Slave to My Sister

Slave to My Sister
by Tiny Tim

Having discovered the Diana the Valkyrie website, my sister has
instructed me to tell your readers how she gained total control over my
body and my life. She delights at reading your stories, especially the
many in which little sisters become stronger than their big brothers.

In my case, however, I would feel odd calling Rebecca my little sister.
Yes, she's younger than me, and I used to truly be the big brother. But
that was a long time ago. Now my "little sister" dwarfs me, standing more
than half a foot taller than me in her bare feet. She is much stronger
than me, with an awesome body that makes mine look insignificant by
comparison, and she never lets me forget it.

Genetics sucks, in my opinion. It certainly played a cruel trick on me.
Rebecca got all of the good stuff and I got the opposite. Dad was six
feet tall, athletic and a very smart and successful businessman, though
he wasn't that great looking. Mom was shorter, but was very pretty with a
great figure. Rebecca inherited Dad's athletic abilities, sharp thinking
and strong self-confidence, and Mom's beauty. I inherited Dad's plain
looks, and Mom's thin figure. But worst of all, Rebecca inherited Dad's
height and I inherited Mom's shortness.

I hadn't realized this phenomena right away. All I knew was I was always
one of the shortest kids in my class, and I always got picked on because
of it. I reacted by taking out my frustration on my little sister
Rebecca, who, being three years younger than me, was a convenient target
when we were kids. The more I got hassled at school, the more I hassled
Rebecca.

But as Rebecca approached her teens, I noticed a disturbing trend. My
little sister, who had always been a head shorter than me, had narrowed
the gap. Even though I was shorter than most of my peers, I was bigger
than Rebecca, and though I never really thought about it, I guess I
figured that I would always be the "big" brother. But now, instead of
coming up to my neck, Rebecca had reached my eye height. And now that I
was looking, I noticed that Rebecca was one of the tallest kids in her
class!

And not only that, Rebecca, who had always been pretty, was turning into
a "babe", as guys even my age were starting to say. Once a gawky girl,
she now was developing self-confidence and poise as well as developing a
shapely, hard athletic body. One day she gave up her long, little-girl
pigtails and let her thick black hair flow freely below her shoulders,
and suddenly she was a striking looking young woman. I couldn't help
notice that guys were starting to look at my kid sister in an entirely
different way than I was used to.

I was unsettled by the thought that my physical dominance over my sister
wasn't as great as it used to be, so one day I tried to reassure myself
by picking a fight with Rebecca. As I was wrestling her to the ground,
preparing to pounce on her, my sister gave me a hard shove, more out of
frustration than anything else, and I fell to the floor. Rebecca was as
surprised as I was that I wasn't able to easily overpower her as I had in
the past, but suddenly the fear that I had always instilled in her left
her eyes. In its place I saw a confidence that she has had ever since. I
got up and pushed back, but Rebecca held on and wrestled me down, and we
rolled around for a while. Her body was sturdier than mine, despite the
fact that I was still taller than her, and I was lucky to break away. It
was at best a draw. I muttered some tough words about how I was going to
let her off easy, but she chuckled at me as I went to my room.

Despite my bravado, my sister knew that she had successfully repelled my
attack, the first time she had ever been able to do that.

On the next day, Rebecca grinned at me in a way that she never had
before. It was a challenging, taunting look, almost daring me to start
another fight. She used to dread these confrontations, but now she seemed
eager for one. I, on the other hand, was, for the first time in my life,
afraid of what might happen in our next tussle.

As the weeks went on, it was clear that at the age of 16 I had stopped
growing at 5'5". Rebecca seemed to be getting closer to my height each
day, and she noticed. She started wearing shoes and boots with high
heels, putting her above me in height. She enjoyed being able to look
down on her "big" brother. And her body was becoming more formidable in
other ways. Rebecca was on the soccer, basketball and track teams, and
had been working out extra hard since our last fight. And as she grew
taller, Rebecca sized me up when she looked at me. Her once fearful look
had been replaced by eager anticipation.

A couple of months later, the inevitable happened. Rebecca had spent the
spring vacation with our grandparents in Florida, and came back with more
than just a suntan. "Hi, LITTLE brother!" she purred as her lips formed a
gleeful, mischievous smile while she walked up to me, and looked down
into my eyes. She was wearing sneakers like me, and I was staring up at
the awful truth: My 13 year-old sister had grown taller than me, her 16
year-old brother!

What added to the humiliation of my little sister now being bigger than
me was that she was gloating about it in front of our parents, who seemed
amused by it. Dad and Rebecca shared the same forceful personality, and
Dad felt that he had more in common with her than with me. My small, thin
frame and meekness was a disappointment to him. And though Mom loved both
of us, of course, she had a closer mother-daughter relationship with
Rebecca, so I had little real sympathy in my house as Rebecca
continued to celebrate having become physically superior to me. My
parents just smiled while Rebecca playfully pushed me around the room,
demonstrating how easily she could manhandle me and how powerless I was
to stop her. They had no idea how badly I had treated her when I was
truly the "big" brother, and they would never know the extent of how
badly she would treat me from that day on.

In front of Mom and Dad, Rebecca made me arm wrestle with her. My sister
is right-handed and I'm a lefty, so it wasn't surprising when she slammed
my right hand down instantly. But with her left hand Rebecca toyed with
me, making me struggle while she held her upright grip on me. Then
slowly, with a triumphant smile, her weaker arm overpowered my stronger
one! "I knew that I could do this months ago," she crowed as she squeezed
my fingers painfully while grinding my hand into the floor, "but I
figured that I would wait until you officially became my 'little
brother'! It's been fun watching you helplessly look at me grow over the
past few months, after you stopped growing. I decided to lay off of you
then, but now all of that changes!"

Rebecca laughed at me as I avoided her for the rest of the day. I wasn't
sure what kind of "changes" she was talking about, but I had some ideas,
and my worst fears were confirmed the next morning.

As usual, I rode my bike to school, leaving early, trying to avoid
Rebecca. We went to the same Junior-Senior high school complex. Our
classes were in different wings, but we shared common playing fields,
bike racks, teacher's parking lots, etc. I started to lock up my bike
while trying to flirt with one of the few girls in my class who was
shorter than me, Wendy. I hadn't seen Rebecca coming, but she rode up in
her bike and ran into me, knocking me down. I had tried my best to avoid
a confrontation with my sister, but now she was picking a fight with me,
in front of our classmates!

"I'm putting my bike here!" she declared. I was stunned by how forceful
her body was. To save face in front of our schoolmates I got up and
pushed back at her, but her workouts had made her body so solid that I
almost bounced off of her. She stepped right up to me, letting everyone
see how she, my little sister, was now the bigger sibling.

"Now I'm going to do something that I've wanted to do for a long time.
I'm going to beat you up, Timmy. I'm going to knock you down! I know that
I embarrassed you in front of Mom and Dad yesterday, but they wouldn't
have let me punch you out! But now, they're not here to protect their
weak little boy from his mean, big-little sister!"

It took just three punches. A left to my gut, doubling me over, a right
uppercut to my jaw, snapping my head back, and a blast to my chin,
sending me onto my back. With a wretched groan I rolled over and got up
to my hands and knees. But before I had a chance to recover, Rebecca sat
down firmly on my back and gripped the hair on the nape of my neck.

"You should have obeyed me right away, Timmy." she chided. "Now I'll have
to teach you a lesson that you and this school will never forget. Crawl
over to the bleachers!"

I turned around to object, but Rebecca stabbed her heels into my flanks.
"MOVE IT!" she barked like a drill sergeant, not like the little sister
who used to cower in fear in front of me. Tentatively I crawled a few
steps, but another few kicks to my side and belly sped me up. With her
grip on my neck Rebecca steered me onto the grass and towards the
bleachers where the football players and cheerleaders always hung out
before school started. With my sister victoriously riding me, I looked
around and realized that dozens of our fellow classmates were now
watching us intently. I tried to apologize to Rebecca for not moving my
bike and promised to do it if she would let me up, but she responded not
in words, but by painfully gripping the back of my neck with her strong
fingers.

As we approached them, the football players and cheerleaders gathered
around us. "Now lower your head and take a big bite of the grass!"
commanded Rebecca. I started to protest, but my sister responded by
kicking my arms out, sending my face crashing, nose first, into the
ground. I could feel the immediate swelling, but as soon as I tried to
lift my head, Rebecca tightened her hold on my neck. "I said EAT!" she
growled, and frantically I started taking bites of the grass. She ordered
me to chew, swallow and take more bites, and now I was obeying her more
eagerly than I had just a few minutes before. And I was doing it in front
of the most popular students in school!

After making me swallow yet another clump of grass, Rebecca squeezed her
thighs around my middle. "As of right now, I'm making you my Boy, Timmy!"
The kids gasped. Some of the girls giggled in excitement. Rebecca dug her
heels into my ribs. "ADMIT IT, BOY!"

Let me explain. In our town, in our school, it was a custom that if one
kid beat another in a fight, or otherwise physically imposed his will on
him an proved able to maintain control, the victim would become the
victor's "Boy". Being someone's Boy was as awful a stigma as could be
attained in school. A Boy was subject to a constant array of
humiliations, serving his "Boss" (the commonly used term for the
dominator) by carrying his books, serving his lunch in the cafeteria and
otherwise demonstrating to their fellow classmates who was the Boss and
who was the Boy. It was commonly accepted and as long as he didn't get
too far out of hand, the faculty usually looked the other way, in
deference to the school's age-old tradition.

