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The Domination of Amy -- Contains Incest (Lord Animus & Karixia)

Lord Animus

Lord Animus

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Once upon a time, there was a young man who lived with his father, his mother, and his younger sister, whom he loved very much. Though she was seven years his junior, the young man found his sister to be very beautiful and he guarded her fiercely. He was her protector and her admirer. The bullies in school would mysteriously become terrified of her when she would come home crying and she received gifts on every special occasion; expensive gifts that never came with any indication of who they were from. The girl's big brother was certainly a guardian that any young woman would love to have. He was a stalwart defender of her honor and never asked for anything in return.

There was a dark secret in their relationship, however. Some mornings, the girl would awaken with dry white stains on her pajamas. The same stains often appeared in her bed sheets and in the panties that she had just washed and put into her dresser. Indeed, her brother loved her; perhaps too much. Over the years, his love became obsession.

The day came, however, when the young man would leave home. With his departure, the stains vanished. The gifts still came, of course, but they now arrived by mail when they would have just appeared where the girl would find them before. Fortunately, the girl would have been too young at the time of his leaving to know what those stains must have been.

While the young man was away, the girl became a woman - a woman of much beauty. She was very popular with boys and it filled her brother with a burning rage when she spoke of her boyfriends to him over the phone. How could she invest time in other men? The jealousy drove him mad. It filled him with dark and terrible thoughts of what he should do to her as punishment. She was his. Had she forgotten that? She would certainly have to be reminded when the time was right. When the young man was finished with college and he could return home, he would certainly be sure to stake his claim over the sister that he had always loved. She had to be reminded of their love...



It was early morning when the dark blue Charger pulled into the driveway of a small home in the rural city of Ashburn, Virginia. The sun had not even risen yet over the cul-de-sac and already wonderful things were happening! Logan Hunter had not been home in years; not since he had left for college to study forensic science.

Now, he stood before his childhood home with a wicked smile on his face. His parents had left the night before to head out on a three month long trip around the world to celebrate their twenty-fifth anniversary. Their daughter, Amy Hunter, had been left alone to see her older brother home and to help him manage the house while their parents were gone. Logan would be alone with his sister for three months - three months that he had big plans for. He and Amy had a lot of catching up to do...

The young man's black boots thudded softly on the concrete sidewalk as he made his way toward the house and his hand slid into the pocket of his loose denim jeans to retrieve his keys. When he approached the door, he slid the key into the door lock and turned the tumbler. Slowly, he pushed the door open before slipping inside and gently shutting the door behind him. It was all done with the caution of a burglar. Logan knew that his sister would be asleep at this hour and he did not want to wake her; not yet.

Inside, Logan took his denim jacket off and hung it on the coat rack standing near the door. Beneath the jacket, he had been wearing a black button-up casual dress-shirt. It was unbuttoned, revealing the white wife-beater that he was wearing beneath that. Overall, Logan wasn't the most stylish guy around, but the look worked well enough for him.

As Logan then knelt down to untie his boots, his eyes scanned the dark room. It looked pretty much the way that he had left it, though some of the furniture had been moved from where Logan remembered it. He could see the silhouettes of the couch and the love seat, his father's recliner, and the massive entertainment center in the corner of the room. That was the biggest difference in the family room. When Logan had left, the family only had a relatively small TV. Now, there was an entire center with a big flat-screen and an impressive stereo.

Once his shoes were off, Logan made a quick lap around the house. Most of the rooms were much the same, save for the odd addition here and there, but it was all of little interest to Logan. He had only one room that he truly wished to visit - a room which he soon found himself standing outside.

The young man's heart raced as he stood outside of Amy's bedroom. He hadn't seen her in person for almost five years. They had talked on the phone and over Skype, but to see her in the flesh? The very idea really got his blood flowing. With a bit of apprehension, Logan's hand reached for the doorknob and he slowly pushed the door open...
 
Amy was never a girl to do whatever other people wanted, she was free spirited and often than none she did whatever she wanted. Ever since little she has been getting into accidents where she would wet up the bed or something like that, thankfully that was long gone and now she was a full woman. Just turning eighteen Amy had the figure of a cheerleader. Her most noticeable figure was her long shaped legs followed by her ample breasts which seemed to be growing more and more which she hated.

