I woke up to the sound of my little sister's voice, my body heavy and immobile. I tried to move, but the leather restraints holding me down were too tight.
"Rise and shine, big brother," Reese's sing-song voice echoed through the basement. I cracked open an eye to see her standing over me, a playful smile on her face.
She was wearing a skin-tight nurse outfit, complete with a short skirt and thigh-high white boots. The sight of her in that outfit made my heart race, despite the situation I found myself in.
"Reese, what the hell is going on?" I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.
"Oh, you know," she replied, twirling a strand of her long blonde hair around her finger. "You reached your third strike last night, so I'm collecting on my reward."
I tried to protest, but Reese wasn't having it. She reminded me of the three strikes rule we had in place - if I broke a rule three times, I was at her mercy for the weekend. And I had definitely broken three rules last night.
Reese started to undress me, running her fingers up my body as she did so. I tried to resist, but my body betrayed me as my cock immediately stood at attention. She let out a gasp when she saw it, her eyes widening in surprise.
"I can't believe how big it is," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been fantasizing about this for so long."
She began to touch and prod my shaft, rolling my balls around in her hand. She teased me, asking if I liked when my little sister touched me. I tried not to show my pleasure, but Reese saw right through me.
She continued to touch me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I begged her to stop, but Reese loved hearing me beg. She told me that it was for my own good.
After what felt like an eternity, Reese brought out an electric trimmer and cut off all of my body hair. She then pulled out a straight razor and shaved me smooth. The sensation of the razor against my skin was both uncomfortable and arousing.
She then began to lube up her gloves and gave me the best hand job of my life. Just as I was about to finish, Reese stopped and took off her gloves. She then put a tube on the tip of my cock and started to collect my precum.
I begged her to stop, but Reese loved hearing me beg. She told me that it was for my own good.
After the tube was full, Reese attached a machine to my penis. It was a tight grip, but it felt good. She then set up the machine and told me that she'd see me tomorrow. She reminded me that I was mine for the whole weekend.
The machine whirred to life, and I felt a mix of pleasure and panic. Reese left the room, leaving me tied down and at the mercy of the machine.
I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't deny the pleasure I was feeling. I was at my little sister's mercy, and I was going to have to see this through to the end.
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