“I can’t believe they fired me,” Brandon thought to himself. Oh sure, the prototype didn’t go as planned, but it wasn’t his fault… he was close and he knew it.
Bitter and wanting revenge for being called “A crackpot, egocentric, and sexist,” he spent the next few months on a new project… one that would get revenge on the President of the company, a bitch named Sarah Lodge, who was personally responsible for ending the funding for his project. Although she was beautiful and, rumour had it, slept and blackmailed her way to the top, she had laughed at him when he asked her out and blamed him personally for the failure of the three year project.
Having been rejected his whole life by pretty women who were ugly on the inside, he spent every waking second on his new mind control drug. It was originally intended to be used during interrogations, and made people tell the truth… but he now had other nefarious purposes in mind.
During test trials, it had seemed to work as anticipated for a brief amount of time before the individual being interrogated began randomly taking off their clothes and getting sexually aggressive.
Brandon, friends with the janitors that were always ignored by the bigwigs, had unlimited access to all the company’s equipment and chemicals and continued modifying the drug with a new purpose… revenge.
Six months after he was fired, the drug was ready. The drug had been modified to change the moral fibre of a person… in reality, it shifted the decision making of the individual to the low standards they had while drunk… but with even more psychological manipulation:
-the person couldn’t lie (like in that Jim Carrey movie ‘Liar Liar’)
-the person’s body would feel the need to obey even though their conscious mind would argue against such obedience
-the person’s sexual libido would increase substantially, the part he had really formulated, as part of his master plan to get revenge on not only that bitch Sarah, but others who have treated him poorly over the years.
-the individual would feel constricted by the clothes they were wearing and want to be naked
-he had also played with the formula to create what he believed would be potentially permanent impacts on the person infected (the original drug only lasted an hour). This was the one thing he was still very unsure of: it could last a few hours, days, weeks or maybe forever.
Now back at home, having lost everything when he was fired, he lived with his mother and eighteen year old bitch sister, Carrie, who mocked him profusely for being such a pathetic loser. While he got the brains, she got the looks. She was a cheerleader and, like most stereotypical cheerleaders was a bitch to anyone who didn’t fit into her social clique. Deciding he should do a test of the drug before going after Sarah and the corporation that fired him, He decided to test the drug on his bitch sister.
That night, (well, morning since it was a little after seven, but having worked nights so long his days were all messed up) while she was asleep, he went into her room, and sprayed the drug onto her face. Looking at her asleep, she really was beautiful. A brief moment of guilt hit him as he realized the potential consequences he had just inflicted on his own flesh and blood. Yet, the deed already done, it was a little too late for second guessing. With his mom already at work, she worked the morning shift as a nurse at the hospital, he had a few hours to test his drug and, if his theory was right, recondition his sister.
After about a minute, she coughed, the scent strong, and she sat up and screamed when she saw that her brother was staring at her. “What the hell, Brandon?”
“Good morning, sis,” he smiled, her large breasts barely held in by her purple nightie.
“Get the fuck out of here, you pervert,” she snapped, pissed at his arrogance.
“I was just giving you your new wake up call,” he ominously said.
“What’s that mean?” she questioned, glaring at him and yet still not totally awake.
“It means that it is time to put you in your place,” he said, looking forward to doing just that.
“Fuck off, you unemployed loser,” she shot back, mean shots coming natural to her.
“And you’re a bimbo bitch,” he shot right back. “And I figure that is both figuratively and literally true.”
“Ohhh, my smart brother can use big words,” she sarcastically said. “How has that worked out for you?”
Eager to test his theory, his cock stiffening in his pants at the potential, he ordered, “Show me your tits, baby sister.”
“As if,” she scoffed. “I knew you were a fucking virgin, but this is pathetic.”
He smiled, knowing she would spit venom at him, just like he knew Sarah would when he went after her, yet as anticipated, even as she talked, she unknowingly lifted up her nightie. “They’re as nice as I imagined they would be,” he said, looking at her large, firm tits.
She looked down and gasped as she realized she had taken off her nightie. “What the hell?” She said, bewildered.
“Cup those big melons for me,” he ordered, enjoying the confused look on her face.
“Get out of my room,” she demanded, her words venom, even as she again obeyed her brother’s words, cupping her voluptuous tits.
“Okay.” he agreed giddy that the product of his long years of research work was working exactly as anticipated so far. He went directly to the kitchen, grabbed a cucumber, and returned unannounced to his sister, who was still cupping her breasts, incapable of pulling her hands away.
“What did you do to me?” She asked, clearly frustrated that she couldn’t stop cupping her breasts.
“Just modified your tiny brain,” he shrugged, “which was ridiculously easy.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” she threatened, her face red with anger.
“Actually, you are going to fuck yourself with this cucumber,” he ordered, tossing it onto the bed.
“I will not,” she defiantly replied, even as she grabbed the cucumber.
