Cheryl bundled herself and her goods into the kitchen about an hour before Josh would be home. With a Saturday game they would have a long practice today (but not to tiring she hoped). She put a paper towel over the salad bowl and popped it into the fridge. Oven at 450 and the lasagna in...what about the wine? You let it breathe right, opened it first, but when? Anxiety for a second, and then cool calm took over her again as her thought rearranged themselves. Leave the wine for Josh to open; that was a masculine role, and one of a hundred things that would lead him to the use of his newest possession.

She swept up the stairs and into to her bedroom to get ready. As she got into the shower to make her body clean for him (her mind was bubbling with filth though; would Josh smell it on her? It made her dizzy sometimes how sick she was), she realized she was singing a silly song from a few years ago. 2Become1 was from when she loved the Spice Girls, but her subconscious had brought it to the fore. It was a perfect song, she would be one tonight with her ruler.

Hair squeezed out and wrapped in a towel, toenails redone; she began to make herself up. Staring at the pretty and sophisticated young girl that emerged from the mirror, she became wetter and wetter. She itched to touch herself, her anus keened to be penetrated and her bottom filled. She ignored it. No time, just enough time to get perfect for her master. She wore her blonde straight hair down, blow dried and curled at the ends, with a little mousse combed through for volume. Her best jewelry (the pearl necklace and earrings her father had given her last Christmas), and then her best outfit. A red lace panty and bra set, nylons and pumps. She stopped and looked at herself in the upright mirror, twisting back and forth to model what he would see. She squatted for a moment in her heels, legs gaping wide, panties smoothly covering her pubis, seeing with his eyes...perfect.

She had two dresses that she could wear, a party dress and her cotillion gown. Cheryl laughed for a second...the cotillion dress might be a bit over the top. She put on the cocktail dress, tasteful in cut and length, just below her knees. There, she looked like a woman, or as much as she could. Que sera, sera.

When Josh walked in the door a few minutes later she spun on her feet to smile at him prettily. She had a red and white checkered apron on over her dress, and had just pulled the lasagna out to stand. She still had an oven mitt on each hand when she saw him. It was all she could do not to stagger or sob; each time she saw him it was fresh, it was like falling in love and having her heart break anew. He had his football pants on, pads still in them, and the rest of his gear slung over his shoulder. The shirt was a darker wet gray around the shoulders, his hair was a mess and he had dirty hands.

He was so beautiful.

"Wow...uh hey Cheryl." He grinned at her, utterly thrilling her with his cocky grin and disarming and obvious surprise. "Wow. You look great, and that smells great. Man, thanks, I am starved, that is really nice of you Chery." He grinned again, staring at her for a second longer and more fully than he might have ever before. He shook his head and grinned again, saying, "Lemme throw my uniform in the wash and clean up real quick."

"Oh, let me do that!" Cheryl started forward, "You just shower up. Everything is ready and I don't want it to get cold. I will put your clothes in the wash." When he threw his pants into the laundry room and walked away in a towel she was able not to stare with moon-eyes, she kept the façade up a little longer.

Not too many more minutes later and he was down, hair still wet and dark, dressed in a polo shirt and khakis. He looked at the wine bottle on the table as he sat down and raised an eyebrow at his little sister. "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over? Mom will freak if she catches you taking any of her wine." Cheryl smiled primly and said,

"I have other sources. Jinny got this as a gift, a real gift, and gave it to me. I thought it would make the meal nice." For a moment her confidence waned, and a slightly plaintive tone entered her voice.

"Oh hey, hey, no problem. No really, thanks. This is all super nice of you. I guess you heard me talking about Sara to mom?" She nodded, going along with his rationalizing. "Hey, I am fine. Honestly, it was her idea, but this week I really finished it. She isn't really a nice girl, just cute I guess. In fact, now that I am outside it, she was kind of a wench. She made of fun of people all the time, and I kind of went along with it, or didn't say anything. Hey, there are other fish in the sea." He grinned again, that sunburst smile, "I might get another girlfriend again one day, maybe, if I am lucky." They both burst out laughing and Cheryl began to serve them. Trembling just the smallest bit at the thought of serving Josh, she set their salads out.

