With a peaceful ripple of your brain waves, you realize that your full, five-year-long transformation is at last at an exhaustive end.  You are, for all time, in body, mind, and spirit, your goddess of a little sister’s piece of property.

                And you feel just fine with that statement of your ultimate reality. 

                This is your fate: it always was and it always will be to be your sister’s holy pleasure object, and nothing more.  The very thought of this fills you with overwhelming desire to be of use and a tingling sense of unimaginable joy and meaning to existence.  At long last, you understand the purpose of your life with such clarity it pains you to think of the time before this wonderful revelation.

                “That’s my boy…” murmurs Carly seductively, kissing the back of your head with her moist lips again.  “That’s my sweet, sweet little boy.  I’m so proud of you, and I love you more than you can ever know.”

                “I love you too, Carly,” you whisper, respectfully kissing her soft fingertip in kind, as Carly rises from the chair and steps toward the middle of the room again.

                “Let’s play a game, Jack,” your sister sighs dreamily.  “Something BOTH of us will have fun with, okay?”

                “What do you have in mind?” you say calmly, no longer having fear or apprehension about what’s coming.  No thoughts of the uncertain future loom in your mind.  You are fully focused on the unimaginably marvelous present moment.

                “Oh, gosh, I just don’t know,” she coos, staring down towards the floor and wriggling her naked toes pensively against the carpet.  “I mean, I could let you fuck my toes again with that insatiable little wiener of yours, but we’ll save that for later.  Too much of a good thing will make it boring, you know.”

                “Yeah, right,” you mumble disbelievingly under your breath.  “Not in this case, though.”

                “I could wear you for a bit down there,” she says thoughtfully, pointing down into the gaping neckline of her shirt towards her sports bra, containing both of her firm, mountainous breasts.  “You know… getcha a little chesticle action?” she smirks playfully, trying to gauge your reaction.  “You might like that.  You would like that, actually, I’m sure of it.  We can do better, though.  Much, much better.”

                “Okay,” you answer simply, shrugging, accepting the answer without question.

                Carly smiles, pleased.  “I love this.  You’re so agreeable.  God, why did it take you so long to come around, huh, little guy?  I mean, Jesus, you COULD have been doing this for years already.  I would’ve made you the happiest little man alive if you’d just admitted to yourself and me the truth that’s been there all along.  It was hanging under your teeny little nose the whole time and you never took advantage of it.  How come?”

                “I… don’t know,” you swallow, bowing your head before your beautiful and merciful deity of a sibling. “But I was stupid.  And I’m sorry…” you drawl as a few more tears cascade down your cheeks from the sheer overwhelming nature of it all.

                With the tenderness of stroking a baby’s face, Carly’s pinky fingertip caresses your damp cheeks, drying the tears before her lips set about pecking the top of your head lightly again with a wet smack of love.  “Don’t cry, Jack, don’t cry.  It’s all okay now.  I forgive you for everything.  Everything ever.  And it will stay like this.  All you have to do is stay here with me forever, and I’ll give you just what you want, which happens to be the same thing that I want.  That… feeling.  Under our skin.  I know you feel it too.  The creeping.  God, it’s like Heaven, I swear… I… I love you, Jack.  So much.”

                “I know,” you sniffle.

                “I’m not going anywhere,” she coos, lowering her palm down to chest level and staring down at you almost provocatively.  “And neither are you, my little toy.”

                You collapse over your sister’s palm, kissing the creases of her soft flesh with every drop of passion you have, sobbing with relief and joy that you, at long last, have made your way home.  It wasn’t where you expected it to be; you can grant yourself this much.  You had imagined for so long during this supposed imprisonment that your real home was back with your parents and friends at your house, at normal size, going to school, getting a job, finding a significant other, starting a family of your own someday, and dying peacefully surrounded by loved ones and a full life of various successes.  But that was wrong.  All wrong.  In hindsight, such an idea of a “home” is foreign, unwanted, and grotesque to you.  Almost alien.

                You true home is here.  Sprawled, naked and helpless, in the firm, smooth palm of your little sister, hidden away in her dorm room, taken out of your dark drawer only for enlightening sessions of pseudo-sexual play and abject worship to your sibling god.  A life of wonderment, pleasure, happiness, belonging, near-religious love, and base respect.  Your home is anywhere here.  Your home is on top of Carly’s tongue, nestled in her breasts, under her shirt, dangling from her fingers, in her pocket, under her wrinkled sole, between her toes, in her palm.  Your home isn’t a house.  It’s your sister Carly herself in her entirety, and you now realize that it always will be, and that you never, ever want to leave.

                For the first real time in your life, you feel safe and secure in your future.  No aimless wondering about your job prospects or about having a successful family.  No questioning whether you can make ends meet.  No pondering the mysteries of the universe.  No hurtful thinking or stress about what’s to come or what you have to do to make it in this world.  Your future is set and completely taken care of by your loving and powerful owner.  All you have to do is reciprocate her love as a faithful pet plaything, and Carly will take care of the rest.  It’s the greatest deal you imagine that has ever been presented to a human being, and right now, you consider yourself to be the luckiest man on the face of the planet.

