Tapes in the Attic
by Pan
Chapter 4
I didn’t say anything, just watched as my sister’s tongue (had it always been this long?) explored the outside of her mouth, swallowing my cum and licking her skin clean.
She never broke eye-contact as she did, staring at me as she cleaned herself, a look of worship in her eyes.
When her tongue could no longer find any cum to lick, she broke eye-contact, licking her lips as she looked down at her body. Kim let out a small squeal of excitement (as though she’d just found a butterbeer or whatever) at the sight of my semen coating her body. Her small hands began scooping it up, bringing it to her mouth hungrily.
Neither of us said a word as Kim excitedly swallowed my load, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. For several minutes, I just watched as my sister cleaned her skin of my cum, her cheeks bulging as she enthusiastically gulped down what was (I assumed) the first cum she’d ever tasted.
Mine. My cum. My sister’s first time tasting a man’s seed was cleaning her brother’s load off her body, after being hypnotized and told to strip. After I’d jerked off onto her hypnotized, pliant body.
She didn’t even know what had happened. She hadn’t even been awake when I’d…when I’d jerked off on to her.
God, what had I done?
I’d just cum onto my sister’s body. My sister’s naked, hypnotized body. I’d seen her as no brother should. I’d…I’d done to her what no one should ever do to their own family.
And I’d liked it.
Not just me, either. Kim had clearly liked it as well. Even after she’d awoken, she hadn’t freaked out—she’d been excited.
As I watched her swallowing my cum, she looked up at me obediently. Submissively. Still naked, of course.
Naked, but now she was awake.
And as Kim moved the last of my cum to her mouth, I realized I was hard again.
Did she…did she like it? I mean, even if we’d never started watching these tapes together—did women actually like the taste of men’s cum? Had Kim fantasized about swallowing a man’s seed, in the same way as I’d jerked off countless times at the idea of a woman eating mine?
Not Kim, of course. Not my sister.
At least, not until recently.
Or was none of this real? Was my sister like my mom; a prude, through and through? Perhaps she’d welcomed Dad’s ban, and was dreading the moment she had to start dating, to do anything sexual with a man?
It didn’t matter, not really. Not any more.
Not now that I had the tapes.
The idea of my eye being caught by anything other than Kim eagerly sucking down my seed might sound ridiculous, but I couldn’t help but glance over at the tapes. We were only halfway through the set, and my sister was already naked, happily moving my cum to her mouth and slurping it down.
What on earth could be on the two remaining tapes?
When Kim was done cleaning her self off, she looked at me again with love in her eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes glassy, but her expression ecstatic.
“Kim....” I said. “I...”
“Yes, master?” she replied, when it was clear that I had no follow-up.
“I love you,” I finally said.
“I know, master.” She smiled softly. “I love you too.”
That might not sound like much, but...well, we’re Japanese. In a way, that short exchange was more significant than anything else that had happened that day.
I think I surprised both of us with my next commands. “Stand up,” I ordered. “Get dressed.”
Kim did as I commanded, her face showing a mix of pleasure and confusion. Pleasure at being told what to do, and confusion at why I wasn’t asking for more.
And as she dressed, she began muttering. I don’t even think she realized she was doing it.
“My master is my world,” she intoned. “He has the right to control me. He has the right to order me to pleasure him.”
As my sister redressed, I tucked my erection back into my pants—it throbbed with arousal at the sound of her words, as she mindlessly chanted the orders she’d just learned from the tape.
“To please master is my purpose. I live to pleasure him. I exist to serve my master. To serve him sexually is my purpose.”
She shot me another disappointed look as she put on the last of her clothes. In just half an hour, Kim had gone from zero interest in seeing my cock to craving it, despairing at the sight of me putting it away.
“Go downstairs,” I ordered, and Kim bowed in obedience. “Do...do whatever you were going to do today anyway.”
I know what you’re wondering. I was hard, my sister was naked—why not take advantage of the situation? Why not fuck her? Lose my virginity, and take hers at the same time? Or have her suck my cock?
