Title: Jumping Hotdog's The Primrose Primer and the Christmas Gift
Author: Jumping Hotdog
Keywords: fg, mg, mf, mdom, fdom, oral, bd, ds, inc, mc
Summary: Becky Brice is a girl with a book. Dangerous enough all by itself,
but the Primrose Primer is a very special book. Within its pages lurk the 
secrets of reforging minds. Becky has already taken control of her best 
friend, and for his loyal service she decides he needs a reward. His 
choice? His eleven year old sister.

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   The first snow of winter drifted slowly from the sky. It created a 
silent world, only occasionally marred by the rumbling passage of a car or 
truck.

   Thirteen year old Becky Brice sat curled in the corner of Tony's 
bedroom. She sat in what had long since become her wicker bucket-seat, 
knees up against her chest and hair hanging down to mostly cover her face. 
Her attention was on the book clutched in her hands, as she carefully read 
the next section. Becky liked books and reading, but she especially liked 
this book. It was an escape, one of the few she had since she didn't have 
many friends. In fact, she really only had one friend and that was Tony.

   Tony sat cross legged on the bed, eyes locked on the small TV his mom 
let him have. He bashed the controller in his hands and the video game 
soldier proceeded to spray a hail of bullets into the group of advancing 
Nazis.

   "Got them!" he cried as they fell dead to the ground.

   Becky twitched and lost her place in the dense text. Tony could be so 
loud when he got excited. It was something they'd been working on.

   And he knew it.

   The bed creaked as Tony turned and sent her a hangdog expression. "Um," 
he said, "sorry, Becks." And his big brown eyes certainly seemed sorry.

   Becky sighed. "Come here, Tony."

   He paused his game and shuffled over. Becky set her book to one side and
rose to meet him.

   "What did we discuss?" she asked.

   "Indoor voices," Tony muttered, sounding for all the world like a 
chastised student brought up before a particularly imposing teacher. The 
tall kind, perhaps, with a long nose and dark flashing eyes that cut the 
flesh and soul both.

   Such an impression certainly didn't match reality; Tony and Becky were 
both thirteen with birthdays only a week apart. More, Becky was the smaller
of the two, with a soft round face, mouse brown hair and a frumpy Christmas
sweater depicting three cavorting reindeer. Of course, there was more to 
their relationship than a casual observer would notice.

   "Yes," said Becky, "indoor voices." She took his palm in one hand and 
reached up to his head with the other. With the ease of practice, she 
traced a fingertip behind his left ear until she found the nerve cluster 
hidden there and pushed down at both places at once.

   Tony twitched and then relaxed as a dreamy expression washed over his 
face.

   It was a simple enough trick, really. Indeed it was one of the first the
book had taught her. By simultaneously pressing two specific nerve clusters
on his hand and neck, she could cause a minor short circuit in his brain. 
The brain responded by activating areas not normally involved in pain 
processing, which in turn released hormones. The most important was a 
sloshing wave of Oxytocin.

   "You love me, right?" said Becky as she kept up the pressure.

   He nodded dumbly. Of course he did. Oxytocin was the love hormone. It 
controlled bonding and she'd been flooding his brain with it for months 
now. This was little more than a top off.

   Stereo music drifted from the living room.

   "Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
   "But the fire is so delightful,
   "And since we've no place to go,
   "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."

   Part of Becky's mind scanned it for key words that might interface with 
her current control, but the majority of her attention stayed on Tony.

   "If you love me, you must do what I want."

   Again a nod. Fog drifted across his eyes.

   "And I want you to behave. I want you to think about my needs. That 
means controlling yourself. Remember, indoor voice."

   "Indoor voice." His words were slurred, as if he was drunk, but it was 
confirmation all the same.

   And with that Becky finally let her fingers slip from the nerve 
clusters. Tony sagged but stayed on his feet. It would be few seconds 
before he returned to normal.

   As Becky watched her friend recover, she picked up her book again and 
clutched it to her chest. It had a plain bookcloth cover in a washed out 
purple, the only mark an imprinted primrose flower. From appearance alone, 
it might have been a Victorian romance of the kind read by waifish girls 
who pine their days away for their Heathcliff. They probably wore floral 
nightgowns and touched themselves at night while feeling virtuously guilty.
But it wasn't such a book; it was so much more.