Five years before her older brother moved out of the house, on to pursue his own dreams and his own fantasies of having a job and a career. He was very close to her, they seemed to do everything together back then. Now however things were different, in those years that he was gone she grown a lot mentally and physically. Her dreams of becoming a rock star was well on it’s way with her band. She knew that sooner or later she would get a call from an agent saying that he saw them playing somewhere and wanted to get them into a deal.

The night before her parents broke the news to her, he was coming back home and what was more they were going on their second honeymoon. Amy was really glad for those two since they always seemed to enjoy each other’s company. Her mother was the brains of the family, she knew a little bit about everything while her father was the handyman and muscle of the family, he could fix everything he got his hands into. He could remember the time where there was barely any money for them to survive but now thanks to the mother’s new job everything seemed to be going smoothly.

Amy’s room changed quite a lot, from childhood to adulthood. The colors on her walls were now light purple as well as her bed sheets. The laptop on her desk was an expensive one, Amy called it her baby since it took a lot of work from her. Posters of different rock bands were all over the place, bands like Evanescence and Epica were the most common among those. The window was closed and a blanket was covering it from behind, she did not seemed to like the light a lot especially on her room.

Her cellphone rested on the nightstand besides her bed where she slept. Her eyes closed as she dreamed about men and woman alike. She was wearing a small set of shorts with a black sweater which were only visible because of the sheets that she kicked to the floor without realizing while she slept. She wondered how much her brother changed since the last time she had seen him, of course they kept communications as any good pair of siblings but it was one thing to see themselves on skype and there was another thing seeing each other real life.
 
When the door opened and Logan caught sight of his little sister's new bedroom, a smirk crept across his lips. He'd dated a handful of would-be rockstars while he was away and they all had one thing in common - they were wild in the sack. They were rebels and they were willing to try anything that they thought their parents would not approve of. Between the whips and the chains, Logan had gotten quite fond of the kinky sex that these girls often brought with them. He couldn't help but wonder if such a woman was hidden in the depths of Amy's mind.

The young man's blue eyes scanned the room carefully and he noted the fixtures and the changes that had been made. While the rest of the house was easily recognizable, this room did not look like the same sea of pink that he had left it as. It was of little consequence. What Logan was most interested in was sleeping on her bed.

Slowly, Logan moved forward into the room and he shut the door behind him. His feet carried him over to his sister's bed and he stood there for a moment watching her sleep. She was every bit as beautiful in person as she had been over their video calls on Skype. It was hard to believe that this sexy and shapely woman was the same cute little girl that once filled Logan's fantasies. Now, in her mature form, she would continue to do so for sure. Logan certainly would not complain about that.

'Just reach out and touch her,' Logan thought to himself as he stood there. He wanted to touch her so badly, but he did not want to wake her. Amy used to be a very heavy sleeper, but whether or not she still was would be anyone's guess. It was a dangerous gamble. What excuse could he possibly have to brush off his sister waking up to him fondling her?

Instead, Logan's hands reached for his sister's cell phone. If he could browse through her text messages and e-mails, maybe that would tell him a little about his new, bigger baby sister. Did she have a boyfriend? Anyone trying to make any booty calls with her parents out of town? Oh, that thought certainly didn't make Logan happy. He didn't want to have to start beating the boys back from his lovely little Amy so soon after returning home. Of course, just looking at her was enough to tell him that he would.
 
Amy slept peacefully as her phone was taken from it’s resting place. A mumble came out from her lips as she turned to face the other way giving her back to him. When he grabbed her phone however it was filled with pictures of her with her friends of the rock band, male and female friends. Couple of pictures of them playing in what appeared to be a local bar. There was also a couple of texts from guys trying to get on her pants and her driving them off, couple of text from a guy wanting to get together again but she had him on the blocked list.

Being a woman like that sure was dangerous sometimes. However as more and more time passed and more and more experience she had with boys she became an expert on them. There was a certain guy in all the pictures, he often had his color changed like the rest of the band. However on the last photo was of him kissing another guy, the gay friend all girls should have of course. There was a photo of Amy in a very small two piece however with the bottom being a thong, she was posing next to three blondes with similar suits.
 
Logan didn't find much on the phone that he didn't particularly dislike. The boys were all over his sister, which he strongly expected, but she was pushing them all away. That made him quite happy; almost as happy as the skimpy picture of Amy and her blonde friends that he had found. With a few strokes of his thumb against the phone's touch-screen, Logan sent that picture to his e-mail account so that he could better appreciate it later. He'd have to keep his eyes open for these blondes when he and his sister were out too...

