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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Erotica · #2207996
Enslaved by one or all of your siblings. Or perhaps you do the enslaved?
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Chapter #4

Ryan’s Willing Slave

    by: Unknown
You sighed inwardly, picking up your fork and stuffing the bland food in your mouth, pretending to be interested in what your siblings were saying.

You couldn’t wait until you graduated college later this year and you could move out just to avoid these family dinners. Though you did appreciate the fact that your parents let you stay at their house through college - it was already too expensive.

Your phone vibrated for the 5th time.

“Who are you texting all the time, John?” Your mother asked, nosy as usual.

“It’s his giirrrrrrrllllfriend!” Holly responded.

“How do you know that?” Jack asked.

“I went through his phone once when he was sleeping. All I had to do was unlock the phone by turning the camera to his face.” Holly said, almost bragging.

You made a mental note to switch off of facial recognition as early as possible. This family knows no boundaries.

“Awww sweetie I didn’t know you had a girlfriend!” Your mom said.

“Well I do…” you told everyone.

“I’m proud of you son!” Your dad said.

Jack scoffed. “Yeah for awhile there we were all…. wondering…”

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that!” Your mother chimed in.

“Nope he has one alright.” Holly commented. “And as much as he texts her, he might as well be her slave or something…I’ve seen a lot of their messages. Get me this, do that. It’s sad really.”

“I wish John was my slave…” Ryan said boldly with a grin. “I could really put him to work.”

You felt an obvious tingle in your pants when your dick jerked a little, and suddenly you got really clammy. Your younger brother was so smug. You looked at his closed lipped grin that almost went ear to ear…. and then down at his sharp jawline and muscular arms… you looked away trying not to make eye contact. What was happening?!

“Yeah… like I’d ever do that…” you said, scoffing him off.

For the next 40 minutes you had to deal with the usual family banter that drove you crazy like on a regular basis and all the drama from school or work.

Soon everyone retired to their respective rooms, but when you got to yours all you could think of was what Ryan said.

“I wish John was my slave…” your mind played back. “I could really put him to work.”

You could see the confidence in his cheeky grin.

You looked down and freaked out. You were slowly jerking your dick and you didn’t even notice.

You shamefully pulled your hand out of your pants and sat there, just wondering what it would be like…. to be Ryan’s slave.

You came to realize over the past couple of years that you were confused sexually. And there was something about the way Ryan toned out. He became smug, and full of himself over the past couple of years but admittedly something about his confidence and his body made you practically swoon. So you shamefully avoided him whenever you could.

You hated to admit it, but you almost had to find out...what it would be like.

Your hand quivered as you reached for your younger brother's door knob. You let it rest there for a few minutes, thousands of thoughts fluttered in your mind like birds migrating in the cold seasons.

You opened the door and stepped inside. Ryan looked visibly upset.

“What do YOU want?” Ryan asked with a clear attitude.

“...I’ll do it…” you said, your face turning pinkish red.

“You’ll do what?” He asked.

“...I-I’ll be your… slave.” You said.

Ryan started laughing.

“Wait, REALLY?!” He asked, looking as excited as a toddler during their first Christmas.

You nodded silently.

“Hahaha!!!” Ryan laughed. “Finally ready to serve me, huh?” Ryan asked.

You didn’t answer, already feeling a semi hard-on just from his grin alone.

“Close the door.” His voice sent chills down your spine.

You closed the door to his room behind you, locking yourself in with your younger brother.

“If you really want to be my slave you’re gonna have to prove it. I guess you can start by…”

You have the following choices:

1. Kissing my Ass

*Noteb*
2. Massaging my Feet

*Noteb*
3. Licking my shoes

*Noteb*
4. Giving me your girlfriends number...

*Noteb*
5. None of these - Ryan starts off slow.

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