   Thanks to the Primrose Primer, for so the inside title page named it, 
she knew the brain was a tangled mess of interconnected subsystems and 
generalized processes, all suspended in an organic soup of bubbling 
chemicals and hormones. It was a hodgepodge system and oh-so-exploitable. 
There were glyphs that crashed the visual cortex, words to induce 
synesthesia, sensations that could disable entire aspects of higher 
reasoning and smells that could cause uncontrolled riots of neural 
activity. Properly combined and applied... They could remake a person from 
the ground up.

   And that was what the Primrose Primer taught her - the art of neural 
sculpting. As its very first paragraph read: The human mind is a state 
machine. Given the proper input it can be moved to any state and given the 
proper state it will give any desired output.

   Sense returned to Tony's eyes and he smiled his slightly gormless grin 
at Becky.

   The song continued on in the background.

   "When we finally kiss goodnight
   "How I hate going out in the storm
   "But if you really hold me tight
   "All the way home I'll be warm"

   On impulse, Becky said, "Kiss me."

   And he did.

   Tony lunged forwards, eyes alight, and their lips mashed together. His 
tongue found its way into her mouth and twisted against hers. Becky moaned 
into the kiss, knees weak, stomach all twisty. Her whole body felt alive as
she dissolved into a mist of pink pleasure. Her small nipples made hard 
points on her chest, begging to be touched or pressed.

   This was her escape. This was the power the book gave her.

   The kiss continued. Longer. Harder.

   Indeed, they kissed until Becky's chest burnt for air and only then did 
she pull back, panting. She could feel Tony doing the same. His breath was 
hot against her lips. That breath was his life, in out, in out. She could 
feel his heart and see his love in his eyes. They were alight with passion 
and desire, and it was all directed at her.

   This wasn't like the boys at school. Tony might not be the best looking 
or have the fittest body, but he was hers. He was safe. She owned and 
controlled him, having re-sculpted his mind until he couldn't betray or 
hurt her. So when they kissed there was no panic or embarrassment. Instead 
she could just dissolve away into a happy warm pink place.

   She kissed Tony again, more active this time. Her tongue forced its way 
into his mouth as their lips mashed. As she did, she pushed him back 
towards the bed and after a few steps he collapsed to a sitting position. A
bulge marked his manhood, hot and hard in his pants.

   "Drop your pants," she said, face flushed, her pupils wide with lust. 
Her breath came in short hard bursts.

   Tony blushed at the command and shied back a fraction. It looked cute on
him, a flush of extra color to his already deep Italian skin. The flush she
planned to keep but the hesitation would go. Maybe if she kept reading the 
Primrose Primer it would have something to let her tweak his judgment 
response without needless background damage. Perhaps, but that was for 
later.

   His fingers tugged ineffectively at his belt buckle.

   Too slow.

   Becky reached down herself, slipped the buckle, yanked the belt open and
then did the same for the top button of Tony's pants. His cock sprung half 
free, contained only by his boxer shorts and barely at that.

   The smell hit Becky even as the sight made her unconsciously lick her 
lips. It was male and filled with lust, but also safe, controlled. Her 
hands shook and tingled as she reached into Tony's pants and drew his cock 
free. It twitched and throbbed in her hands, almost hot enough to scold.

   Slowly, carefully, she began to pump the cock. It slipped up and down 
through her joined hands. The skin rolled and shifted under her fingers. It
felt smooth, like silk wrapped around an iron core fresh from the forge.

   "God, Becks!" Tony moaned and thrust his hips up into her hands.

   "No! Don't move," snapped Becky and for all that her eyes were normally 
a soft washed out blue, right then they flashed. This was her toy and only 
she played with it. She ran a thumb over the fat red head, pushing down 
hard enough that the soft flesh distorted under the pressure. A trickle of 
pre-cum bubbled from the little mouth.

   "God, god, god," said Tony, eyes clamped shut. His body twitched as he 
fought to stay still. Simple Oxytocin-born love wouldn't have been enough 
to hold him seated. Indeed, Oxytocin was tangled up with a whole host of 
undesirable responses. But Tony had been her principle test subject for 
months now, and the Primrose Primer taught many things. Oh at first the 
changes she wrought were small - a bad habit lessened here, a compulsion 
added there - but such things added up. Now, three months later, he would 
follow her commands even through this.

