation flooding my cheeks, making them burn hotter as I trembled on my knees. I felt the sting of Tina’s verbal barbs cutting deep into my insecurities about my size, my inadequacy, yet the twisted thrill of her attention, her body looming over me, stirred a dark craving. 

My hand drifted to my dick without thinking, fingers wrapping around the thin, sensitive shaft, stroking slowly as pre-cum beaded at the tip. The ache in my balls intensified with each pump, a dull throb that bordered on agony. Still, the edging she demanded pulled me under, pleasure edging toward pain in a haze of need.

Tina’s eyes narrowed, spotting my movement, and she thrust the dildo deeper into my mouth, the head bumping the back of my throat and making me choke, saliva dripping down my chin in messy strings. 

“Deeper, choke on it like the desperate sissy you are,” Tina snarled, holding me there until my vision blurred, lungs burning for air. 

I gagged repeatedly, retching sounds muffled around the toy as she face-fucked me roughly, her hips snapping forward in short, brutal jabs. Tears pricked my eyes from the strain, but I sucked harder when she let me breathe, lips sealing tight, tongue pressing flat against the underside as if my life depended on it. 

“That’s right, gag on sister’s plastic cock… I bet it feels bigger than that tiny worm you’ve got. Stroke yourself faster, edge those worthless balls, but don’t you fucking cum yet.”

I obeyed frantically, my free hand pumping my dick in quick, urgent strokes, the slick sounds joining the wet slurps from my mouth. My body shook violently, knees digging into the carpet, ass still clenching from the earlier pounding. The pressure built again, coiling tight in my core, orgasm teasing at the brink as her mocking words fueled the fire. 

“Pathetic… Your little dick’s leaking like a faucet, but it won’t get you off without my say-so. Those blue balls are mine to torture.” 

Her laughter mixed with my choked moans, the emotional weight of her control crashing over me: sisterly love perverted into this incestuous dominance, leaving me raw and exposed, yearning for the release she dangled just out of reach. She pulled back slightly, letting me catch my breath, but only to shove in again, deeper, making me choke harder, throat spasming around the girth. 

“Keep edging, bro… Pump that tiny dick until you’re crying for mercy.” 

My strokes sped up, fingers flying over the sensitive skin, balls drawing up tight despite the ache, the edge sharpening into something unbearable. Humiliation burned through me, reduced to this, worshiping her strap-on. At the same time, she ridiculed every inch of me, but the intimacy of it, her hand in my hair guiding me, her breath quickening with sadistic pleasure, twisted the shame into a desperate hunger. I was so close, dick twitching wildly in my grip, pre-cum slicking my palm, but her voice cut through: 

“Stop… Just like that. No cumming for worthless shits like you.”

I froze, hand still wrapped around my throbbing shaft, body quaking as the denied orgasm hovered, taunting me. Tina pushed the dildo deep one more time, holding it there as I gagged, her free hand squeezing my balls roughly, nails digging in to send jolts of pain-laced need shooting up my spine. 

“Beg for it if you want more, little brother… Beg your sister to let that pathetic dick spurt again.” 

Her mocking tone dripped with control, eyes locked on mine, reveling in my torment. Inside, the conflict raged fiercer: shame at my submission, desire for her cruel touch pulling me apart, leaving me trembling on the edge, wondering what fresh hell she’d unleash next.

“Please, Tina, please let me cum,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse with desperation. “I need it, I need to feel it, just this once, please.”

My hand moved in a frantic rhythm, stroking my dick, the head glistening with pre-cum as I sucked on her strap-on, my mouth working frantically. I could taste my desperation, the salty tang of my pre-cum mingling with the bitter sweetness of my own humiliation.

Tina’s eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction as she watched me, her hand still firmly gripping my hair, holding the dildo in place. “You know the rules, little brother. You don’t get to cum unless I say so. And right now, you’re just a pathetic, begging slut.”

I moaned around the dildo, my throat raw, my body trembling with the effort of holding back the orgasm that threatened to consume me. My dick throbbed, the head pulsing, and I could feel the hot rush of cum building, ready to explode.

“Please, Tina,” I begged again, my voice breaking. “I can’t take much more, I need to cum, I need to feel it.”

Just as my words trailed off, Tina’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist, and with a swift movement, she yanked my hand away from my dick. I gasped, my body arching, the denial sending a shockwave of pleasure-pain through me. My dick, denied its release, twitched violently, leaking cum down my shaft.

“There you go, little slut,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “Cum for me, but not too much. Just enough to remind you of your pathetic state.”

I moaned, a mix of pleasure and frustration, my body shaking as I fought to control my orgasm, to hold it back, to please her. My dick, denied its release, continued to spurt, weak jets of cum landing on my stomach, a pathetic display of my desire.

Tina laughed, a cruel, triumphant sound, and I felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over me. “Look at you, brother. You’re a mess, a pathetic, cum-soaked mess. And you still haven’t earned your orgasm.”

I collapsed forward, my body weak, my mind reeling. The shame and the desire, the conflict within me, left me panting, my chest heaving. My balls ached, blue and sore, and my dick, though still hard, felt like a useless appendage, a constant reminder of my inadequacy.

Tina’s grip on my hair tightened, and she pulled my head back, forcing me to look at her. “You’re mine, little brother. Mine to control, mine to humiliate. And you’ll learn to love every second of it.”

I stared up at her, my eyes pleading, my body trembling, and in that moment, I knew I was lost. I was hers, and I would do anything, endure anything, to feel the rush of her control, the sweet release of her dominance.

“Now, get up,” she commanded, her voice soft, almost seductive. “It’s time for dinner, and I want you to serve me. You can edge yourself while you cook, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you cum when we’re done.”

I rose, my body aching, my mind spinning, and as I stumbled towards the kitchen, I felt her eyes on me, a constant reminder of my place. I was her toy, her plaything, and she would make me suffer, make me crave, make me love every second of it.

To Be Continued…?

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