Also, if you want to sing along, please watch, “Kyle’s Mom is a B*” from South Park on Youtube.
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I’m just going to say it, my sister is a fucking bitch.
“Aedan! I told you to put your dishes in the fucking dishwasher you lazy shit!” I will have you know, it was just one plate sitting there, that I placed no more than two… well maybe three minutes ago.
Any inconvenience toward her and she acts like it is the biggest strain on planet earth. Planet earth being herself. See watch, if I put this plate just the wrong way in the dishwasher she will say, “Aedan! I said the plates face towards the right side!” and the all so subtle whisper under her breath, “Idiot” just as she walks away.
She’s a bitch. She made such an impact with her dorm and literally anyone she came across with her first year of college, that literally no one, not even the most desperate, not even the homeless, would agree to be her housemate the next year. The dude on the street was probably like, “Nah, I’m good, it’s only 30 degrees tonight.”
So imagine my despair when my mom asked me, “Aedan, I know you’re looking forward to living in the dorms next year. But, would you consider living with your sister next year so you can help with her rent. She says none of her friends can afford to share the rent. And you still have your part time job so it works out.”
So two things here, one, her friends can afford the rent. All of them are rich sorority girls who have never known want. And all of them are just like her, entitled, spoiled, bratty. But even they know they cannot spend all day and night with her.
And two, I have to agree to live with her. If I say no to my mom, she will tell my dad. and my sister is daddy’s favorite so an argument will ensue and well you get the jist.
Oh, you may be asking, “Well Aedan, if she’s such a bitch, why is she in a sorority?” Well my fair person, because it is a sorority. She can afford to pay the sorority dues, our family has above average connections in the business world and she’s hot. Maybe not dollar store, more like a Target brand Emily Willis. Striking dark hair, big beady eyes that are admittedly sexy, and a smile that makes men bend the knees. She single handedly improved her Sorority’s standing at the university by just joining. All the boys felt compelled to go to any party she was at because they wanted her. These dudes all have that, “I can change her. I can make her a good girl.” And not the sexy “good girl” kind, we aren’t at that part of the story yet, but, the like, respectful kind.
These guys just keep coming and trying and… cumming and trying. She has an allure to her that is so annoying. They know she’s an asshole, but they can’t help themselves. Dick brain is stronger than the actual brain. And two of her ex boyfriends dick brains led them to sitting across from me, in the waiting room, of our therapist. They can say whatever they want about the reasons they are there. But, I know the real reason. I witnessed it. I was there.
“Oh baby, you’re sucking too hard, I’m gonna cum in your mouth.” Said the guy on my left during my first night at the apartment. “God, your cunt is too tight, I’m gonna cum.” Said the poor guy on my right, just a month ago. Well, what sounded like the best orgasm of their life is not the reason why they are in therapy. It’s because my bitch of a sister curbed the guy on the left for not buying her expensive gifts and the guy on the right was booted because she learned he was a walk on for the hockey team and not a scholarship player. His confidence was all fucked up after that. Three games after their breakup and he was demoted to the fourth line. Oh, and she told every girl in all the sororities that they have shrimp dicks. So, their college life is over.
I will have you know I have been taking my therapy sessions very seriously. My therapist instructed me to look for non aggressive ways to combat my anger. Sing, dance, be expressive that lets out energy. So, I think my therapist would be very proud of me when I tell her I did exactly that, when I sang and danced in the apartment:
“Kayla is a bitch,
She’s a big fat bitch,
She’s the biggest bitch in the whole wide world
She’s a stupid bitch,
If there ever was a bitch,
She’s a bitch to all the boys and girls.
Have you ever met my sister, Kayla?
She’s the biggest bitch in the whole wide world.
She’s a mean ole bitch ’cause she has tiny tits,
She a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch,
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch,
She’s a stupid bitch!
Kayla’s a bitch and she’s just a tiny tity bitch!
My sister is a big fat stinking biiiitttccccchh. aaaaaaahhhhhhh” *jazz hands*
“You fucking prick!” My sister slammed the door on her way out after my South Park rendition. Do you think she liked my song? Maybe she has a thing against South Park? Oh wait, I just checked the lyrics. It’s “Kyle’s Mom” not “Kayla.” My bad. Truly, honest mistake.