   She pumped with her arms and twisted with her wrists. The cock looked 
almost red, aroused to fire by her erotic ministrations. More pre-cum 
bubbled up, Becky smeared it with her small soft palm and Toby's entire 
body trembled with constrained lust.

   Slowly, heart hammering in her chest, Becky leaned down and touched the 
head with the tip of her tongue. The effect was like a bolt of electricity.
Tony's cock jerked and his entire body went rigid. Before it was too late, 
Becky formed a constricting band around the base of his cock with her 
fingers. His balls twitched but didn't erupt.

   "Careful," said Becky, the wet heat of her words playing against the 
straining cock in her hands. "You are not to cum before I let you. This is 
my toy."

   Small tears formed in the corners of Tony's eyes, but he nodded his 
head. "Yes, Becks. I'll hold on." His jaw clenched so tight the muscles 
showed white.

   "Good." Becky slowly released her iron grip on his cock, one finger at a
time. With her freed hand, she swept her hair out of her face and dipped 
again. This time she let the cock slip through the small wet ring of her 
lips, and sucked it into her mouth.

   She shuddered at the sensation. Tony did too.

   The flat head filled her diminutive oral cavity, pressing heavily 
against her tongue. The taste did strange things to her body. Her small 
sharp nipples scraped against the t-shirt she wore beneath her Christmas 
sweater, and, in her panties, her little clitty buzzed something fierce.

   Slowly, she pulled back away from Tony. Her moist lips stroked his 
cock's head until it plopped free. The head glistened with pre-cum and 
saliva. Becky blew and her breath carried some of the icy chill of the 
snowy world beyond the windows. It danced over the volcanic cock-head.

   Tony gasped. "Becks, please," he moaned. "I think... Almost..." He made 
tiny jerking motions, not the full thrusts he clearly desired. Even now, 
the mental sculpting held.

   The scent of sex and passion filled the air. Becky's eyes were wide and 
wild. Her fingers danced up the underside of his cock, feather light 
touches made with finger tips. His balls twitched and Becky smiled at the 
sight, like a hunting cat. This was her toy. This was her power. This was 
her game. She cupped his balls with her left hand, feeling their heft and 
need.

   Still clutching Tony's balls, Becky ran a pre-cum wet finger around the 
underside of the mushroom head. Tony made the cutest noise, like a violin 
string stretched to the point of breaking only to be held just on the 
brink. As he moaned and groaned, Becky set to pumping the cock. She took a 
tight grip and swooshed up and down. The flesh sung under her hands and 
heat rolled off Tony.

   Power. Control. Freedom.

   "Cum," she said.

   Tony erupted.

   His balls gave one final jerk and cum spurted upwards. The first shot 
just missed Becky's face and she bent the cock painfully away before the 
second came. Cum splattered onto the rumpled bedsheets, first one blast, 
then two and finally a third.

   Tony sagged back and his head smacked into the bed. "Oh Becks," he 
moaned, between deep breaths. "Oh Becks, I love you."

   Becky smiled. Of course he did. The Primrose Primer would allow nothing 
less. But there would be time for that later. Her game had gotten her hot, 
and now it was her turn.

   Even as Tony's cock softened, Becky scrambled up onto the bed and laid 
down with her back to the headboard. Once in place, she shuffled out of her
pants and panties. The clothes fell in a crumpled heap to the side. Cold 
air ran across her hot juicy pussy as she spread her soft thighs. Moisture 
glistened on the lips and in her sparse pubic hair.

   "Begin," she said.

   With one last exhausted sigh, Tony rolled over and crawled towards 
Becky. He dropped his head and, as he'd been trained, set to eating. He 
started slowly, just as Becky liked. First he used his nose, doing little 
more than running it up and down her leaking slit and tickling her clit. 
From there he moved onto his tongue.

   Becky liked long, broad strokes to start with, and Tony knew that well. 
Starting low, almost at her ass, Tony pulled his tongue up, through her 
meaty nether lips and over her clit. That last was a spike of pleasure, 
even hidden away in its little hood, and Becky hummed at it. Her hands came
up and rubbed her breasts through her woolen sweater. Becky had large tits 
for her age, which went someway towards explaining her taste in baggy 
clothes, but her nipples were sensitive all the same.