                Carly’s hand continues lowering you like an elevator of animated flesh and muscle down her body, past her chest and stomach, as if putting on a show for you.  Displaying the full playground of amazing opportunity for pleasure that lies before you.  All you have to do is satisfy her whims and allow her to control you, and you’ll get exactly what you want as well from this towering goddess of a young woman.  You tingle with excitement as you stare up and down at the full length of your sister’s impressive body, at once filled not with fear and apprehension of what it might do to you, but instead sheer awe and appreciation for this dream world you’re embarking into.  You know now that Carly is comfortable doing whatever she wants with you, and in return, you have full access to this tight, tanned, model-esque form standing like an enormous skyscraper of infinite strength and ability.  You can only imagine how many guys have fought uselessly for Carly’s affections just to get into her pants, and yet here you are, being given this essential reality on a silver platter.  It’s sickeningly twisted and wonderfully fulfilling to you at the same time.

                The hand you’re perched in stops at Carly’s waist, and soon her fingers are fumbling with the button connecting the fly of her skinny jeans.  Doing away with this, your sister allows the denim folds to flop roughly to the carpet below, leaving only a plain pair of white panties separating you from the netherworld of Carly’s reproductive region.  You gulp, trembling slightly, as your mind begins to wander.  What’s going on?  This can’t possibly be what it looks like… can it?

                “It’s time, Jack,” whispers Carly lovingly.  “Time for you to know for yourself.”

                “Know… what?” you gasp, staring blankly at the satin fabric resting peacefully over your sister’s massive crotch.

                “How important you are to me, of course.  I’m about to put you where dozens of pathetic losers have been trying to get for the past four years without success.  I’ve… saved myself, Jack.  For your little body.  The whole thing.  I’ve never believed I could be happy in a regular relationship, I realize that now.  All that… equality, partnership, pleasing one another on even playing fields.  It doesn’t work for me.  No, what we have between us isn’t like that.  It’s not useless or selfish or stupid.  It’s right, and it’s beautiful.  You… are mine… my little thing.  My toy.  My pet.  My tiny little love slave,” drawls Carly almost drunkenly.  “And now you’re finally, finally, FINALLY going to fulfill your real purpose.  I’m sure you’ve wondered before why I haven’t tried this, and it’s because you weren’t ready.  But now that we’re here, and you accept me as your goddess, and you as my bug boy, we can… finish it.”

                You squint at the satin underwear, and feel your arm hair stand on end as you realize a distinct color change is taking place in the soft, off-white tone.  It’s becoming darker in the center, in a splotchy, glistening oval.  And it’s at this moment that you realize with bone-warming and mind-altering shock that Carly is actually moistening her panties as her crotch begins pumping small droplets of hot, gooey, anticipatory juices out in preparation to ceremonially receive your body inside your sister’s most sacred of locations.

                “Holy shit…” you whisper under your breath, unable to process the sight before you in any meaningful way.  All you can do is watch and accept the impossible reality before you.  The thumb of Carly’s other hand finds its way into the strap of the panties, preparing to tug hard enough to slip the underwear off and leave you in your final position to be inserted into her best-kept secret, thusly completing the pleasing of your new goddess and essential religious figure.

                Time seems to come to a halt, then, as the door to the dorm room swings open.

                You turn around, still locked into a place of solid mental insanity, and see none other than Sophie standing in the doorway, two objects gripped in her fists.  It takes her no more than three seconds to survey the scene and fight back a horrified scream as she realizes what Carly is about to do to you.

                Carly frowns, backing up closer to the bed and raising you up back to chest level, away for the time being from her private goods.

                “You sick bitch,” hisses Sophie, raising up a squirt bottle to face level with Carly.  “You’re going to pay for this… ALL of this!”  Squeezing the bottle handle hard, several pumps of fine mist are sprayed into the air, catching your unfortunately confused sister in the eyes and mouth, off-guard.

                “What the FUCK is THIS?” screeches your sister in shock, rubbing at her rapidly reddening eyes and trying to cough the consumed gaseous spray out of her throat.  “SOPHIE!”

                “Don’t talk to me, Carly.  Ever again.  And not to Jack, either.  You’re through.  I’m going to make sure you wish you were never BORN!” cries Sophie, allowing the arm holding the spray bottle to drop and raising up her other hand, which happens to be clasping a small black discharger.

                “Is that a…” gasps Carly as Sophie fires the small taser at her, hitting her squarely in the chest and sending a sharp electric charge into her body.  Your sister convulses a few times, flopping backward onto the bed.  You go crashing downward as her fingers loosen their protective fleshy fence around you, rolling a few times as you hit the bedspread running.  Carly’s body slams ungracefully onto the bed from the shock of the irritating liquid in her eyes and throat followed by the full-on taser assault by your quick-acting cousin.  Groggily, Carly tries to pull herself up, but can’t, her arms and legs twitching violently.

                And suddenly, it all becomes clear to you what’s happening.

                “SOPHIE, NO!” you scream, horrified, as your sister begins rapidly shrinking, disappearing into the seemingly abandoned pile of her clothes.

                The room goes silent.