After sending himself the photo, Logan put Amy's phone back down where he had taken it from and returned his attention to his sister. The photo of Amy in that skimpy two-piece had brought the beginnings of a nicely pitched tent in Logan's pants and that was giving him the courage that he needed to make a move. His hand reached out to fall lightly on Amy's shoulder.

"Amy," Logan whispered as he gave his sister a gentle shake to see how deeply she was asleep. Years ago, Logan could have taken Amy's hand and made her sleeping form give him a hand job and she would not have woken up. In fact, he had done so on two or three occasions. After being away for so long, however, Logan was not about to just assume that he could still get away with such bold moves. It was much safer to play the innocent big brother card just checking in on his baby sister than it was to get handsy right off of the bat. Safe was good.
 
Amy was deep in her sleep as she did not moved from the place. Her body did not seemed to be bothered at all by is gentle shake, her mind was dreaming about boys and girls alike. She seemed to be in a very deep sleep as she turned faceup again clearly she moved a lot during sleep. Years ago she could easily sleep through the day with anything but the alarm of her phone which her brain recognized right away. There was a couple of minutes left until that very same alarm went off next.

[[Sorry it is so short, no idea what to post to make it longer in a post indicating that she was in a deep sleep]]
 
When Amy did not respond to neither Logan's touch nor his voice, he knew that she was fast asleep; dead to world, as the saying goes. There wouldn't be much that he wouldn't be able to do to her. The thoughts that began to race through Logan's mind, thoughts of the many times before that he had been in this same position, were more than enough to bring the tent in his pants to an uncomfortable level. Logan was rather impressive when it came to that particular area and his denim pants did not offer much room for forgiveness.

Of course, Logan knew that Amy's alarm would wake her, but he did not remember seeing an alarm clock anywhere. He peeled his attention away from Amy just long enough to give the room a second glance, confirming that he had seen no such thing. "Her phone," the young man whispered to himself as he considered the possibilities.

In the end, immediate satisfaction won out. Logan had to do something about the uncomfortable position of his erect manhood and he had to do it quickly. Snatching the phone up a second time, Logan fumbled around in the settings until he found the alarm feature, which he turned off. Then, before setting the phone back down, he turned the volume all of the way down to mute for good measure. With the threat of the alarm out of his way, Logan was free to do just about anything that he wanted.

First, though, he needed to get rid of these restrictive pants. Logan tugged at his belt, pulling the pins from the holes of the leather strap to loosen it up. His pants all but slid off of his hips after that, falling to the floor around his feet. After his pants were off, Logan bent over to pull off his socks and finished by removing his shirts.

Logan was now standing over his sleeping sister in nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs. There was no turning back now. If Amy woke up, by some means, there would be no possible way to explain what he was doing. One way or the other, this was the start of their new relationship. Logan was now Amy's Master and Amy was Logan's beloved little pet, slave, and toy. Logan had dreamed of this moment for years and now that it had arrived he could hardly contain himself.

"Amy," Logan whispered again as he reached for her with both hands. His left hand landed just below Amy's right bust to rest tenderly against the side of her torso almost as if they were dancing. His right, however, moved to the eighteen-year old woman's neck. His fingers wrapped around her throat, ready to constrict and take control in case Amy were to awaken. For now, however, it merely rested there while putting no pressure on her windpipe. "Amy, it's Logan. Wake up."


{ Quite alright. You're not in the best position to really type too whole lot, but that's alright. Sexomnia is sexy. }
 
With the alarm off Amy was now in big trouble, she would not wake up unless something really was making her get out from the wonderful dream she was having. His words were not heard by Amy as much as he tried to see if she reacted she did not seem to react at all. Finally her breasts were the breaking point she needed to wake up, she was very sensitive and it did not helped that his hands were very close to her breasts. Her eyes slowly opened only to see a figure that she did not recognized over her body with his hands on her throat ready to put some force on it if needed. She gasped out loud as she saw it was his brother which was there.

Her hands started moving on their own as if they suddenly gained a rush of adrenaline. Her fears aside she tried to pull the hand on her throat out of the way, “What are you doing Logan!”. She recognized him alright it was the same brother that protected him all those years ago but why he was now at the point of strangling her with his hands? “Let me go!” . He had grown up as well during these past years, he had become taller and his features changed quite a lot, if it wasn't for Skype she would had no idea that the man over her was indeed his brother.
 