   As Tony performed slow lick after slow lick, Becky pulled her sweater 
over her head (the static electricity making her hair frizz) and rolled her
t-shirt up to bare her breasts. They were meaty handfuls and her fingers 
bit into the soft flesh as she kneaded them.

   That went on for a little while - just long slow lick after long slow 
lick. This wasn't the main event. This was the warm up, the feeding of the 
fire so it would burn all the hotter when the time came.

   "More," hissed Becky, and that was the signal to advance.

   Between her legs, Tony upped his game. He slipped two curved fingers 
into Becky's channel and rubbed the roof of her inner walls. The repetitive
motions were an erotic come-hither gesture and he knew just where to call. 
Juices squelched inside Becky's channel and her sex came alive with 
sparking pleasure. Adding to the fire, Tony made dozens of tiny licks 
around her clit, but as close as he came, his tongue never quite touched 
that aching nub.

   "Good boy," hissed Becky, eyes now scrunched shut. She took hold of her 
own nipples and pulled them hard as she arched her back and crushed Tony's 
head between her rounded thighs.

   Despite the pressure on his ears, Tony worked with his lips, tongue and 
fingers for all he was worth. He moved faster, now, and more directly. He 
dropped his lips over her clit, made a seal and sucked. That struck Becky 
like a molten bar of cosmic steel, straight to her core.

   "Fuck," she hissed and clamped her teeth shut with an audible clack. 
Again she crushed his head with her thighs.

   Within his fleshy prison, Tony smiled, and through it all he kept up his
rhythmic finger fucking.

   Come-hither, come-hither, come-hither, he said with actions rather than 
words. He was beckoning her pleasure - her orgasm. Each motion built on the
last. Each made Becky's pussy that little bit hotter, that little bit 
juicier and made it shudder with aftershock.

   Heat rolled off Becky's pleasure filled body. Her pale skin flushed red 
and her face was almost crimson. "More, harder," she said between her hot 
panting breaths.

   Tony did as bid. He increased the pressure of his come-hither fingers. 
Each movement dug hard into the flesh of her sex. He wrung pleasure from it
and forced it to give up all it had.

   "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Becky felt almost ready to explode, but even in her 
lust clouded state, she knew she was being too loud.

   As Tony sucked her clit even harder, Becky grabbed her rolled up t-
shirt, crammed as much of it as possible into her mouth and bit down hard.

   Tony swiped her suction extended clit, and that was it.

   Becky exploded. Her body bucked as her orgasm ran riot through her 
teenage flesh, her back locked into an extended arch and she almost pulled 
her nipples off as she tugged them so hard. She yowled her pleasure into 
her makeshift gag and bit down so hard her jaw hurt. Tears stung her eyes 
but they were good tears.

   Her orgasm lasted long taught seconds, seconds in which her spine burnt 
with lightning, her nipples blazed, her clit sang and her pussy burnt.

   And then finally it was over. Becky dropped like a corpse into the soft 
yielding bed, body almost boneless as the chemicals of post-coital bliss 
sloshed through her brain.

   They cuddled for a bit after that, naked and sweating as snow fell 
beyond the window, Christmas music drifted from the living room stereo and 
somewhere else in the house, Tony's sister dashed about with all the 
unordered energy of a pre-teen. If Becky had been a different kind of 
person, she might have drifted off into fantasy right then - a day dream 
world were Tony was her lover in truth rather than mind sculpted lie. But 
she wasn't such a person. To be this close to someone, to be this 
potentially vulnerable, required control. Nothing else could be safe. 
Anything else was terrifying.

   Still, that didn't mean Tony voided any reward for his efforts.

   Becky rolled off the bed and started to pull her clothes on. Tony 
watched her dress, his cock slowly growing hard between his legs.

   "I've been thinking," she said as she examined her t-shirt. There was a 
large wet spot were she bit it. No matter, she pulled the t-shirt over her 
head and hid the spot by donning her Christmas sweater in turn. It was a 
nice sweater in bright red and white, showing cavorting reindeer. And it 
helped hide her breasts from idiots who did nothing but ogle them. She 
turned back around and saw Tony's hand moving towards his hardening cock. 
Her eyes flashed. "No!"

