My Slave Sister Jiang Yan (1~5) Author: A Stroke and a Dot

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(I)

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

Under the bright lights, in the steamy bathroom, a naked beauty was bending over, her
round, pert buttocks raised high to welcome the assault of a tall man. Her slender hands were handcuffed
to the bathroom pipes with gleaming handcuffs, her crystal-clear fingers clenched tightly in her palms, seemingly enduring immense pain, but
then relaxing with her soft moans. Her long chestnut hair, wet from the water, cascaded
down her slender, fair neck, a few stray strands clinging to her delicate 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 ca
n'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 . 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 . 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 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 .

When my sister saw me masturbating, her excitement turned to shock, and her small mouth opened wide,
about 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 nipples, then grabbed my undershirt and belt from the side and tied 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 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! Putting my underwear in my sister's mouth is unacceptable!"

But even as I thought this, a strange pleasure rose within me. My sister's beautiful little mouth was filled with my dirty...
Such a sight, I'll probably never see again in my life. Thinking this, my
penis, which had gone limp from my sister's sudden intrusion, became erect again.

I had no time to think about what to do; my eyes were just scanning my sister's sexy body.
Perhaps this was the end of it all. Her beautiful hair half-covered her cheeks, her once pretty face now filled with panic. The two buttons on her chest were also
unbuttoned , revealing half of her smooth, white breast beneath her pure white bra. Her gray uniform skirt was slightly rolled up,
revealing a corner of her white panties peeking out from her fair thighs, like a shy beauty peeking at the outside
world .

Lost in my own world, I stared intently at my sister, who was tied to the bed. My breathing grew heavier, my head
spun my penis throbbed. A real
urge surged within me to pounce on her and have my way with her. My sister noticed something was wrong and quickly curled up to cover her private parts. Her
pretty face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and she tried to call my name, but with my underwear 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 finally pulled the underwear out of her mouth. Afraid
she would 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 devil, you've learned to bully your sister now! Let me go!"

I could tell from her slightly reproachful tone that she wasn't really angry, so I said, "No, you have to
promise not to tell Mom and Dad this time."

My sister rolled her eyes at me and said, "Okay, I promise I won't tell anyone."

I pushed my luck and said with a smile, "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 she believed I had no malicious intent,
the incident of tying her up was left unresolved. However, the alluring image of my sister tied to the bed always
lingered in my mind, and every time I masturbated afterward, I couldn't help but fantasize about tying my sister to the bed and having a vigorous 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 my room when I suddenly heard my sister calling me over. Although I didn't understand why, I
still paused the game and went to my sister's door and knocked. My sister replied, "Xiaolong, the door is locked. You
can open it yourself with the key." All the doors in the house were locked, and the spare key was in the drawer of the TV cabinet.

Although I wondered why my sister wouldn't open the door for me, I still went to get the spare key and opened my sister's
door .

I pushed the door open and was shocked by what I saw. My sister was lying on the bed, her clothes disheveled and her face flushed
, her hands tied behind her back and tied to the headboard with a rope. I was shocked, thinking, "Could someone have 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 more suspicious.

Seeing my stunned expression, my sister blushed and said, "Xiaolong, come quickly and help me untie the ropes,
my hands can't take it anymore." I then came to my senses and hurriedly went to check my sister's hands. I saw that her
delicate wrists were tightly bound by the rope, and her two originally fair hands were now somewhat bluish. The knotting
technique was the "bottle knot" that my father had taught me before. It was said to be a method used to tie up criminals in the past. Once it
was put on it was fine if you didn't struggle, but the more you 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, I asked with
concern , "Sis, who did this? I'll beat him up for you!" My sister blushed and
turned her head away, stammering, "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 me, I tied it myself."

"Ah?!" I stared at my sister, feeling somewhat incredulous.

My sister turned to me and said seriously, "Xiaolong, I'll tell 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 turns out that ever since I tied her up last time, the masochistic side of my sister's body had begun to awaken.

