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Chapter 1
My little sister was
born when I was nine years old. She is my only sibling, and since I was
so much older than her, Mom and Dad never had to look very far to find a
playmate or a babysitter for Alison. As she grew up, Alison and I were
very close. Being her big brother, I was her playground protector and
the one she came to with her problems. But, when I turned eighteen, I
joined the Navy and stayed in the service for eight years, which took me
away from home and unfortunately, away from my little sister. By the
time I was discharged from the Navy, Alison had turned into a seventeen
year old girl with
a
smart mouth and a seriously rotten attitude. She fought incessantly
with our parents and was probably the most disrespectful person I'd ever
seen.
So, at Mom and Dad's request, I moved
back home to see if I could be a friend to Alison and help her find her
way back to the being the sweet child she was before I joined the Navy.
The
first year I was back was difficult for Alison and me. Alison began to
hang out with the "Goth" crowd at her high school, which led to multiple
instances of her sneaking out of the house, wild parties and
eventually, some minor trouble with the police. Each time she got in
trouble, I came to her assistance and to her defense. For a while, she
seemed to change her ways – or at least it seemed like it. We did a lot
of things together and I began trusting her enough to let her drive my
car.
During the last half of her senior year in
High School, she met a boy named Brent, who I could tell was going to be
a bad influence on her. But, she was eighteen years old now and
wouldn't listen to me. This Brent kid was the epitome of a smart-ass,
and despite my warnings, Alison and Brent grew to be friends. I tried
talking to her about him, but, she told me not to worry – she definitely
didn't have any romantic interests in him. "We're just friends." She
said. "That's all."
Somewhere along the way, apparently Alison and Brent got closer than any of us realized.
I
was sitting at my computer on a Saturday afternoon when I received an
email from Alison. It struck me funny that she'd send me an email –
after all, she was at home with me, in fact, in the bedroom right next
to me. If she wanted to talk, she could just take the few steps down the
hall. However, once I opened the email and read it, I immediately
realized her email was intended for her friend, Brent, and not for me.
You
see, my name is Brett and when she started typing on the addressee line
of the email, I bet the computer must have autoselected my email
address instead of Brent's email address and she simply didn't notice.
This is the text of the email she was trying to send to Brent, but,
which came to me:
"Hey. I probably can't be
there until around 7:00 tonight, but we should still have enough time.
My parents aren't leaving until 6:30, and it will take me a few minutes
to talk my goody-goody brother out of his car keys. Then, I have to
change clothes and find a way to sneak out to his car without him seeing
me. But, don't worry, I'll be there as soon as I can.
Brent,
I really appreciate you doing this for me. I've dreamt about this
hundreds of times, and I can't believe it's finally coming true. You
have no idea how long I've wanted something like this to happen and I
want it to be exactly they way we talked about.
I
promise I will do everything you say. I promise I will not chicken out.
I promise I will not argue and from the time I come through your door, I
will be totally under your command. I've already shaved myself down
there and I will come dressed exactly as you have asked. When you open
the door to let me in, the person you see standing there will be your
totally submissive slut.
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