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When Danny and Bianca got home, he unleashed her.
“You can go get dressed,” he told her.
She looked around. She hadn’t lived in the family mansion since she’d left school.
“Do you even have any women’s clothes here?” she said.
“Sure,” he said. “Your old bedroom’s upstairs, I’m pretty sure there’s still stuff in the closet.”
He went to his own room as Bianca went to dress, trying to think through what had just happened.
He was going to be on Guess the Cunt. With his sister.
His hot, buxom, bratty, sexy sister.
It was too good to be true.
“Danny!” shrieked Bianca suddenly from upstairs. “Absolutely not!”
He got up, and went up to Bianca’s room to see what the problem was.
He found her dressed in one of her private school uniforms – except it made her look like a fuckdoll.
For one thing, the skirt was too short. It barely came down below her cunt.
That was Danny’s fault. He remembered doing it after Bianca had moved out – cutting all her skirts short with a pair of scissors as a form of payback against his bitchy sister. At that time he’d never thought she’d actually try and wear them again.
And the button-up shirt was bulging lewdly over her tits – and there was clearly no bra beneath it, as he could see Bianca’s nipples poking through the fabric.
“I can’t wear this!” Bianca protested.
“You clearly can,” said Danny. “You’re wearing it now. Isn’t there anything else?”
“Just my cheerleader outfits,” said Bianca. “I took everything I might actually wear with me.” She blushed. “I didn’t even leave any underwear here, except for a couple of bras… and I’ve… grown, a bit. They don’t fit me.”
The underwear was Danny’s fault too. Bianca had actually left about twenty pairs of panties in the house, but Danny had used them as cumrags to masturbate into, and then thrown them out.
“It’ll be fine,” said Danny. “There’s only me in the house, and it’s not like you’re allowed to leave.”
“Danny,” hissed Bianca. “I don’t have any panties. And all the skirts are too short.”
“So order some on the internet,” he said. “Anyway, is this really what you’re worried about?”
She looked at him. “Am I worried about you perving on my body? Of course I am, you little shit.”
“I’m 21,” said Danny. “I’m taller than you, and I have far more of our parents’ money left than you. Do I have to start slapping you, like that lady at the detention centre?”
She laughed. “I’d like to see you try.”
He considered doing it – slapping her. But she had always been able to hold her own in fights. Right now he had some measure of authority. Did he want to abandon it by sacrificing his dignity to a slap-fight he might lose?
He tried a different tack.
“Bianca, do you understand what you were in the detention centre for?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Some government bullshit. ‘Guess the Cunt,’ or whatever.”
“It’s a gameshow, Bianca,” he told her. “One where I’ll have to fuck you.”
She blinked. “Fuck me?”
“Put my cock in your cunt, without seeing your face, and guess whether it’s you,” said Danny.
“You can’t fuck me,” said Bianca. “I’m your sister.”
“I promise you that the government does not care,” said Danny. “Modern pre-natal gene therapy means there’s no pressing reason to worry about incest, and it’s much more interested in teaching women that there’s literally no male who it’s not their duty to fuck.”
“What are you talking about?” she said.
His sister’s ignorance was embarrassing.
“Look,” he said, “about 10 years ago – a little while after the government defeated the Feminist Terrorists and took control – there was a lot of concern about men’s overall happiness ratings, and at the same time a lot of concern about women choosing to have less children. So the Sexual Entertainment Network was created, which is a streaming service that delivers hundreds of television shows and movies aimed at demonstrating appropriate gender relations between men and women. Women are chosen to star on it by lottery, and when your number comes up you’ll be assigned to a show where you will – generally – be non-consensually fucked, with a strong chance of impregnation.”
“Why didn’t I know that?” asked Bianca.
“Because you’re a dumb bitch who doesn’t pay attention to anything except clothes, drink and drugs,” said Danny, “and because mom and dad were feminists and they sheltered you from it.”
He paused, and then said, “Actually, women have a legal obligation to watch six hours of Sexual Entertainment a week. How have you not been doing that? The government should have sent you a letter.”
“Oh, mom got me a medical exemption from sexual education ages back,” said Bianca. “It probably covers that.”
Danny shook his head in despair. “I’m going to get that cancelled,” he said. “We could get into trouble if you’re found to have a fake exemption – and now that you’re going to be on Guess the Cunt, they’ll probably check. You need to watch at least six hours of the network every week, Bianca.”
He pointed downstairs, to the lounge room. “Why don’t you go downstairs and start by watching Guess the Cunt, so you know what I’m talking about?”
Biana pouted, and tugged anxiously at her too-short skirt. “Can’t I borrow some of your underwear?”
“You absolutely cannot,” said Danny. “Go.”
She flounced downstairs.
But only a few minutes later she was whining again.
“Danny!” she said. “The TV won’t stay on!”
He came into the lounge room, and sighed.
“Don’t you know anything, Bianca?” he asked.
“What am I supposed to know?” she said.
“See that camera above the TV?” he said. “That detects who’s watching . It can identify that you’re you, Bianca Kellett, and that you’re female.”
