My slave sister

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"Oh, oh, Master, Master, oh..."

Under the bright lights, in the steamy bathroom, a naked beauty was bent over, her round, pert buttocks raised high to receive the assault of a tall man. Her slender hands were handcuffed to the bathroom pipes with gleaming cuffs; her translucent fingers clenched tightly in her palms, seemingly enduring immense pain, yet momentarily relaxing with a soft moan. Her long chestnut hair, wet from the water, cascaded down her delicate, pale neck, a few stray strands clinging to her pretty face, making her appear even more pitiful and endearing.

Clear water sprayed from the showerhead, splashing onto her white, bare back, creating droplets like pearls scattered on a jade plate. Two shapely, firm legs stretched taut to accommodate the thrusting of the tall man behind her, even her delicate, slender feet were forced to rise high, only her toes touching the ground. Her pearly toes trembled slightly from the excessive force, making one want to pick them up and cherish them.

This beautiful woman was my older sister, Jiang Yan, and I was her younger brother, Jiang Long, enjoying her incredibly alluring body from behind.

I held my sister's slender waist with one hand, my thick penis moving in and out of her warm vagina, my pelvis slamming against her full buttocks, creating waves of flesh. In the heat of the moment, I raised my hand and slapped my sister Jiang Yan's buttocks hard. With a crisp crack, my sister immediately let out a soft moan.

"How is it, my dear sister? Is it good?"

"Mmm, mmm, so good, oh, it's so good! Oh, Master, Master's big cock is so amazing. I can't take it anymore, oh, oh, I want to be your slave for life, forever for Master's enjoyment. Ah, ah, oh—" With a long moan as my sister stretched her neck, her whole body trembled, the tender flesh inside her vagina tightly gripping my cock, a stream of hot fluid spraying onto my large glans. I also shuddered, my whole body covered in goosebumps from the pleasure, and finally couldn't hold back, ejaculating all my semen into my sister's uterus.

After the passion subsided, I held my sister in my arms, gently nibbling her delicate earlobe, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm. My sister caught her breath and said gently, "Good little brother, I'll be your slave for life." I smiled wickedly in her ear and said, "Hmph, what nonsense are you spouting, you lowly slave? Whether I make you my slave or not depends entirely on my mood. Making you my slave is a reward!" My sister blushed and nestled in my arms, saying shyly, "Then this lowly slave thanks you for the reward, Master."

(II)

To explain how my beautiful sister became my sex slave, we have to start from the beginning. My sister and I lived in H City. My father was the deputy director of the H City Public Security Bureau, and my mother worked at the Civil Affairs Bureau. Our family was quite well-off. My sister, Jiang Yan, was four years older than me. From a young age, she excelled in both academics and character, possessed an outstanding temperament, and had a pure and lovely face. She was a rare beauty in H City. Although I couldn't compare to my sister's looks and character, I had practiced martial arts with my father since childhood, and my tall and strong physique was quite impressive.

My sister's dream was to become a teacher, and after the college entrance examination, she applied to a normal university. After my sister graduated from university, her dream of becoming a teacher should have been easily within our parents' reach. But she insisted on applying herself and making her dream a reality.

That year, I finished my college entrance exams and was admitted to H University in our city, while my sister was busy with her job applications.

With nothing to do, I would flip through my secretly collected pornographic magazines in my room, and when the mood struck, I'd have sex with my "five-handed girl"

(a euphemism for masturbation). To be honest, with my looks, finding a girl wouldn't be a piece of cake, but the ones in front of me were definitely within my grasp. However, seeing my stunning sister every day, ordinary women no longer caught my eye. Therefore, I preferred to keep my "five-handed girl" company, occasionally fantasizing about her alluring body for my own amusement.

That night, I hid in my room naked, flipping through pornographic magazines with one hand and masturbating my thick, hard penis with the other, when unexpectedly, my sister suddenly pushed open the door. She was wearing a gray uniform skirt and a white shirt, looking exceptionally mature and sexy. A pair of flesh-colored stockings tightly hugged her long, slender legs, further accentuating her tall figure. Her long chestnut hair was tied into a braid at the back of her head, exuding a quiet and rustic beauty. A pair of small pink-rimmed glasses perched on her delicate, fair nose, giving her a pure and lovely yet intellectual beauty.