   Tony looked chagrined and turned his aborted attempt at masturbation 
into a languid stretch. The motion moved his body in interesting ways. Tony
might not be a school jock but he was thin and moderately athletic. It made
for a pleasing sight.

   "I've been thinking," said Becky again, though her lips were a touch 
tighter than before. "You've been a good toy these last three months and 
deserve a reward. What do you want?"

   He smiled up at her and Oxytocin born devotion shone in his eyes. "You, 
Becks!"

   Becky did smile at that and blush a little, but shook her head. "Other 
than me. I'm offering you something here. Something special. Is there 
anything you want?" She smiled. "Anyone?"

   "Um?" Tony looked rather confused. It was clear an answer wouldn't be 
forthcoming and Becky frowned. His mental sculpting made this type of free 
thinking difficult (her goddess like presence tended to dominate his 
judgment network), but while mental sculpting could create problems, it 
could also solve them.

   Becky went back to her wicker chair and grabbed up her hand bag. From 
inside she fished out her deck of cards and started sorting through them. 
This was her glyph deck and each card contained an image to sculpt the 
mind. Of course you had to be careful with visual triggers. It was all too 
easy to hit yourself with something nasty. That's why each card was safe 
inside an individual opaque card sleeve, glyph down and the back marked 
with sequence and number.

   There were many possible cards to choose from - fifty three to be exact,
split between eight sequences and five standalones. For this task Becky 
thought something off the Charkov-Wells sequence was called for. Number 
three, perhaps? Yes that would work. Charkov-Wells sequence glyphs snuck in
through flaws in the visual cortex and then caused cascading faults between
brain areas. Number three would cause just the fault she needed.

   "Here," said Becky, turning, as she drew the card from its sleeve and 
raised it up, "look at this."

   The result hit Tony like a punch to the face. He reeled back and when he
swayed upright again, the right half of his face was slack, as if a stroke 
victim. Among other things (lots of other things) this glyph caused a 
temporary fault in the brain's judgment network by splitting off 
communication between the posterior cingulate and medial prefrontal cortex.
That was good, exactly what she needed, but the paralysis was an 
unfortunate side effect.

   "Now," said Becky, as she put the card away. It had done its part. 
"Let's try this again. What do you want from me? I'm offering you a gift."

   "Gift?" slurred Tony. He sounded drunk; that was to be expected.

   "You better watch out, you better not cry," came the Christmas music.
   "Better not pout, I'm telling you why,
   "Santa Claus is comin' to town."

   "Yes, a gift. I am offering you something." She smiled as an idea 
occurred to her. "Tony, I'm Santa. Pretend I'm Santa. Tell Santa what you 
want for Christmas." She reached forward and ran the back of her hand down 
the non-paralyzed side of his face. "Tell Santa what you want so she can 
get it for you."

   Tony was silent for several seconds, and Becky almost thought he would 
refuse her again, even with his moral judgment network in temporary 
tatters.

   "Sister," he said finally as he swayed back and forth. "Slut." The word 
plopped out of his mouth. "Brat. Want Noemi."

   Incest now? Becky frowned slightly. Tony had been developing some odd 
habits and fetishes of late, but perhaps that was to be expected. She was 
still learning, after all, and mistakes were bound to happen. If the worst 
of those mistakes were some odd sexual desires on her best friend's part, 
she should count herself lucky.

   Still, for all it was an unusual request, it wasn't an impossible one. 
Perhaps even quite doable. She did have the Primrose Primer, after all. The
right combination of stimuli and little Noemi could be made into her 
brother's mewling fuckpet plaything. In fact, the idea sent a naughty 
thrill down Becky's spine.

   Normality slowly returned to Tony's face, and Becky smiled as she 
stalked back towards her best friend. Dropping to her knees, she took his 
half-hard cock back into her mouth and started sucking. This might be quite
fun indeed.

   "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."

                                    ~#~                                    

   Tony's younger sister was a small lithe girl, of the sort who could eat 
as much ice cream as she wanted without gaining a pound. Probably took 
gymnastics classes, too, and spent hours turning cartwheels in the park 
come summer with a gang of giggling girl friends. Becky never had a gang of
girl friends, giggling or otherwise. She had Tony and now she had the 
Primrose Primer, and that surely had to count for more.