“Actually, why don’t you give your new green friend a nice blow job first,” he instructed instead as he pulled out his cell phone to film her.
“What is wrong with yo…” She questioned, before the cucumber muffled her question. She sucked on it slowly, her eyes big with shock and anger.
He filmed her sucking the cucumber with great amusement. After a couple of minutes, he said, “It looks like you have a fair amount of experience.”
She glared daggers at him.
“Now fuck yourself with your new toy,” he ordered.
Taking the cucumber out of her mouth, she continued her verbal assault, “You’re so pathetic Brandon. You can’t get a girl so you get yourself off by watching your sister.”
“Oh, you are partially right. But this isn’t about getting me off, this is about revenge,” he revealed.
“Revenge?” She asked, as she mindlessly pulled down her panties.
“Yes, you have been a complete bitch to me your whole life and now I am going to teach you your place,” he explained.
“My place?” She questioned, as she slid the cucumber into her cunt.
“You’re like a fucking parrot,” he joked. “Although you’re obviously such a slut that obeying your brother gets you horny.”
“Fuck you,” she snapped, as she pumped the cucumber in and out, frustrated that it was indeed turning her on.
“Soon,” he promised, foreshadowing his end game… which had nearly arrived.
“You plan to fuck me?” She accidentally moaned, frustrated she couldn’t control herself and mortified that her loser brother was in control.
“Once you beg me to,” he answered, amused that the drug was obviously working perfectly.
“When hell freezes over,” she snapped, still not catching onto her predicament.
“You really are one insipid slut,” he accused, amused at how oblivious she was still. “I don’t know how you and I are from the same DNA.”
“I ask myself that question all the time,” she shot back, still adorably defiant as she pumped the cucumber in and out of her cunt.
“You’re so adorable with your bimbo like defiance,” he shot back, wanting to piss her off even more.
“You fucking bastaaard,” she moaned.
“Fuck yourself faster,” he demanded. “Fill that cunt with your new fuck toy.”
“Shiiiit,” she cursed.
“Are you horny?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes, dammit,” she frustratingly admitted, her breathing getting heavier.
“You’re horny fucking yourself in front of your brother?” he clarified.
“Yes, damn you,” she said, “How did you do this to me?”
“Simple chemistry,” he shrugged, “you know, the class you dropped out of.”
“You’re such a n-n-nerd,” she accused, while furiously fucking herself with the cucumber.
“Better than a bimbo slut,” he countered, “who fucks herself with veggies.”
“You’re making me do this,” she countered.
“The video looks like you’re doing this all on your own,” he pointed out, before asking, “Does fucking yourself with a cucumber make you feel good?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Is it bigger than your steroid boyfriend’s cock?” he asked.
“Yes,” she admitted, before adding, “he is going to rip you to pieces when he finds out what you have done.”
“I’ll probably make him a cocksucker,” he shrugged, the idea suddenly a very appealing one. Turning a bully into a faggot was true justice.
“He’d never,” she said.
“Like you’d never fuck yourself with a cucumber,” he countered.
“Damn you,” she weakly said, as her orgasm continued to build.
“Each stroke of the cucumber brings you more pleasure,” he added to the growing number of orders.
“Oh yessss,” she moaned, obviously a few pumps away from orgasm.
“But you can only come with my permission,” he added, wanting to see her beg to come.
“Bullshit,” she shot back, her breathing getting erratic, clearly thinking this was one rule of the mind she could break.
Knowing she couldn’t lie, he asked, “What gives you more pleasure, your new cucumber cock or your boyfriend?”
“Oh God,” she moaned, her look becoming more desperate.
“Which one, slut?” he asked again, wanting to humiliate her at the same time.
“The cucumber, dammit,” she snapped, furiously pumping the cucumber deep into her cunt, getting frustrated because her orgasm wouldn’t come.
“Do you want to come?” he asked.
“Yesssss,” she whined.
“Beg, sister slut,” he ordered, loving having power over her for once.
“I’m not a sluuuut,” she protested.
“Says the girl fucking herself with a cucumber,” he countered.
“Just let me commmme,” she pleaded, sweat pouring down her face.
“Beg then,” he reiterated.
“Please, may I come,” she weakly begged.
“You can do better than that,” he countered.
“Damn yooooou,” she cursed. After a brief pause she begged, as she continued pumping her cunt, “please big brother, let your slutty sister commmmme.”
“On three, slut,” he said, still filming his sister’s submission.
“Please, hurrrrrry,” she whimpered, her breathing so erratic she thought she may pass out.
“One, two, three,” he quickly counted.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” she screamed, loud enough to wake the neighbourhood, as she collapsed back.
His cock rock hard, he put the phone away, thrilled his formula had worked exactly as he had anticipated. He quickly got out of his jeans and underwear as she continued to quiver from the much delayed orgasm.
“Do you like sucking cock?” he asked, his almost eight inch cock standing at attention, inches from his sister’s face.