My sister rushed into my room excitedly, holding a bright red employment certificate in her hand. It turned out she had just received an offer from H University Affiliated High School and had finally achieved her dream of becoming a teacher. After excitedly dressing up and showing off to our parents, she ran to tell me the good news, bursting in without knocking in her excitement.

When my sister saw me masturbating, her excitement turned to shock, and her small mouth opened wide, about to scream. Fortunately, I was quick and agile, and the bed was close to the door. I immediately rushed forward and covered my sister's mouth with my hand, slamming the door shut with a loud "bang." Hearing the noise, Mom asked,

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Long? What are you two doing?" "Ah, no, nothing," I hurriedly replied.

My sister was startled by my sudden action and struggled frantically, dropping her precious engagement letter to the floor.

I panicked too, and quickly pushed her down onto the bed. My sister was also frightened and struggled incessantly, trying to break free from me. I lost my composure at that moment, and in my haste, I grabbed a piece of cloth and stuffed it into my sister's cherry-like mouth. Then I grabbed my undershirt and belt from the side and tied them around her slender hands and feet.

My sister was now completely subdued, lying obediently on the bed without moving, just staring at me with her two big, watery eyes in panic. I breathed a sigh of relief after tying my sister to the bed, but my heart immediately jumped again. Originally, given my good relationship with my sister, it wouldn't have been a problem to ask her to keep it a secret, but now I had tied her up in a daze, and I didn't know if she would forgive me.

I stared blankly at my sister, who was tied to the bed, feeling completely lost. Then I realized that her mouth was stuffed with my underwear that I had just taken off! I thought, "This is terrible! Having my underwear in her mouth is awful!"

But then a strange pleasure welled up inside me. My sister's beautiful mouth holding my dirty underwear—I'd probably never see this again. Thinking this, my penis, which had gone limp from my sister's sudden intrusion, became erect again.

I didn't care what to do anymore; my eyes were just scanning my sister's sexy body. I guess that's what they call "the lustful heart never dies, and lust returns." My sister was lying on the bed, her hands tied behind her back, her disheveled hair half-covering her face, her once beautiful face filled with panic. The two buttons on her bra were also undone, revealing half of her smooth, white breast beneath her pure white bra. Her grey uniform skirt was slightly rolled up, revealing a glimpse of her white panties at the base of her fair thighs, like a shy beauty peeking at the world outside. Lost in

my own world, I stared at my sister, who was tied to the bed, my breathing growing heavier, my head spinning, and my erection throbbing. I felt an overwhelming urge to pounce on her and have my way with her. My sister noticed my unease and quickly curled up to cover herself. Her pretty face flushed crimson, and she tried to call my name, but with my panties stuffed in her mouth, she only managed two soft "oohs."

I snapped back to reality, took a few deep breaths to calm my desire, and hurriedly grabbed a pair of shorts to put on. I crouched down in front of my sister and said cautiously, "Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

Promise me you won't yell and I'll let you go."

My sister nodded hurriedly, and I then took the underwear out of her mouth. Afraid she'd recognize it as my underwear, I tossed it into a corner of the room. My sister took a couple of deep breaths and said, "You little rascal, you've learned to bully your sister now! Let me go!" Hearing her slightly reproachful tone, I knew she wasn't really angry, so I said, "No, you have to promise you won't tell Mom and Dad this time."

My sister rolled her eyes at me and said, "Okay, I promise I won't tell anyone." I smiled and said, "No, you have to pinky swear with me!" My sister glared at me angrily and said, "You! My hands are tied up, how can I pinky swear with you?" After saying that, my sister and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

(III)

Because my sister and I have always had a very good relationship, and my sister believed that I had no ill intentions, the incident of tying my sister up was left unresolved. However, the alluring figure of my sister tied to the bed always lingered in my mind, and every time I masturbated, I couldn't help but fantasize about tying my sister to the bed and having a good time with her. Originally, I thought this was just a dream that could never come true, but unexpectedly, a month later, this beautiful dream actually came true.

