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 BROTHER'S TEENAGE SEX-SLAVE Part one.  Fourteen year-old Molly was the only
daughter of John and Evelyn Grant.  Her devoted parents made sure made sure
she and her older brother, Wayne, wanted for nothing.  Her father had been
a software developer whose various inventions brought the family millions
of dollars.  In fact they were so wealthy that both he and his wife, a
successful criminal lawyer, were able to retire while they were in their
mid-thirties.  They moved to a large country estate and spent most of their
time entertaining their equally wealthy neighbors and indulging their
children.  Many young girls in Molly's situation would turn into
self-absorbed bitches.  Not Molly.  She appreciated what her family had and
was grateful to her parents for her privileged life.  Wayne, on the other
hand, let his family's fortunate circumstances go to his head.  Four years
older than Molly, he was a nasty, bitter young man.  As ugly as his sister
was beautiful, Wayne spent much of his time alone in his room.  His
principal hobby was surfing the Internet for pornography and his only
exercise was masturbation.  His sedentary ways and prodigious appetite for
food resulted in a person who, at six feet, six inches in height, weighed
over three hundred pounds.  On this sunny Saturday morning Wayne is in his
room but he is not on the Internet.  Something of a computer whiz, he has
hidden a tiny video camera in his sister's bedroom.  To be specific, he had
concealed it in the canopy at the foot of Molly's bed so that it looks down
on his sister while she sleeps.  Wayne listens to a Korn CD while he sits
gazing at the image of his sleeping sister on the 20-inch high definition
monitor of his computer.  He is still in his pajamas.  He strokes his cock
in a distracted way while he waits for Molly to wake up.  His patience is
soon rewarded as Molly slowly opens her cornflower blue eyes.  She normally
sleeps on her side but now rolls onto her back.  Her eider down duvet is
pulled up to her chin.  Wayne scowls at the image of his sister.  How can
she be so beautiful and he so repulsively ugly, he wonders for the
thousandth time.  Indeed his sister is remarkably good-looking.  Molly has
blonde hair that she has tied into two long braids so it wouldn't tangle as
she slept.  Her face is heart-shapes with large, wide-set eyes and a small
perfect nose.  Her skin is a flawless pinkish white.  It doesn't look like
she will suffer from acne as her older brother does.  To Wayne, the most
attractive feature of his sister's face is her mouth.  Molly has a wide
generous mouth with full, red lips.  Her lips seem to be set in a permanent
smile - a smile that her brother hopes someday to wipe of her face
permanently.  She is at that wonderful point of her physical development in
which she retains the innocent beauty of childhood while developing into a
spectacularly beautiful woman.  Molly is in no hurry to get out of bed. 
Her brother's cock jerks and his heart beats faster as she slowly pushes
the duvet to the foot of her bed.  As he had hoped, his young sister chose
to sleep naked.  Wayne sits with his cock in one hand and his computer
mouse in the other as he makes the hidden camera silently scan his sister's
naked body.  Molly is already five feet six inches tall - a foot shorter
than her older brother.  She has long, slender legs.  Her feet are small
and her delicate toes are painted with pink nail polish.  Her thighs and
calves are shapely and well-muscled thanks to weekly dance classes and
horseback riding.  Wayne guides the silent camera up his sister's legs to
her hips which are beginning to swell to womanly roundness.  A small, clear
drop of seminal fluid gleams at the tip of his swollen cock as the monitor
captures his sister's magnificent breasts.  The creamy mounds are crowned
by well-defined pink nipples whose color (no doubt coincidentally) matches
the nail polish on her fingers and toes.  Molly is still going through
puberty so her firm breasts will no doubt get larger.  For now each
glorious tit would just fit into an old-fashioned champagne glass.  The
only imperfection on her body (if it can be called an imperfection) is a
mole on the side of her right breast.  If her breast were the face of a
clock the mole would be at four o'clock, about an inch from her aureole. 
Although her brother considers the mole to be a beauty mark whose very
presence serves to accentuate the flawless beauty of the rest of her skin..