At the very least, I could have cum onto her naked, kneeling body again. While she was conscious, this time—her eyes lustfully watching my hand as I masturbated, her tongue licking her lips as she anticipated tasting my seed again, getting to swallow whatever landed in her mouth, then clean the rest up again.
But...I couldn’t.
I mean, I could have. My cock, in particular, would have liked nothing more than to find release a second time, to finally feel a woman’s touch. Even if it was my sister.
But I didn’t. And as my sister left the small attic, her narrow hips swaying, clearly trying to attract my attention, I couldn’t help but feel...relief.
I needed time to process what was going on before I did anything else. Before I did anything I couldn’t undo.
Before I did anything Dad would have disapproved of.
It was more than half an hour before I made my way downstairs. By the time I reached the kitchen, Kim was sitting at the table, sipping some tea.
“Hi,” she said, shooting me a submissive smile. Honestly, I didn’t know a smile could be submissive until I saw it appear on my sister’s face.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yes, master,” she said, her voice soft and low. I held up one hand, the irritation clear on my face. “I am here to serve you. I am here to please you.”
“No,” I said, harsher than I’d meant to—a look of hurt appeared on Kim’s face, and she quickly bowed her head.
“I’m sorry, master.”
I sighed, and did what I could to relax my tone. “No, I...I’m sorry. I just...”
I took another deep breath, and tried another tack. “Kim,” I said, my voice as commanding as I could make it. My sister looked up, practically swooning at the way I’d said her name, and I stared directly into her eyes as I continued. “I want you to...I want to make sure you’re okay with this.”
“Okay with what, master?”
Every time she called me that, it was like a pulse of pleasure went through her body.
Not just hers, honestly.
“With...with this!” I said, gesturing wildly. My sister was still smiling, looking at me with affection, like I was a dumb kid who’d just walked into the house covered in mud.
“Master, I don’t understand,” Kim replied.
I took a deep breath. I didn’t either, to be honest. What had happened just seemed so...so unreal. All we’d done was watch a video. Two.
Two videos, and my sister’s entire attitude towards me had changed. With a word—a gesture!—she’d fall to her knees. She’d strip naked, and suck my cock.
And more...
So what on earth did the last two tapes do?
“Kim,” I said, trying again. “Are you...are you okay with what we did earlier?”
“What do you mean, sir?” she asked, and that time I caught it. The hint of mischief in her voice.
She could see how uncomfortable I was with...with everything. She could see that I was struggling. And, in the classic older sister way, she’d decided to tease me a little. Toy with me.
Humiliate me.
Anger rose up in my chest, and the words came out before I could stop them.
“Kneel,” I barked. Kim’s eyes went wide and she did as she was told, dropping to her knees in front of me.
“I will kneel before my master,” she said breathlessly. “I will do as he commands.”
I reached down and grabbed her face, my eyes burning into hers. “Who am I?”
“My...my master,” Kim gasped. She was writhing—not to get out of my grip, but with pleasure.
It was obvious that my sister liked me taking control like this.
“And what are you?”
“I’m...your slave, master.” She didn’t look away. She didn’t try to pull away. Her eyes were locked onto mine, and the heat of our gaze blistered.
“Who owns you?”
My voice was quieter, but still firm. Kim’s voice trembled slightly as she replied.
“I am owned by my master. I exist because he wishes it. Because it brings him pleasure.”
I nodded, but my sister continued, her voice getting higher and more fervent as the words spilled out of her. “I am here to serve you. I am here to please you. Every part of me belongs to you. I am a tool for my master’s sexual pleasure. To please master is my purpose. I wish to pleasure him. To feel my body responding to his touch. His fingers on my breasts. His hands on my pussy. I cannot help myself, I want to be used.”
She was shaking as she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks—not of pain or fear, but of joy. I let go of her face, not sure how to respond, but my sister wasn’t done yet. “I will give my master pleasure. I will serve him with my body. I will do anything he asks of me, and I will enjoy it. I am geisha.”
