Charlie's Angels Excerpt

For Charlie, his last phrase sent a thrill through her body. Her older brother, now smaller and definitely weaker, but still older, begging her to believe that he would never disobey her commands – it spoke to something deep in her being. His weakness, his soft arms, his light features, his willingness to please… she had an image of him on his knees, before her, actually begging for her forgiveness -- she felt her nipples harden. It touched some unknown and unspoken part of her being and her developing sexuality that she narrowed her eyes and licked her lips. I wouldn’t disobey you like that – it ran through her mind again and again like an electric charge. He had gone from an older boy she to this subjugated boy that now sat next to her pleading for her forgiveness. Such humiliation, such a reversal, such power.

In the small room the size disparity between the two of them was clear and she stood close to him. He felt like he was looking at a solid wall of muscular womanhood. Looking directly at her defined lower jaw, he felt like a child being chastised, fearful of what punishment she would dole out to him. She towered over him and looked like a muscular dominatrix in her bra and underwear. She held something pink out to him.

"Those are my old underwear. They don’t fit me anymore, but they’ll fit you. You’re going to wear those as a reminder of what happens when you defy my instructions. I’ll decide when you can go back to your old boy underwear but until then, I want you wearing those. This will also help ensure that you’re not trying anything with Charlene or any other girl.”

He was speechless again – wear her old underwear? He looked up at her with tears in his eyes.

“But I… I’m a boy” he said in protest.

“Yes, I know, little brother. But this is our secret way of you telling me that you accept me as the man of the house, you accept my rules and you’ll follow them properly. That you won’t try anything silly like asking a girl out without getting my permission first.”

He looked at the girlish underwear in his hands, feeling the silky material and imagining the humiliation of putting it on each morning. He looked up at her and felt completely subdued and a mix of arousal and submission. Her powerful body, like iron in her black underwear and bra. She exuded pure power and he was doing everything he could to simply not fall to his knees and beg her to let him go. He had no choice but to obey her.

As if sensing his thoughts, she said, in a sultry voice, “This is an important symbol for you. A recognition that we’ve swapped roles, that you’re my little sister now. That you’re a good, chaste little sister.”

She let her words sink in and placed a thumb under his chin and tilted his head to meet her eyes, “You can agree to be my little sister in private or I can show the whole school that you’re my little sister. If I show everyone at school, you’ll never get a date again. If you agree to these terms, I might let you out of them once in a while. I might give you back your masculinity if you’re a good enough girl.”

His eyes watered slightly and he felt his knees almost give out. It was an overwhelming feeling of powerlessness combined with a deep sense of unfairness, “But Charlie, please, you can’t. Please, don’t make me.”

She looked down at him with a benevolent look of authority. "Come on now, be a good girl."