The moment that Logan noticed Amy's eyes start to open, he put just enough pressure on her throat to make it a little more difficult to breathe. She would have still been able to breathe just fine, but it would feel forced. She would need to focus on drawing her breath rather than letting it come naturally. It was all just a warning - a show of force that was intended to make Amy aware that Logan was not playing around and that he could hurt her with ease if he so felt inclined. It was very important right now that Logan kept her under control.

When Amy's hands moved to try to force Logan to release her throat, the hand that Logan had rested on his sister's side shot up to grab Amy's wrist. He was much stronger than her and it was easy for him to force her hand back down against the bed. Of course, that left Amy with one free hand to try to fight with but Logan was not concerned. There was no way that she could peel his hand off of her neck with only one of her own.

"You do not tell me what to do," Logan responded to his sister's command to release her with a calm and authoritative tone. "No, that is not the way that this works. I've waited a long time to get you all to myself and now that I have you, I am going to make the most of it. You will do exactly as I say from this day forward, do you understand? You belong to me now, Amy."
 
The force he had on her throat was small but just enough to make her rethink of everything she did. Little bit more force on her throat and she would be done for. She groaned grabbing his hands and trying her best to pull him away from her throat but there was no denying he was much more stronger than she was. She looked at him with eyes full of fear, she had never seen this side of his brother before it was almost too scary to comprehend. Before he was her kind and protective brother and now he was forcing himself on her and treating her badly which was something she would never expect.

“N…No way I am not your damn slave you fuck!” she gasped as she tried to recover her energies and over all her breath. With his hands being around her throat and his other on her wrists she could not fight at all, she wished that she had a clean shot to his balls then she could get out of here. Being the most sensitive part of the male body his balls were a clear target for her but there was no way that she could reach them with the way he had her pinned down. “I…I am not a piece of property… gah….ok… yes I will follow whatever you say… just release me”.

She of course wasn’t planning to obey him at all she just wanted his hands to leave her throat so she could muster all the breath she could and yell one big help and hope that somebody could hear her. Amy looked up at him hoping that he bought her surrender otherwise she would be in for a hell of a time.
 
Logan knew better than to trust that Amy would just roll over and do what she was told. The fear in her eyes spoke much louder than her words ever could. She would run, call for help, fight back - something - anything to get out of this situation and when she did, Logan would have hell to pay. No, Logan was not about to just let Amy go. He wasn't going to waste this once in a lifetime chance to have the girl that he had always secretly wanted. Of course, she might be a little more compliant if she didn't feel that her life was in danger. Logan might be willing to compromise the release of her neck if she would be willing to give him another piece of leverage in exchange.

"What did I just say?" Logan asked in that same authoritative tone. "You do not tell me what to do. I hold all of the cards here and you will do as I say or I will make you."

As Logan spoke he leaned forward so that he could look closer into Amy's eyes. His dark blue orbs glared deep into Amy's mirrored eyes as though he was looking into the depths of her being. There was nothing but lust and intent hidden behind his glare. If his intent wasn't already clear then it would certainly be now. They way he looked at her - it was the same way that her bands male groupies looked at her. He wanted her and he was in a position to take her.

"If you really want me to take my hand off of your throat, I will, but you're going to give me your other hand. That's the deal, take it or leave it. I'll let go of your neck, but I will not let you go so that you can run for help. I've waited too long to have you to let you fuck this all up."
 
This person that was on top of her was not her brother, not her caring brother that wanted nothing but the best for her. He was an evil person wanting nothing more than to take advantage of Amy and her body. Amy knew that she was good looking and sexy however little did she knew that her own brother was the top fan of her body. Hearing his proposal made her cringe, if she gave up her other arm he would have no way of running out to get help, if she did not… well he could always choke her to death like he was nearly doing at that moment.

With no choice on this she moved her free hand next to the one that he had trapped on his hands. She hated giving up like this but she knew that it was the best option for her to keep herself conscious even if she had to risk her freedom by doing so. She would wait for a mistake, any mistake and she would make it worth it. She looked up at him trying still to decipher what he would do to her. He was mostly naked except for his underwear which showed a bulge that was rather big.
 
Amy's wrists were so small that Logan could easily hold both of them down with his one hand and when she moved her arm to offer her other wrist to her brother, Logan took it. Now Amy was really helpless. Both of her hands were being held tightly down against her bed and they were now being forced over her head so that she could lay flat on her back. She wouldn't be able to fight back now. She wouldn't be able to take that strike out at her brother that she had planned to take if she got the chance.

