Bryan’s adult stepsister Tahlia seemed to have no idea how much contempt he held her in. Everything about her made him roll his eyes in disgust, from her trashy wardrobe, to her insufferable “chastity pledge”, to her vapid girlfriends, to her succession of not-a-real-job projects that she wasted her time on instead of actually starting a career. He, for instance, was a pharmaceutical chemist, while she was wasting her life on get-poor-quick schemes.
Her latest was a party-plan wine sales gig. She would hold parties for a dozen people at a time, get them to taste the disgustingly cheap wine brand, and try to sell them caseloads of the stuff.
“It’s a very exclusive brand,” she was telling Bryan on her latest visit to his flat, as he tried to ignore her. “It markets itself mainly to men, so the parties are going to be all men. I’m supposed to flatter them, so they buy truckloads.”
“So you’re cockteasing men into buying your terrible wine, basically,” he said, unimpressed.
“Bryan!” she objected. “That’s awful! I’m not a cocktease! I’m just going to dress pretty, and flirt with them! There’s nothing wrong with that. They *know* I made a chastity pledge…”
He said nothing, only sighed.
“Only, I have to taste all the wine at each party,” she continued, undeterred, “and I’m so *bad* with alcohol. What if I get drunk?” She pouted at him.
He was about to tell her that in that case she shouldn’t be holding wine parties, when another, much crueller, idea occurred to him.
“Well,” he said. “I could give you something to neutralise the alcohol.”
Her eyes widened. “Like, so I couldn’t get drunk? Is that a thing?”
“It’s not on the market yet,” he told her. “But I’ve got a supply. I can bring some to you tomorrow, if you like? It will make the wine taste funny, and you’ll still get a high just like you’re drunk, but all the decisions you make will be 100% yours.”
She beamed, and hugged him, crushing her tits against his chest. “Thanks Bryan!” she squealed. “You’re the best!”
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He made the “alcohol neutralizer” for her that night. It would do nothing of the sort. It was mostly an extremely strong aphrodisiac, which would make her very horny, crossed with some “date rape drug”, which would inhibit her judgement and stop her forming clear memories, plus a little something he put in for fun which should neutralize any birth control pills she was taking. For the master touch, he masturbated until he ejaculated, and then stirred his cum into the mixture.
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He brought it to her the next day, and suggested she try it out with a few glasses of wine while they chatted. She agreed, brought out some of her party plan wine, and poured a couple of glasses. He gave her the “neutralizer”, and watched as he stirred the cum-and-drugs cocktail into her drink.
“None for me, thanks,” he told her, as she tried to pass it to him. “I can handle my liquor. Anyway, it’s not cheap. It’s a gift, but you should definitely save it for just you. Bottoms up!”
They drank. He watched with delight as she swallowed the cum and aphrodisiac tainted wine. He grimaced as he tried his own – the wine really was cheap swill.
They talked as they drank. She twittered away about the shallow concerns of her friends, and he poured her glass after glass, stirring the “neutralizer” into each one, and watched as she got progressively drunker and more drugged.
“Bryan,” she said after her fourth glass. “I feel funny. Are you sure I’m not drunk?”
“That’s just the high,” he told her. “You’re thinking clearly.” Then he got out his phone, and set it to film her. “Tahlia, your face is flushed, and it looks like your nipples are perky under your top. Are you turned on right now?”
She flushed red, embarrassed, and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know,” she said. And then, face flushing deeper red, she slowly parted her legs, offering a view of her panties under her short skirt. There was a sopping-wet damp patch on her crotch. “Do you want to check?” she asked, slurring a little.
“I think you’re being a slut, Tahlia,” he said, deliberately, and watched as she flinched. “You’re asking me to play with your pussy, aren’t you?”
She was silent for a long moment, then: “Yes.”
“You’re a disgusting slut, aren’t you, Tahlia?” he said to her.
Another pause, then, humiliated: “Yes.” Pause. “I’m a disgusting slut.” And then, “Please play with my pussy, Bryan.”
That was all he needed. He stopped the phone recording, then stepped across the room and began to pull his step-sister’s clothes off.
“What?” she objected, as he pulled her shirt off. She tried to resist, but she wasn’t very coordinated. “Bryan, just my pussy!” she exclaimed.
He said nothing, just pulled off her bra, and then her skirt and panties, until she was nude. At this point, she started really struggling, trying to get away – but not that hard, because as much as her brain was telling her she was in trouble, her pussy still wanted to see what was about to happen.
He took his cock out of his pants, grabbed her panties and stuffed them into her mouth so he wouldn’t hear any more of her dumb bimbo whining, and then began to energetically, forcefully rape her cunt. Her fuckhole was surprisingly wet and accommodating for a virgin, he thought. She squealed into the panties as she felt him penetrate her, and beat at his chest ineffectually with her hands, but he held her down, and pumped violently at her rape-hole until he had cum inside her. He felt her orgasm against him as he ejaculated, shuddering and moaning. Afterwards, he stayed inside her, holding her against him as she sobbed, until he felt himself hardening again, and then he raped his step-sister a second time.
