My Sister-in-Law Ena Satsuki Sex Slave.
It started subtly. A lingering touch on my arm while reaching for the salt. A gaze that held just a beat too long, a little too intense. I shrugged it off at first. New family, maybe she was just a bit awkward. But then the “accidental” brushes became more deliberate, the stares bolder. And the things she’d say, always under the guise of a joke, but with a husky edge that made the air thick with something other than polite conversation.
“Oh, you’re so strong,” she’d purr, tracing her finger along my bicep when I helped her with groceries. “You must work out.” It wasn’t the words themselves, it was the way she said them, the way her eyes dropped lower, lingering just south of my belt.
Then came the day when my brother was out of town for a business trip. Ena appeared in the kitchen, clad in nothing but one of my brother’s oversized shirts. It barely skimmed her thighs, giving me a dangerous glimpse of smooth skin beneath. She yawned theatrically, stretching her arms high above her head, the shirt riding even higher, revealing the curve of her breasts.
“Oh, hi,” she said, feigning surprise, though her eyes were sharp and knowing. “Couldn’t sleep. Too quiet.”
Quiet wasn’t what she wanted to break, it turned out. She wanted to break me. Over the next few weeks, while my brother was blissfully unaware, Ena turned our house into her personal playground, and me into her unwilling toy. She’d corner me in hallways, her hands suddenly everywhere, exploring with a brazenness I couldn’t quite believe. Her mouth, when she kissed, was demanding, wet, tasting of secrets and something untamed.
She was insatiable. Mornings would start with her foot nudging mine under the breakfast table, a silent invitation, or rather, a command. Afternoons meant stolen moments in empty rooms, her fingers unzipping my pants before I even registered what was happening. Evenings were the worst. After a family dinner, while my parents were occupied, she’d find me, her eyes burning with a hunger that was both terrifying and, I have to admit, disturbingly arousing.
She loved to tease, to push me to the edge and then pull back, laughing softly as she watched me struggle. Oral sex became her favorite game. She’d take me in her mouth, her lips hot and wet, pushing and pulling, bringing me closer and closer to release, only to stop at the last second, her eyes locking with mine, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. “Almost, huh?” she’d whisper, licking her lips, before starting again, driving me absolutely insane.
Then there were the times she’d straddle me, her bare skin hot against mine, grinding down with a relentless rhythm that stole my breath. “Beg for it,” she’d hiss in my ear, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her body a furnace against me. And sometimes, shamefully, I would. Lost in the heat, in the raw, animalistic pleasure she forced upon me, all sense of right and wrong would blur.
Ena Satsuki. My sister-in-law. My tormentor. My… sex slave driver. It’s a twisted nightmare I’m living, a constant battle between revulsion and a primal desire I can barely control. And I know, deep down, this is only the beginning of her game. I’m trapped in her orbit, pulled in by a force of pure, unadulterated lust, a lust embodied by the woman who is supposed to be family, but who is instead turning my life into a living, breathing hell of pleasure and shame.