I had two reactions at once, of equal strength. One was horror, of course. Like I said, just a few days ago, my sister had been...well, normal. Obnoxious, sure. Undisciplined, a little lazy. A brat.
The tapes had been maybe half an hour each, at most. An hour in the attic, and she’d been transformed. Her mind had been rewritten, my sister reprogrammed...to serve me. To submit to my every command.
To worship me.
And my other reaction? In a word: Arousal.
Despite having just cum thirty minutes earlier, I was hard as a rock. The sight of my sister, crying with joy at the thought of serving me, had sent a jolt through my cock like nothing else. The sight of tears running down to her chin, her pupils dilated with joy as she pledged her utter submission to me. As she unknowingly parroted the words from the tapes.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Kim,” I gasped, and my sister turned her attention to me, looking up obediently.
Looking up at her master.
“Are...are you sure this is what you want?” I said, already knowing what the answer was. Already knowing that I couldn’t trust it.
Sure enough, my sister delivered.
“Yes,” she said simply, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I’ve never wanted anything so much. I was born to serve. To live is to serve. There is no greater pleasure than to please my master.”
I should have walked away. I should have realized that what I was doing—what we were doing—was wrong. So wrong. Even though Kim’s words were spoken with such sincerity, the most enthusiastic of consent, they...they weren’t real. They weren’t her words.
Two tapes, less than an hour, and my sister had gone from being a disobedient brat to my submissive, willing sex toy.
It was horrifying. It was morally repugnant.
And I’d never been so hard in my life.
“Kim,” I groaned, and without me having to say a word, my sister knew what I wanted. What my body wanted.
What her master’s cock desired.
Her grin returned, that look of naughty mischief. This time it wasn’t at my expense. This time, it was pleasure with what she knew I wanted. What we were about to do.
On some level, neither of us wanted it. If we’d never found those tapes, if Mom had never asked us to clean out the attic, none of this would never have happened. Neither of us would ever have considered the other in a sexual light. We would have been repulsed by the idea of it. Hell, part of me still was.
But the fact was, we had found the tapes. We’d both been changed, forever. And now, we both needed it. Both of us craved the touch of the other.
My sister wanted to serve me. And in that moment, god damn it, I wanted to let her.
Without a word, my sister unfastened my jeans. She tugged them down, revealing my boxers, tented by my growing cock. Without a word, Kim slid her hands under the waistband. I moaned as she touched my throbbing shaft, squeezing it gently as she wrapped her fingers around its length.
Kim’s eyes widened at the hardness of my cock beneath her touch. It was my first time being touched by a woman, and my sister’s first time touching a man. Our first time was with each other, two siblings discovering each other’s bodies.
Well, Kim discovering my body. She was still fully clothed as she knelt in front of me, her hand lovingly caressing my hardness. But even then, I knew that I’d get to know her body as well.
“My hands are delicate, yet soft,” my sister muttered, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear her. I swallowed as she held me firmly, slowly stroking up and down my length. “They are tools for my master to use.”
She continued muttering, sometimes so quietly that I couldn’t hear her. I didn’t say a word, just closed my eyes and let her explore my hardness. Just let her repeat her mantras, fall deeper into submission as she played with a cock for the first time in her life.
When I opened my eyes again, my sister was staring up at me in awe. “What would you like your slave to do?” Kim asked, looking deep into my eyes. It was the question I’d been dreading.
I could tell her to do anything. Anything. The tape had made it very clear, and my sister’s words had confirmed it. I could tell her to strip naked and post photos online, and she would obey. I could tell her that our first time was going to be in her ass, and she’d bend over enthusiastically, moaning with ecstasy as her tight asshole stretched wide around me.
That wasn’t going to happen, of course. I didn’t want that, and neither did she. Not really.
But damn did my cock twitch at the thought.
So far, I hadn’t...I hadn’t told her to do anything. Not really. I’d told Kim to kneel, but everything else had been her. It was a pretty weak defense, but it made me feel better.
