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Madelyn did not entirely like her bedroom, either.
For one thing, she was clearly going to be sharing the room with Avery. And not just the room, but the bed – for there was only one bed, a lush four-posted canopied king-size bed, decorated with soft pink pillows in satin pillowcases.
Madelyn liked her sister – loved her, in fact – but a teenaged girl needed privacy from time to time. However, Madelyn was coming to realise that privacy would be in short supply in her new life.
Pink was the general theme of the room. The carpet was white and fluffy but the walls and furniture were decorated in various shades of pastel pink.
Madelyn liked pink as well, but in these shades and this quality it felt… infantilising.
Which was almost certainly intentional, because in every other way this was not the bedroom of a pair of teenagers, but rather the bedroom of a child. There was a large plush teddy bear in one corner – so big that it was larger than Avery – and a small collection of Barbie dolls and their clothes were scattered between its legs. There was a low table with two child-sized chairs, and on the table was paper, a colouring book, and a set of crayons. There was a child’s ball on the floor.
On the wall, spelled out in letters of colourful painted wood, were the words “MADELYN ♡ AVERY”. On the opposite wall were the words “DADDY’S GIRLS”. There was a bookcase, and Madelyn could see from here that approximately half the books on it were children’s picture books, suitable for children under the age of six, and the other half were hardcore pornographic magazines.
On one wall, up high, was a television screen, which was silently playing a children’s show. Not a modern one, but rather Princess Bright – a show that had been popular when Madelyn and Avery had been children. Madelyn could see no way to turn the screen off or change its volume or channel.
Madelyn looked at Uncle Sean in case this was some kind of a joke, although she already knew it wasn’t. She wanted to complain. In fact, she wanted to throw a tantrum, and insist that she wouldn’t cooperate with any of this, and that she wanted to go home *right now*.
But for talking back one too many times, Great-Uncle Benjamin had made Avery slap her. And when she had *really* tried to resist, back at home before getting into the car, they had used that horrid device on her, the one that overrode her brain and turned her into a slut. Under the influence of that device in Logan’s hands she had pissed into a glass in public and watched another girl drink it, she had sucked off several men in a public toilet, and she had let Logan piss into her mouth and swallowed. When Great-Uncle Benjamin had used it on her today, she had wet herself in public and then orgasmed from letting her sister play with her pussy while sucking on her pissy panties.
She didn’t want them to use that device on her again. She didn’t like the person she became. That Madelyn was a perverted, dirty slut – nothing at all like the real Madelyn. She was scared of what other nasty, degrading things she might do under the influence of the device.
So she said nothing, and accepted her demeaning new bedroom.
“I knew you girls would love it,” said Uncle Sean. “Run along in now.”
To Madelyn’s frustration, Avery *did* seem to love the room.
“Look, Madelyn,” she said. “Isn’t it pretty? And we’re going to be sharing a room! It’ll be like a holiday!”
“Now, we need to get you out of those dirty clothes that you’ve been sluts in,” said Uncle Sean. “I’ll give you some privacy for that. Just strip down, and put your clothes through the slot in the door here. Then I’ll unlock the wardrobe and you can get dressed in fresh clothes.”
Madelyn looked at the bedroom door and saw that there was indeed a slot near the floor – probably just wide enough for her to get her arm through, up to the elbow.
She also noticed that the door had a lock on it – and it locked from the outside, not the inside.
“When you’re dressed, you can start your slut diaries,” said Uncle Sean. He had brought them from the lounge room, and he placed them now on the girl’s bed, along with a pair of pens and the Polaroid cameras. “And I’ll come find you when it’s time for dinner.”
With that, he left the room, and closed the door. There was a “click” of the lock turning.
Avery immediately began to get undressed.
“Avery, what are you doing?” said Madelyn.
“Uncle Sean – I mean, daddy – he told us to get undressed,” said Avery.
“You don’t have to *do* it,” said Madelyn.
“But he’s in charge of us now,” said Avery. “The court said so. And if we’re bad girls he’ll punish us.”
“Avery, this is *wrong*,” said Madelyn. “This is perverted. Uncle Sean doesn’t have our best interests at heart. He wants to… embarrass us and be cruel to us.”
“Why would he want to do that, Maddy?” asked Avery. “He’s our uncle – or I guess, our daddy now.” She already had her top and bra off, exposing her cute tits.
“He’s messed up,” said Madelyn. “Him and Great-Uncle Benjamin both. And Logan. They’re all… perverted weirdos.”
Avery bit her lip. “Maddy,” she said, “I don’t like slapping you, but Uncle Sean will make me if you keep being difficult. *Please* be a good girl.” She pulled off her skirt and wiggled her panties down her legs.
“But…” said Madelyn.
“Maddy, what you did at the bar and in that video… pissing, giving all those boys blowjobs in the toilets… the boys I know call that ‘fatherless behaviour’,” said Avery. “Sometimes girls get slutty and wild and self-destructive when they don’t have a male role model. I’ve been trying to be a good girl without daddy, but… I’m worried about you. I know mom loves us, but… there’s a nude photo of her spreading her pussy in our hallway. I have a photo of the moment a man knocked her up with me hanging in my bedroom. I don’t think she’s a good role model, Maddy.”
Madelyn wanted to scream.
“Besides,” said Avery. “What are you going to do? Run away, and leave me here? I need you here, Maddy.”
Avery was right, in a way. Madelyn didn’t have a lot of other good options. She had to play along – for Avery’s sake, if nothing else.
“Fine,” she said, and began to undress.