In all of those years, however, there was an unwritten rule that a male
cold never boss a female. And though one female occasionally became the
Boss of another, this was less common and usually didn't last as long as
with the guys. It was considered unsporting for someone to boss a Boy who
was in a lower grade than his own, but if on occasion a younger male was
able to subjugate an older one, it was considered fair game.

In nobody's memory, however, had the school seen a girl bossing a guy.
And, if that wasn't enough for people to take notice, it was a junior
high school girl bossing a high school guy. And though one or two younger
brothers had made their older brothers into their Boy, it was
unprecedented for a younger sister to become her older brother's Boss;
and to make him her Boy! But that is exactly what my kid sister was doing
to me. "ADMIT IT!" Rebecca barked again.

My situation was hopeless "YES, BOSS REBECCA, I AM YOUR BOY!" I trembled,
using the term of subservience well known to the entire student body.
With those words, from that moment, I became my younger sister's slave,
and all of our classmates knew it and treated me with contempt because of
it, and the remainder of my high school career was a daily misery.

After my verbal acceptance of my fate, Rebecca's grip on my neck steered
me back towards where our bikes were. The cheerleaders all raced towards
the other students, shouting out the news to them. When we got to the end
of the grass and my knees hit the pavement, the pain slowed me down, but
Rebecca slammed the backs of her shoes into my belly as she rode me, and
after a stumble I raced frantically to the bikes. There were over a
hundred kids watching when she finally got off of my back, ordering me to
lock her bike in the spot that she had taken away from me. Even Wendy,
the girl that I had been flirting with, joined in the contemptuous
chiding of the crowd.

Rebecca then led me to the end of the rows of bike racks to the one
closest to the entrance to the school grounds but farthest away from the
classrooms. No one put there bikes anywhere near there, so mine would be
very conspicuous. "You will lock your bike here every day, Boy!" she
announced. "You will then go to the closest spot to the classrooms and
save the spot for me until I get there. You will lock up my bike and
always remain 3 steps behind me until I dismiss you. After classes you
will stand silently by my bike until I get there, after track practice.
Only then will you be allowed to get your own bike and leave. And when
you do leave you will go directly home without stopping. Understand,
Boy?"

"Yes, Boss Rebecca!" I muttered, loud enough for some of the kids to
hear. In 10 minutes my kid sister had truly become my Boss, making me do
humiliating acts and verbally accepting her authority to do it. She had
given me a series of long and short term orders, and before first period
started every student in both wings of the Junior-Senior High knew that I
was my sister Rebecca's Boy.

From that day, Rebecca put me through my degrading paces. Everyone
entering the school grounds passed by my bike and had no choice but to
notice it, since it was twenty feet away from the others. And then they
would pass by me as I guarded Rebecca's choice spot on the closest bike
rack. There was always a crowd by the time Rebecca rolled up. I would get
to my knees to lock her bike, just as she ordered, while she stood over
me, hands on her hips.

Since we were in different wings of the school, I was spared, for then,
the indignity of carrying my sister's books, but we shared the same
cafeteria and unfortunately the same lunch period. She had me prepare
sandwiches at home, usually tuna or turkey, her favorites, and had me buy
her salad, drink and dessert at school. I served her lunch like an
obsequious butler (as other Boys were doing with their male Bosses) and
had to get her permission for me to eat my own lunch, which she always
made, and which always consisted of peanut butter (which she knows I
hate) with different additions that she kept surprising me with -
ketchup, mustard, anchovy paste, horseradish, hot peppers - anything that
would make my lunch as revolting as possible. She often made me buy her a
second cold drink, while my thirst and dry mouth was agonizing.

For the rest of the school year I followed the same humiliating routine.
I was mocked by even the nerdiest of students, and even though I tried
to obey all of Rebecca's orders immediately, she always found a reason to
further demean me. She had me race the entire Girl's track team once
around the oval, and of course I came in dead last. She then made me
kiss the girl's feet out of respect for their beating me in the race. She
would sit on my back and always made me take a big bite of the grass and
swallow it, and then she rode me on my back towards the locker room while
her teammates ranked me out while kicking at my arms and legs.

Rebecca extended her authority over me into our house. She wasn't nearly
as severe or as physically punishing in front of our parents as she was
at school, or when we were home alone, but she quietly and firmly let me
know that I was to assume all of her chores. Mom and Dad had only a vague
idea of what the Boss and Boy thing was all about, and when they saw me
cleaning up after dinner every evening as well as taking out the garbage,
and heard me address my sister as "Boss Rebecca". Dad just shook his head
and chuckled, while Mom grinned sheepishly. She gave me looks of
sympathy, but she also showed pride in Rebecca's assertiveness.Once my
sister was busting my balls more roughly than usual, but as Mom was about
to say something, Rebecca shot her a look that kept her quiet. I resigned
myself to the fact that as long as my kid sister and I were living in the
same house, her authority over me would be unquestioned and unimpeded by
our parents.

And with each passing week, Rebecca grew taller and taller. By the end of
school, she was over an inch taller than me. Of course, she always
addressed me as "Boy", but to others, she referred to me as "Tiny Tim".
By the summer, she had all of the kids at school calling me "Tiny Tim".

Rebecca spent most of the summer at a soccer camp, so I was spared her
daily degradations. But I couldn't go anywhere without kids all over town
taunting me by calling me "Tiny Tim", so even when she was away she was
making me miserable.

Rebecca is making me stop here to send you our story up to this point. In
the next part I will pick up after summer - my senior year, one of the
worst years of my life, thanks to my Big Little Sister Boss Rebecca.

Part 2

(Note: I hadn't thought that my plight could sink any lower, first with
Rebecca's tyrranical control of my life, then making me get a humiliating
email address, and now making me put in words all the agonies that she has
made me endure. But now comes an unexpected delight for Rebecca, and further
humiliation for me. Since the first part of our story was posted, I have
gotten taunting emails from women all over the world, laughing at me,
rejoicing in what my sister has done to me. I wish that the internet never
existed. Rebecca, of course, is enjoying the hell out of this. Our story now
continues.)

When Rebecca returned from soccer camp, she looked more formidable and
fearsome than ever. Her body was even firmer, her hard muscles were more
finely toned, but her bust was growing and she was in the process of becoming
a stunning beauty. Mom gushed when Rebecca returned home, saying that she
looked like a "Goddess"! I had to agree. Rebecca's thick black hair fell
halfway down her back, framing an exquisite but fiercely determined face. Men
and boys of all ages turned to look at her. And worst of all, for me - my once
little sister was now over three inches taller than me!

That school year, my senior year and Rebecca's first year in High School, was
even more difficult than the previous one for me to endure. Rebecca was now
going to classes in my wong of the school, so in addition to my past duties, I
had to carry Rebecca's books, and sometimes those of her boyfriends, from
class to class. Rebecca's assertiveness and supreme confidence intimidated
boys her own age, but she seemed to have outgrown them anyway. She went out
with several guys my own age, and not nerds like me - she went out with some
of the coolest Seniors in school.

I had just gotten my driver's license and Dad had bought me a new car, but, as
I knew she would, Rebecca took instant control of it. Instead of riding our
bikes, I now drove her to school while she sat in back. Her boyfriends had
their own cars, but occasionally she would make me chauffeur them on their
dates, which included more going on in the back seat than Mom and Dad would
have approved of. But they would never know. I certainly wouldn't dare tell
them, and Rebecca knew that!

And to make sure that everyone understood clearly who really owned the car,
Rebecca made me get special license plates that said "RBECAS" - short for
"Rebecca's"! Dad gave me the car and it was legally registered in my name, and
I paid for the gas and upkeep myself, but Rebeca in effect owned me, so even
though she wasn't even old enough to drive, the car, and its driver, both
belonged to her! She prohibited me from driving it for my own personal use.

Along with carrying her books, I continued to serve Rebecca her lunch in the
school cafeteria. But now she made me attend all of her after-swchool socceer
practices and games, before drivingher home or wherever else she wanted to go.
My sister had become an outstanding athlete, and quickly became the team
leader, even though she was an underclasswoman. She encouraged her soccer
teammates to abuse me, and they enthusiastically followed her lead. By
mid-season, the girls made me their mascot. Aside from getting dressed up in a
ludicrous yellow chicken outfit for the games, I was smuggled into the girl's
locker room afterwards. Their coach was a male teacher who of course couldn't
enter the locker room, so he never knew that I was there, let alone that some
of the girls made me eat them out to orgasm as they celebrated a win, or
kicked me around after the rare games that they lost. Rebecca joined in the
kicking, but she didn't take part when I serviced the other girls, though she
enjoyed watching my abuse.

Of course, at every opportunity, Rebecca would publicly show off how our
height disparity was growing. Whenever she gave me orders, she looked down at
me, sometimes putting her finger under my chin and lifting my head up to meet
her eyes. And as the weeks went on, Rebecca grew noticeably taller.

As usual, our entire family got together for Thanksgiving dinner at our house.
All of my aunts, uncles and cousins were there. Rebecca made a point of
standing right next to me. It was the first time that most of them had seen
Rebecca and me since before spring and were surprised, and amused, to see that
my little sister was now nearly 4 inches taller than me. And she wasted no
time in showing them that I was her "Boy". As always, the guys had a
rough-and-tumble game on our front lawn. Being small for my age, I never cared
for this tradition, and I tried to avoid this game entirely. But Rebecca
eagerly joined the game and impressed the guys with her athletic skill. I
tried to sneak away whenb I heard Rebecca call "Come over here and join us,
Boy!" I froze at being called "Boy" in front of my extended family, but I knew
that I had no choice.