My cock twitched again as Kim’s hand began to pump me faster, her fist working up and down my shaft. She continued looking at me expectantly.
In response, I just stared at her. That cheeky grin appeared on her face again (god, it felt so wrong to be so attracted to my own sister’s smile) and she began to mutter once more.
“My mouth is soft. I will give my master pleasure. I will serve him with my body. I am here to serve my master. I am here to please him.”
Without further instructions from me, she leaned forward. Time stood still as Kim’s mouth closed around the head of my cock. Her soft lips wrapped tightly around me, and she started to gently suck, her eyes never leaving mine as she did.
I’d never gotten head before, so I had no idea if Kim was any good. It was her first time, so I presume she wasn’t. Unless the tape managed to somehow impart detailed sexual technique, as far as I knew, my sister was a virgin.
But what I can say is that it felt incredible.
My sister was thrumming with pleasure as she sucked my cock, her tongue swirling around my glans, licking up and down my length. And as if the physical sensations weren’t enough, there was something so intimate about it. My sister, kneeling on the kitchen floor, giving me pleasure with her mouth.
I was lost in bliss as Kim blew me. She bobbed her head back and forth, her tongue dancing along my length as I watched her take my dick into her mouth. I’d never felt anything like this before, and I knew it would be long before I lost control, cumming into my sister’s eager and willing mouth.
“Oh god!” I gasped, my hips beginning to move involuntarily at the thought. I was going to cum in my sister’s mouth. My first time was going to be with my older sister, my own flesh and blood...and despite how wrong it was, I was enjoying every second of it.
As her tongue got me more and more worked up, my mind began to race. I’d told myself that I’d come downstairs to see if this was what my sister really wanted, if she was truly okay with what we were doing. And now, in practically no time at all, she was kneeling in front of me, my cock in her mouth.
My cock in my sister’s mouth. My sister, kneeling in front of me, sucking my cock. It didn’t feel real.
But as I felt my balls tightening, I knew it was. This was really happening…and no matter what I told myself, I knew we weren’t going to stop there.
I wanted more than just her mouth. Despite the fact that she was my sister, despite the fact that she was only doing any of this because of the tapes in the attic, I wanted Kim’s body. All of it. She’d pledged it all to me, and I wanted to take her up on that offer.
As my sister sucked me as deep ass he could, I pictured myself fucking her. Using her pussy for my pleasure. Taking my sister’s virginity.
“Fuck!” I gasped, and my sister sped up. She was gagging on my cock, her tongue swirling around it, her hand pumping the base, and I knew I couldn’t last any longer. “Kim! Please! I’m gonna cum!”
“My body exists to serve you, master,” Kim gasped, letting my cock slip out of her mouth. “It is the duty of a woman to please her master. I am yours.”
A strangled cry left my throat as Kim’s mouth returned to my cock, trying as hard as she could to deep throat me.
“Kim...I’m gonna...I’m gonna...” I moaned, before trailing off. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, and I bucked uncontrollably as I came. Despite her inexperience, my sister was able to keep up with my frantic movements. The first shot went straight down Kim’s throat, and she swallowed it down eagerly, her eyes silently begging me for more. She spluttered on the second one, pulling backwards, and so my third shot landed on her face, coating it in my essence.
In response to having her face coated with my cum for the second time that day, Kim squealed with joy, kissing my shaft as another dribble of cum trickled out.
“Thank you master,” she gushed. “Thank you thank you thank you...”
I just leaned back against the kitchen table, watching as Kim licked her lips clean, then once more began scooping my cum into her mouth. Neither of us said anything as she swallowed it down, our eyes locked together.
“I know my place, master,” my sister whispered, once she’d swallowed the last of my warm seed. My cock was still rock hard, twitching with every movement Kim made, every word my sister said. “My place is beneath my master. My place is on my hands and knees, ready to serve.”
As she spoke, she fell to her hands, leaning forward and kissing my foot. I wasn’t sure how to react as she began worshipfully kissing my bare feet. All I could do was watch as she started crying again, so overcome by the intensity of what had just happened. What we’d just done.