That afternoon, I was playing games in the room when I suddenly heard my sister calling me over. Although I was confused, I paused the game and went to my sister's door, knocking. She replied, "Xiaolong, the door is locked. Just use the key." All the doors in the house were locked, and the spare key was in the TV cabinet drawer.

Although I wondered why she wouldn't open the door for me, I still got the spare key and opened her door.

I pushed the door open and was immediately startled by what I saw. My sister was lying on the bed, her clothes disheveled and her face flushed, her hands tied behind her back to the headboard with a rope. I was shocked, thinking, "Has someone broken in and raped my sister?" But seeing that the doors and windows in her room were all tidy, it didn't seem like anyone had come in, which only fueled my suspicions.

Seeing my bewildered expression, my sister blushed and said, "Xiaolong, quickly help me untie the rope, my hands can't take it anymore." I snapped out of my daze and hurriedly went to check my sister's hands. I saw that her delicate wrists were tightly bound by the rope, and her once fair hands were now somewhat bluish. The knotting technique was the "bottle knot" my dad had taught me before. Apparently, it was a method used to tie up criminals in the past; once it was in place, it was fine if the girl didn't struggle, but the more she struggled, the tighter it became.

I was shocked and quickly untied the knot. While rubbing my sister's hands, which were numb from lack of blood flow, I asked with concern, "Sis, who the hell did this? I'll beat him up for you!" My sister blushed deeply, turned her head away, and stammered, "No, no need, it's nothing." I persisted, "Sis, don't be afraid, I'm here! Just tell me and I'll beat him to a pulp! If all else fails, there's Dad; he'll be in big trouble if he gets caught!" My sister then said hesitantly, "Xiaolong, you, don't talk nonsense, please don't tell Dad. It was, it was my sister who tied it herself."

"Huh?!" I stared at my sister, my mouth agape, feeling utterly incredulous.

My sister turned to me and said seriously, "Xiaolong, I'm telling you everything, but you can't laugh at me, and you can't tell anyone else, or I won't be able to live." I solemnly swore an oath, and only then did my sister tell me the whole story.

It turned out that ever since I tied her up last time, the masochistic side of my sister had begun to awaken.

That day, after returning to her room, my sister couldn't calm down for a long time. Her mind kept replaying how I had gagged her, how I had pinned her down on the bed, and how I had tied her hands and feet so she couldn't move. The events replayed in her mind again and again, and the strange pleasure made her unable to stop. That night, my sister kept fantasizing about being tied up and conquered by me, and finally ended this fantasy that made her both ashamed and happy with a wanton masturbation.

My sister herself didn't expect that she was actually a masochist at heart. From then on, my sister's desires became uncontrollable. Every day she fantasized about being tied up and raped by a strong man, and finally being completely conquered by him, body and soul. The object of her fantasy was most likely her younger brother, Jiang Long. To satisfy her illicit desires, the older sister devised a method: tying a rope to the headboard, with a bottle-shaped knot at the other end.

When she wanted to masturbate, she would tie her hands behind her back, gently insert them into the rope, and then place a pillow between her legs, rubbing herself while fantasizing about being tied to the bed and raped, reaching orgasm before gently freeing herself. This was how she satisfied her masochistic fantasies.

This time, however, she never expected that because her masturbation was too vigorous, she accidentally pulled the bottle-shaped knot too tight, and when she tried to free herself, she couldn't, making it even tighter. It was already afternoon, and if her parents came home and found her like this, the house would be in chaos. Plus, her hands were so uncomfortable from being tied, so she had no choice but to call me for help.

Sigh, to come up with such a bizarre method, I really don't know if my sister is too clever or too stupid.

After my sister haltingly recounted what had happened, her two large, watery eyes looked at me, tears welling up in them. "Xiaolong, do you think I'm shameful, very... very lewd? Do you hate me?" As she spoke, her small nose reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

I hugged her tightly, excitedly saying, "How could I? My sister is so cute, how could I hate her?"