Rebecca made sure that I played on the opposing team, and took pleasure in
running past me to catch touchdown passes, knocking me down in the process,
and cajoling my cousinhs to give me the ball on offense, so that she could
pulverize me repeatedly, making me fumble the ball several times, encouraging
them all to call me "Tiny Tim". Tiring of this, she sat on my back and as she
had done dozens of times before, she made me bite, eat and swallow the grass.
My male cousins smiled nervously at me, but the girls laughed at me in
delight.

After Rebecca let me up, our oldest cousin, Bill, came up to me and asked me
if I wanted him to talk to her about how she was treating me. I was ashamed to
say yes, but Bill, being the eldest of our generation in the family, had
always been looked on with respect and deference by the rest of us. And he
seemed so genuinely concerned, so I said okay.

"Rebecca," he said, "Tim is your brother, and you should love and respect him.
Just because you are now bigger and stronger than him, and because you are
able to make him your "Boy" in school, doesn't mean that you should!"

Rebecca glared silently at Bill for a few seconds, then scooped the football
from the ground and threw it hard at him. "Get on your knees and hold the
football for me, William!" Bill bristled. His parents always called Bill
"William" and we all knew how much he hated to be called that name. By using
it, Rebecca wsa throwing down the gauntlet. Bill was taken aback by her
actions andn words, but with all of us watching, he held the ball in the
place-kicking position. Rebecca trotted up to the ball and with a mighty kick
sent it flying over our front lawn and that fof our neighbor's onto the front
yard of the next house over. On a football field, it would have easily been a
50 yard field goal! All of the cousins gasped in amazement at the force of
Rebecca's kick.

Rebecca swaggered back to Bill andstood in front of him, her dark eyes glaring
angrily at him. I had seen that look before, and I knew that Bill was in
trouble! In a low, powerful but calm voice, she asked him "Now how far do you
think I could put my foot up your ass, William?"

Bill looked nervously at us. I sympathized with him because I had been in his
position myself. He gave a jittery laugh. "I didn't mean any offense, Rebecca.
I just thought..."

Rebecca cut him off. "But now you've given it second thought and decided to
mind your own fucking business, right, Willie?" her voice full of derision and
disrespect. She was pushing the envelope further by calling him "Willie",
which we could se he hated even more than "William". I knew Rebecca's style
better than Bill or any of my other cousins who were watching. When she has
someone on the offensive, Rebecca doesn't let go. If Bill thought that he
would be able to get out of his predicament easily by simply backing off, he
was about to learn otherwise. Rebecca was about to bust his balls, both
literally and figuratively.

"W-Well, Rebecca," Bill stammered in answer to Rebecca's question, "In a
manner of speaking. Maybe I overstepped my bounds."

"So what do you have to say for yourself, Willie?" persisted Rebecca.

"I-I'm sorry, Rebecca. I shouldn't have interfered between you and Tim."

"Between me and WHO, Willie?" challenged Rebecca.

Bill took a deep breath. "Between you and T-Tiny Tim, Rebecca!" he said in
resignation. Rebecca smiled in victory, both in making Bill call me by the
name she wanted, and by his acceptance of her calling him "Willie".

In that moment, I could sense the transformation of my family's heirarchy. In
the span of a minute, Bill had lost the respect and stature of his position as
the eldest cousin. Now all of the cousins, whether they were older of younger
than Rebecca, looked up to her as the leader of our generation of the family.

"So you won't object when I put my foot up my brother's ass for asking you to
defend him. You'll be counting your blessings that it isn't you, right
Willie?" Bill nodded wordlessly in shame.

"Now get your ass over to the ball and bring it back to me, Willie. And I
don't want to hear afnyu more bullshit about how mean I am to my poor little
big brother, unless you want me to make you my Boy too! Understand, Willie?"

Bill's eyes were downcast, embarrassed at the humiliation in front of his
cousins and siblings. He was taller than Rebecca (back then, but not any
more!) but I knew that she could have taken Bill in a fight, and obviously
Bill had the same fear. "Yes, Rebecca!" he croaked as he turned around to
retrieve the ball.

Rebecca then had me bend over on the grass. The kick sent me sprawling and
moaning on the ground. I was surprised at how much the cousins, especially the
girls, laughed at my agony. I couldn't get up for five minutes, and when I
did, I still couldn't walk for several days.

I was still writhing on the ground when Bill returned with the ball. He handed
it to Rebecca. "Have you learned your lesson, Willie?" she asked
threateningly.

"Oh, yes, Rebecca!" Bill exclaimed. "I'll mind my own business from now on,
honest I will!" The girls tittered, watching their 14 year-old cousin make a
fool out of the 23 year-old Bill.

But Rebecca wasn't through with him. "I believe you really mean it, Willie.
Honest I do!" The cousins laughed as she mocked Bill's own words. "But I want
to make sure that you'll remember my lesson permanently! Rebecca advanced
towards her elder cousin.

Bill took a step back. "B-But R-Rebecca," he croaked, "You promised if I got
the ball that you wouldn't kick my ass!" Even as he was talking, I could see
that Bill was ashamed of how he was sounding.

Rebecca smiled. "I keep my promises, Willie. I'm not going to kick your ass,
although if I gave you a choice you would BEG for me to kick you in the ass
instead of where I'm about to kick you. Call it a pre-emptive strike!"

Before Bill could respond, Rebecca swung her leg forward, her sneaker
connecting solidly with his balls, sending him crashing to the ground, right
beside where I was kneeling.

"Girls, get over here!" called Rebecca. "Now that they're on the ground, our
two most wimpy-assed cousins will show their respect by kissing your shoes!
Willie, start with your sisters and then go to your cousins!"

As Rebecca had ordered, Willie kissed the shoes of his two younger sisters.
Their satisfied laughter told me that they had issues with their older brother
that, with Rebecca's encouragement, they would address with him from that day
on, much in the same way as Rebecca was dealing with me.

We went into the house for dinner, but Bill claimed that he was suddenly
awfully sick and wanted to take a nap instead of eating. His mother said that
maybe it was all the chestnuts he ate when they first arrived. This caused
Melissa, our youngest cousin, to pipe up. "Yes, I definitely think that
Willie's problem is nut-related!" The other girls had to put their hands to
their mouths from bursting out in laughter at Melissa's joke, an audacious
joke for the youngster to make.

Bill went to bed, but I wasn't so lucky. I was in too much pain to sit down at
the Thanksgiving dinner table, not that I had any appetite at that point. When
I hesitated to take my seat, Mom asked why. Little Melissa answered with a
lisp, "Timmy has to stand because he hurt himself when we were playing outside
and now it hurts too much for him to sit down, Aunt Mary!" she giggled. I
couldn't believe how much fun my baby cousin was having over this! The other
cousins snickered.

"Well, as long as he isn't sittind down, Mom," suggested Rebecca, "Maybe he
should help you by serving the rest of us our dinner!" My cousins, aunts and
uncles all looked at me, and with resignation, I started bringing the food to
the table. Once they saw that my parents didn't object, my family accepted it
and treated me like a servant. I haven't been able to look any of them in the
eye since then.

After dinner, while my parents, aunts and uncles were having drinks, I heard
noises coming from my bedroom. I tried to look in, but little Melissa was
standing guard. I tried to push her aside, but the little bitch kneed me in
the balls! Rebecca came up just as I was doubling over. "Good job, Melissa!"
she said with encouragement. He deserved it, whatever he was doing!"

"Thanks, Becky!" chirped Melissa. "Your brother is so easy to hurt, and it's
so much fun to hurt him! He was trying to see what's going on in his room, but
I stopped him all by myself! she gushed with pride, tapping the knee that had
just smashed my groin. Melissa wouldn't let me see what was going on, but she
opened the door for Rebecca.

I couldn't believe the scene on my bed. Bill was being held down by his two
kid sisters, one sitting on his legs and the other holding down his wrists,
while our 18 year-old cousin Susan was sitting on Bill's face! His nose was up
Susan's ass, and she was farting! "I had lots of spicy stuffing and broccoli
tonight, just for you, Willie!" she said, picking up on Rebecca's derisive
name for him. "I felt SO SORRY for you missing dinner, so now you'll be able
to get a little taste of it, though it's been processed through my body! Here
comes a big one! Nice and smelly and gassy!" Susan's farts were followed by
Bill's desperate gaggings.

"Well, let's not leave Tiny Tim out of the fun, girls!" exclaimed Rebecca, and
before I knew it, Melissa and Rebecca dragged me into the room where another
cousin, Barbara, pulled down her jeans and planted her ass on my face.

When they were all done abusing us, the girls all hugged Rebecca and thanked
her for their inspiration. She was justifiably proud of herself. Not only had
she put me through tremendous pain and humiliation, but she had turned the
rest of our generation in the family against me - and poor Bill as well.

In Part 3 I will continue to recount the miserable events of my Senior year.

Part 3

I couldn't imagine that my situation could get any worse after being
humiliated by Rebecca in front of our entire extended family, (see part 2) but
thanks to my "Big-Little" sister, it was only the beginning. The rest of my
Senior year was one horror after another.

Thanks to "Title 9", the USA's act that mandated equal funding for girl's
sports teams, Rebecca entered high school just in time for the shool's first
girl's ice hockey team. Rebecca had already proven herself at basketball in
Junior High and was looking for a new challenge. So when the soccer season
ended, she decided to play hockey. Rebecca hadn't skated much before then, but
she was attracted to the physical aggressiveness of the sport. She is such a
tremendous athlete that she took to it astonishingly well and led the team to
the county championship. And again, the girls made me their mascot. These
girls were even rougher than the soccer team! Not only did they make me
service them orally in the locker room, but I was kept a prisoner in the back
of the bus by the team on road trips. Luckily for me, they won most of the
time. When they lost, I got knocked around by the girl's hockey sticks. One
girl started calling me "Puck Face" while smacking my face with her stick, and
soon the entire team called me that, even in the school corridors between
classes!