For a moment I felt bad, but my sister’s smile confirmed that once more, they were tears of joy. Tears of pure happiness.
Happiness at getting to serve me.
“Come here,” I said gruffly, and Kim stood up and buried her head in my chest. For several minutes I just held her, my pants around my ankles, my sister’s clothed body pressed against me.
It was...nice. Weird, but nice. I don’t remember the last time we held each other like this. Even when Dad died, we didn’t...I mean, we’re not the hugging type, y’know?
Of course, we traditionally weren’t the ’getting each other off’ type, so I guess this wasn’t the most surprising thing that had happened that day.
I don’t know how long we stood there, her arms wrapped around me tightly. I put an arm around her waist and kissed her on the head. My softening cock was pressed against my sister’s stomach, but neither of us did anything about it. It was just...there.
It felt strangely normal.
We could have stood there all night, but at the sound of the door opening, I pushed my sister away.
“Act normal around Mom,” I hissed, and Kim nodded as I pulled my pants up. “Don’t call me master.”
My sister looked disappointed—like I’d told her that she wasn’t really a Gryffindor or whatever—but she nodded obediently.
When Mom came into the kitchen, everything looked normal. I was leaning against the kitchen counter, trying to look casual. Kim was sitting back at the table, eating her sandwich, scrolling through social media on her phone.
If you looked closely, you might have noticed her glancing at me occasionally. And if you’d really been paying attention, you would have noticed that these were no regular familial glances.
She couldn’t help herself. It was like it was constantly building up, needing release, and whenever she couldn’t hold back any longer, my sister would look over at me, adoration in her eyes. Lust. Complete and utter submission.
Okay, maybe that wasn’t clear from the outside. But I knew how Kim felt—how the tapes had made her feel—and so I couldn’t see her admiring looks as anything else. I could only hope that Mom wouldn’t notice...or if she did, wouldn’t read them the way I did.
Mom came in complaining about some normal Mom problem: the parking at her work or the quality of the fish in the grocery store or something. I nodded and made the usual sympathetic noises, while Kim just finished her sandwich, taking every opportunity she could to glance at her master.
As soon as I could, I made an excuse and left for my room, throwing myself down onto the bed and staring at the ceiling.
Fuck. What had I just done? What had we just done?
I’d let my sister blow me. I’d ordered her to her knees, and then cum on her face. Again! Twice in one day, I’d blasted my sister’s face with my cum.
And worst of all, I’d loved it both times. Not just me, either—my sister had clearly enjoyed it just as much as I did.
I rolled over and buried my head in the pillow. Fuck! I had to...I couldn’t...
I didn’t know what to do.
It wasn’t like I was taking advantage of my sister. I mean..I was. There was no denying that—is it even possible to cum on a woman’s face without taking advantage?
On the other hand…I hadn’t made those tapes. I hadn’t made her watch them.
The first one, anyway.
And when she had watched it, I hadn’t known what it would do. Not really. Like, I hadn’t known that she would start acting like a sex-crazed whore.
One could make the case that it was a reasonable assumption…but I hadn’t known. I mean, I didn’t make the video. For all I knew, the second tape reversed the instructions from the first one.
Part of me wished it had. Part of me wished I’d never found that fucking video. If the attic had been empty, if we hadn’t found that TV and those tapes and that damn geisha costume.
But another part of me...
I’ve never exactly been in hot demand. And it’s not my fault, not really. There’s been a lot of research into it, and the stats are pretty depressing: White women like white men. Black women like white men. White men like Asian woman…and you guessed it, Asian women like white men.
Or, if they’re really feeling adventurous…Black men.
They’ve done a lot of studies on it, and Asian men are universally considered the least attractive. We’re always the sidekick in movies, or even when we’re the lead (Jackie Chan isn’t even Japanese, but I’ll take what I can get when it comes to representation)—you guessed it, we’re still a joke.