My sister wiped away her tears, asking stammeringly, "Really?" Looking at her tear-streaked face, I could no longer suppress my impulse. Without answering her, I simply thrust myself forward, pressing her tightly beneath me. My sister asked in a panic, "Xiaolong, what are you doing?" I said wickedly, panting, "Of course I'm going to rape you, my dear sister!" My sister visibly trembled when she heard me say the word "rape," and after a moment she said softly, "No, don't do this, Xiaolong. Please, I'm your sister!" Based on my understanding of my sister over the years, these two sentences were just an excuse for her to refuse. At this moment, I could completely interpret it from the opposite perspective. Thinking of this, I grabbed my sister's wrist, took the rope, and tied her up again, saying, "Hmph, I said it's rape, whether you want it or not is not up to you!"

I was afraid that my sister's hands, which had just warmed up, couldn't withstand the binding, so I only lightly tied her to the headboard with the rope. If my sister wanted to break free, she could easily escape, but she only whispered "Help!" twice, her voice was almost like a mosquito's buzz. Now I was even bolder, and I took off my underwear and stuffed it into her cherry-like mouth in front of my sister.

My sister's face was flushed, and she made soft "woo-woo" sounds, her body twisting back and forth. I could no longer restrain myself. I forcefully spread her legs and roughly ripped off her white panties. Between the lush pubic hair, two pink labia were already glistening with dewdrops. I leaned down and licked the nectar, finding it sweet and sour, even better than fruit juice. I parted her labia, revealing a thin membrane covering the pink flesh, revealing only a crescent-shaped opening. I knew my sister was still a virgin, but I hadn't expected her to be so beautiful, even

her hymen was so alluring. Looking at that thin hymen, my penis involuntarily grew even larger. I placed her white panties on the bed and, imitating what I'd seen in porn, rubbed my penis against her vulva a few times. My sister trembled with tension. Without further ado, I took a deep breath and thrust my hips forward, my thick penis finally breaking through the barrier and entering my sister's warm, moist cavity. At that moment, I felt the hot, wet flesh squeezing my penis from all sides; the sensation almost made me ejaculate immediately. I quickly took a few more deep breaths to calm myself, and then began to vigorously thrust inside my sister, each stroke reaching her soft cervix before stopping.

My sister's eyes were tightly closed, and with each thrust, she let out muffled moans, seemingly enjoying herself immensely. I reached out and covered my sister's two white, tender breasts, feeling them tremble with my impact. My sister seemed to be reaching her peak as well, her two silk-stockinged legs raised high, tightly wrapped around my waist. I reached out and grabbed my sister's calves, lifting her legs to my chest. I grasped her ankles and rubbed her silk-stockinged feet back and forth against my chest, feeling the soft, silky touch.

I thrust in and out for a while longer, feeling I couldn't hold on any longer. I grabbed one of my sister's silk-stockinged feet and bit it, then thrust my hips forward with all my might, pressing my glans tightly against her cervix, ejaculating my white semen into her warm womb. My sister, stimulated by this impact, let out a muffled groan and reached a joyful climax.

I rested on top of my sister for a moment before getting up and pulling out my penis. By then, my sister had slowly recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm. I picked up the white panties stained with her virgin blood that were under her, and looked at the bright red "plum blossom" on them, laughing triumphantly, "Haha, my good sister, this is the slave contract you signed with me. From today onwards, I am your only master, and everything about you, including your body and soul, belongs only to me!" My sister made a series of "ooh" sounds, and I then remembered that my panties were still stuffed in her mouth. I took out the panties and stroked my sister's face while asking, "How was it, my little slave girl? Did your master make you feel good?"

My sister blushed and said, "You're so annoying! Who, who is your slave!?" Just then, we heard the sound of the security door opening outside. My sister and I both knew that our parents had returned. My sister hurriedly pleaded, "Quick, good brother, let me go, don't let Mom and Dad see." I smiled slightly and said, "What did you call me? What did you mean?"

My sister bit her lip and said shyly, "Good, good master, please let me go." I excitedly kissed my sister's lips hard before untying the ropes on her hands. I calmly put on my clothes, which were actually just shorts and a t-shirt, and put away the special "slave contract" before walking confidently into the living room to cover for my sister. After all, my little slave girl probably needed to be properly dressed before she could be seen in public.