   "Good afternoon, Mrs. Tarantino," said Becky as she walked into the 
kitchen, her best good girl smile on her face. "Good morning, Noemi."

   "Why hello, dear," said Mrs. Tarantino as she looked up from stuffing a 
raw chicken with sausage meat.

   Noemi looked up from her lunch, smiled and then looked back down.

   "Noemi," said Becky, "I was wondering if I could borrow you for a while.
It's about Tony's Christmas present. I could use your help."

   "Go help Becky, dear," said Mrs. Tarantino.

   "Fine." Noemi rolled her eyes, slurped the last of her cereal (cereal 
for lunch, really?) and stood up.

   Brat. It wouldn't matter soon.

   Being eleven, Noemi made her displeasure known in some not so subtle 
ways. She stamped along behind Becky while huffing and sighing as much as 
possible.

   "Let's speak in your room," said Becky as she stopped outside a door 
down the hall from Tony's room. "I don't want Tony overhearing."

   Another eye roll, but Noemi pushed her door open and walked inside.

   It was a classic pre-teen room - that distinctive but individualized mix
of soft toys, eclectic mess, pink and princess memorabilia. In places there
was just a hint of the teen-to-come showing through in the teenybopper boy-
band posters and makeup piled near a vanity table.

   "Well?" said Noemi. She walked to the center and spun, hands on hips.

   Noemi was a rather pretty girl for her age, Becky thought. Long back 
hair cascaded down her back and she had a sculpted aristocratic face. She 
had the same Italian skin as her brother, though perhaps a touch lighter. 
Being eleven she was still flat as a board and without a hint of hips, of 
course, but even that wasn't all bad. It gave her a youthful spring-lamb 
vigor.

   As Becky looked at her prey, she fingered the glyph card behind her 
back.

   There were seven image glyphs in what the Primrose Primer called the 
basilisk sequence and none were truly benign, though they certainly got 
worse towards the end. For this, Becky selected the second image. In a 
single quick movement, she pulled it out and thrust it up into Noemi's 
face. Noemi staggered back - face bloodless, eyes pinpricks- and while she 
was stunned, Becky kicked the door shut with her heel, sprung forward and 
hit a quick succession of pressure points along Noemi's ribs to paralyze 
her vocal cords.

   Noemi hit the ground in a tangle of limbs. Looking up at her with terror
filled eyes, Noemi made the cutest little gurgling nose.

   "Now," said Becky as she drew the first of what would be many cards. 
"Let's talk about your new role in life."

                                    ~#~                                    

   Tony Tarantino loved his best friend, Becky Brice, in ways he couldn't 
clearly describe. He worshiped her as a near-goddess and would gladly spend
every moment he had with her. But Becky said that wasn't possible. They had
to pretend and keep their relationship secret, especially the, um, sexual 
parts. A blush ran across his cheeks.

   That was why Tony was spending Christmas morning with his family while 
Becky was with hers. Since they only lived a street apart, she would visit 
later in the day, but for now he was alone.

   His mom and dad sat together on the living room sofa, arms around each 
others shoulders, while Noemi dragged him into the room.

   "Come on," she moaned. "It's time to open presents."

   "I'm coming, I'm coming." At thirteen Tony was by no means adverse to 
opening presents but that didn't mean he enjoyed waking up with Noemi 
bouncing on his bed and poking at him to get a move on.

   Once in the room, Tony sat down on a fluffy throw rug next to the 
Christmas Tree and Noemi dropped next to him, leaning close. She let out a 
satisfied breath and a slight shiver ran through her body. She'd been doing
that for two weeks now, ever since he'd had that rather strange 
conversation with Becky.

   "Well," said Dad. "It sure looks like Santa had a busy night." And, 
indeed, the space under the tree was piled high with wrapped Christmas 
loot.

   Tony rolled his eyes at the Santa crack - he was too old to believe in 
Santa - but Noemi smiled and bounced up and down.

   "Who's first?" said Mom.

   "Me!" shouted Noemi and sprung to her feet. Within seconds she was back 
with a large but flat box in her arms. Wrapping paper flew in all 
directions and then she was holding up a sparkling crop top and skirt set, 
both pink and covered in sequins. She squealed like an overly excited pre-
teen who just got a slightly risque present.

