It just reminded me of how I ok bommered my 18 years old little sister for her birthday.
For this special occasion, I invited my dear imouto to accompany me in my bedroom, as I happened to have a bunk bed. Once we both entered, I swiftly rushed to the door and locked it, and then proceeded to put the key in the middle of my two dick halves, finally closing it all up with flex tape.
“Onii chan, this is not where you’re supposed to put the key! Baka Baka”
she yelled at me, but I calmly put my finger on her lips, telling her to calm down.
“Sis, let’s play that game we love to do together! But because today is a special day, I’ll make it an unforgettable memory. Do you want to do it?”
Timidly, she nodded. I smiled, and then gently guided her towards my bed, where a mysterious black box lied below it.
“O-Onii chan what is this?”
Not wanting to spoil the surprise awaiting her, I simply replied
“This is a surprise tool that will help us later on!”
I then quickly climbed on top of my bed, where lied a 10 meter rope that I made myself by braiding the dick foreskin that I slowly accumulated throughout the years by cutting off small bits of my own cummocopter.
“Let’s use this rope today sis, I spent years to prepare it for this special occasion. After all today is finally the day where your age matches the amount of time we have sex together in the morning”
With tears in her eyes, she ran towards me and gave me a tight embrace. Because of her small height, her head was at the level of my crotch, which none of us complained about. Actually, she had a little fun rubbing her head around; getting a feel of what will soon tear her apart from the inside.
After this tender brother-sister moment, she went under my bunk bed, with a quizzical expression as to why she had to go there.
“Sis, you remember what emo dad tried to do yesterday?”
“Suspension!”
“Yup, but today we aren’t doing it with our neck!”
“uwu onii chan you meanie!”
After a few giggles, I got into action. First, I put on the brass knuckles that I hid in my pubic hair, and then proceeded to hit my pocket loli in her stomach with all my might. Folded in half from the shock, large amounts of bile mixed with blood poured out of her mouth. Because she was paralyzed from the shock, I followed up with an upward kick between her thin legs.
Unable to handle the pain, she fell on the ground, soaked in her own puke and urine. Coughing and trying to catch her breath, she tried to slowly crawl away from me.
“It’s over Imouto, I have the high ground!”
“You underestimate my power!”
She yelled back, before activating her spell card “Trail of the snail”. A large and bright aura started to emit from her crotch, which she then stuck on the ground while splitting her legs, as if her vagina was a motorcycle. Making a “vroom vroom” sound with her mouth, she slid on the ground at neck breaking speed, leaving a yellowish and gooey rubber trace behind her. Using her special power to its maximum potential, she climbed to the roof of my room with the power of her female penis and sticky fluids. However, none of this mattered; and seeing how the situation was desperate for her, I started to laugh uncontrollably.
Little did she knew, while she was asleep, I secretly inserted a 20-pound electronic butt plug inside her, leaving a bulge on her smooth belly because of it’s impressive size. When she asked me about her belly and why she has gotten so heavy, I simply told her she must have become pregnant from my blessed seeds. However, what truly lied inside her was no less than the AssAssinator V2; a mighty tool created by god himself. Built with titanium for maximum durability and silver for maximum conductivity, it features a 100-Kilowatt generator: able to deliver electric stimulus on the same level as Zeus anal fucking a goat a Friday morning.
This device was no ordinary butt plug; it was a weapon of war, and it was in my little sister’s bun.
“The truth is, the game was rigged from the start”
My little loli’s face grew tense as I spat out those words. I pulled out a small black remote and pointed it towards her.
“Let’s see how much you like this”
The very moment I pressed on the power button, my imouto’s face winced from the sudden pain.
“Hyyaarrghh!!”
Still stuck on the roof thanks to the sucker between her legs, the once determined little sister, now arched backward with her mouth wide open, was completely overwhelmed from the pain. What was supposed to be tears evaporated almost instantly once it came out from her eyes. Trickles of saliva vomit and imoutoghurt started raining down on my room, which I intercepted with my tongue.