George Takei. Pat Morita (Mr. Miyagi). Masi Oka (Hiro, from Heroes). Notice a trend?
When was the last time you saw an Japanese guy in a porn film? Unless it’s actually from Japan, and everything is blurred out.
So yeah, what had happened was pretty fucked up. Like, I’m not claiming it was morally great. But the fact is: as a Japanese dude in a white society, I was dealt a pretty rough hand in life.
Maybe finding these tapes was…I dunno, the universe’s way of giving me a break? I’d fully expected to start dating in my twenties, and then struggle for a decade until I settled for someone dumpy and boring. Someone who was happy to settle for, y’know. An Asian dude.
Instead, I’d just gotten my first blowjob. And even though she was my sister, even though she wasn’t my type, it had been hot as hell. The way she’d started crying while pledging her devotion to me. The way she’d sucked me off like a pro. The way she’d taken my cum on her face.
I knew it was wrong. Sick. Perverted. Morally reprehensible. Somehow, that just made it all hotter...
This whole thing had started as an accident. But now that it had started...
Look, it wasn’t like she wasn’t enjoying it. Even if her enjoyment was...I dunno, artificial. Can feelings even be artificial?
Her thoughts may have originally come from the tape, but now they were her thoughts. A month ago, what she was doing may have been abhorrent to her...but now, she was enjoying it. Like, even if the enjoyment was implanted by the tape, it was still a fact.
My sister was enjoying what we did. And no matter where it came from, that feeling was real. I wasn’t taking advantage, not really. I hadn’t forced her to do anything. I hadn’t even told her to go down on me. That had all been her.
Her and the tape.
I rolled onto my back once more, my brow furrowed. I’d been given a chance. A one-in-a-million opportunity. But it was like Spider-Man wouldn’t stop saying: with great power comes great responsibility.
Purely by luck, I’d been given a lot of power here. Over my sister. Over her body. More than just her body—her mind. Her heart. Possibly even her soul.
She’d let me do anything at all; I could tell her to strip naked and walk to the local mall, and she’d do it. She’d been pretty clear about that—she existed for my pleasure. She lived to obey my commands.
So yeah, I had a whole lot of responsibility. And I wanted to be…I dunno, decent with it.
Moral. Or at least, as moral as fucking your sister (and I knew that before long, I’d be fucking her) can get.
Plus, if I didn’t set some boundaries, I knew that what was happening would start to control me.
I had to stay in control. For me...and for my sister. It was too late to put the genie back in the bottle, so I had to decide what to do with the gift I’d been given: a horny, submissive sister who wanted to let me do anything.
Everything.
I got up out of bed and grabbed a pen. Three rules, that felt right. Like Asimov.
First rule, I couldn’t hurt her. I mean, like, permanently hurt her. A spanking would be fine. In fact, I bet she’d love that…
My cock twitched, and I shook my head. Focus.
Rule 1: do no harm.
That was the rule. Simple. Nothing that would, y’know, damage my sister. I couldn’t get her pregnant or cause any long-term damage. And not just physical, either. I couldn’t destroy her life…which meant Mom could never find out.
That was a good rule, actually.
Rule 2: always alone.
I was trying to write vaguely, so that if anyone found these rules, they wouldn’t know…y’know, what they were about. “Nothing while Mom is home” was the perfect thing to write if I’d wanted to raise Mom’s suspicions. I can’t prove it, but I know she’s gone through my stuff before.
Rule 2 was simple. No fooling around when Mom was home. Whatever we did, it had to be while Mom was out of the house.
That just left one more rule.
Rule 3: no more tapes.
Part of me knew that I shouldn’t have even shown her the second one. Hell, if I’d known what it did, I would never have even shown her the first.
Do no harm. Only when we’re alone. And no more tapes. Those felt like good rules. Moral. Great responsibility, and all that.
I wanted to be a good guy. And…weirdly, I wanted to be worthy of the adoration my sister was giving me. I wanted to be a good master.
And of course, now that I had these three simple rules...that meant everything else was on the table.
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