So that same night, when my sister came home trudging around, storming about, most likely mad either about me calling her a bitch twenty-seven times or something happened at her sorority. But, she did something that she has never done in the five months we have been living together in that apartment which is,
*knock, knock, knock*
Man, she must be really mad if she’s knocking on my bedroom door. Well, let’s see how this went.
I opened the door and she greeted me with, “You, you… What did you call me early today?”
Did she not hear the same word repeated twenty-seven times? “I think you heard what I said.”
“No, say it to my face. What did you call me?” She walks into my room, I step back as she steps forward. Not gonna lie, kinda scared. She’s my sister, she can do anything to me.
But, fine if she wants to hear it again, I will let her hear it, “I called you, a bitch.”
“Huh? I couldn’t hear you?”
“I said, you Kayla, are a Bitch!”
She walked me to the point where my hips hit the front end of my desk. She’s close. I can smell her orange shampoo and vanilla scented lotion.
“I’m a bitch, huh? What are you going to do about it?”
She has me stumped and nervous. We’ve never hugged, let alone been this close to one another. “I, I…”
Her face comes close to my neck and ear and she whispers, “What are you going to do about it?” Her hand slams then grabs on my crotch.
I push her off, “what the fuck are you doing, Kayla?”
“You think I’m a bitch? Then treat me like one. Huh? Come on. Or are you a pussy, like how I thought you always were?”
She’s fucking with me. I’m not falling for it. She just wants to humiliate me and somehow show it her friends she pays for every month. “Get out, Kayla. I’m not playing your game.”
She walked toward me with determination and maybe, hunger in her eyes. She drops to her knees. And in record time, takes off my sweatpants, unearths my cock, and says, “Yes, you are.” And gives my cock head the tightest suck it’s ever had. For this one time, okay maybe one of thirty others, I moan like a bitch.
“What, what are you doing?” I ask uneasy and shocked as she’s stroking my cock.
“You are the only asshole to call me a bitch.” She gives my cock another suck and then comes off, “And none of these other college pussy’s is man enough to do it,” She goes a little deeper this time, “So if you’re it, then treat me like a bitch, I need it. I’ll teach you.”
My sister is a fucked up, nympho, bitch kink, crazy ass bitch. But what she cannot know is that, I’m about to cum. Fuck me, her ex in the therapy waiting room was right, my sister has the best blowjobs.
“Get up.” I say weakly do to her sucking.
“I need you to say it with more authority and call me a bitch too.” She goes back on my dick, this time she does this tongue and humming combo that nearly made me bust in her mouth.
“Get up, Bitch.” I try to compose myself with her constant sucking.
“Louder!”
“Get up, BITCH!”
“Yes! Yes I’m up, I’m sorry for disobeying you.”
Now, it’s my turn to add demands to this game. “You will address me as ‘little brother’ so you are always reminded that you are a bitch for me.”
“Uuuuuunnnggghhhh” She lets out a loud, drawn out moan. I think I’m doing well. “Yes, little brother. Your big sister was foolish not to think of that.” I’ve always hated her ‘daddies girl’ voice, until now.
“Get on the bed now, bitch.” The base in my voice is at the level she wants because she moves her ass quickly to the bed. “Strip.” We take off our clothes in a haste. I hate to admit, I really do, but, my sister is so fucking hot. Her tight body, those sexy legs, her itty bitty titties with suckable nipples. And those lustful, sex crazed eyes just staring back at me. My knees are weak and my palms are sweaty, I’m really close to losing this game. But, I persist.
She assumes the position herself, on her back, legs open, the smell of her sex filling the room. So I test out a theory that’s rumbling in my head. “You’re my bitch.” And sure enough, her legs tremble a little, I see her pussy contract, and I guarantee she’s a little wetter than she was just seconds ago. She likes, no loves, being called a bitch. Because she knows it’s true. And something inside her makes her submit to anyone who acknowledges that she is without a shadow of a doubt, a bitch.
I come a little closer to her and I do what all men do for her, I get on my knees and dive in. I attack her pussy lips and her pussy hole first. And sure enough, she’s soaking. And again, I hate to admit it, but she taste so damn good. An almost unnatural perfect combination of sweet and salty. I can’t stop licking. And the smell is a little unidentifiable, but, she just smells like sex and it’s fucking good.
“Oh, little brother, stop teasing me, please.”
“Shut up, you deserve this torture.” Her back arches up for a second and let’s put a sexy moan to my response. She knows she doesn’t deserve satisfaction.