Both Wayne's heartbeat and cock stroking speed up when his little sister
begins to tweak the nipple of her left breast until the nubbin of flesh
fills with blood and stands erect.  Meanwhile her right hand slowly wends
it way between her legs.  Unbeknownst to her, Molly's brother maneuvers the
camera so that is focuses on her vagina.  Wayne groans softly.  His
virginal sister has a beautiful vagina.  Her wispy blond pubic hair fails
to conceal the perfect outer lips of her mons veneris.  Nestled within this
soft flesh are the delicate pink folds of her labia.  These tender petals
join at the top of the entrance to her vagina to provide a sheltered space
in which her clitoris stands out proudly.  Molly begins to stimulate this
little organ with the forefinger of her right hand.  She moans softly as
her clitty reacts by swelling to twice its size.  Wayne continues to jerk
off along with his sister.  Soon the pre-cum, which leaks freely from the
tip of his cock and spatters onto his thighs, is matched by the juice that
begins to flow from his sister's vagina.  The camera shows her labia
glistening with her cunt fluids.  Clear drops of girl-juice cling to her
labia much as drops of morning dew cling to the petals of a rose.  Barely
in control of the mouse, Wayne makes the camera back off to a full-length
shot of his fourteen-year-old sister.  She lets go of her engorged nipple
and moves her left hand between her legs.  As she rubs her clit with
increasing energy she carefully inserts her middle finger of her left hand
into her vagina.  Her finger is slender enough to pass through the opening
of her intact hymen.  Soon her finger is buried to the knuckle into her
cunt.  She squeezes the muscles of her vagina so that her finger is trapped
in the folds of her girl flesh.  Her whole body is trembling with sexual
energy.  Soon a small stream of pussy juice flows out of her cunt to soak
the sheets between her legs.  She relaxes slightly and slowly removes her
finger from her pussy.  It glistens with vaginal fluid.  In the throes of
passion she unconsciously raises her hand to her face and rubs the soaking
finger over her full lips before inserting the digit into her mouth.  Wayne
can see from the expression on her face that she likes the salty taste of
her own cunt.  Both brother and sister masturbate with increasing fury. 
Molly's orgasm shakes her beautiful body like an earthquake.  Her eyes are
closed and her mouth emits a muted shriek.  Her pink toes are curled
tightly as wave after wave of pleasure pulsates from her cunt throughout
her body.  As he watches his sister's body vibrating with lustful energy
Wayne can feel his climax building.  His balls are tingling as it prepares
to flood his cock with sperm.  He quickly stands up.  Like his sister, he
too moans as what feels like a liter of jizz races from his balls through
his pulsating cock to splash wetly onto the screen of his computer monitor.
Barely in control, Wayne manages to change the focus of the camera so that
it shows a full close-up of his satiated sister as she lies contentedly on
her bed.  He is delighted by the sight of his sperm slowly sliding down
screen of the monitor.  In his heart he wishes that the cum was defiling
Molly's face, not just her image.  Completely spent, Wayne falls back onto
his chair.  He fervently wishes that someday he will have his sexy little
sister at his mercy.  Later that day John and Evelyn Grant bid their
children farewell and depart on a long planned trip to Paris.  It is to be
a second honeymoon so Molly and Wayne are to remain at home.  They will be
well taken care of by the staff of the house that consists of a maid, a
cook and a housekeeper.
   Around midnight the calm of the house is broken by the sound of the
doorbell.  Molly wakes up at the reverberation of the chimes.  She has a
bad feeling.  Any caller at this late hour can be bringing only bad news.
She rushes out of bed and puts on her white terrycloth bathrobe.  As she
comes out of her bedroom she almost collides with Wayne who has come down
from his room.  Together they descend the stairs.  Mrs Halloway, the
housekeeper, has already opened the door and let the visitors in.  Standing
uncomfortably in the large foyer are two policemen.  The older cop looks at
Wayne.
   "Mister Grant?" he asks.
   "I'm Wayne Grant."
   "I'm afraid I have some bad news, Mr Grant," the policeman continues.
   Molly's heart is in her throat.  It must by mom and dad!