"Actually, I heard two very hot girls talking about you today at the snack bar." It was true, she could never lie to her Josh. The two girls had been her and Jinny of course, although she had not doubt there were plenty of girls with eyes for Josh. "They were pretty hype on you."

"Really?" with a smile and raised eyebrow. "Anyone I know? My age maybe?"

"Oh, I am really not at liberty to say," she impishly shot back. "Would you open the wine Josh? I can't do it." She watched carefully as he worked the opener, twisting the screw tip around the foil seal of the black bottle, seeing again his strong hands, and the light blonde hair on his arms. His forearm muscles flexed slightly as he pulled the cork loose and she felt another thrill in her stomach. As the dinner went on pleasantly, the craving in her stomach grew, a gnawing emptiness in her gut that needed to be filled. It was like being hungry and scared and lonely and excited all at the same time.

Salad, lasagna, crusty bread and more wine. His cheeks took on the slightest flushing of red as the wine hit him; he laughed louder and looser, and looked upset when the bottle emptied.

Cheryl said, "Oh, I wanted just one more. Hold on a sec, ok?" She ran to the big built in cabinets in the den, opened her mom's liquor cabinet and took out the rum. A very small amount in hers, and a generous dollop in his. She ran back, and he grinned at her.

"Just one, ok? Or we'll get busted."

"Just one, h-Josh." God, she needed to be careful. "Honey" almost slipped out.

They moved to the den and she asked him to pick out some tunes, and told him playfully,

"After all, our 'date' is going so good I feel like hanging out a little longer." His glance shot at her's, and for a second he looked pained, and then nodded, smiling. They talked a while longer: school gossip, football, girls he had dated, and at a certain point his drink was empty, and they were facing each other, barely touching, with an old song on, Roxy Music.

"I guess I am pretty drunk," he said sheepishly, as if he was embarrassed. She felt so bad for him, awkward and tentative when she knew her core function was to be his fuck doll, to sweetly love him and worship him.

They moved closer, and began to dance, tentatively at first, and then with more confidence. She laid her head against his chest, muscled and so essentially masculine, smelled his soap and clean body. God she wanted him in her mouth. She moved closer against him, and felt him shift to move his raging cock away from her. She pulled him back, and began grinding her hips against his. A stifled moan emerged from his mouth but she silenced it with her tongue; they both tasted of red wine. They wrestled against each other, hands roaming over each other's body, brother and sister pressed close together in a frantic first kiss that made all other kisses seem like handshakes and weak smiles.

Gasping she broke away from him, and instantly he began to apologize; she put a finger on his lip and he said nothing. Looking her brother in the eye, never looking away, she took off her pretty party dress and stood before him in red lace finery and red pumps, round, glowing Chinese pearls at her ears and throat. He just stared at her, a vision out of fantasy as she deliberately squatted before him. The fulfillment of her purpose drew near as she slowly rained kisses on his denim-covered groin. She held his hips and kissed all over his crotch, gently laying her face against his cock, straining against his jeans. She rose to her feet again and drew him to the coach. He said nothing this whole time, just breathing or moaning lightly when she touched him. She knelt obediently before him, pulling his shirt off him to gaze at his smooth chest and belly. She kissed his chest and nipples, gently nursing at one nipple while he placed a hand on her head.

Next came off his sandals, and then his jeans. Finally he sat in front of her, she in panties, bra and high heels, he in white briefs. She suddenly understood why men loved underwear on girls so much. What had been intellectual was now a gut understanding. Here was the object of her magnificent obsession, his cock and balls, her personal god. Huge, outlined by the white briefs, yet hidden too. She wanted to rip them off and get to his treasure; she wanted to be teased forever.

"Oh Josh, it's so beautiful." She placed her hands on his cock, massaging and rubbing that massive rod that owned her while looking up at him. He was rolling his head back in pleasure, but his gaze finally returned back to lock into hers like a laser. Deliberately staring into her brother's eyes, she cocked her head to one side and began to suck and lick his cock through the white cotton, cupping and manipulating his precious balls with her left hand. Her eyes never left his as she played with his dick; filth was pouring out of her head and running over her eyes and nose and mouth. She was the sickest little fuck toy in the world, she was loving her brother's dick for all she was worth; she was a good girl because she was born to be his fuck hole. She realized he was ready to come, and broke eye contact and slid his briefs off.