"That's a good girl," Logan whispered as he removed his hand from his baby sister's neck. Logan was nothing if not a man of his word and he was not going to compromise that. The relationship that he wanted with his sister - that he was now establishing with her - was a relationship built on trust. If she could never trust him to keep his promises then it would be impossible to control her. She would only obey out of fear if she could not trust him and fear, as history had proven, can only rule for so long before it is rebelled against.

When Logan's hand left Amy's neck, it moved upward to cup her cheek in an affectionate manner. It was then that his expression softened, if only just a little. A slight smile crossed his lips, but that look in his eyes... It was unchanged. At least now Amy could breathe. That was worth the trade, right?

"I don't want to hurt you, Amy, but I won't tolerate disobedience," Logan's voice now took on a more brotherly and caring tone. "I know that you must be scared right now, but there is nothing to be afraid of. I love you. I have always loved you and now that we have three months to ourselves, I'm going to show you how much that I love you."
 
“B…Bastard…. I hate you!” those were the only words that could come out from Amy’s mouth that were nothing but the truth. Just a couple of minutes ago she was resting comfortably on her bed and now she had her brother on top of her doing stuff that only a rapist or a kidnapper would do. She knew that trying to reason with him at this moment was out of the question, he was more driven by his lust rather than anything else. She could smell his arousal near her and at the same time he would smell her fear. She groaned as his finger gently moved over Amy’s cheeks, she knew it was her brother but she felt as if a monster was moving it’s dirty tongue all over her cheek.

He was stronger than she was and there was no use on trying to escape now, he had control over both of her hands with just one of his. The tone of his voice changed however the threats kept coming. “What do you intend to do to me?” that was a simple question which the answer she feared but knew that she needed to know. He was obsessed with her and if he always had these feelings she wondered why didn’t he acted on them when they were younger. Barely remembering the time where she used to put on panties that felt kind of strange or suddenly waking up with stains on the nighties she wore to sleep or stuff like that.
 
She hated him? Logan couldn't help but chuckle inwardly to himself as his beloved little sister spat such venom at him. She was scared, so such a reaction was to be expected. Logan knew that she did not truly hate him, though. The way that she had always doted on him when she was small was all of the proof that he needed. She loved him, just as he loved her. She was just afraid of their love because society said that it was wrong. He was surprised that a rockstar rebel girl would be afraid of what society said.

It was what she said next that truly hit him at his core. "What do you intend to do to me?" It was a pretty damn good question. Logan had not expected Amy to wake up so quickly. He had expected to be able to feel her out a little and maybe take some pictures before satisfying himself over he sleeping body. He had expected to have more time to think out a more thorough plan. That had all been denied from him. What was he going to do? Really? What could he do now that Amy was awake. Time would dull her fear. Time would help her to see that they belonged together - that she belonged to him. Time would not heal the wounds and the fear that would come if he went through with raping her outright. Logan needed a plan.

Logan stewed on the question for a moment. He couldn't rape her. He couldn't hurt her like that. But he also needed to show her that he was now in charge. She needed to know that she was now her brother's loving slave, despite her protests. At the same time, Logan really needed to satisfy this raging erection that Amy had unknowingly given him.

After a few moments of silence and stillness, Logan shifted his feet so that he could kick his pants up onto the side of the bed and, using his free hand, he began to pull his belt from the loops of his denim jeans. If Logan was going to do anything, then he needed more control. Right now, Amy seemed to have resigned herself to his will, but he knew that she would fight if she saw a chance. Logan needed to deny her of that ability and he only saw one way of doing that on such a spur-of-the-moment situation.

"It's not a matter of what I am going to do to you, Amy," Logan said as he moved the belt up toward the eighteen year old's hands. As he spoke, he began to weave the belt around her wrists and forearms as a makeshift binding. "We're going to have a little fun, but I'm not going to touch you. You're clearly not ready for that and I want our first time to be special."

Once the belt had been wound around Amy's wrists several times, Logan pulled it tight - very tight. It would have certainly been uncomfortable, but he was confident that Amy would not be able to worm her way out of it. Right now, her brother was a little more worried about keeping her in control than he was in her comfort.
 
