I went to bed almost immediately after getting back from the awesome denouement at the hotel. As I closed my eyes and rested my head, I still couldn’t shake a strange feeling. I felt like an evil genius, but also I couldn’t help but feel kinda… bad. Had I been too harsh with the big reveal? Maybe leaving her cuffed to a bed alone for an hour was a little much. But she does like humiliation after all. Who knows, maybe Little Miss Pervert got a thrill out of it. She did cum even after I’d revealed myself. I attempted to ignore both the arousal and the guilt that twisted my tummy into conflicted knots. I fell asleep way too late. I don’t know when Rori got home.
I awoke to the strange feeling of having all this power and nothing to do with it. And, I had to admit to myself, still a bit of guilt. I brushed it away with the thought that she did it to herself. After all, what kind of whore meets up with a stranger to get fucked, without even knowing their real name? That level of dangerous sluttiness was downright stupid. And uncharacteristically risky on my shy sister’s part. Come to think of it, she didn’t even resist the idea of being naked in front of a stranger. Had I really turned her into a that much of a wicked sex addict? The thought of having completely corrupted my “sweet” sister made my hand go down towards my thighs almost instinctively… And then my alarm went off.