   The cop says.  "I'm afraid that there is no easy way to tell you this so
I'll just say it.  Your parents are dead."
   "No!!!" cries Molly.
   Ignoring the girl, the policeman tells Wayne that the private jet in
which his parents were flying disintegrated east of Nova Scotia.  The crew
of an oil tanker happened to be in the area of the crash and managed to
pick up some wreckage.  There were no survivors.
   While Molly wailed, Wayne remained calm.  He thanked the policemen for
telling him this bad news in person and not over the phone and saw them to
the door.
   As soon he shut the door his distraught sister rushes into his arms.
   "Oh Wayne," she sobs.  "They can't be dead!"
   Wayne feels as if he was standing in a corner of the room observing this
scene.  He feels little sorrow at the news of his parents' demise.  Instead
he feels liberated.  As he consoles his sister he can't help but appreciate
that she is naked beneath her robe.  As she clings to his neck he is keenly
aware that her firm breasts were pressed into his chest.
   The next week passes by in a flurry of activity.  The Grant's lawyer,
Arthur Goldman, arrives and reveals to Wayne and Molly the details of their
parents' wills.  Wayne is pleased to learn that his parents had been worth
almost one hundred million dollars.  The money is to be divided equally
between himself and his sister.
   "Your father and mother made me executor of the estate until you reached
the age of majority" explains the lawyer.  "The money was to be held in a
trust fund until you came of age.  Since you, Wayne, turned eighteen last
week half of the estate is yours now.  The balance will be held in trust
for Molly until she turns eighteen."
   Molly appears to be barely listening to Goldman.  She is still in
mourning for her parents.  Wayne on the other hand is all ears.
   "Wayne, I'll tell you right now that I advised your parents not to leave
you so much money at such a relatively young age," the lawyer continues. 
"It would have been safer to provide you with an allowance until you turned
twenty-five.  I think that they were about to agree but were killed before
their wills could be changed.  So as it stands now Wayne you have access to
almost fifty million dollars."
   Turning to Molly he continues.  "Molly, for the next four years you are
to be provided with a monthly allowance...."
   "That won't be necessary," interrupts Wayne.  "I'll take care of Molly
with my own funds.  She can keep all her money in the bank until she's
eighteen."
   "That's generous of you, Wayne," says Goldman as he stands up to leave.
"I'm sure Molly will be in good hands as you, no doubt, have her best
interests at heart."
   Turning to Molly the lawyer tells her that if she needs anything to just
let him know.
   Wayne interrupts the lawyer.  "Mr Goldman, I thank you for all the work
you have done for my parents in the past.  Now that they are dead and I am
legally an adult my sister and I would like to dispense with your services.
I will be responsible for my sister until she comes of age."
   Goldman turns pale.  "I've represented your parents for ten years and
admit that I'm somewhat shocked that this relationship will not be
continued with you.  But as you say, you are an "adult" and, as such, can
be responsible for both yourself and young Molly."
   With that Goldman takes his leave.
   Wayne turns to his sister.  "Molly, can you get Mrs Halloway please?"
   Molly hurries off to find in her study.  The two of them soon return. .
   "Mrs Holloway, I'll come straight to the point," Wayne announces.  "Your
services and those of the rest of the staff are no longer required."
   Both the housekeeper and Molly are shocked.
   "But Wayne," protests the housekeeper.  "I've known you for most of your
life.  I've been like a..."
   "Enough!" the older sibling interrupts.  "If you and the others can
leave within twenty-four hours I will give each of you one year's salary
and a glowing letter of recommendation.  If you remain for one minute
longer you'll get a month's pay and no letter."
   Motivated by the money Mrs Halloway leaves quickly to tell the others to
clear out.
   "So much for sentiment," laughs Wayne.
   "I don't understand, " says Molly.  "Why fire the staff?"
   Her brother eyes her coldly.  "That's just the first of many changes,
Molly.  Up until now you've always been everyone's favourite.  Well now
everybody who doted on you is gone or soon will be.
   Molly is upset by these unfair remarks but still feels that Wayne will
take care of her.