In the spring, again because of Title Nine, the girls now had a lacrosse team.
Rebecca had never played lacrosse before, but she quickly became the star of
the team and led it into the playoffs. Many of the tough lacrosse team girls
had been on the hockey team and despite the fact that she was a freshwoman,
they elected Rebecca the captain of the team. Of course I was the team's
mascot once again, and again the girls raised the level of their abuse of me.
One of the older girls had fake ID and would sneak a couple of cases of beer
into the locker room and the team drank it after every home game. This made
the girls, aggressive by nature and pumped up after the game, especially
rambunctious. After a few beers, Dana, a tall blonde girl in my class, put an
alalgesic lotion all over her lacrosse stick handle and shoved it deep up my
ass, the "balm" setting my anal canal and sphinter on fire from within.Since
Junior High I had a crush on Dana, and often fantasized about losing my
virginity to her. Now it was happening, but not in the way that I had dreamed.
After that day, one or two other girls joined Dana in her sodomizing of me
while the other girls cheered. Rebecca looked at the scene with a proud smile
at what she had gotten her teammates to do to me.

The lacrosse team won the county championship, of course. While the male coach
waited for his team outside the girl's locker room, they drank champagne that
they had smuggled in, and even lit up cigars! They then huddled in a corner
and giggled in excitemenbt. They turned around. To my horror, they were all,
except for Rebecca, wearing dildoes! They advanced on me with hungry,
predatory smiles. Two girls suddenly pounced on me, knocking me to my back.
They flipped me around and pinned my arms to the ground while two more girls
pinned my legs. Then the rape began. Each girl took a turn at sodomizing me,
first by penetrating my ass and then, while the next girl did the same, the
first girl made me give head to the dildo that had just been inside my ass.
This process was repeated until each girl had her chance at me from each end,
and by the time they were finished my ass and my mouth were both, shredded,
bloody messes.

Finally, the four girls who had been holding me down tuk their turns. By then
I was so weak that they didn't need to hold me down while they raped me.
Rebecca, as ususal, didn't partake in the festivities herself. She was content
to sit on top of a locker and with her bird's eye view, watch the other girls
abuse me as she drank her champagne and puffed on a long, slim victory cigar.

My torment didn't end with the gang bang. In the bus afterward, the girls
pushed me into the back and while some of them looked out for the rest, I was
made to eat out their pussies and asses. Some of the farts that pounded my
face nearly blew me across the bus! The coach sensed that something was going
on, and when Rebecca saw him coming, she stepped in fronht of him. At first he
started yelling, insisting on seeing what was happening.

"Sit down and shut up, Coachie!" Rebecca barked, "or else you'll find yourslf
up against molestation charges tomorrow!" Noticing that thedriver was peering
at her through the mirror, she snapped "That goes for you too, Mr. Bus Driver!
Keep your beady eyes on the road, or you'l be staring right into the crack of
my ass in ten seconds flat and then I'll have YOU brought up on charges too,
and my teammates will back me up!" The other girls nodded, and with a defeated
look, the coach silently sat down, saying no more, and the bus driver
nervously minded his own business. But Rebecca, true to form, continued to
give him a hard time, quietly taunting him while he slumped forward in shame.
Then she walked back to the girls with a triumphant smile as I continued to
service them. No one was even trying to hide what they were doing to me any
more. The coach knew, but he kept his eyes straight ahead.

What had just happened was astounding. Rebecca, a high school student, had
stood up to her coach, a high school gym teacher! He had challenged her, but
she had made him back down in powerless humiliation!

And in other ways, Rebecca showed herself to be an outstanding natural
athlete. She never bowled much, but one day the bowling team asked her to be
an emergency substitute and she bowled a verified perfect "300" game. The
first time she ever played golf, she shot an under-par round. On an impulse,
she barged in on the baseball team's practice. The team's star pitcher, Roger,
had been one of thefew athletes to make disparaging remarks about women's
sports in general and Rebecca in particular, saying that women athletes
shouldn't be taken seriously. She grabbed a bat and told Roger to try to
strike her out. He fired a fastball and she knocked it over the wall. He tried
to trick her with a curve ball, but she waited on it and slammed it even
further! On the next pitch Roger knocked Rebecca down with a fastball aimed at
her head. She picked herself up and dusted off. She glared at him and blasted
the ball back at him, banging into his balls! Even with a protective cup,
Roger writhed on the ground. He wasn't the same the rest of the season and
Rebecca was voted the Student Athlete of the Year, male or female.

Of course, no girl would go out with me, so I didn't have a date for my Senior
Prom. But I still went - as Rebecca's chauffeur! Even though she was an
underclasswoman, she ws going out with a Senior, a star football player. Tony
was one of the best catches in school, but he asked Rebecca before any of the
Senior Girls, who would have jumped at the chance. So my kid sister went to my
own senior prom, while I went as her driver!

Rebecca made me rent a tuxedo, park by the entrance to the catering hall where
the prom was being held, and stand outside the car where all of my classmates
could see me as they walked in. By then, Rebecca was 4 1/2 inches taller than
me in bare feet, and in her heels, my head didn't even reach her shoulders!
Anyone who hadn't known us would find it hard to imagine that just a couple of
years before, I had been bigger than her, and was able to bully her! The
thought now seemed rediculous.

As ordered I stood at attention by the car all evening as my peers, and my
sister enjoyed themselves. Afterwards, I drove them to a local motel that my
classmates had populated. I was still a virgin at that point, and was jealous
that my younger but bigger sister had crossed that threshold.

Rebecca's longest lasting legacy, however, was her encouragement and
legitimizing the idea of Female Supremacy in the school. The Girl's sport's
teams, thanks to Rebecca's leadership, were more successful than the boys'.
Before Rebecca, it was unprecedented for a girl to make a boy her "Boy". But
by the summer, thanks to her inspiration, there were no fewer than five more
girls in the school who had become Bosses over Boys. One was even from a
younger grade than her unfortunate male victim, but I remained the only older
sibling to be his sister's Boy.

By the end of the school year, the disparity between Rebecca's physique and
mine was greater than ever. Aside from being much taller than me, all of her
solid muscles dwarfed my thin, flabby ones. She was able to wrap one of her
hands completely around both of my wrists, and on the last day of school she
grabbed me in this manner and effortlessly lifted me off the ground with one
hand and held me there while her lacrosse teammates whacked me around like a
pinata with their sticks!

Finally, the school year was over. When I was applying to colleges, there was
no question that I would go out of town. I would finally escape Rebecca's
abuse.I chose a school that was more than 200 miles away, a three hour drive.
Far enough to escape my Big-Little sister's tyrannical bullying, I figured.

Of course, I figured wrong. Rebecca wasn't going to let me get away on my own
terms, I will write about that in the next part of our story.

Part 4

I thought that by going to college over two hundred miles from home, I was
finally escaping Rebecca's painful, iron grip on my life. But a few weeks
after school started, Rebecca called on a Friday afternoon to say that she was
taking a bus up to school to visit me, and hung up before I could answer.
Embarrassing though it was, I confessed to my two dorm mates about what my
sister had done to me over the previous two years, and pleaded with them to
help defend me if she came after me. They gave me puzzled looks, but they
agreed to protect me if Rebecca attacked.

I was a nervous wreck for the rest of the day and didn't get much sleep. At
9am, without even a knock, the door flung open and there was Rebecca! She
looked more fearsome than ever. At 15, she now stood 5'10", five inches taller
than me. Four years ago, I was five inches taller than HER! Rebecca's thick
black hair was longer than ever, almost down to her back, and her body was
even more awesome than it was when I left home. The picture of feminine power.
Her shoulders were far wider than mine, but her bust was filling out
beautifully and her hard torso tapered down towers a slim waist. I had felt
the awesome power of her kicks before, but now her legs looked incredibly
frightening. Or incredibly sexy, depending on your perspective.

My roommates, Dave and Rick, were awe-struck as they drank in the sight of my
"little" sister for the first time. Rebecca surveyed the large room, taking
the measure of my roommates as they looked mesmerized at her. She smiled at me
and licked her lips. "Thought you got away from me, didn't you, Tiny Tim? That
was so typical of you, running away from home like the cowardly wimp that you
are!" she drawled as she walked slowly towards me.

Dave and Rick stepped protectively in front of me. I could see that they, like
everyone else, were mesmerized by her statuesque beauty. At 5'9, Dave was an
inch shorter than Rebecca, but Rick was 6'2", a well-built athlete.

Rebecca studied both of my defenders. She casually strode towards Dave and
suddenly POW! She decked him with one punch, an uppercut to his chin that sent
him to his back. She pulled him back up by his hair and slammed him against
the wall. He would have slumped down, but Rebecca held him by the throat. He
tried to push her one arm away with both of his, but she was too strong for
him. "Listen you little twerp," she warned, "You're going to find another
place to stay for the weekend if you know what's good for you. I'll give you
five minutes to pack and get out. MOVE IT!" Rebecca released her hold on Dave
and he hurriedly complied with my sister's order. I felt bad that he was
suffering for trying to help me.

Rebecca then faced Rick, who crouched into a fighting position. "You won't be
able to take ME that easily, Rebecca!" he warned.

But instead of fighting Rick, Rebecca smiled seductively at my good-looking
roommate. "I think that we can work out a more pleasurable arrangement with
each other!" she purred to him.