(IV)

From that time on, my sister became my slave. Whenever it was just the two of us alone, she would always call me "master, master" in a coquettish tone. It seemed that she also enjoyed this relationship. While I would call her "slave girl" or "bitch" when I wanted to tease her, I mostly called her "sister." This sibling-like, master-slave relationship is what excites me most; after all, not everyone gets to experience incest with their beautiful older sister.

Whenever it's just my sister and me at home, our rape drama unfolds as scheduled, and each time my sister and I experience intense satisfaction. Sometimes I want to try other things, but given our limited resources and the need to avoid my parents' discovery, we're always restricted.

This situation only changed last year. My dad bought me a four-bedroom apartment near H University for my convenience at school, saying it was also a future wedding home. I was overjoyed; finally, I had a place where I could openly be intimate with my slave sister.

After the apartment was renovated, my sister moved in with me, citing convenience for work, since H University and the affiliated high school of H University are right next to each other. My parents were also happy to have some peace and quiet, and so my cohabitation with my slave sister began.

Now my sister and I have this private space, and many things we wanted to do but couldn't before can now be done. On the first day of moving into our new home, to celebrate, I decided to explore my sister's anus. As my personal slave, she naturally had no reason to refuse.

That night, I tied her upside down next to the toilet bowl and started giving her an enema with my newly bought large enema tube. I injected 1000 ml of saline solution into her anus in one go, and she immediately begged for mercy, "No, Master, my stomach is going to burst. Please, Master, spare me!" I wasn't about to give up, so I injected another 500 ml of saline solution before inserting the anal plug.

I straddled her and said, "You'd better clench tight. If even a drop leaks out without my permission, I won't let you off!" As I spoke, I grabbed her braid and pulled her small head close to my crotch.

My sister obediently opened her mouth and took my penis in, performing oral sex on me. Due to frequent training, her oral sex skills were already very proficient. Her small, delicate mouth took my large penis in and sucked it vigorously, her nimble little tongue licking the grooves of the glans and occasionally brushing against my urethral opening—the feeling was indescribably pleasurable.

My sister's stomach was filled with a large amount of enema fluid, making gurgling sounds. I straddled my sister's soft breasts, thrusting back and forth, occasionally slapping her slightly protruding belly. Each slap sent shivers through her body, the feeling like riding a galloping steed.

After about five minutes, I stood up, positioned my sister's lower body in the toilet, pulled out the anal plug, and said, "You stinking slave, the human cannon is firing!" With that, I slapped my sister's stomach hard again, and she let out a soft moan as a stream of pale yellow water shot out, hitting the toilet bowl. After my sister finished defecating, I gave her three more enemas until only clear water came out.

I carried my clean sister to the living room and placed her upside down on the dining table. Under the light, my sister radiated an alluring glow, and with her seductive pose, she looked like a roast chicken waiting to be devoured. I smiled slightly and said, "Sister, don't you look like a roast chicken now?" My sister pouted and said, "You're the master, and I'm the slave. Of course, whatever you say goes." I felt a surge of pleasure and gently parted my sister's soft, tofu-like buttocks, revealing her delicate pink anus.

I gripped my penis and pressed it against my sister's anus, saying, "Sister, I'm going in now." My sister didn't speak, but bit her lip and nodded slightly, seemingly quite nervous.

I smeared some saliva on my penis before slowly invading my sister's anus. With each thrust, my sister bit her lip and moaned softly, "Mmm, mmm," until my penis was fully inside, at which point she finally let out a sigh of relief. I lifted my sister from the table, gently kissed her large, watery eyes, and said,

"Is it alright? I'm going to move." My sister seemed very moved and softly said, "Thank you for your kindness, Master. This humble servant is ready." Hearing my sister's soft words, I felt like an athlete hearing the starting gun, and began to thrust vigorously into my sister's body. I felt my penis sinking into a cavity that was even hotter and tighter than her vagina, constantly moving in and out. My sister raised her head, and with each thrust, her throat emitted a series of distinct, ethereal sounds.

My sister was lifted up and down on my penis, like a small boat on a vast ocean. Her long braid swayed behind her head, and her two jade rabbits bounced up and down in front of her chest. I was itching with desire, and while I lowered my head and sucked hard on one of her rosy nipples, I worked even harder on my sister's back door.