That day, after returning to her room, she 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 bound her hands and feet,
rendering her immobile. The events replayed in her mind again and again, the strange pleasure driving her wild. That night, she fantasized about being bound and
conquered by me, finally ending this shameful yet pleasurable fantasy with a wanton act of masturbation.

She herself never imagined that she was a masochist at heart. From then on, her desires
became uncontrollable. Every day she fantasized about being bound and raped by a strong man, ultimately being
completely conquered by him, body and soul. And this fantasy object was most likely her own younger brother, Jiang Long. To satisfy her
unspeakable desires, she devised a method: tying a rope to the headboard, with a bottle knot at the other end.

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

But this time, she never expected that because her movements were too vigorous during masturbation, she would accidentally pull the
"bottle buckle" too tight. When she tried to free herself, she couldn't, and it only tightened further. Seeing...
It was already afternoon. If Mom and Dad came home and found her like this, the house would be in chaos. Plus,
her hands were really uncomfortable from being strangled, so she had no choice but to call me for help.

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

After my sister haltingly explained what had happened, her two big, 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 my sister tightly, excitedly saying, "How could I? My sister is so cute, how could I hate
her?"

My sister wiped away her tears, sobbing slightly as she asked, "Really... really?"

Looking at my sister's tearful face, I could no longer suppress my inner impulse. I didn't answer her; I
just straightened up and pressed my sister 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 nipple 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 , 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 . 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 into my mouth, 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 the impact, let out a muffled groan as she reached a joyful climax.

I rested on top of her 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 lying beneath her, and looking at the bright
red marks, I laughed triumphantly, "Haha, my dear sister, this is the slave contract you signed with me. From
today onwards, I am your only master. Everything you have, including your body and soul, belongs only to me!"

My sister made a series of "ooh" sounds, and only then did I remember that my
panties . I pulled out my underwear, stroking my sister's face as I asked, "How is it, my little slave?
Does your master feel good?"

My sister blushed deeply and said, "Ugh! Who, who is your slave?!"

Just then, we heard the sound of the security door opening. My sister and I knew it was Mom and Dad
coming home . 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, extremely shy, and said, "Good, good master, please let me go."

I excitedly kissed my sister's lips hard before untying the ropes binding her hands. I calmly put on my
clothes—actually just shorts and a t-shirt—and carefully put away that special "slave contract," then swaggered
towards the living room to cover for my sister. After all, my little slave probably needed to be properly dressed before she could be seen in public
.

(IV)

After that incident, 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, seemingly enjoying the relationship. While I
would call her "slave" or "bitch" when I wanted to tease her, I mostly called her "sister."
This sibling-like, master-slave relationship excited me even more; after all,
not everyone gets to experience incest with their beautiful older sister.

Whenever it was just my sister and me at home, our rape drama would unfold as scheduled, and each time my
sister would experience intense satisfaction. Sometimes I wanted to try other things, but given our
limited resources and the need to avoid being discovered by my parents, I was always restricted.

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

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

Now that my sister and I had this private space, many things we wanted to do but couldn't before could
be done . On the first day in the new house, to celebrate the housewarming, I decided to explore my sister's anus.
As my exclusive slave, she naturally had no reason to refuse.

That night, I tied my sister upside down next to the toilet bowl and
started . I injected 1000 ml of saline solution into my sister's 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 my sister and said, "You'd better squeeze tight, or I'll make you regret it if even a drop
leaks out !" With that, 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. Thanks to frequent practice, her
oral sex skills were very proficient. Her small, delicate mouth sucked on my large penis with great effort, her nimble
tongue licking the grooves of the glans and occasionally lightly brushing against the 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 and moved my body back and forth, occasionally slapping her slightly protruding belly. Each slap sent
shivers down her spine; it felt like riding a galloping steed.