Rick was taken by surprise and looked uneasily back at me. He turned back to
Rebecca in time to see her take off her sweater. She wasn't wearing a bra, and
Rick's eyes almost popped out of his head. Her bust was developing
spectacularly! She moved closer to Rick and pulled off his shirt. He stood
there stunned as she gently caressed his chest with her firm nipples. "Help me
get little Timmy out of the way and then we can get down to fun!" she cooed to
my roommate.

Rick shrugged at me apologetically as he followed Rebecca's instruction,
grabbing my right arm while my sister took my left. Together they stripped me,
and at Rebecca's behest Rick pushed me onto the bed and pinned me down while
Rebecca tied me spread-eagle to the bedposts. She could have easily done that
without Rick's help, of course, but she knew how much the humiliation was
increased by getting him involved in my torment.Rebecca then tied several of
my socks together and wrapped them around my head into a blindfold.

In the darkness I could hear Dave scampering out with some overnight
belongings, and then I heard pleasured grunts and groans along with the
squeaking of the springs as my sister showed that she didn't have to use brute
strength to get her way. She was using her body as a sexual weapon to vanquish
my last line of defense. I had to suffer for hours as I listened to Rick
experience supreme enjoyment while I lay blindfolded on my back just feet away
from them.

By the afternoon, Rebecca had invited as many girls as she could find in the
dorm to come in and sit on my face, fart in my mouth, and use my tongue to
bring them to several orgasms each. Since I was blindfolded I couldn't see the
identity of the girls, so from then on, whenever I passed a group of giggling
girls, I always wondered if they were among the girls that I had given head
to.

There were two girls, however, whose identity I did learn, though I sure wish
I hadn't.

Rebecca and Rick went out to dinner, but not before my sister arranged for two
girls to "take care" of me when I was gone. They didn't let me see them, but
one of them had a firm, hard ass that was difficult to stick my tongue up.
While she continued to hump my face, her friend grabbed and twisted my balls,
causing me to scream into the crevice. The girls were laughing at my sounds
and frantic gesticulations, which caused the girl to turn around and make me
tongue her pussy. "Do it again!" she said to her friend. And again, my balls
were twisted, this time providing the vibration that caused the girl I was
servicing to explode in orgasm all over my face!

"My turn!" said the other girl, and for a split second my mouth and nose were
free. My greedy gasps of air were cut short by the second girl.

This one's ass was HUGE! Her cheeks totally enveloped my head and then some.
Every time she bore down on me my head went deeper in. She started bouncing up
and down, my head disappearing inside of her body. I could barely make out her
saying "Okay, Now!" and now the first girl was twisting my balls! Both girls
laughed uproariously, and their laughter turned into shrieks, when a massive
fart blasted into my face. I panicked as I coughed, because the gas wasn't
able to escape my mouth and lungs. I probably would have passed out if the
girl hadn't lifted off of me so I could bring her to several climaxes as her
friend twisted my testicles.

As the large girl finished, Rebecca and Rick returned. "Did you enjoy my
little brother, girls?" she asked, and both girls giggled. "I think we'll keep
him, Becky!" one of them said. Rebecca laughed. "I think we can work something
out. We'll talk about the details later. But right now I'm going to have some
more fun with him!"

I was still blindfolded with my socks when suddenly an object was forced into
my mouth. Before I knew it, I was gagging on a powerful fluid that I
immediately recognized as vodka. Cheap vodka that Rebecca was pouring down my
throat. I had never gotten drunk so quickly and thoroughly before, and I got
no pleasure out of it. In my drunken, sightless stupor, I sensed that a belt
was being buckled tightly around the waist of my naked body. I then felt
myself being carried outside and hoisted upwards as Rebecca grunted. I awoke
in the morning and realized that I had been hanging from the top of the
flagpole, naked, except for a belt around my waist that was hooked to the
flagpole rope. A group of kids were laughing at me until finally campus
security came around and got me down. "I'll take him! I heard Rebecca say, as
if she was buying a dog in a pet store. Security didn't question her. No one
ever questioned Rebecca. I was remanded to the custody of my teenaged sister
as if it was the most natural thing in the world and she led me, still
blindfolded but with a blanket that Security gave us, back to my dorm room.

As I entered the room I heard the gigglings of two girls and recognized the
voices as those of my last two tormentresses from the day before. Suddenly
Rebecca yanked the sock-blindfold off of me. It had been nearly a full day
since I had been allowed to see, and as my vision returned, I recognized the
girls, since they lived in my dorm. Considering their physical attributes, I
should have known. It was Alicia and Mindy, who shared a room down the hall.

"Boy," Rebecca said to me, "You thought you were really being slick when you
ran away to college, didn't you? You thought that you could get away from me!
Well I have made some arrangements with my three new friends. You will be
happy to know that Rick and I will be seeing lots of each other from now on.
I'll be up here every weekend that I don't have a game to play. And when I'm
not here, you will obey all the orders of your new Bosses, Alicia, Mindy and
Rick!"

Alicia and Mindy smiled conspiratorially at each other. Rick's smile was more
sheepish. He wasn't as enthusiastic as the girls were about tormenting me, but
considering that his reward would be fantastic sex with Rebecca, I could see
that he would have no hesitation in doing to me whatever whatever my kid
sister wanted him to do.

Rebecca told me that she would be speaking to Rick every day, and that he
would give reports and get instructions from her. However, she emphasized,
Alicia and Mindy could use me for whatever purposes they wanted, and their
authority over me was equal to Rick's. "Your roommate and I are going to fuck
again now, and we don't want you around, so you'll start your servitude to the
girls right now!" The girls high-fived each other and then each one grabbed an
arm of mine and they marched me down the hall to their room as if I was a
prisoner, which in effect I was.

At first glance, the two girls in many ways seemed to be the opposite of each
other. They are both tall - Alicia is 6'1" and Mindy is 6'2" - but that's
where the outward resemblance ended. Alicia was a stunning blonde, blue-eyed
woman, with a slim body, classically beautiful face and a heart-stopping
smile. She had an air of refined sophistication, and seemed to always be on
top of the latest cutting-edge trend. She was always in the height of fashion,
and even when she was dressed casually she looked as if she could have just
stepped off of a magazine photo shoot. Never a hair out of place, very
soft-spoken, very elegant.

Mindy, on the other hand, was easily the fattest girl in the dorm. Her ass was
HUGE!" Not only was she 9 inches taller than me, she was more than double my
weight! She dressed in either blue jeans or shorts, and a sweatshirt or
t-shirt. She liked to boast that the things she liked to do most was to "eat,
drink beer and fuck".

. And Mindy had plenty of opportunity to fuck. Despite her obesity, Mindy
somehow managed to exude lots of sensuality, and always had her pick of
willing guys who were anxious to fuck her. Despite her figure, she carried
herself as if she had the model-like figure that Alicia had, and was able to
give her roommate a run for her money in the "hunk" department, which is
saying something!

And as immaculately clean as Alicia was, Mindy was just as much an absolute
slob! It mirrored the way they dressed. While Alicia's side of the room was
pristine and sparkling, Mindy's side had clothes, food, beer cans and
cigarette butts all over the floor.

But despite these outward differences, Alicia and Mindy had lots in common. I
was to learn that they had been friends since childhood and had been sharing
their boyfriends for a long time. They both enjoyed good sex, and they both
had plenty of young men with big cocks to please them.

And, as it turned out, they had one more thing in common - they loved to treat
me like shit! They both towered over me and considered me to be an
"embarrassment to the species" who deserved to be used and abused accordingly.
That was the first thing I learned about them in my first day under their
rule.

While Alicia tidied up her side of the room, Mindy grabbed me roughly by my
hair and flung me onto her bed. I didn't realize just how strong her large
legs where, but with little apparent effort she jumped up four feet, landing
on her bed with my small head going up the crevice of her huge ass! Her farts
were like pellets shot out of a gun, spraying stinging streams of putrid
liquid propelled by equally disgusting tasting gas. I could feel Mindy finger
herself to two orgasms as her rear end completely encircled my neck. She
stopped only to reverse positions and making me tongue her to a few more
climaxes.

It was nearly an hour before Mindy was through with me. After her final orgasm
she breathed heavily as she rested, and when she recovered she put her feet
against my side and casually stretched her leg, sending my flying off of the
bed and on to the floor.

During the time I was servicing her, Mindy had smoked several cigarettes and
had flicked them onto the floor. "Now crawl on your knees and pick up each
cigarette butt with your mouth and swallow them down! That will be part of
your new job, Fartboy. And that's my new name for you. 'Fartboy!' Hehe! Pretty
appropriate, huh, Fartboy?"

I had to admit that it was. I truly felt sub-human as I crawled around,
picking up Mindy's butts with my tongue and lips, tasting her saliva and
trying not to touch the filthy floor with my mouth.

When I was done, it was Alicia's turn. "Go wash up, Toad." she crisply
commanded in a young aristocratic voice that seemed accustomed to ordering
servants around. "My friend Mindy is Soooo disgustingly sloppy, so make sure
you shower, and shampoo, too, with the antibacterial soap! And gargle on the
Listerine for a couple of minutes. Once you're disinfected as much as a toad
like you can be, come back here and kneel at my bed. And don't dry up, Toad.
The air will dry you just fine, and I don't want you anywhere near my towels!"
Obviously, "Toad" was Alicia's new nickname for me.

Miserably, I went to the bathroom and did as Alicia wished. When I came back
Alicia was lighting a cigarette. Unlike Mindy, Alicia was immaculately clean,
and would never flick her ashes and butts on the floor. "I don't want to
bother cleaning my ashtray, Toad, so you'll be my ashtray whenever you're
here!" the sexy young blonde purred. I knelt by her bed as she lazily blew
smoke rings and casually flicked her ashes into my mouth. When she was done,
casually flicked the lit but into my mouth, the hot ash searing the back of
it, near the throat. Both girls giggled as I extinguished the butt with my
saliva, and gagged it down.