“So?” said Bianca.
“So you have to expose your tits and pussy, and rub your cunt while you watch, otherwise it will turn off,” said Danny.
“I’m not doing that!” objected Bianca.
“You have to,” said Danny. “Otherwise you’ll end up on criminal charges, when you don’t hit your weekly requirement for two weeks in a row. I’ll leave the room to give you privacy.”
“Why do I have to do that?” said Bianca.
“It’s to ensure that you’re taking in the education,” said Danny. “Men watch the network for fun, but women watch it to learn. It’s good role-modelling. You need to keep looking at the screen, and rub your pussy, or it will shut off.”
He left again – and soon he heard the sounds of Guess the Cunt coming from the lounge, so he guessed that Bianca had done as she was told.
He didn’t need to guess, though. He’d installed security cameras in his house. All he had to go was go to his computer and load the feed and…
There was his sexy, bratty sister Bianca, with her school shirt unbuttoned and her large tits on display, and her skirt pulled up to her waist, and her hand slowly rubbing her clit as she watched women being objectified and raped on Guess the Cunt.
He took out his cock and stroked it as he watched his sister masturbate like a slut. And when he felt himself about to cum, he took an empty glass from beside his computer desk and used it to catch his cum.
He would feed that to Bianca later, in a sandwich, and tell her it was mayonnaise. She wouldn’t notice. It was a trick he had been doing for years, as payback for her bitchy behaviour. Almost every one of Danny’s ejaculations while they had lived together had gone into Bianca’s mouth, one way or another. And since she left the house he had been sending her “breast care skin cream” for birthdays and Christmases, which was also made up purely of his cum, with a little preservative and perfume mixed in. She had gushed about how good it had been for her skin, never guessing that she had been rubbing her brother’s cum into her tits every day.
Danny had begun to wonder whether he’d get away with giving her “vagina care cream” to rub into her pussy, with the same ingredients…
He noted with pleasure that although Bianca didn’t orgasm while watching Guess the Cunt, she was showing signs of very real arousal by the time it was done.
When he heard the sounds from the TV stop, he went to the kitchen and made Biana a cum sandwich, then called out, “Are you dressed?”
“Yes,” she called back, after a moment.
He went in, and indeed her tits were back in her shirt, and her skirt was down and her legs were closed.
He passed her the sandwich without a word, and Bianca took a big bite of the ham, bread and cum without commenting.
“So…” he said.
“It’s so gross,” said Bianca. She wasn’t talking about the cum sandwich, which she seemed to be enjoying, but rather the TV show.
“It’s hot,” said Danny. “And you’re going to be on it. With four other girls I know, probably. You saw what we have to do?”
“You have to be able to identify my body… by my…” said Bianca, before trailing off.
“By fucking you,” said Danny. “And other things.”
“Yes,” said Bianca. “The man on the show got other clues. He got to grope each girl’s tits while blindfolded. He got to put his… his dick into their mouths. And they read out each girl’s most humiliating fantasy. One girl… she wanted to fuck an animal.” Bianca paused. “How did they know?”
“That mind probe they had on you,” said Danny. “They’ll know all your sexual fantasies.”
“They just read my mind?” said Bianca, twisting her nose.
“Just your sexuality,” said Danny. “Sexual thoughts are… louder. Machines can pick them up – but not other thoughts. Yet.”
He thought for a moment. “You know, you could just tell me your most humiliating fantasy. Then I’ll know which one’s you, on the show.”
She made a face. “No,” she said.
“I’ll hear it anyway, on the show,” he said. “You may as well. What is it? Do you want to be raped? Do you want to drink piss?”
She went red. “Fuck you,” she said. “No. I can’t tell you.”
He shrugged. “You know, there are no consequences for me if I don’t guess right,” he said. “I mean, I miss out on the sex slaves and the money, but I don’t end up worse than when I started. It’s you who should be worried. Do you want to appear on Beat the Bitch? Do you want to be sold into sex slavery?”
She shivered – and for a moment there was a look of real fear in her eyes.
It was sexy.
“But you’ll know which one’s me, right?” she said. “I’m your sister.”
“Bianca,” he said, “I’ve never even seen your tits before today, let alone had my dick in your cunt. How on Earth am I supposed to tell which cunt is you?”
He looked at her – and then he got up, and went to his bedroom.
And waited.
It took a little longer than he thought, but not as long as he feared. Ninety minutes. Maybe two hours.
Then there was a knock at his door.
“Come in,” he said.
It was Bianca, of course. She stood nervously in his doorway.
“What?” he said.
Blushing, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, and pulled it open, to expose her tits.
“You should… you should look at these,” she said. “So you can recognise them.”
He very much did want to look at them, but…
“Weren’t you paying attention to the show?” he asked her. “I’ll be blindfolded. I have to identify them by feel.”
Her blush deepened.
“Fine,” she said. “Then you should… feel them.”
That was more like it.
“Okay,” said Danny. “Then get over here, and let me feel your udders.”
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