My Sister, My Slut

Chapter 11


Kelly did something that Marcus never expected from his sweet, demure twin.

The day after her show of bravado in the penthouse, she went to their father and asked if she could take part in the company’s philanthropy efforts, which the old man was delighted to allow. Marcus could no longer lock her away without questions being asked, and if he did manage to secrete her away, any injury or bruise that could be seen when she wore an evening gown would be questioned. It was a masterful play to keep him at arms length and Marcus was impressed in spite of himself. He had assumed her show of defiance was just that, a show, and even these defensive measures to keep him away were mere obstacles to be overcome.

It wasn’t until the day he fell down half a flight of stairs and looked up from the midway landing to find his dear sister looking down at him with a tiny smile quirking her lips that he realized she was playing the game. The fall enraged him that she would dare defy him and attempt to harm him, and he wanted nothing more than to pull her into a room and thoroughly punish her for the affront, but he also felt a surge of pride that Kelly was becoming as twisted as he was.

He endured Kelly’s little shows of petty defiance and waited, watching a certain arrogance grow in his sister and biding his time until he could crush it. It was difficult to not instantly get back at her when she locked his room so he could not leave or cut the brakes to his car and she was constantly in the company of the bruiser she hired, but Marcus needed to be patient. He had a trump card that would deliver Kelly to him if he endured.

Jasmine came to him a month after Kelly’s declaration of war.

He’d made certain that his sister’s friend knew about the penthouse he was staying in, and made certain he was alone when she came calling. It was almost adorable how shy and nervous she was when he let her inside, looking at the ground every time he looked over toward her and tucking strands of her long brown hair behind her ears. She was in a dress that looked casual enough, but that nicely showed off her figure and let Marcus know she was not wearing underwear. If he were an only child he might have tried to make her into his perfect play toy.

“Um, Kelly said you were staying here,” she lied. Kelly would never have told her such a thing, she avoided talking about him when she was with her friends.

“My father is having me take more of a role in the company. It’s easier to think here than at the mansion, but I plan on going back once I go back to attending college,” Marcus said, taking a seat on the couch and throwing his arms over the back. “What brings you here?”

“Well, I – um,” Jasmine said nervously, wrapping her arms around herself. “I just wanted to, uh, check on you. Make – make sure you were doing okay.”

“Very kind of you,” Marcus replied, trying to keep the smirk as a congenial smile. It was difficult not to burst out laughing.

“So, how are you doing?” she managed to ask without stuttering.

“Just fine,” Marcus said, waving his hand around the penthouse.

“Oh, that’s good,” Jasmine nodded, looking around.

Marcus smirked as she turned away. This would go on forever if he did not make a move. “Jasmine, be honest. You’re hear because you want me to fuck you, right?”

She froze and then began to fidget, looking over at the window and then at the floor. “Yes,” she finally let out in a tiny voice.

“Take off your clothes,” he said. She looked a little startled and actually met his eyes. “Or you can leave. It’s all the same to me.”

Her dress was on the floor a moment later and Jasmine stood shivering before him, her cheeks red and her eyes on the floor again. He hadn’t a chance to take in her figure before, but she was very nicely proportioned with large breasts that, if he hadn’t thought his sister’s body was perfect, he would have preferred Kelly to have.

“Get down on your hands and knees.”

Jasmine slowly got down into position and waited for his next order.

“Bark.”

She hesitated.

“I don’t repeat myself. Though, if you’re a good little bitch tonight, I have a present just for you.” Marcus couldn’t keep the cruel smirk from his face as she began to bark and yowl. “Good girl, now come here,” he said, spreading his legs as she crawled forward and her hands and knees. “Show me what my little bitch wants. Lick it like a good mutt.”

Her hesitation was gone as she pressed her face between his legs and began licking along the seam of his pants over the bulge of his crotch. He reached out and stroked her hair, amused at how into the act she was. Once Kelly was his perfect little slut, maybe there would be room in their life for a dog.

“Poor little bitch is in heat,” he said at last, pushing her head away and forcing her to meet his eyes. “Do you know what bitches do to the furniture when they’re in heat, even though they know they’ll be punished for it?”

Jasmine followed his gaze over to the other couch in the room and then nodded, letting out a bark that she understood what he was asking. Marcus almost laughed as she padded over on her hands and knees and got on the couch, proceeding to hump the pillows. Her cheeks were red and there were tears in her eyes, but she still went at it with abandon, glancing over at him every so often to ensure that was what he wanted.