Five minutes later, I got 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. She let out a soft moan, and
a jet of pale yellow water shot out, hitting the toilet bowl. After she 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 that seductive pose, she looked like a roast
chicken waiting to be enjoyed. 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 immensely pleased and gently parted my sister's soft, tofu-like buttocks, revealing her delicate pink vulva.

I gripped my penis and pressed it against my sister's anus, saying, "Sister, I'm going in now." She didn't speak,
only biting her lip and nodding slightly, seemingly quite nervous.

I smeared some saliva on my penis before slowly penetrating her anus. With each
thrust , she moaned softly, "Mmm, mmm," until it was fully inside, at which point she
finally relaxed. I lifted her from the table and gently kissed her large, watery eyes, saying,
"Is it alright? I'm going to move." She seemed deeply moved, softly replying, "Thank you for your kindness, Master
. I'm ready." Hearing her soft voice, I thrust into her with
the force of a starting gun. I felt my penis
plunging , and she arched her head, her throat emitting rhythmic, ethereal sounds with each thrust.

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

My sister was panting heavily from my sucking, and she 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 plant 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 cry, my sister reached an unprecedented climax, and 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 force of the impact. I licked them with my tongue, tasting
a slightly astringent flavor with a hint of muskyness. The intense stimulation sent waves of sensation through my taste buds and assaulted my brain. Overwhelmed by this
sensation , I roared and forcefully ejaculated streams of hot semen into my sister's exquisite rectum.

I untied the ropes binding her and laid her on the ground. She immediately knelt before me, opening her mouth to
clean my still-erect penis. I sat on the sofa and pointed to the urine on my chest, saying, "Cleansing just the penis
isn't enough. What should we do here?" My sister blushed deeply, her face turning a deep red. She gently leaned against me
and said , "Your humble servant is so shameful, I've soiled Master's body. Your humble servant will clean you." As she spoke, she parted her lips
slightly and extended her delicate tongue, licking her own urine from my chest. A
surge of lust immediately stood up, pried open my sister's mouth, and said, "Master
just drank your piss, this isn't enough to clean you up!" With that, I shoved my penis into her mouth, took a deep
breath, and a gush of urine shot out. Caught off guard,
my sister could only gulp down my urine. But there was so much urine that she couldn't swallow the last mouthful, and it choked out of her delicate
nose . She choked badly, spitting out my penis and collapsing to the ground, coughing violently, tears and snot
streaming down her face.

Seeing my sister in so much pain filled me with guilt. I quickly knelt down and hugged her, patting her
back as I asked, "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 how clearly she was in pain yet still trying to be strong, I hugged her tightly and said, "My dear
sister , you are truly the best slave in the world. I want you to stay with me for the rest of my life. We will never be apart!"

My sister was deeply moved by my words and sobbed softly in my arms. That night, we
made love seven times in a row, until we were both exhausted in the middle of the night before we finally fell asleep in each other's arms.

(V)

In my love nest with my sister, we made love almost every day. In addition to the "rape game,"
we tried many new things. I used to envy the 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
making love , anywhere, my sister and I preferred the feeling of me forcibly pinning her down and roughly undressing her.

Therefore, at home, except when we were playing some special games, my sister usually wore her business suit. On the one hand, it allowed me to appreciate her intellectual beauty, and on the other hand, it made it convenient for us to enjoy the pleasure of rape