He raised his hips slightly, helping her now more actively. Now his hands guided her head back, and she engulfed his cock, slobbering over it wetly and eagerly sucking it in. It was time now, no more playing. She firmly jerked his meat into her sucking hole of a mouth with two hands, just like those pretty girls in the videos, just like Mrs. Grieg had told her to. He instantly stiffened up, jamming his hips forward and crushing her mouth against his groin, her nose in his pubic hair as he came in a stream, choking her. She couldn't breath, his cock was down her gullet and firing off bursts of cum. She couldn't breath, was choking, and instead of panic she felt a clawing fire at her pussy; she realized her cunt was spasming in orgasm without even touching herself.

Time become funny for Cheryl; she was cumming, she was crying and felt her heart breaking loose in her chest as he pulled her up to him on the couch. Great racking sobs seized her as an emotional damn burst in her. She had made Josh cum. She had made Josh pump his jism down her throat, 'she had made Josh come' ran like a litany in her head.

She realized he was trying to apologize to her, saying

"I'm sorry Chery, I'm so sorry"

"No! " He looked at her, as she shouted "No" again in a voice made hoarse. "Josh never, never be sorry. Oh god Josh I love you so much, I need you so much, I want to make you happy all I want is to make you happy oh Josh oh Josh," as she climbed onto him and kissed and hugged him wildly. "Oh god Josh that was so wonderful, you make me so happy, you make me love you and want to serve you and belong to you. You make me want to f-f-fuck you so bad." She buried her head in his shoulder and shook again sobbing in catharsis and love.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Oh yes Josh." She came up again, and looked at him through tearstained eyes, and smiled sweetly. "I want more than that.... I don't want to fuck, I want to be fucked by you, stud. It is all I think about every day. Did you know I play with myself thinking about you? Did you know that about your sister? That she is a little play with herself who gets off thinking about her big strong brother?

"What?"

"Oh yea Josh, every day, two and three times a day I play with myself, thinking about you, your awesome cock and just pleasing you and loving you. I fuck myself like I'm obsessed because I want to be your freak so bad, and be nasty for you. I have been going crazy Josh. Do you know what it is like, being near you, seeing you, loving you and not being able to touch you, to tell you how much I love you? Seeing you hurt by some stupid cunt that is not worthy to be your toilet and not being able to comfort you? Oh Josh, I only have one purpose in life, one wish. I want to serve you, lovingly and obediently, and be your plaything. Anything you want Josh, anything. I'm yours." She began grinding her pantied ass against his stirring cock.

"So you want me to fuck you, huh. You want me in here?" He was still the same sweet Josh, but she saw fire in his eyes. His hands reached down to cup her crotch, just as she had imagined.

"Ohhhh." Her eyelids fluttered shut. "You know where I want you Josh?"

"Where?"

"In my ass." He looked stunned at the idea, like a bomb had gone off in his mind. "I want your cock up my ass every night, and every morning. I want your sweet cock to drill my ass anytime you want, I want to get you off in my ass, and then after you get off in my dirty ass, you know what I want?"

"What?"

"I want to clean every inch of your perfect cock with my tongue and mouth to show you what an obedient little girl I am, and how much I love you."

"Oh that's sick Chery. Something is wrong with you." She stiffened in excitement when he said that; he was right. There was something wrong with her, she was sick and nasty. "Go get some petroleum jelly from the medicine cabinet Chery." He took her face in his hands and kissed her long and deep. "Hurry up, honey"

Good. He understood, was beginning to understand that he owned her. She scurried off. Excitement made her clumsy coming back with the jelly; she almost dropped it she was so feverishly excited. She left the stay up nylons on, but slid her red panties off. She turned somewhat to give him a good view of her ass, and then looking back to see his reaction crammed a huge wad of jelly up her ass. God it felt so good, so right and proper to grease up her own back hole under her brother's gaze. He must be loving this, watching his sister slut pump two greasy fingers in and out of her butt hole for one reason only: his pleasure. She shuffled around on her knees, and liberally coated his raging erection and balls with petroleum jelly. She lathered it, pumping up and down to get his whole dick saturated and coated. Kneeling in front of him and pumping his cock was the most fulfilling and natural experience to date of her life. It was perfect: subservient, loving and active service to a perfect master.