“O-Onnii Ch-an… I-I can’t k-keep up…”
“What do you mean? We’re just getting started”
Generous as I am, I let her enjoy the electric stimulus for another five minutes. However, eager as I was to have fun together with her, I turned off the AssAssinator V2. Exhausted from all the fun she had for the past few minutes, her entire upper body was pointing down towards the ground, her legs remaining spread to let her slimy motorcycle keep her away from me.
“Now now, this is no time to take a nap, come down here. This is where the main event starts”
Not moving after what I said, I picked up my foreskin rope, making a lasso with it.
“If you won’t come down, I’ll do it for you!”
Taking aim, I threw the lasso, and landed it right around her neck. I swiftly pulled on it. Before she could produce any sound, her neck was tugged downward, almost breaking from the strength I applied to it.
Silence filled the room, leaving only the sound of the rope slowly tearing through her flesh.
Her face completely purple from the lack of oxygen, my sweet loli, in a last resort effort, tried to undo the knot on her neck with her weak hands. However, she only hurt herself in the process.
“Now is no time to Sayori yourself!”
Finally, a plop sound reverberated throughout the room: Her female penis had finally given up on sticking her to the roof. Newton doing his part, loli-chan fell heavily on the ground with her legs first. Bent in the wrong direction, her right thigh wielder broke, turning purple like Thanos’s dick. Quickly, before my sister could scream in pain, I rushed towards her and shoved my 12 inches of affection down her throat to hide the noise.
“Ghargbl”
Funnily enough, I could feel, in the depth of her tight mouth tunnel, each of her vocal chords trembling and caressing my Kobe meat; like a Pasteur would caress a child’s head before getting a blowjob. The sound produced by this mouthful of chords roared from the tip of my R rated sausage, all the way to my spherical siblings, leaving my whole ecosystem in a magnitude 9 seism like turbulence. I moaned from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Urghh… so that’s why I never got good grades in choral”
I swiftly removed the lollipop that was about to choke to death my little sister.
“Arf-!”
Between coughs and hiccups caused by her uncontrollable crying, my pocket ban hammer tried to catch every single dioxygen molecules she could find in the room.
“Can’t you stop crying? You merely got punched in the stomach, got a 100 Kilowatt electroshock from a 20 pound dildo hidden in you six year old body, broke your leg and choked on my divine wiener. Don’t you think you’re overreacting a little bit?”
Seemingly not bearing any fruits, my remark only worsened her cries. I sighed.
“And I thought you would enjoy this gift. Oh well; I still have a lot left to give you today. Look, let’s tie you up and then play with what I brought with me, okay?”
Anticipating her answer, I stuffed a gag ball in her mouth and locked it on her head. That way, she would: First, look sexier; and secondly, shut the fuck up. Two birds, one stone.
Satisfied by the muffled sounds she was now producing, I serenely reached out for the foreskin rope, knowing that my imouto won’t be able to escape with a broken leg. Now having the right tools, I put myself to work.
Like a meticulous artist, knot-by-knot, centimeters by centimeters, I slowly but surely turned my sister into a bondage art piece. Finally done with it, I looked with satisfaction at my magnum opus:
Suspended 50cm (0.546807 yards) above the ground, my sister had her two arms tied behind her back in a 90° angle, from which the foreskin rope slithered it’s way through her silky skin towards her neck in a V shape, where it converged in several small knots; preventing her from moving too roughly.
To highlight her body features, two diamond shaped twists of boneless jews circled around her breasts, acting like the frame of a painting of which the only content was two protruding pink nipples.
To secure her left leg that was still fully functional, the rope went around her knee on the upper and bottom side, making sure that it would slide off. It then connected in a single, solid thread towards her neck; choking her if she happened to pull on it or simply let her leg rest.
As for her broken right leg, it was bent in an impossible way, being completely pressed to the right side of her torso; entirely revealing her crotch in the process. The lower half of the broken leg was bent 90° in the wrong direction, connecting it to her left shoulder, where a solid knot prevented it from moving.
Satisfied, I let out a sigh, looking down on the puddle of saliva, snot and tears that accumulated over time below my agonizing sister. Her face looking like Saki on page 216 of Emergence, I couldn’t help but feel a pain in my chest; probably because of all the blood that it was supposed to get that was instead redirected to my penis.