Marcus stood up and undid his pants and he walked over toward the couch where Jasmine was getting his pillows covered in her juices. He reached over and picked up a magazine from the end table and rolled it up, then swatted her ass with it. She let out a bark of pain that surprised Marcus and actually forced him to chuckle at how into the role she was.

“Bad dog,” he said, dropping the magazine on the floor as he moved onto the couch behind her and positioned her. “I’ll have to punish you with the rod tonight,” he said as he got out his erection and rubbed it against her ass. “Howl if you want it.”

She began howling and Marcus shoved his cock into her pussy, causing the howl to morph into a shriek. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged on it, forcing her to arch her back. “You love it, don’t you, bitch? This is why you came here tonight,” he said as he began to move. “You want to be someone’s bitch. You want to be controlled and fucked like a dog.”

“Yes,” she screamed as he pulled on her hair harder and she arched her back even more, so he could enjoy the sight of her heaving breasts in the reflection the window.

Why you and not my sister, Marcus wondered silently.

The thought caused him to grit his teeth and pound into her harder, his hand twisting painfully in her hair. She came with a scream and tried to collapse, but his hold on her hair forced her to stay in place as he slammed into her body with vicious thrusts.

He pulled out and came on her arched back with a grunt as he finally released his hold on her hair and Jasmine fell face first into the comfort of the couch. She lay their, panting and not moving, while Marcus leaned back against the arm of the couch and sneered. Physically he was sated and Jasmine’s mere presence meant he could begin the next stage of the game with his sister. It took him a moment to realize he was angry that he had to go to such lengths to get what he wanted from someone that belonged to him already.

Jasmine stirred and he forced the scowl from his face as he got off the couch and zipped himself up, walking over toward the bookshelves along the wall. He let out a deep breath and reminded himself that once he won the game, Kelly would no longer be able to deny that she was his in body and soul, that they were twins and one in the same from the moment they were born. Until then he would just have to make use of the pawns.

He grabbed the velvet box off the shelf and turned back toward the woman picking herself up off the couch. It has been waiting for Jasmine since the day after Kelly made her declaration.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, taking a seat on the couch across from her again. He made sure to keep his voice in its gentlest tone and kept the distain off his face.

“Yes,” Jasmine said, not meeting his eyes.

“I was a little worried that I was too rough on you. Some girls don’t like rough sex, but being gentle can get so boring, and you were so sexy when you were talking dirty to me the last time we were together,” Marcus said, rubbing his thumb over the velvet of the box. “Remember. Was that the first time you ever said you wanted a cock inside you? Was it the first time you ever said cock out loud?”

Jasmine blushed and nodded as she sat up and groped for her dress on the ground. “I liked your cock inside me,” she mumbled into her chest, unable to look up and meet his eyes.

“And I liked your tight little pussy,” he responded, standing up and going over to sit next to her. “So much so, I was hoping we’d be together again.”

“Really?” Jasmine asked, looking into his eyes with a sweet and innocent stare. It was hard not to laugh.

“Remember that present I promised you if you were a good little bitch?” Marcus asked.

“Wasn’t that your c – cock?” she asked, immediately looking down and blushing.

“I’m glad you think that way, but no.” He held out the box to her and after a moment she took it, slowly opening it and looking inside. She gasped. “I got them in the hopes we would meet again.”

Inside was a black choker studded with diamonds, a pair of diamond earrings, two circular barbells and two silver bars. Jasmine immediately took out her fake gold hoop earrings and put on the diamonds while Marcus took out the choker and secured it around her neck. “A collar for my little bitch,” he whispered in her ear, licking along the edge before pulling away.

Jasmine was crying and sniffling tears of joy as she fingered the diamond choker. “Thank you,” she managed to say, using her dress to wipe her face. “But what…” she asked looking down at the rest.

Marcus couldn’t help the quirk of his lips as he learned in close and began whispering in her ear again. “One for that tongue of your,” he said, rubbing his thumb over her lips and then moving his hand down to her breasts. “Matching ones for these beauties.” Jasmine sucked in a breath as he pinched a nipple before his hand continued down. “And one for down here,” he said, pushing his hand between her thighs.

“Ah,” Jasmine moaned, spreading her legs apart.

“Of course, you don’t have to,” he continued to whisper as his fingers stroked over her wet lips. “I was just thinking of how much pleasure it would give you.”

“Any – anything for you,” Jasmine said as he snapped the box closed in her hands and tossed it on the table.

“Good,” Marcus said, shoving her facedown on the couch and caressing her ass as she trembled.

He grinned and wondered how long before he would be able to have such a scene with Kelly. The jewelry he had picked out for his sister was much nicer than what he gave his whores, especially the matching rings for when Kelly swore that she was his.


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