SISSY & FAMILY - 1

IN BETWEEN - 3

You continued arranging the silk scarves, creating a colorful cascade of textures within your pillow fort, your movements a symphony of practiced grace. Lisa's taunts were background noise, a buzzing irritant you could easily ignore. Until she uttered a single sentence that shattered your carefully constructed composure.

"I think Mistress would be mad if I tear this," she purred, her voice laced with a triumphant smirk.

Your head snapped up, your eyes widening in horror as you saw the familiar leather-bound diary clutched in her hand. Your diary! The repository of your deepest secrets, your desires, your journey of transformation. It was your most treasured possession, a tangible link to Mistress Evelyn, a chronicle of your shared intimacy.

"Where did you get that?" you gasped, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know, little sissy?" Lisa chuckled, waving the diary tantalizingly in front of your face. "Let's just say you're not as clever as you think you are."

Panic surged through you, a wave of cold dread washing over your skin. Your diary, in Lisa's hands, was a ticking time bomb, a threat to everything you held dear. "Give it back!" you demanded, lunging towards her, your hands outstretched.

But the long, flowing silk nightgown, your beloved garment, betrayed you in this moment of desperation. Your feet tangled in the fabric, sending you sprawling onto the floor, your attempt to snatch the diary ending in a graceless heap.

Lisa shrieked with laughter, her cruel delight echoing through the room. "Look at you, you pathetic worm!" she crowed, her eyes glittering with malice. "Can't even walk straight in that ridiculous get-up!"

She crouched down beside you, her face inches from yours. You could smell her perfume, a sickly sweet scent that nauseated you. "You want your precious diary back?" she whispered, her voice laced with venom. "Then beg for it. Beg me to spare it. And tell me all about your little adventures with Mistress Evelyn. Every juicy detail. Humiliate yourself for my amusement. And then... maybe... I'll consider giving it back."

Humiliation burned through you, hot and suffocating. But the fear of losing your diary, of having your secrets exposed, was an even more powerful force. You were trapped, your fate resting in the hands of your cruel, vindictive little sister.

"Please," you whispered, your voice choked with shame. "Please don't tear it up. It's everything to me."

Lisa's grin widened, a predator savoring the anticipation of the kill. "Good girl," she purred. "But before you start talking, let's make things a little more comfortable. For me, that is."

She gestured towards the floor with a flick of her wrist. "Sit," she commanded, her voice taking on a domineering edge that sent a tremor of fear through you. You obeyed instantly, arranging the silk nightgown around your legs with a practiced grace that belied your inner turmoil. The fabric, usually a source of comfort and sensual pleasure, now felt like a flimsy shield against your sister's cruel gaze.

But she wasn't done toying with you. She sprang up again, disappearing into her own room before returning moments later with a small, silver object in her hand. A vibrator. Your eyes widened in alarm, your heart pounding against your ribs like a trapped bird.

"You seemed so interested in feminine things," she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "I thought you might enjoy watching your little sister play with this."

She settled back into the pillow fort, her movements languid and deliberate, as if she were a queen surveying her domain. With a flick of her wrist, she switched on the vibrator, its humming a jarring counterpoint to the mournful silence of the house. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she slid the vibrator beneath the thin fabric of her babydoll dress, pushing aside her thong just enough to insert it.

Your cheeks burned with a mixture of shame and arousal, your gaze fixated on the subtle movements of the fabric as she adjusted the vibrator against her pussy.

"Do you like watching me play with this, sissy?" she purred, her voice thick with a newfound confidence. "It's quite fun, isn't it? Maybe you should try it sometime. But first, start talking. Tell me everything."

The threat was implied, unspoken, but no less potent. Lisa, wielding her newfound power with a chilling ruthlessness, had transformed your sanctuary into a stage for your humiliation. You knew you had no choice. With a trembling voice, you opened your diary, your fingers tracing the familiar words, your heart sinking as you began to read aloud, reliving the most intimate moments of your transformation for her cruel amusement. The pillow fort, once a haven, had become a gilded cage, a space where your deepest secrets were laid bare for your sister's twisted pleasure.

The ordeal had just begun.