When she was done smoking, Alicia had me eat her out. Her style was much more
proper, reserved and refined than Mindy, but her sexual appetite and penchant
for humiliating me was as insatiable as her friend's. With my assistance she
climaxed at least as many times as Mindy had. When I was done I had to clean
up the remnants of several more cigarettes that Mindy had smoked while
watching me with Alicia.

Rebecca came in to announce that she was leaving, but that she would be
checking up on me constantly. Obviously, I was wrong in assuming that going to
school hundreds of miles from home would keep my sister from continuing her
torment of me.

That night, I became painfully aware of how powerful my kid sister's control
over me was. When she got home, she phoned my room. I answered, but Rebecca
simply asked for Rick. I gave Rick the phone. He listened intently, and then
looked up at me. "Okay, Becky!" he said. "I'll do anything you want. ANYTHING!
I can't wait for next weekend!" Rick listened for a few more seconds. "Okay,
Becky, no problem!" he said breathlessly, and then put the receiver on his
desk so that Rebecca could hear what was going on in the room.

Rick then stood up and walked towards me. I backed away, but Rick roughly
grabbed my arm. "Sorry, buddy, but you're sister wants me to beat you up and
she wants to listen. It's not my idea, but Becky is the most amazing woman I
have ever known, and I'm going to do whatever she wants me to do to you!" he
said. With that my roommate proceeded to punch me out, in the face and body,
until I crumpled on the floor. Rick picked up the phone. "Was that okay,
Becky?" he asked. After a few seconds he said "Okay!" and then suddenly he
stepped to me and kicked me, hard up my ass! I squealed loud, and as I
whimpered on the floor I could hear Rebecca cackling with delight. She was so
far away, but she was still putting me through awful misery, choreographing my
pain and humiliation.

My pathetic existence continued like this for the rest of the semester.
Rebecca came up most weekends to be with Rick and witness the latest
humiliations that Mindy and Alicia came up with. My once "little" sister
seemed to grow a little each time she visited. And when she was back home, she
would, as she promised, call Rick to check up on me every day. She also stayed
in regular contact with the girls. And a couple of times a week, Rebecca would
sweetly ask Rick to beat me up while she listened, and of course my roommate,
mesmerized by Rebecca, willingly did whatever she wanted him to.

But when Rebecca didn't ask him to torment me, Rick left me alone.
Unfortunately, the same can't be said about Mindy and Alicia. The two girls
took extreme delight in putting through my paces, always trying to top each
other, pushing me deeper into degradation.

Mindy's special passion was farting into my mouth. She loved to have me serve
her beans and other gaseous vegetables, pork sausages, pickles, cheeses, and
of course beer - Mindy had at least two beers with lunch, a six-pack with her
dinner. "I try to make my farts as fragrant and as forceful as possible!" she
said with pride. And she always succeeded! But after awhile, despite the awful
stench, I found myself praying for her farts, because it was the only way I
could breathe! She would keep my head inside her massive ass for hours, and I
would have suffocated if it weren't for Mindy's gaseous emissions.

Alicia, though more prim and proper than Mindy, had an equally strong penchant
for making me feel less than human. Once she had a cold, and as she was
talking to Mindy, she blew her nose into a tissue and casually, so casually,
pushed the tissue into my mouth! Without saying a word to me, it was clear
that she expected me to chew and swallow the filth! But Alicia's breeding was
so refined that she carried off even this act with class, her pinky sticking
out as elegantly as if she were at a tea party as her other fingers pushed the
gooey tissue onto my tongue. She was just as classy with her cigarettes and I
always had to kneel while she smoked and act as her ashtray. Mindy, on the
other hand, enjoyed making me run after her ashes and butts like a dog.

The girls also enjoyed having me serve them when they had their boyfriends
over. Alicia preferred me to be blindfolded, kneeling open-mouthed at her
bedside so that I would be ready to accept her ashes from her after-fuck
smoke. Mindy, typically, used me in a grosser manner. Once, after convincing
her reluctant lover to agree, she stuck my head deep up her ass and had her
boyfriend mount her. I could feel his massive cock through her vaginal walls,
his thrusts echoing in my head along with Mindy's pleasured groans. I felt his
balls slap against my throat as he pumped, and at the precise moment that he
exploded into her pussy, Mindy let out an enormous fart that almost gassed me
to death.

My miserable existence continued this way until winter vacation, the first
time I returned home since I left for college at the end of the summer. I was
nervous about returning to the house and the town where Rebecca had first
humiliated me, but I really didn't have anywhere to go.

Besides, I decided that I was going to get a little revenge against Rebecca.

That, of course, turned out to be one of the stupidest ideas I ever had.

Part 5

After my awful, humiliating first semester at college, I went home for
winter break. I wasn't anxious to resume serving my younger sister
Rebecca, but she made it clear that I had better not come up with an
excuse to stay away. I had learned very painfully the hazards of
disobeying Rebecca, and I didn't really have anywhere else to go, so I
went home. Besides, with all the resentment growing in my head about the
way Rebecca had become a regular visitor to my campus, I started to
fantasize about getting back at her. I thought that I had escaped her
clutches when I went away to school in the first place, but now she had
gotten two of my classmates, Alicia and Mindy, to abuse and degrade me
whenever they wanted, and she could get my roommate Rick, now her regular
weekend lover, to beat me up at a whim, with a simple phone call. It was
too much for me to take, and I figured that now would be the time for me
to act. At first I was distressed when I found out that our parents would
be away for a few days at a business convention, because without them
watching, she had no reason to moderate her rule over me. But now I
decided that I would use the opportunity to bring my fantasy to life.

It turned out to be the worst mistake I could have made.

On the first day that I was home, Rebecca made me drive her and her
friends to the mall. Her friends abused me in the usual way, but now a
couple of her friends were old enough to be able to drive, so while they
took turns driving my car, I spent most of the time in the back seat with
my head between their legs, alternately serving their pussies and asses.
That night, I chauffeured her on a date, with a guy who was a year older
than me, four years older than Rebecca. My once "little" sister had
seemed to mature far beyond me. She had grown to 5'11", a half a foot
taller than me, with her body getting more powerful and shapely every
day, and now she was going out with guys older than I was. After the
movie, Rebecca ordered me to drive them to the local "inspiration point."
Once we were there, she told me to take a walk for an hour, and to make
sure not to return before then. While I walked, my frustration boiled
over and I decided that I would take action early that morning, while
Rebecca was asleep.

I set my alarm clock for 5:00am and woke up with more excitement and
optimism than I had felt for nearly two years and put my plan into
action. I cut several pieces of twine and brought the spool and scissors
with me. I slowly opened the door to my sister's room and quietly crept
in. Rebecca was softly snoring. I hadn't known it, but apparently my
sister now slept in the nude, even if she wasn't with one of her
boyfriends. Even in her very passive state, her body was overwhelming,
Not only was she taller than ever, but her musculature was incredibly
well-defined as she breathed in and out.

I started by looping the thin rope around Rebecca's right ankle, tying it
firmly but making sure not to wake her up. I didn't know whether I would
now tie her spread-eagled or whether I could maneuver her into the
position that I really wanted, when she suddenly shifted, sighed and went
back to snoring, while moving her left leg against her right. This
allowed me to tie the same piece of rope around her left ankle, and soon
I had her ankles snugly bound together.

I knew that I had to work quickly because Rebecca would probably wake up
when she tried to move her legs again. I tied the next loop around her
right wrist. My heart was pounding as Rebecca started stirring awake. I
quickly pulled on the rope, bringing her wrist behind her back. I grabbed
her left wrist and wound the twine around both wrists and tied a tight
knot.

Now Rebecca was waking up, but it was too late for her, I happily thought
to myself with excitement and anticipation. It had taken me less than two
minutes, but I now had my big-little sister naked, her ankles bound
together and her arms tied behind her back! Now I was going to get my
revenge!

Rebecca rolled on to her back and glared at me. I laughed at her. "This
is going to be my day of retribution, Rebecca!" I gloated. "When I'm done
with you you will be too ashamed to show your face on my campus anymore.
Now stand up!" I ordered.

Fixing her dark, penetrating eyes on me, Rebecca stiffened her body,
bounced her back on the mattress, pivoted around and swung her legs down.
In one smooth, fluid motion, Rebecca put herself on her feet, facing me.
My sister towered over me, of course, but for once I wasn't afraid of
her. After all, she didn't have use of her hands, and very limited use of
her legs. Besides, she was completely naked and I was fully clothed,
which in my mind added to her vulnerability and my sense of
invincibility.

"You must really feel proud of yourself, tying your younger sister up
like this. What a big, brave man you are! Ha! You're just a boy, and
you'll always be nothing more than a little boy, even if you're an aging
little boy!"

I wasn't going to let Rebecca spoil my moment. She had bullied me for
nearly two years, she was able to control my life and get my roommate to
beat me up and arranged for Alicia and Mindy to use and abuse me
sexually, so I didn't care. I had been dreaming of beating up Rebecca and
now was my chance. I decided to start by slapping my sister around.

Rebecca held her stare into my eyes, seemingly unafraid as I approached
her bound, naked form with a smile. I brought my arm back and swung it
forward, intending to slap Rebecca in the face. But just as my hand was
about to make contact, my sister smoothly ducked, and I spun around
off-balance as my slap missed its target. Rebecca straightened back up,
chuckling at my clumsiness. I couldn't believe how cocky she was,
considering her helpless state. I slapped at her again, but she leaned
away and once more I missed! My sister giggled in girlish delight as I
had to put my hands in front of me to keep from falling to the floor.

