[The Lewd Life of Sisters][Author Unknown]

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I live here every day. When did my sister become my "master"? I've forgotten. When did we start living here? It seems like it's been seven or eight years, but it also feels like only three or five weeks. What kind of place is this? My sister once said it was a basement in the house, but I can't remember anything else. But it doesn't matter, I won't be going outside anyway. Nothing is related to me except my master.

My master hasn't come back yet. Waiting for my master to come home is one of my daily tasks. It's also the loneliest time of the day. Every morning before my master leaves, he ties me up tightly. He ties me up in all sorts of ways. Sometimes he's clothed, sometimes he's naked, sometimes his legs are together, sometimes they're spread wide. And sometimes, he stuffs one or two vibrators full of batteries into my vagina and anus, and leaves them on all day. By the time my sister comes back, I've already passed out from countless orgasms, my vaginal fluids soaking through the two layers of blankets beneath me.

Today, although it was just a simple matter of binding my legs in an "M" shape, and nothing else was inserted into my vagina, my mistress had given me two large cups of orange juice mixed with her urine before leaving this morning. She even jokingly told me that I could only urinate in front of her after she returned, and that if I wet the blankets on the floor when she came back, she would make me have an enema before her next time.

The feeling of being bound and waiting all day after an enema was unbearable. Enemas are supposed to be very comfortable; my sister and I both enjoyed them and did them almost every day. But if you held it in for too long, it was a different story. My stomach ached as if it were being torn apart, and my anus was under immense pressure from my lower abdomen; my muscles were so sore and numb I couldn't feel anything.

We only did this once, and that day, she even put a plug in my anus. If my sister hadn't come back early, I was in so much pain I almost wanted to bite my tongue off and commit suicide. From then on, this "long-duration enema" became a form of "torture" my mistress used to punish me.

Today it wasn't an enema, but holding my urine.

I drank two large glasses of water. It was fine in the morning, but by noon, the urge to urinate surged. I held it until the afternoon, feeling my bladder completely full, swollen and distended, as if a balloon had been stuffed into my stomach. My urethra was bright red and throbbing uncontrollably. All my strength was focused on my lower abdomen, fighting against the urge to urinate. My teeth were clenched tightly, my pale lips trembled, and sweat poured down my body.

I silently calculated the time, knowing my sister would be back soon. Victory was in sight, and I kept encouraging myself.

Finally, my master returned. A series of hurried footsteps came from the doorway, the sound of someone running downstairs, growing louder as they approached. This sound was the most familiar and anticipated sound of my day. With its arrival, my master's daily torment and pampering were about to begin again. *Click*, the door opened. Bathed in my expectant and adoring gaze, my master walked in with a smile.

This was my master, my sister, a beautiful young woman of nineteen (my age was the same, of course), radiating youthful energy. She was naturally beautiful, breathtakingly so, with delicate features that rivaled any female celebrity. Her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her lips like cherries, her skin fair, translucent, soft, and smooth. Her eyes were large and bright, sparkling like two shining gems. Her figure was graceful and slender.

After entering, my master turned and closed the door. She looked at me, bound and lying motionless on the floor, seeing me sweating profusely and pleading. She couldn't help but laugh.

"My little darling, were you going to wait for me obediently today?"

"Ugh, uh-huh,"

I managed to groan, only a few simple moans escaping from my gag-filled mouth.

My master smiled seductively at me for a moment, knowing I was about to burst.

"Good sister, wait a little longer, I'm coming!" With that, the master began unbuttoning her clothes, quickly stripping herself naked.

From childhood, the master called me "sister," and even after becoming my master, she continued to affectionately call me "sister, sister," never changing her address.

When I asked her about it, she said, "You were always my sister." So, I called my younger sister "master" and myself "servant." And the master called her sex slave "sister."

The master and I rarely wore clothes; the room was always warm, and apart from the dog collar I wore around my neck, which I never took off, we were completely naked.

Once naked, it was clear that my sister and I were indeed twins splitting from the same egg; we were completely identical, except for a slight difference in our facial features. The master was more lively and spirited, while I was more demure and submissive.

However, anyone who sees us can immediately tell us apart; we have one major difference! That is—the master has complete limbs, while I have no hands! Not just hands, my entire arm was amputated! Starting from the shoulder, there's nothing below. Where the arm used to be connected, there's only a small pink scar, but it's practically invisible unless you look closely. I wasn't born disabled. Before, when my arm was still there, I loved masturbating, doing it every day, but ever since… well, we'll talk about that later! I can't hold it in any longer! I'm about to burst from holding my pee!

"Good sister, let me help you take the gag out, okay?"

After the master undressed, she came over and knelt down beside me, gently stroking my long, black hair while sticking out her tongue to gently suck up the saliva that had dripped from the gag from my face, licking it clean.

Then, the master untied the straps binding the back of my head and took the gag out of my mouth.

"Master, Master," I could finally speak.

My little mouth, gagged all day, was a bit numb, and I stammered, unable to speak.

The gag was covered in my saliva, dripping down. My master quickly opened his mouth, catching it all, then stuck out his tongue and carefully licked the gag clean, sucking up all my saliva and savoring it.

"Master! I...I need to pee!" I pleaded, my face flushed with shame. As my master's sex slave and pet, I couldn't urinate or defecate without orders. "Please, Master, let me pee!" I'd been holding it in all day, and although saying the word "pee" was incredibly embarrassing, I couldn't hold it in any longer!

"Hehe, sister's been holding it in all day, almost at her limit, huh?" My master grinned lewdly, a grin that didn't resemble that of a nineteen-year-old girl at all, but rather that of a lecherous middle-aged man.

My mistress looked at me for a while, then said, "Alright, then I'll let you pee. But don't ruin it."

To my surprise, she agreed so readily, which put my mind at ease.

She probably realized I really couldn't take it anymore. She still loves me very much and would never do anything to make me suffer excessively (except for one or two times), after all, she's my own sister.

She helped me sit up straight, without untying the ropes binding me, and leaned in to kiss me, saying, "Okay, sister, start peeing." Then she lowered her head, bringing her face between my tightly bound legs, and opened her mouth to tightly suck on my labia, gently licking them.

Her tongue, hot and soft, was inside my labia, constantly wriggling at the urethra. A wave of tingling pleasure washed over my whole body, and my lower abdomen suddenly felt weak and began to tremble slightly.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. The tingling and numb sensation grew stronger and stronger, mixing with the urge to urinate that I was trying to suppress, assaulting my vagina. "Master, this servant is about to come!" My voice trembled.

"Hmm," Master hummed, pressing his mouth even closer to my vagina and forcefully inserting his tongue into my vagina.

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