They were new at this. It took a while to find the right position; finally they stacked pillows on the floor under her hips. He mounted her back, and worked his cock into her ass.

He didn't take his time. He thrust into her with the wild lust of a teenager. It hurt her, and that made her shake with love. It should hurt her, but at the same time it was wonderful to be hurt as he pushed more and more of his cock into her ass. Her fingers had not been an adequate preparation for this; she'd not realized how big his cock would feel in there. His cock was pushing up into her gut, splitting her open. Bluntly his dick wormed its way so far into her guts that she felt like she was a flesh glove being pulled over his meat, her intestines were a rubber being brutally stretched by his prick. It felt like a tree stump was lodged in her.

She realized at some point she was clawing back at his hips, trying to pull him in deeper, to split herself wider. He was fucking her now in earnest, pumping her darkest, most unnatural hole in the most natural way. He was puffing against her, straining his hips forward to shear his way into her guts again and again; she screwed her eyes up in painful pleasure, never, never wanting it to stop.

But she had to look to Josh's needs, not her selfish ones. She reached out with both hands to grab his wrists, guiding him to her tits. Under her prompting he pulled her bra up and began rubbing her tits; she helped him pull and maul them. He suddenly began pumping wildly into her butt while crushing her tits in those hard, hard hands.

"Oh Josh honey, oh Josh please come in me. Please, please come in me. Show me you love me by spraying my asshole with your jism. All I want to do is be your ass whore. Josh, come in my ass please!"

He did. Her jerked against her ass again and again; she could feel his cock pulse in her ass. Wave after wave of loving satisfaction and emotional fulfillment washed through her; he was happy, the one who mattered and that made her feel ecstatic. His whole weight lay on her, crushing her tiny body while his cock was still buried balls deep in her backside; she could lay her forever. No story romance had ever been sweeter, no princess ever luckier than Cheryl with her sweating brother on her and her ass well and ably filled by his tool.

She reached around behind her head to hold his head, and turned her to the left to meet him in a sideways kiss. "I love you Josh. You just made me the happiest girl in the whole world." Still somewhat drunk, voice slurred the smallest bit, he said

"I love you too Chery. That was so wonderful. I feel so close to you right now."

"That's because you own me Josh. You own me forever."

They lay there for a long time while his cock slowly deflated in her ass. His weight crushed her but she loved it; he was kissing her neck and scalp, running his fingers through her blonde hair. Words like warmth and contentment and loved were colorless paste; there were no words to describe how it felt to have your brother, your master, in your ass and content.

Finally he pulled out, and rolled off her. She in turn rolled onto him, kissing him on the mouth and running her hands on his chest. "Oh honey that was the best. So good, so good, you make me catch on fire. I just have to do one more thing. I got you dirty sweet brother. My dirty ass made part of you dirty. I have to clean you off. You are clean and I am dirty." Snaking her way down his body she rained kisses on every part of him. Kissing his pectorals, kissing his stomach and the trail of hair from his belly to his groin. Finally she came to his slimy cock. A sheen of jelly was still on it; she leaned closer and her nostrils flared as she caught the earthy stink of her ass. Her pussy was lubricating liberally again, as she slowly and delicately (delicato) put her tongue out. The pink end strained forward, and made contact with his cock. Her tastebuds were immediately flooded, it was different then her self play but oh so satisfying. She used long slow licks to get his half-engorged cock clean. She heard him mumbling about how nasty she was; it drove her fingers down between her legs. God, her cunt was on fire again, soaking wet and starting to peak. She sucked the whole cock in, cleaning and nursing while fully four fingers of her right hand popped into her cunt. Electric spasms traveled across her body; she jackknifed somewhat in orgasm, never letting the taste of jism and ass off her tongue.

"Let's go to bed Josh." She collected their clothes while they went upstairs. At the head of the stairs she threw their clothes towards the hamper outside her room, and turned to her lover. They embraced again, and she asked him, "Can I sleep in your bed tonight honey?" He smiled sleepily and pulled her after him into his room. She helped him into bed, took a few minutes to brush her teeth and use mouthwash so she would be fresh for him, and then spooned up with Josh. Her last thought as she drifted off was of Josh, was he pleased? Sleep swallowed her.