My Sister Annie Has Had Enough Of My Bullshit

My balls hurt. That's the first thought I had as I slowly awoke. It must be because my sister Annie caught me spying on her while she was masturbating in her room. She was pissed, and she squeezed the shit out of my balls.

"OW!" I suddenly cried out. My balls really hurt. What's going on? I opened my eyes to find Annie over me with her hand under my sheets and her fingers wrapped around my balls.

"Annie! What are you doing?"

"Taking things into my own hands ... literally." Her fingers moved around on my balls, fuck, this was hot. Fuck, it was scary too. Her fingers dug into the meat of my balls.

"OHHHH! MY BALLS!" I groaned as she squeezed them flat.

"They were your balls, now they're mine."

"But ... OWWWW!" I tried to pry her fingers away, but she had too good a grip. All I was managing to do was tug on my own balls as I pulled at her fingers.

"Hands off!" she commanded, squeezing extra hard. I quickly pulled my hands away. I took a minute to get my bearings. I was still half asleep. Annie was sitting next to me in a tank top and panties. She looked good. I could make out the outline of her breasts. Her little hand was in my boxers, holding my balls. My cock was awake, I had an erection. Okay, I'm in her control, I realized.

"What do you want?" I asked, barely able to speak as she worked over my balls.

"I've had enough of your bullshit. All I wanted was for you to stop peeping on me, but you keep doing it. Even after I beat on your balls. You can't seem to get the message through your thick head."

"I'm sorry, I tried to stop."

"Sure you did."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Simple, you're my bitch now. Your balls belong to me, and I'm going to squeeze them whenever I want. That's how it's going to be, and if you give me any trouble ... I'll be back in here the next time you fall asleep, and I'll take your balls with me."

"But Annie..."

"No buts, your balls belong to me. Right?"

"I ..." Her fingers dug in. I was compelled to agree with her. "YES! MY BALLS BELONG TO YOU!"

"Good boy. I would like some breakfast. Go make me something. Oh ... and leave your pants off. I want to be able to get to your balls."

"Annie!"

"Any problems?"

I saw the look on her face, she was serious. And, my balls were still in her hand. I guess I'll be walking around in my boxers all day.

"No problems," I said in defeat. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Hmmm, surprise me. And if I don't like it, your balls are going to pay."

She let go of my balls and walked out of my room. I stared at her ass and legs on the way out. My cock was rock hard. I thought about jerking it off, but figured I'd better get to work on her breakfast. I pulled on my T-shirt, brushed my teeth, and went down to the kitchen to get busy making my specialty; scrambled eggs. I hoped she would like them.

As I stood there getting breakfast ready, I wondered what was going on with Annie. She seemed like a different person this morning, one who was in charge of things. It just made her hotter to me, my cock was still hard as I worked on her breakfast. It was still mostly erect by the time she came down to eat. I served her breakfast, and I saw her look at my cock pushing my boxers out. She didn't say anything, but I saw her smile. I think she was laughing at me. We had a fairly normal breakfast, chatting about the day ahead. I tried hard not to look at her tits, but it was impossible not to. They looked so good in her tight tank top.

I got up to clear the dishes, but my stupid cock was still hard. She noticed it would be impossible not to.

"You really are wound up, aren't you?"

"I ... uh ... yes. Did you like your breakfast?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"It tasted fine, but it was a little tedious having you stare at my tits the whole time."

Fuck! Of course, she caught me. I'm in trouble already. I cleared the last of our plates and put them in the sink.

"Come over here, and take off those boxers," she ordered. I yanked off my boxers and stepped up to her. My cock was completely hard and so ready for her touch. I knew I was in trouble, but my cock just wanted her to touch it or my balls. I soon got my wish, her hand cupped my balls, and she squeezed them.

"Stand silently and take your punishment, understand, Matt?"

"Yes," I replied through gritted teeth.

"Good boy."

She stood up with my balls still in her hand, and she pulled me into the living room.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, barely able to speak as she squeezed my balls.

"That's not the question, the question is: What are you going to do?"

Her fingers tightened, and my knees began shaking. I didn't last ten seconds, I dropped to the floor in front of her, holding my throbbing balls. I looked up at her, standing over me, dominating me. She hooked her thumbs in her panties, then she pulled them off. I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked up at her pussy. It moved closer and closer to me. She squatted down over my face and lowered her pussy on my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and ran it along her pussy lips. She moaned quietly.

"Get me off," she said.

I began licking and kissing her pussy. I never dreamed I would get the chance, and it tasted perfect. Sweet. I ran my tongue along her labia, then I sucked on her clit. She moaned softly as I gently caressed her clit. She began squirming on my face, going faster and faster. I sped up my licking to match hers. She was moaning loudly as she rode my face. I felt her body tighten.

"FUCK YES!" she cried out. She jammed her pussy onto my face, and she rode me hard. I licked and sucked as she used my face to get her off.

She rode me for another minute, and we both slowed down together. Then she climbed off my face and moved down my body. She sat between my legs and took my balls in her fingers. She kneaded them as I watched her warily.

"Jerk off for me," she said.

I was about to protest, but her hands were on my balls. I wanted to do it. I reached down for my cock and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. I stared at Annie as I squeezed my cock. The outline of her breasts was obvious through the thin fabric of her tank top. I thought about my cock between those tits as I got harder and harder. I stroked faster, and in no time, I was ready to cum.

"FUCK!" I moaned as my cock shot a rope of cum straight up. She squeezed my balls, and my cock twitched and blasted another rope even higher than the first. "FUCK YES!" It felt so good to have her squeezing my balls as I stroked the cum out. I stroked and stroked until there was just a dribble of cum oozing from my spent cock and balls.

"I'd like some soup for lunch today, and tomorrow sausage would be nice for breakfast," she said.

"Yes, of course."

"Yes, mistress."

"Sorry. Yes, mistress."