Amy looked at him and how he behaved, he was mad and like any mad person to him what he was thinking was correct. She knew a couple of people like that, the ones that she often tried her best to stay away, who could had known that one of them was on her own family. She often read on books about obsessed people and how dangerous they could be if they fixed on someone rather than in something. With him in that state of mind he could become a real danger towards Amy and she did not wanted that, she wanted to keep the control of the situation thing that was slipping by her fingers very quickly.

Her question had him thinking, she could see the troubled look on his face. She knew very well what would happen if his mind got around an idea that she did not wanted him to think about. Her body instantly tried to back away as soon as she noticed what he was doing, he was taking off his pants and that did not sounded too good. When she noticed that he grabbed his belt and started looming it around her wrists. Her control over this was quickly being lost and she saw no way out of it, with him being so strong and so agile he could easily have her if she tried to escape.

She groaned once she noticed that she was successfully tied and her wrists were bound together. It did not matter whatever else he was thinking with her bound like that he could do whatever he wanted with her. Somewhere deep inside her mind, somewhere deep that nobody ever dared to enter she always thought of being bound and how did it felt but this was quite the opposite thing. That was a dark fantasy and this was real, her brother was in the process of immobilizing her so he could do whatever he wished with her, the thought alone was enough to send shivers down his spine.
 
Now that Amy's hands were bound, Logan was in complete control. He could do whatever he wanted to Amy and there wasn't a damn thing that she would be able to do about it. Fortunately for Amy, her brother was not interested in outright raping her. After thinking over his options, he had decided that the sexual gratification of taking her like that would not be worth the damage that would be done to their relationship. Instead, he had something else in mind. It would probably be absolutely humiliating for Amy, but she wouldn't have to touch her brother's cock, nor would she be penetrated in any way. Logan could get what he wanted and Amy could get out of this with her virginity intact. They could both win.

"Alright, Amy, here is what's going to happen now," Logan said lovingly as he began to bring her arms back down from over her head. Slowly, he guided her hand back until they were sitting on her belly, bound tightly together. "You're going to roll over and put that cute little ass up in the air for me so that I can pull your shorts down. Then you're going to masturbate for me. Do this for me and we won't go any farther right now, alright? You don't have to touch me at all and I won't touch you. I'll just watch."

When Logan was done talking, he took his hands away from his sister so that she could roll over - if that's what she wanted to do. She had been given a way to get out of this without being raped, so it was the obvious choice to getting out of this situation safely. Logan wouldn't rape her regardless, for fear of severing their bond completely, but Amy didn't know that.
 
She heard him talking and her face went blank with fear, she never thought of this however it seemed like something that was no brainier. Doing that thing for him meant that she would be left alone and she could think of a way out of there. The belt around her wrists was tight but she was sure that by using her teeth and mouth she could get it off from her. She groaned and looked down at him not sure what to do as he let her wrists go. Thinking about it for a minute she groaned and nodded before turning around and pushing her ass high up for him.

Amy did not wanted to do anything like this especially with the new clit piercing that she had gotten a few days ago. She was told to relax and don't try to masturbate for awhile but she knew very well that she did not had the choice this time, the decision was being made for her. Groaning she looked at her brother waiting and hoping that she could do this fast so she could figure of a way out.
 
Logan was honestly surprised when Amy rolled over and pushed her ass up in the air like she had been told to do. Surprised, but certainly not disappointed. If Amy was willing to humiliate herself like this then it meant that she had truly accepted the position that she was in which was really better for the both of them. She most undoubtedly could use her teeth to loosen the belt that bound her wrists, but she'd never get the belt off after doing so; not before Logan would have her in his hands again.

Instead, she had done as she was told and, as Logan had said that he would do, he reached out for the waistband of her shorts. His fingers barely hooked beneath the elastic and he pulled them down in an almost painfully slow motion as he savored the experience. As often as he had visited this room when they were young, Logan had never worked up the nerve to try to strip Amy in her sleep. Now, he was doing so while she was perfectly aware. It was his wildest fantasy come true.

When Amy's shaven pussy came into view, a wicked grin slid across Logan's lips. A clit piercing? He would be able to do wonderful things with that later once Amy had gotten used to her new role as her brother's slave. For now, he had promised that he would not touch her. It was important that he keep his words to maintain trust.

"Alright, Amy," Logan spoke as he pulled his hands away, letting his sister's shorts fall to the bed around her knees. "You may begin and you may not stop until I tell you to so don't think that you're gonna give yourself a quicky and get out of here in a hurry."
 