   "I've done some planning in the past week," he continues.  "I've
arranged for a new household staff.  They should arrive in two days.  In
the mean time we'll just have to survive on our own."
   Money is a great motivator and the domestic help cleared out early the
next day.
   Wayne is delighted that he and his little sister are, at last, alone.
   After eating a lunch of peanut butter sandwiches and milk in the kitchen
Wayne stands up and announces that he is going to his room.  He asks his
sister to join him after she puts the dishes in the dishwasher.
   After a few minutes Molly knocks on her brother's bedroom door.
   "Come in," he instructs.
   Molly enters.  She has always been impressed the few times that her
brother let her into his room by how large it was.  Situated on the third
storey of their massive house, it takes up almost the two thirds of the
floor space.  In comparison, Molly's room is relatively small although she
prefers it because it was located on the second level close to her parents'
master bedroom.
   Wayne is sitting on a black leather sofa.  It faces a wall from which a
fifty-inch plasma television hangs.
   He turns to his sister.  "Molly, come and join me.  I've got something
you may be interested in seeing."
   As she approaches she blushes slightly.  Her brother is staring at her
with such concentration that she feels uncomfortable.
   Wayne appreciates the graceful way Molly moves.  Today she is dressed in
tight white shorts.  He can tell she is not wearing a bra as her nipples
push out the thin material of her yellow T-shirt.
   She sits down next to her brother who reaches over to an end table and
picks up a remote control.
   "There's something you probably didn't know about me," he says.  "I'm
something of an amateur film maker.  I've just finished my latest
production and I'd like you to be the first to see it.  Since you are the
star of the film."
   Molly is confused.  She doesn't remember participating in any movie.
   Before she can say anything, Wayne presses a button and the giant plasma
TV comes to life.
   The first scene appears to have been photographed in the bathroom
adjoining Molly's bedroom.  She can hear the shower running and the vapor
from hot water fills the room.  The camera appears to be placed high up as
it looks down at the room.  Soon the sound running water stops and the
glass door of the shower stall opens.  Molly is stunned when her naked
image steps out of the shower stall.  Water beads over her naked body as
she quickly picks up a blue towel and begins drying herself.  Her back is
to the camera so that she displays her wonderful ass to its gaze.
   Molly is so shocked that she cannot move.
   Wayne says, "Molly you know you've got a wonderful butt -- not too big
and not too small.  No, it's just right." Indeed her older brother is
correct.  As she arches her back to dry her hair she can see that her
buttocks flare beautifully from her legs.
   "I guess the best words to describe you butt is 'cute and perky'", her
brother continues.
   Molly can finally speak.  "You hid a camera in my bathroom!" she cries.
   Wayne laughs.  "Not just your bathroom.  Watch."
   The sight of Molly drying her naked body is replaced with the image of
her masturbating in her bed.  She is mortified.
   "Here comes the best part," Wayne says.  "I've recorded you getting
yourself off dozens of times and have edited the best parts.  Look!"
   Molly cannot believe her eyes.  Wayne has edited the film so that she is
shown having one climax after another - an montage of multiple orgasms.
   Tears of shame flow from her blue eyes.  Her mortification is complete.
Wayne is unfazed by her tears.  "You are a horny little slut, aren't you, "
he announces.  "Well the sight of you climaxing over and over again has
turned me on too.  So why don't you get on your knees, unzip my fly and
suck my cock!"
   Molly can't believe her ears and sits in stunned silence.
   "Look now you little cunt," Wayne continues.  "Mom and Dad aren't here
to protect you.  I told you yesterday that things around here are going to
change.  Well the first change is you status in what's left of the family.
You are no longer to be the pampered princess.  No.  Now that I'm in charge
you are to be my slave."
   Before she can react her brother slaps a handcuff on her right wrist and
cuffs the other manacle to his left.
   As she struggles in vain Wayne explains to Molly that tomorrow the new
staff will be arriving.  Their sole purpose will be to train her to be the
perfect sex toy.  Now, Cunt, down on your knees!"
   End of Part One 
  
TEENAGE SEX-SLAVE -BDSM -  PART 1