Angered and frustrated at not having made contact in my first two
attempts, I decided to stop playing around. I charged at Rebecca, fists
flying. No more slapping! But with the grace of a matador she jumped back
with her ankle-bound feet. My punches missed and I went crashing into the
wall as she turned around to face me, her giggles becoming louder. I
charged again, trying jabs, hooks, anything I could think of - but
my kid sister bobbed, weaved, leaned in, leaned out, ducked, spun around
and otherwise avoided my attacks. I kept on stumbling and crashing into
walls, gasping for breath, while Rebecca, though bound hand and foot,
stood tall and proud, not a hair out of place and barely working up a
sweat. And despite her "helpless" state, she had prevented me from laying
a hand on her!

I decided to change tactics. I charged Rebecca as if I was going to try
to punch her again, but instead I lunged for her, my outstretched arms
ready to grab whatever part of her I could hold on to. She ducked, as I
suspected she might, and I leapt forward to tackle her.

Then - out of nowhere - POW! My jaw felt like it had been broken as I
fell on my ass, holding my face in pain. Rebecca had violently jerked
her powerful torso around, causing her large, hard shoulder to smash into
my jaw with a force greater than a padded boxing glove! I got back up and
not knowing what to do, advanced towards my sister again. She leaned
back, almost as if she were yawning, and then suddenly whipped her
head down and forward, her forehead smashing my nose! I was back on the
floor instantly, seeing stars and unable to control, my equilibrium
totally shattered. It took me a minute to regain my senses, and when I
did, Rebecca was standing over me, smiling. I noticed that there was a
red streak on my sister's forehead. It was blood - MY blood, from MY
nose! Without the benefit of hands, my kid sister had given me a bloody
nose!

My kid sister was being more sporting than I had been, having tied her up
while she was asleep. Rebecca could have attacked me when I was paralyzed
on the floor, but she waited until I was able to get back onto my feet
before resuming her onslaught.

First with one shoulder and then the other, Rebecca battered me back
towards the wall. When she got there she head-butted my forehead, sending
the back of my head crashing against it. She hopped towards me and
body-slammed me into the wall, causing my legs to buckle as I again lost
my footing. As I slowly slid down, my face came in line with my sister's
breasts. It was obvious that they were very firm, I could see that, but
now I felt them for the first time as her breasts slapped first my left
cheek and then my right. I was stunned by the amount of pain that my
sister's tits could inflict on me! I continued to slide until my face
reached the level of Rebecca's elbows, which were of course pulled behind
her back, as that's where her wrists were fastened to each other. She
pivoted first to the left and then the right, battering my face
repeatedly with her sharp, hard elbows. Her elbows looked as large as my
little fists, and were doing far more damage. I continued to slide down
against the wall when suddenly her firm, naked ass caught my nose in its
grip, her gluteus muscles tightening around my schnozz. I was amazed at
the pinpoint control Rebecca had over her ass muscles as she twisted her
powerful hips, violently jerking my head until I thought that she was
going to break my neck! Suddenly she relaxed her ass-grip on my nose and
I sunk all the way to the floor.

I was in a daze and didn't realize what Rebecca was doing until she
maneuvered herself between my sprawled legs, her back facing me. She
hopped into position and then squatted down. Then I heard my zipper being
unzipped. With her hands tied behind her back, Rebecca had managed to
pull down the zipper on my pants and invade my fly! I was screaming in
wretched pain before I realized what had happened: Rebecca had grabbed me
by the balls, and now she was squeezing!

"I never really bothered much with your balls before, Boy. I didn't need
to, and I still don't. But since you put me at this 'disadvantage', I
don't think it's entirely unfair if I tortured them a little right now!
And if you don't like it, no problem. Just stop me! After all, you have
two free hands and mine are both tied up! Hahaha!"

Although I was shamed by Rebecca's verbal taunts, I had other things to
worry about. While maintaining her firm grip on my genitals, my sister
swung her hips forward, legs bent at the knee, and with a grunt got to
her feet. As she straightened up, I felt my balls being yanked upwards!

In self-defense, I desperately jumped up, trying to put my arms around my
kid sister's big shoulders. Her body was so hard and firm that I kept
slipping down, but finally I was able to vault up, clinging on to
Rebecca, for dear life. "P-Please, R-Rebecca," I stammered, "I'm so sorry
I did this! Please let go of my balls and let me down, and I'll untie
your wrists and ankles for you!"

Instead of calming Rebecca down, what I said just angered her more.
Hopping over towards the wall as I bounced on her broad back and
shoulders, she gave a grunt and threw me off of her. Her body was so
powerful that she had me sliding up the wall. Before gravity could take
its course, Rebecca leaned her body towards me and her breasts caught me
under my ribcage, keeping me pinned to the wall, my legs more half a foot
off the ground, so that I was at eye level with her.. And of course, her
wrists were still tied behind her back!

"I'll be damned if I'm going to EVER have to rely on your help to untie
me or anything else, you little piece of shit!" Rebecca seethed at me. I
hadn't realized it, but I had insulted her by offering to untie her. "And
I don't need my hands to give you a couple of shiners!"

Slowly, deliberately, my sister arched her neck back like a cat and she
head butted me just below my left eye. She repeated this process with the
right eye and then stepped back, letting me crash back to the floor.

I was astounded at what had just happened. My sister, with her bound
limbs, had beaten me up! I hadn't been able to hurt her with my free
hands, while Rebecca had given me a fat lip, a busted, bloody nose,
battered my body, tortured my balls, and now, she had just managed to
give me two black eyes!

Rebecca hopped to her closet. I was too weak to do anything but watch as
she kicked the closet door open. Her long soccer shirt was hanging there,
and she ducked underneath, and stood up, her head coming up through the
top of the shirt, pulling it off of the hanger. "Sorry to deprive you of
the sight of your naked sister, you little pervert!" Having dressed
herself she hopped back over to me, pulling her bound wrists out from
under the bottom of the back of the shirt.

I couldn't take it any more. I thought that I had disabled Rebecca to the
point where I could slap her around and beat her up, but instead she was
able to handle me as easily as ever! I decided that if I couldn't get the
advantage over her, I had better get away from her fast. And even after
what I had just endured, I figured that I could. After all, her ankles
were tied together, while both of my legs were free. And she couldn't
grab me, since her hands were tied behind her back. It would be cowardly
to run away from my kid sister like that, but it was better than staying
there and letting her continue to torment me. So I took a deep breath
and, hoping to catch Rebecca off guard, I suddenly jumped to my feet and
sprinted towards the door.

I hadn't gotten two steps towards the door before out of the corner of my
eye I saw Rebecca jump up towards the bed. She bent her legs and when her
bound feet hit the side of the mattress, she straightened her legs and
vaulted towards me. As she flew through the air, Rebecca rotated her body
so at the same time she was slamming into me, her body rolled into mine,
taking me down in a hands-free tackle!

Although all my limbs were free and none of hers were, Rebecca kept me
firmly pinned to the floor with her more formidable body. Not only was
she larger than me, she was in such great shape that her body was
incredibly dense, and I couldn't move an inch.

Rebecca pushed her body off of me, flipped around and slammed her elbows
into my ribs as she landed on her back, laughing at my surprised groans.
She elbowed me repeatedly in the ribcage and gut. Then, elbows digging
into my solar plexus, I felt Rebecca's feet poke around mine. She pinched
my right shoelace with her bare toes and pulled until it was untied.
Using the rope that bound her ankles, she pushed at my shoe until it slid
off of my foot. She repeated the process with my left shoe. Her pinching
toes then pulled off my socks, leaving me barefoot.

Moving back until her now clothed ass was over my face. I thought that
she was going to fart in my face, as so many of her friends had done in
the past, but instead she just leaned back, bent her legs until her feet
were on my chest. Rebecca grabbed the collar of my shirt with her hands
(which, need I remind you, were still tied behind her back). With a grunt
she pushed herself up into a standing position, pulling my shirt clear
off of my body in the process.

Rebecca jumped down and landed in a seated position on my belly, nearly
knocking the wind out of me. She spun around to face me and leaned back.
I felt her fingers unbuckling my belt, then she stood up again, pulling
the belt off of me, before swiftly sitting back down. I was so battered
that I didn't even have the strength to move out of the way. Her strong
fingers were now working on opening my fly. She gripped my pants and
underwear and gave another grunt as her powerful body somersaulted back,
taking my clothes with me. With her wrists and ankles tied up, she had
not only beaten me up, not only tackled me when I tried to escape, but
now, she had stripped me naked!

I was in such shock and fear that although my "big-little" sister was
momentarily off of me, I was unable to move from my position on the
floor. Rebecca hopped over to where I had left the two unused pieces of
rope, grabbed them with her toes and hopped back towards me. She kicked
me onto my stomach and sat down hard on my back.

Through my pain, I could feel Rebecca's fingers tie the rope tightly
around my right wrist. She shifted, grabbed my left arm and pulled it
over so my two wrists were together behind my back. My sister's strong,
nimble fingers worked fast, and in less than a minute, my sister had
tightly tied my wrists behind my back, while her wrists were still tied
behind her's!

My head was spinning in disbelief that Rebecca was able to manhandle me
as easily as she was considering her supposed "disadvantage". While I was
feeling sorry for myself, I felt my sister tying my ankles together with
the other piece of rope. Now, I was bound and naked while my sister,
still bound, had managed to clothe herself.