My sister, panting heavily from my sucking, cried out intermittently, "Ah, ah, Master, this slave is going to die. This slave is useless, I have no milk for Master."

I chuckled and said, "Hehe, when Master is in a good mood, I'll sow a few seeds in this lowly slave of yours, and then you'll naturally have milk."

My sister cried out excitedly, "Thank you, Master, this slave wants to give Master a child, ah, ah—" With a long howl, my sister reached an unprecedented climax. Her urethra, the size of a grain of rice, suddenly opened, and a stream of pale yellow urine gushed out, hitting my broad chest squarely. A few drops of urine splashed onto my lips with the powerful impact. I stuck out my tongue and licked it in my mouth, finding a slightly astringent taste with a hint of muskyness. The intense stimulation violently assaulted my brain through my taste buds. Under this intense impact, I roared and forcefully thrust streams of hot semen into my sister's exquisite rectum.

I untied my sister's ropes and laid her on the ground. She immediately knelt before me, opening her mouth to clean my still-erect penis. Sitting on the sofa, I pointed to the urine on my chest and said, "Cleansing just your penis isn't enough. What should we do here?" My sister blushed crimson, her face turning red to the roots of her neck. She gently leaned against me and said, "This humble servant is so shameless, I've soiled Master's body. This humble servant will clean it for Master." As she spoke, she parted her lips slightly, extending her delicate tongue to lick her own urine from my chest. A surge of lust rose within me; a rush of heat shot to my head. I immediately stood up and pried open my sister's mouth, saying, "Master just drank your piss! Cleaning like this isn't enough!" With that, I shoved my penis into her mouth and took a deep breath. A gush of urine shot out from my penis. Caught off guard, my sister could only swallow large gulps of my urine. However, there was so much urine that she couldn't swallow the last mouthful, and it choked out from her delicate nose. My sister choked badly, spitting out the penis and collapsing to the ground coughing, tears and snot streaming down her face.

Seeing her in such pain, I felt a pang of guilt and quickly knelt down to hug her, patting her back and asking, "Sister, are you alright? How are you feeling?" My sister shook her head slightly and said, "Cough cough, I'm fine. I'm sorry to have worried you, Master. I'm so useless." Seeing my sister clearly in pain but still trying to be strong, I hugged her tightly and said, "Good sister, you are the best slave in the world. I want you to stay with me for life, and we will never be apart!" My sister was deeply moved by my words and nestled in my arms, sobbing softly. That night, we made love seven times in a row, until we were both exhausted in the early hours of the morning before finally falling asleep in each other's arms.

(V)

In my love nest with my sister, we made love almost every day. Besides the "rape game," we tried many new things. I used to envy descriptions of naked aprons, but after my sister tried it a few times, we both felt it was just so-so. Compared to the convenience of being able to make love anytime, anywhere, my sister and I still prefer the feeling of me forcefully pinning her down and roughly undressing her.

Therefore, at home, except when we're engaging in certain special activities, my sister usually wears her business suit.

On one hand, it allows me to appreciate her intellectual beauty, and on the other hand, it makes it convenient for us to enjoy the thrill of rape whenever we want.

Besides that, my sister and I's two favorite activities are "driving a car" and "driving a fan." Speaking of "driving a car," I dare say my sister and I are "one of a kind." "Driving a car" was my idea; I had a small wooden cart custom-made. When we need to use it, we tie the cart to my sister's waist and have her kneel on the floor and pull it. We put a seat on it, which, of course, is my seat as a "speed demon."

Of course, I also had a steering wheel custom-made; otherwise, how could it be considered "driving a car"? The steering wheel lever has a rubber dildo attached to the end. When driving, I blindfold my sister and insert the dildo into her vagina. When we need to turn, I turn the steering wheel, and she turns by feeling the direction the dildo rotates inside her vagina. I also inserted a small dildo into her anus as a gearshift lever, but she only has two gears: push forward to accelerate and pull back to decelerate. I didn't waste my sister's fair and perky buttocks either; when I slap her buttocks, she makes a "beep beep" sound like a car horn. Of

course, I had the car's bearings carefully made; otherwise, how could my delicate sister "drive" it? Hehe, if one day I could drive my sister's car on the street, wouldn't that be a thousand times, ten thousand times cooler than any Mercedes or BMW!