He left her lying naked on the carpet, cum leaking from her pussy, and went home. The next day, he came back to visit.
She answered the door dishevelled and haunted. She flinched when she saw him, but he could tell by the look in her eyes that the drugs had done their work – she didn’t really remember what had happened last night.
“I just came by to see if you wanted to apologise,” he said to her.
“Apologise?” she asked, confused. Whatever she thought had happened, it didn’t line up with this.
“For blackmailing me into fucking you last night,” he told her. “Remember? I didn’t want to – you’re my step-sister, for God’s sake – but you were acting like a slut, and you said you’d claim I raped you unless I agreed to fuck you.”
“No…” she protested. “I didn’t…”
“Fuck, Tahlia, we were both there,” said Bryan. “Don’t try to lie. I haven’t gone to the police – yet – but at least admit what you did. Look – I had my phone on, until you made me turn it off.”
He showed her the footage. “Yes,” Tahlia heard her own voice say. “I’m a disgusting slut. Please play with my pussy, Bryan.”
Her face paled. She turned suddenly from the door, and ran down the corridor. He took the opportunity to enter her house, and heard her throwing up violently in the toilet. She re-emerged sometime later, having washed out her mouth.
“I am *so* sorry, Bryan,” she said. “God, I’m *so* sorry. I didn’t – I wouldn’t – I don’t know what I was thinking…”
“Are you going to apologise?” he asked her.
“I am apologising!” she said.
“I mean something practical. You were kind of cruel last night, Tahlia. Fucking you wasn’t very fun. How about we fuck again now, with me in charge, so I can see what it should have felt like?”
She looked like she might vomit again. “I took a pledge…” she said.
“Well, you broke it last night,” he said. “But if you don’t want to have sex again, how about you say sorry by giving me a blowjob?”
Whimpering, she bounced from one foot to the other, and then slowly got down on her knees in front of him.
“Take your shirt off,” he told her. “Tits should be bare in a blowjob.”
Blushing, she removed her top, and her bra, to bare her breasts. He got out his cock, and she leaned forward and started sucking.
He deliberately resisted cumming, wanting to make her suck for as long as he could. When he felt himself getting close, he reached out and grabbed her hair, and forced her face down on his dick, fucking the back of her throat violently as she made alarmed noises and struggled. When he was about to cum, he pulled her abruptly off his cock, and ejaculated across her face and neck. Some got in her eyes. She tried to wipe it away, and he let go of her head and grabbed her hands to stop her.
“You can leave that on your face for the rest of the day,” he said. “To remind you of what you did to me last night. Now clean my cock off, bitch.”
She did, licking him clean. Afterwards, in a small, pathetic voice, she said, “I have my wine party tonight.”
“You can clean yourself off an hour before the party, but not before,” he told her. “I’m leaving you a bottle of the alcohol neutralizer. Make sure you use it tonight.”
“I used it last night!” she protested.
“No, you didn’t,” he told her. “After the first glass you said you didn’t need it anymore, and then you got drunk and you raped me. Remember?”
She didn’t remember. But she knew she was bratty sometimes. She might have refused to use it, she supposed…
“Use it in every glass you drink tonight,” he told her. “Oh, and no, I don’t accept your apology. It wasn’t good enough. I’m going to come by tomorrow morning, and you can try again, while you tell me how your party went.”
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Of course, she wasn’t able to confess everything to him the next day, because she couldn’t remember any of it. But he didn’t need her to; he’d installed cameras in her living room on the night he’d raped her, and they’d recorded everything – how she’d got stupider and hornier with each glass, how she’d eventually done a striptease for her guests, how she’d been spit-roasted by two of the men – one cock in her anus, one in her mouth – while the rest had masturbated and passed around an empty wine bottle that they’d each ejaculated into.
They’d gone looking in Tahlia’s bedroom for a dildo to use on her, and found a pair of kitten ears from a Halloween costume, that they made her wear, and then stuffed a pair of her white panties into her ass with the end hanging out as a kind of tail. After that they’d had her lie on her back while they took turns alternately whipping her pussy with a belt, or using the dildo on it.
By that time the men were all ready to cum again, and another two fucked her – one in the mouth, one in the cunt – while the others all donated their cum to the bottle again.
After that, she’d been lying on her back, hips raised, fucking her cunt with the bottle and moaning incoherently as the 20 loads of semen within drained into her womb. Once the bottle was empty, they moved her to a squatting position, bottle still embedded in her cunt, and each of them ejaculated one final time in her mouth while the semen slowly dripped out of her fuckhole back into the bottle. When the last man had cum, they took the bottle out of her and made her drink the contents.
Bryan played the video for her, after she’d finished sucking his cock, and told her she had two choices – either she could be his fucktoy, forever, whenever he wanted, *and* repeat her performance on the video at each of the remaining nine wine parties she had scheduled… or he could distribute the video to her parents, friends, and her church community.
It wasn’t even really a hard decision for the silly little bimbo. She couldn’t bear the humiliation of showing this to her church. She was spreading her legs for him to fuck her within minutes…
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