But Rebecca wasn't content with stripping and binding me. She maneuvered
over to where my belt was, looped it around the rope that tied my ankles
and the rope that tied my wrists, and yanked it hard, suddenly snapping
into a hog-tied position, with my back bending painfully backwards. Then
she pulled my laces off of my shoes and wound them tightly around my
balls, tying them into a neat bow that she could pull at with her pinky,
causing me intense pain.

Rebecca sat back down on the floor shifted to her back. She leaned back
as if she was going to do a backflip, pushing her arms as far forward as
she could. Slowly, she brought her legs up between her wrists and pushed
at the rope that bound them. She gave a grunt and suddenly both ropes
snapped together, freeing her arms and legs.

As usual, Rebecca's victory was decisive and total. At the beginning of
the encounter, Rebecca was naked and tied up. But now Rebecca had ME
tied up and naked, and then freed herself. I knew that I was in deep
shit.

I was terrified that Rebecca was now going to beat me within an inch of
my life. There was no question that she was capable of killing me,
easily, with her bare hands, or maybe even without them! But instead,
seemingly ignoring me, she dressed, went downstairs and made herself
breakfast, leaving me bound on her bedroom floor.

About an hour later I heard the doorbell ring. I couldn't make out what
was being said, but obviously Rebecca was relating to the visitors what
had just happened. I heard a happy female laugh in response. The voice of
the laugh sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. Then I heard
footsteps coming up the stairs. The girl, upon seeing me, broke into
hysterical laughter. Warily, I looked up. It was my little cousin,
Melissa! And with her, shuffling nervously, was her big brother Bill!

I hadn't seen my cousins since Thanksgiving, when Rebecca humiliated me,
and Bill as well, in front of our family. Bill was the oldest cousin
of our generation, but on Thanksgiving (see Part 2) Rebecca made him pay
for trying to get her to stop bullying me. Melissa is the youngest cousin
of our generation, and she had taken special delight in what Rebecca had
done to me and to her brother. In fact, she was the lookout in front of
my room on Thanksgiving evening while her two sisters and another cousin
abused her brother. Now, I was in an even more humiliating position than
I had been in November!

"Wow, Becky, you're awesome!" lisped Melissa. "And thanks so much for
making Willie follow my sister's and my orders! Mom and Dad have no idea
what's going on! They think that our darling brother suddenly decided to
be attentive to his little sisters. Little do they know that he's now our
full-time slave!"

Rebecca smiled proudly. "I was happy to threaten him with bodily harm if
he refused to obey your every order, but I'm sure that he has learned
that even without my warning, the three of you could take care of him
yourselves!"

"We sure can, Becky!" responded Melissa. He's even seen that I can hurt
him whenever I want, all by myself!" Melissa sounded like the little girl
that she was. "You should have seen how miserable Willie looked when I
told him that he was going to drive me here for the weekend! It was the
last thing that he wanted to do, but thanks to you, he has learned never
to refuse the commands of his little sisters!"

"I knew you wanted to have some fun with Tiny Tim here," said Rebecca, so
I figured that as long as he was tied up anyway, I would leave him that
way, so it would be easier for you."

"No way, Becky!" exclaimed Melissa. "I'm going to beat him fair and
square, without any advantages! I want to prove to you and to myself that
I can do it!" Melissa then bent down to untie the knots that bound my
feet and ankles. She hadn't even said hello to me, and now she spoke to
me for the first time. "Okay, Timmy, I'll give you a minute to loosen up.
Then we're gonna fight!"

I got to my feet and tried to rub some life into my arms and legs. My
mind was racing, still trying to comprehend what was happening.

"Bill may be bigger than me and my sisters," Melissa lisped proudly to
Rebecca, "but like you showed us, he has a vulnerability that all men
have, and that no women have! They have balls, and you can make them do
what you want by hurting their balls, or even the fear they have that you
might hurt their balls! And the coolest thing is how ashamed a man
becomes when a girl makes him afraid of her!" Melissa turned to me. "And
now, Timmy boy, you better try to protect your little balls from me.
That's your only chance!"

It wasn't even 10:00 am yet, but I had already suffered enough for a
lifetime that morning. Foolishly, I tried to appeal to my sister for
mercy. "Rebecca, please, don't let Melissa hurt me. I never did anything
to her to deserve this!" I turned to my cousin. "Melissa, please, I'll do
anything you want, but please don't fight me!"

Melissa giggled. "I already have my big brother at my beck and call. I
don't need another slave, Timmy. I don't want you to do anything for me.
I just want to show that I can hurt you just because I feel like hurting
you!"

I turned to Rebecca, my eyes pleading. My sister just sighed. "Timmy,
Melissa told you flat out that she was going to hurt your balls.
Personally, I think it was very nice of her to let you know in advance
what she is planning to do. And do you realize how pathetic you sound,
pleading with her? I mean, you're a 19 year old college man and Melissa
is a 13 year old junior high school girl! And for someone who started the
day by tying up his sister while she was asleep, you sure have alot of
nerve pleading with me for mercy!"

"You say he's got nerve, Becky?" chirped Melissa. "I would say that he
has BALLS!"

As she lisped the word "balls," (the way she said it, it sounded like
"balth") Melissa swiftly swung up her sneakered foot and smashed it into
my exposed genetalia. I crumpled to the ground. In my intense pain, I
could sense little Melissa jumping up and down as she cackled in delight.
"I did it, Becky!" squealed Melissa. "I told you I could do it!" Then I
felt a small hand grab the hair on the back of my neck. My cousin was
pulling me back up! "I'm not finished with you, boy!" she warned. It was
disconcerting to hear the newly authoritative tone of Melissa's voice,
spoken with her familiar girlish lisp.

Again I was on my feet. Melissa smiled mischievously at me from the other
end of the room, enjoying the look of fear in my eyes as she slowly
advanced towards me. Rebecca chuckled as I backed up until I hit the
wall. As Melissa approached, I put my hands down to cover my balls.
"That's what I wanted you to do, Timmy!" purred my cousin. "Try to
protect your balls. I just want to show you how futile your efforts are!"
With that she kicked my hands, which parted as her foot smashed through
them and pounded my balls once again.

As I was on my knees trying to recover from the latest onslaught, I heard
Melissa ask Rebecca for the spool of rope that I had first used to tie my
sister up with, and that she then used to tie me up with. "Get back on
your feet, Timmy boy!" hissed Melissa. "We're going to enjoy the rest of
the day here, but we want you out of the way for a while. So I'll tell
you what I'm doing. I'm gonna tie you up, right now, and I want you to do
your best to try to stop me!"

Melissa deftly tied one end of the rope into a loop and swung it around
like a miniature lasso as she slowly stepped towards me, a mischievous
smile on her lips, her eyes glistening with girlish excitement.

As I crouched in a defensive position, trying to anticipate Melissa's
attack, a wave of shame came over me. This was my baby cousin, and I was
afraid of her! Even though my own baby sister now towered over me, I was
still taller than little Melissa! But she had already proved her ability
to pierce my meek defenses and attack my balls. And after the way I had
been traumatized by Rebecca, and since Rebecca was encouraging Melissa, I
found myself afraid of the kid. Melissa, on the other hand, had an air of
supreme confidence as she advanced towards me.

Melissa may have been younger and smaller than me, but even then, she was
smarter than me. She faked me out, feigning a kick to the balls, but
instead kicking my shins. I yelped in pain and stuck out my hands to try
to stop any further attack. But that's exactly what Melissa wanted! She
slipped the loop of her rope over my left wrist, gave a tug and suddenly
the loop was pulled tightly around the wrist.

"Okay, Timmy, put your right writht behind your back!" lisped
Melissa.When I balked, she swiftly pulled on the rope and grabbed the
pinky finger of my left hand. I screamed as she twisted. The pain was so
great that I hurriedly pulled both wrists behind my back. Melissa and
Rebecca both laughed at my sudden eagerness to comply with my cousin's
demand.

Once Melissa had my wrists tied behind my back, she suddenly swept her
leg around and kicked me just under the shins, causing me to pitch
forward. Since I couldn't break my fall with my hands, I landed with a
thud, my knees, chin and nose all banging the ground, sending me rolling
on the floor in pain.

Before I realized what had happened, Melissa tightly bound my ankles
together and ran the rope through the loop that tied my wrists. Pushing
with her foot on my back, she painfully hog-tied me into a grotesque,
backwards-bending ball. I was completely immobilized on my knees, and
Melissa contemptuously kicked me in the face, sending me rolling, once
again, in pain on the floor. She looked down at me with satisfaction, and
then with a gleeful, girlish shriek of victory, she high-fived Rebecca as
they left the room, leaving me bound and alone.

My sister and cousin continued to treat me like shit the rest of the
weekend. When I wasn't driving them shopping, I was kept bound hand and
foot. At Melissa's suggestion, I was made to go to bed at 7pm while
Melissa and Rebecca enjoyed themselves. After all the indignities heaped
on me by my "little" sister, it was still supremely humiliating to be
forcibly put to bed by a girl little more than a child herself.

The girls didn't let up on me until Mom and Dad got back on Sunday
afternoon. It was a relief to be able to sleep freely and unbound, but I
knew that Rebecca would, as always, find devious ways to dominate me.
Therefore, I did the only thing that I could think of. I ran away.

Classes didn't resume for a few weeks, but in the middle of the night, I
sneaked out of the house, jumped into the car and headed back towards
college. I know that it was a cowardly thing to do, and my parents
wouldn't understand, but I just couldn't take it any more.

I half-expected Rebecca to show up at my door some time over the next few
days, but she didn't. The fact that I heard nothing from her was
strangely even more frightening than her presence would have been.

At first, I foolishly thought that Rebecca might have finally tired of
tormenting me. But as it turned out, what my kid sister had in mind for
me was far more debasing than anything she had done to me up to that
point.