whenever we wanted . 　　In addition, my sister and I's two favorite games were "driving a car" and "driving a fan." Speaking of "driving a car," I dare say that my sister and I are "the only ones who can do it." "Driving a car" was also my idea. I had a small wooden cart custom-made. When needed, I'd tie it to my sister's waist and have her crawl on the floor pulling it. A cushion would be placed on the cart—that, of course, would be my seat, the "speed demon's" seat. 　　Of course, I also had a steering wheel custom-made; otherwise, how could it be considered "driving a car"? A rubber dildo could be attached to the end of the steering wheel lever. When driving, I'd blindfold my sister and insert the dildo into her vagina. When a turn was needed, I'd turn the steering wheel, and my sister would steer by feeling the direction the dildo was rotating inside her vagina. I also inserted a small dildo into my sister's anus as a gearshift lever, but she only had two gears: pushing forward accelerated, and pulling back decelerated. I didn't waste my sister's fair and pert buttocks either; when I slapped them, she'd make a "beep beep" sound like a car horn. 　　Of course, I had the car's bearings meticulously crafted; otherwise, how could my delicate sister possibly "drive" 　　it? Hehe, if I could drive my sister's car on the street someday, wouldn't that be a thousand times, ten thousand times cooler than any Mercedes or BMW! 　　When driving with my sister, I often deliberately swerve the steering wheel wildly, making her wet down there, enduring intense desire while trying to keep up with the steering. Sometimes, when we're supposed to turn, I don't turn the wheel, deliberately letting her bump into the sofa or the wall. Then I'll pretend to be angry and kick her, yelling, " What kind of crappy car is this? It's so bumpy!" Actually, I wasn't even bumped, and my sister, like a slave, has to kowtow and apologize, begging for my forgiveness. Hehe, such a humane car, even the President of the United States hasn't experienced it, right? 　　Sometimes I'll deliberately slap my sister's butt hard, slapping it repeatedly, and she'll make a series of "beep beep" sounds like a car horn. When I slap too hard, she sometimes can't help but let out an " ouch, " and then I can find another excuse to punish her. What car 　　horns "ouch, ouch"? Even an ambulance doesn't make that sound. 　　Although I was quite imposing while driving, after a while, my sister, this clever luxury car, devised a way to deal with this unreasonable driver. She would suddenly stop halfway through the journey, and no matter how I turned the steering wheel or shifted the gear lever, she would just lie motionless on the ground. I would stand up and lightly kick her smooth belly, scolding, "What a piece of junk! Did it break down? I think I should sell you for scrap metal!" 　　Then 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 had no choice but to remove the steering wheel and gear lever, and plunge my thick gas pump into either of her gas tanks, pumping vigorously until thick gasoline was poured into her scalding hot tank. Sometimes, when my sister gets annoyed by my teasing , she won't start the car no matter how much gasoline I pour in. We end up exhausted before finally driving to the bedroom and falling asleep in each other's arms. 　　Another of our favorite tricks is the "electric fan." When we were renovating the house, I asked the contractor to install an iron hook on the ceiling. My dad asked what it was for, and I said it was for an electric fan, to prevent her from getting sick from the air conditioning in the summer. 　　Actually, I'd always wanted to hang my sister up and play with her, but we never had the means at home . Now that the hook is installed, the "electric fan" I'm going to hang up is, of course, my slave sister. Every time, I use a pulley to hang her up in various positions. I'm sure you guys are all seasoned veterans, so I won't go into detail about the positions. My sister is always incredibly aroused 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 an elastic rope and then 　　hang her upside down. My sister was hung upside down by one leg, her two jade-like arms and one silk-stockinged leg , looking like she was performing a strange dance. Then I would grab one of her legs and spin her around forcefully, making her spin like a fan, only to reverse the direction due to the elasticity of the rope . Each time, I would watch her spin hundreds of times before stopping. 　　By then, she was completely dizzy, her empty eyes staring blankly into the distance, drool dripping from 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 also grab and knead her silk-stockinged foot. 　　Then I would bury my head in her flower garden, probing her petals with my tongue to suck the sweet nectar. 　　After my sister 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, and I had once thought of tying it up with a rope and playing with it. As my obedient slave, my sister naturally agreed, but as soon as she was hung up , she cried out in pain. I couldn't bear to see her in pain, so I had to put her down and hang her hair up.

The matter of coming was never mentioned again.

My sister and I originally thought our master-slave life would continue like this indefinitely, 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 introduced my sister to a potential husband, and my happy life with my slave sister was finally challenged.

(To be continued)

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