Just Another Brother-Sister Rivalry ~ 7 Days of Hell

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on a real-life experience of the author. All characters mentioned in the story were above the age of 18 at the time the events took place. The story is written from the author’s point of view, who is the brother in the narrative. It is not intended to harm anyone’s sentiments or promote any fetish. It is written purely for reading and entertainment purposes.

Tags : Family, Siblings, CBT, Pegging, Facesitting, Golden Shower, Slave, Domination, Femdom

Part one - Day 1 : The time has come

It was around 11:00 a.m., and the usually quiet house sounded like a fish market that morning. Voices echoed through the hallways and living room, and the calm that normally filled the place had completely vanished.

Recently, my parents finally decided to take a break from their work life and planned a week-long trip to Dubai. The couple really wanted to spend some alone time, but never got the chance. Now that I am old enough to take care of myself, they can enjoy their vacation carefree.

That meant the house would be ours for the entire week.

My sister and I agreed to take care of the house while they were gone. At the time, it sounded like a simple responsibility—but neither of us realised that the quiet days ahead might turn out to be far more interesting than we expected.

Our parents left around 11:30 a.m. to catch their flight, and the house was finally ours. I was hyped—no rules, no scoldings—just me, my gaming console, and a whole week of freedom. The only real pain in the ass was my sister, Priya.

Let me give a short introduction about Priya. She is 7 years older than me and undeniably beautiful. She has always been good at her studies, was quite popular in school, and keeps herself in amazing shape since she works out regularly at the gym. I have to admit, Priya had a striking figure—a slim, curvy waist with generous hips and a full bust that naturally drew attention.

But despite all that, she could be very arrogant, hot-headed, and sometimes downright rude to me. Ever since my childhood, we never really developed that typical sibling bond. It wasn’t just her looks that made things awkward between us—it was her attitude and the constant tension that made me want to keep my distance.

She was lounging on the sofa like a queen, scrolling on her phone, her massive tits almost spilling out of her tight tank top, her thick ass pressing against her short shorts. She glanced at me with that smug look she always had—the one that said, "You’re nothing compared to me."

"Oye, chote!” she snapped, flicking her long, dark hair over her shoulder. "Go clean the kitchen. And don’t forget to mop the floors. Mom left a list—"

I scoffed, tossing my controller aside. "Are you serious? Mom-Dad isn’t even here! I’m not doing shit."

Priya’s eyes narrowed. She loved bossing me around, and I hated it. But secretly… I kinda liked it too. The way she talked down to me, the way she threatened me—it made my dick twitch. Especially when she’d say stuff like, "Want me to bust your balls, huh?”

I had heard that phrase so many times—she’d been saying it ever since she came into this house. Somewhere along the way, it awakened something in me I couldn’t quite explain at first. There was a strange pull toward her dominance—the way she controlled the situation, the way she made me feel small, like I was beneath her.

Over time, I realized I had developed a thing for it—the idea of being controlled, of serving someone stronger, someone who knew exactly how to push my limits. Even the thought of enduring pain at her hands didn’t scare me; if anything, it only made things more intense.

And honestly, I believed I could take it. More accurately, I wanted it to happen. Being kicked in the family jewels by your sister doesn’t happen every day. I’d been hit in the groin by a soccer ball more times than I could count during matches, and every single time, I’d gotten back up and finished the game. Compared to that, I convinced myself that whatever she did wouldn’t be enough to break me.

That was the worst decision of my life.

Now, with no parents around, I was done listening to her. All those complicated thoughts aside, one thing was clear—I still couldn’t stand her as a person. She had always been bossy, always trying to control everything, but not this time. This time, I wasn’t backing down. I gathered all my courage, straightened up, and finally faced her head-on.

I smirked. "What’s the worst you can do, didi? Kick me? Go ahead. I’ve taken soccer balls to the nuts and still played. Your little kicks won’t make me cry like a bitch."

Priya’s face twisted in rage. She hated being challenged. "Oh, really?" She stood up, her towering height making me feel small. "Fine. Let’s make a bet. I’ll kick you ten times. If you fall, or if you stop me before I finish, you do all the chores for the week. But if you survive…" she smirked, "I’ll do your chores."

The thought of facing her sent a rush through me, and before I could overthink it, I agreed. I quickly pulled off my shirt, exposing my athletic build, and adjusted my sweatpants as I braced myself.

Priya stood firmly in front of me, her presence as commanding as ever. Without breaking eye contact, she pulled her leg back and delivered a light kick. I flinched slightly, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had expected. She followed with a few more quick kicks—controlled, almost teasing.

That’s it? I thought. Her kicks aren’t even that strong. This might actually be easy. A more daring idea crept into my mind. Maybe I should’ve asked for something more than just chores.

Just as she lifted her leg again, ready for the next strike, I raised my hand to stop her, letting out a small laugh. “Wait… let’s make this more interesting.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh? And what do you want, kiddo?”

I stepped a little closer, lowering my voice. "If I win, you will also suck my dick for seven days.”

She was completely shocked hearing this and her eyes narrowed slightly, studying me. “And if I win?” she asked, her tone sharpening.

I hesitated for a second. “Then… what do you want?”

A slow, knowing smile spread across her face. “I already have something special in mind for you,” she said softly, letting the words linger. “I’ll tell you after I win, haha.”

Priya’s eyes darkened. She knew I was into this. She’d caught me staring at her ass enough times. But she wasn’t about to back down.

"Fine," she hissed. "But you’re gonna regret this."

She stripped right there—off came her tank top, her shorts, until she was just in a lacy black bra and panties. Her tits were huge, her hips wide, her thighs thick and strong. My dick ached just looking at her.

"You think you can handle me?" she taunted, stepping closer, her bare feet pressing into the carpet. "Let’s see how tough you really are."

I was excited to see what would happen next. There was a hint of fear in me, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny how much I was enjoying the feeling—the tension, the anticipation, the unknown. It all made the moment feel even more intense.

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...continued in part 2

"Sorry for keeping everyone waiting! At first, I was planning to post my work casually, but I decided to turn it into a proper story instead. I improved the language, added dialogues, and tried to make it more fun and engaging to read. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy it!"

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