When driving with my sister, I often deliberately turn the steering wheel randomly, making her lower body drip with fluid, enduring intense desire while trying to steer. Sometimes, when we reach a turn, I don't turn the steering wheel, deliberately letting my sister bump into the sofa or the wall. Then I'd pretend to be angry and kick my sister, yelling, "What kind of junk car is this? It's so bumpy!" Actually, I wasn't even jolted, while my sister, like a slave, would kowtow and beg for my forgiveness. Hehe, such a humane car—even the President of the United States hasn't experienced that, right?

Sometimes I'd deliberately slap my sister's butt hard, repeatedly, and she'd let out a series of "beep beep" sounds like a car horn. When I slapped too hard, she sometimes couldn't help but let out an "ouch!" sound, and then I could find another excuse to punish her. What car horns "ouch, ouch!"? Even ambulances don't make that sound. However,

while I was driving with great fanfare, after a while, my sister, this clever luxury car, devised a way to deal with this unreasonable driver. She'd suddenly stop halfway through the journey, and no matter how I turned the steering wheel or shifted the gear lever, she'd just lie motionless on the ground. I stood up and lightly kicked my sister's smooth belly, scolding, "What a piece of junk! Did it break down? I think I should sell you for scrap metal!" At this, my sister would turn around, kneel at my feet, and say sweetly, "Master, it didn't break down, it just ran out of gas. Please give your humble servant some gas so I can carry you." Every time my sister said this, I could only remove the steering wheel and gearshift, and plunge my thick gas pump into either of her gas tanks, pumping vigorously until thick gasoline filled her hot tank. Sometimes, my sister would get annoyed by my teasing and wouldn't start the car no matter how much gasoline I poured in. In the end, we were both exhausted before we could drive the car to the bedroom and fall asleep in each other's arms.

Another of our favorite tricks was the "electric fan." When we were renovating the house, I asked the contractor to install an iron hook on the roof. My dad asked what it was for, and I said it was to install an electric fan so we wouldn't get sick from the air conditioning in the summer.

Actually, I've long wanted to hang my sister up and play with her, but the conditions at home weren't good enough before, so I could never fully enjoy myself. Now that I have the iron hooks installed, the "electric fan" I'm going to hang is, of course, my slave sister. Every time, I use pulleys to hang her up in various positions and play with her. I'm sure you guys are all experts who have watched countless videos, so I don't need to go into detail about those positions. My sister is always particularly excited when she's hung up, she's very wet, and she always reaches orgasm very quickly.

My favorite way to hang her is to tie one of her ankles with a very elastic rope and then hang her upside down. My sister is hanging upside down on one leg like this, and after a while, her two jade arms and one silk-stockinged leg will start to grab and kick, looking like she's dancing a strange dance. At this point, I'll grab one of her legs and spin it hard, and my sister will spin around like an electric fan, and after a certain point, she'll spin in the opposite direction due to the elasticity of the rope. Every time, I have to watch my sister spin hundreds of times before I'm willing to let her stop.

By this time, my sister was completely disoriented, her empty eyes staring blankly into the distance, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. This was a sight never seen on her usual pretty face, and it always excited me. I would reach out and cup her small head, inserting my thick penis into her mouth.

While using her mouth as a vagina, I would grab and knead one of her silk-stockinged feet.

Then I would bury my head in her flower garden, probing her petals with my tongue to suck the sweet nectar.

When she regained her senses, she would diligently perform oral sex on me until I ejaculated my thick semen into her throat and made her swallow it all before I would put her down.

My sister's thick chestnut hair had always been my favorite; I had even thought about tying it up with a rope and playing with it. My sister, being my obedient slave, naturally agreed. However, as soon as she was hung up, she cried out in pain. I couldn't bear to see her in such agony, so I had to put her down, and the matter of hanging her hair up was never mentioned again.

My sister and I originally thought our master-slave life would continue like this forever, and neither of us thought about marriage or anything like that. But this kind of life was shattered at the beginning of this year when an old friend of my father's introduced my sister to a potential husband, and my happy life with my slave sister was finally challenged.

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