Amy hated the fact that she surrendered so easily to her brother but what was she to do?. Muttering in her mind she had no idea how to start, laying back down now she was naked in front of her own brother except for her shirt. Her fingers began to slowly go down to her pussy but stopped right when she was about to touch herself, she could not do it… not with him watching on intently like that. Looking at her brother she whimpered and finally decided to just forget he was there and get on with it.

Spreading her legs she slowly began to rub her clit with her bound hands. Pushing a finger between her wet folds she tried her best to just ignore the looming presence looking at her from where he was sitting down. She bit her lip as she tried to muffle a moan, she would not moan for this person, she would not moan for her own brother. Moaning for a man meant accepting defeat towards him and she wasn't going to admit defeat no matter what. Just by doing this she was risking a lot but if it gave her the chance to be alone for awhile then she would do so.
 
As Logan watched his sister reluctantly begin to pleasure herself while he watched, the young man took his thumbs and hooked them beneath the elastic of his black boxers. He removed his own underwear much faster than he had removed Amy's shorts, allowing his manhood to stand free and erect. If Amy happened to glance back, she'd see that her brother was every bit of eight inches at least. In the dark room, with low visibility, he could have even been as big as ten. He was certainly gifted, that was for sure.

With his own underwear now on the floor, Logan moved to kneel on Amy's beg behind her. As he watched her masturbate for him, he gripped the base of his erect member and began to slowly stroke himself. A soft sigh escaped his lips as Logan imagined that Amy's fingers were his own cock. He imagined penetrating his own sister and fucking her until she was sore. That would have to wait until a later date, but for now it was nice to imagine while they both pleasured themselves.
 
Shivers went down her back as she heard his pants fall down to the ground. Now it was all real he was jerking off close to her, she could hear his groans and moans from where she was. Her pussy became wetter and wetter as Amy played with herself more. Being tied just added to her imagination making her believe to herself that she was tied there by a master and not her brother. She knew the tricks to get herself off fast but his last instructions kept her on check, she needed to make this last as painful and humiliating as that could be. His breathing was felt close to her and the sound of his cock being pleasured by his hand were also clearly heard.

The smell on the room was being filled by the scent of both of their arousals, it slowly dawned on her that with her parents gone she could not go back to her house once she escaped for three months. She would need to seek shelter in one of her friends house which was not easy since she often had guys there to fuck them senseless. With her body Amy had done a good job of keeping herself as much as she could although she did slipped a couple of times before.
 
Logan wouldn't keep Amy waiting for too long. He could last an impressively long time if he wanted to, but since he was only pleasuring himself as opposed to fucking the beautiful sight in front of him, he wasn't going to draw this out. It was a gift to Amy, a subtle early release from the embarrassment that he knew that she must be feeling right now.

While Logan's hand worked his rock-hard cock, he spoke to Amy in a low whisper that was barely audible. "I know that this is the first time that you've masturbated for me," he whispered in a playfully teasing tone, "but this isn't my first time masturbating for you. I used to come in here at night when I lived here and rub myself while you slept. I would cum on you and in your bed. Sometimes, I would cum in your panties and put them back in your drawer. It was exciting, but it doesn't come close to this."
 
She groaned as she heard him, suddenly it all made sense to her all those years back. Thinking that it was her somehow that wet the bed when it was her own brother. She never felt so betrayed on her life than at that moment. Pushing those thoughts to the back of her head the only thing that she needed to concentrate right now is finishing this so he could leave. Moving another finger inside she gasped as she suddenly felt her orgasm flushing out of her. Her body arched up as she cummed hard on the bed. She panted as she dropped to the bed waiting on him to keep his promise and leave her alone.
 
Logan was certainly surprised when his sister hit her orgasm before he did. Could she have been a virgin? If she wasn't then she hadn't gotten around all that much if that's all of the stamina that she had. In a way, that made Logan all the happier, though it wasn't something that worked in Amy's favor at that very moment.

"I did not tell you that you could stop," Logan scolded when Amy dropped to the bed. At the same time, he picked up the pace with his own motions. He wasn't going to make Amy senselessly drive herself into a sexual soreness, but he also needed to reinforce his authority and make her follow the commands that he gave her. He could feel that he wasn't going to be much longer, at any rate. Amy wouldn't have to suffer this humiliation for much longer - not this particular humiliation, that is. Logan already had his next move planned.
 
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