She had to admit that her sister was incredibly beautiful in the nude. Avery’s smaller tits were still more than enough to fill a bra, but they sometimes made Madelyn self-conscious about her own much larger boobs. She felt slutty, by comparison to her sister.
Madelyn had to admit she was grateful to remove the wet panties, and then to pull the skirt out of her cunt. Her pussy felt strangely empty without it.
When they were both nude, Madelyn pushed their clothes through the slot in the door, and then went to the wardrobe.
The door wouldn’t open. It was magnetically locked, somehow.
“Uncle Sean,” she called, “I mean… daddy. Can you open the wardrobe?”
“Why don’t you take your photos for the slut diary, girls, and then I’ll open it?” came the reply from through the door. “Just tell me when you’re done.”
Avery practically bounced. “Do me first!” she said.
“Do you really *want* to be photographed nude?” asked Madelyn.
“It’s just for us,” said Avery. “And it’s to help you get better. Come on, it’ll be fun!”
Uncle Sean had said the first photo in each diary needed to be a full-body nude photo. Avery pouted cutely as Madelyn picked up the camera and snapped an instant picture of her naked sister. When the photo printed from the camera, Madelyn set it aside to auto-develop.
“Now your pussy,” she said.
Avery sat on the bed and spread her legs, and then used her fingers to spread her pussy open. It was an incredibly lewd position and Madelyn felt uncomfortable with it, even though Avery was still beaming with innocent delight.
Every Avery’s clitoris looked cuter than Madelyn’s. It wasn’t fair.
She took the photo.
“Your turn!” said Avery.
Madelyn stood in front of Avery awkwardly as Avery took the camera.
“Not like that,” said Avery. “Come on, you’re an influencer. Do a pose!”
Instinctively, Madelyn moved her right arm under her tits to lift them and pull them together, and used her left hand to give the V-for-victory sign.
Avery snapped the picture.
“Now your pussy!” she said.
Madelyn really didn’t like this, but she had come this far. She sat on the bed, and parted her legs, and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips.
Avery took the photo.
When the photos were developed, and Madelyn looked at them, she felt a wave of dizziness.
There was something awful about them. Two pairs of photos, showing two sisters. In one photo, a vibrant, happy, nude young woman – and in the other, a wet pink hole. Somehow it felt like everything that Madelyn was, all of her identity and personality, had been reduced to a lewd spread fuckhole designed to make cocks ejaculate into it.
She felt like she might cry.
“Hey, hey, Maddy, it’s okay,” said Avery. She came over and wrapped her arms around her sister, pressing her bare tits against Madelyn’s side.
And when Madelyn turned to look at Avery, Avery kissed her.
Not a chaste, sisterly kiss, but a long, passionate lover’s kiss. Avery’s tongue pushed into Madelyn’s mouth, and in her confused, desperate, miserable state, Madelyn allowed it. It felt good to receive affection from someone that she trusted absolutely. And after a moment, she met Avery’s tongue with her own, and kissed her sister back.
She felt her pussy getting wet as she kissed, and she hated it. She hated that she was getting aroused by her own sister. She hated herself, and she hated her body.
But she didn’t hate Avery. And so she let the kiss go on.
When Avery finally broke it off, she smiled, and said, “Practicing, right? Because we’re supposed to do this a couple of times a day.”
Madelyn shook her head. “It’s wrong, Avery,” she said. “This is Uncle Sean messing with us.”
“Why is it wrong?” said Avery. “I just want to make you happy. And it feels good. And it’s not like it’s hurting anyone.”
“Sisters shouldn’t kiss,” said Madelyn. “It’s… slutty. And besides, we’re not lesbians.”
Avery didn’t seem like she agreed with any of what Madelyn had just said.
“Well, we have to,” Avery replied. “And we can either feel good about it, or feel dirty and ashamed, and I don’t want to feel dirty and ashamed. You’re my *sister* and I love you, Madelyn. Can’t we just enjoy this, seeing as we have to do it anyway?”
Madelyn could feel the edge of hurt in Avery’s voice. If Madelyn told Avery that she was slutty and dirty for wanting to kiss, Avery would ultimately believe her. Avery looked up to her big sister in every way. But where would that get them? Uncle Sean would still make them kiss, and then Avery would just feel like a disgusting slut every time it happened. And it would be Madelyn’s fault, in a way.
She sighed.
“No, you’re right,” she said. “It feels good, and it’s not dirty unless we make it dirty. I love you, sis, and I guess if we have to kiss anyway we can at least enjoy it.”
Avery beamed. “That’s good!” she giggled. “Because I *really* like kissing you.” She bit her lip, and added, “That thing I did for you in the car… I didn’t mind that either, you know.”
The thing in the car had been masturbation. Avery had rubbed Madelyn’s clit until Madelyn had orgasmed. Madelyn was pretty sure that definitely *was* slutty, on both their parts.
“You did it well,” Madelyn conceded. “It felt good. And I’m glad it was you rather than Uncle Sean.”
Avery gasped at the idea of Uncle Sean playing with Madelyn’s pussy, and blushed.
Madelyn turned to the door. “We’re done with the photos, daddy.”
“Good girls,” came the response. And there was a click, as the wardrobe unlocked.
Madelyn ran to see what was in the wardrobe – and was immediately disappointed by the results. The only things inside was an elaborate set of white lingerie, complete with stockings, garter belt, and a little white ribbon to go in a girl’s hair – and a single thin oversized T-shirt with the words “DADDY’S GIRL” on it.
“Daddy,” called out Madelyn, “there’s only one set of clothes in here.”
But there was no response. Uncle Sean had left.
And in her heart, Madelyn knew that there was no mistake.
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