   Next Tony took a gift (a new video game with '200% more Nazi killing 
action!'). Mom followed and Noemi somewhat sheepishly delivered an 
inexpertly wrapped package. "This is from me," she said.

   Mom carefully unwrapped the package and smiled down at the collection of
exotic soaps. "Thank you, dear," she said and kissed Noemi on the forehead.

   Dad completed the circle. "Throw me up that one, sport." Tony did so and
passed what was clearly a new fishing rod. It wasn't even fully wrapped, 
just a ribbon around the middle.

   "Happy Christmas, dear," said Mom and kissed her husband lightly on the 
lips.

   Noemi mimed being sick.

   It continued like that for a while. They took turns doling out the 
presents, some from family, others from 'Santa.' Before long they each had 
a personalized collection of Christmas loot. Noemi had a tottering pile of 
clothes, music CDs, teen lit novels and assorted other detritus. Tony had 
clothes too (though he was less thrilled about them), a number of video 
games still in their shrink wrap covers, a card with $20 from Grandma, a 
cool new watch and much else besides. What was missing was anything from 
Becky.

   As his parents chatted and Noemi preened with her new clothes, Tony 
stood and walked over to the tree. Maybe he'd missed something? At last he 
found it, hidden under a chunk of discarded wrapping. It was easy to see 
why it had gone unnoticed - being little more than a white envelope with 
none of the colorful paper wrappings and set with a fancy bows of other 
gifts. The front read, 'To Tony from Becky.' Smiling, stomach a bit twisty,
he ripped the envelope, extracted the card and flipped it open.

   'To Tony,

   'I hope you haven't forgotten the present I promised you. Tell your 
sister "Marigold," wait fifteen minutes and then go to your room.

   'I hope you enjoy.

   'Yours,
   'Santa
   'XOX'

   Tony's stomach did flip-flops and his eyes went wide. He licked his 
lips. In his pants, his cock grew hard.

   "Noemi?" he said.

   His little sister looked up, a pink crop top held against her body. 
Perhaps unconsciously, she rearranged her thin pre-teen body to have a 
coquettish tilt.

   "Marigold."

   Something strange washed over Noemi's face. She danced over to her 
parents and kissed both on the cheek. "I'm going back to sleep. I didn't 
get much last night." That said, she took her presents in her arms and 
dashed away.

   A few minutes later, Mom went to start Christmas lunch and Dad set to 
clearing up the mess.

   That left Tony alone and worried. Had the code worked? What would the 
result be? Would it really be as Becky had suggested? Just the thought had 
him flushed and he had to rearrange his pants to ease the pressure on his 
aching erection.

   He cast a glance at his new watch. Only five minutes had passed and 
there were still ten to go. How would he ever manage?

                                    ~#~                                    

   It was quite possibly the longest ten minutes in Tony's young life. Each
second passed with painful slowness. Tick, went his watch, and Tony waited 
and waited and waited and waited. Only then, finally, when he felt sure 
hours must have passed, did another second tick away.

   But even eternity has limits and was eroded away by the tick-tock of 
time. The moment the last second fell away, Tony jumped to his feet and 
dashed out the door. He didn't even take his presents with him. If Becky 
was right, the present waiting for him would put everything else to shame.

   Seconds later he wrenched open his bedroom door, leaped inside and then 
froze in place, eyes impossibly wide.

   Noemi knelt upright on his bed. She was naked. Well, not completely 
naked. A blindfold covered her eyes and a thick red ribbon ran around her 
chest, the bow perfectly set between her still-non-existent breasts. She 
panted, near hyperventilating. Her skin was flushed, glowing even, and her 
tiny baby nips made hard points under the ribbon. Her tight body quivered 
with constrained lust.

   Slowly, as if in a daze, Tony pushed his door shut and walked towards 
his baby sister. Only eleven years old, she oozed sex and submission. Her 
spine rose in a perfectly straight line from her neatly folded legs and her
little girl ass. Her arms were pulled behind her, and as Tony moved around 
her sex drenched body, he saw her wrists were trapped in the small of her 
back by a pair of fuzzy pink cuffs.

   "Like the handcuffs?" whispered Becky from an inch behind Tony's ear. He
almost jumped out of his skin. "They're my present to Becky, here. I know 
its not traditional but I gave them to her yesterday so she could prepare. 
We've grown so close over the past two weeks." Something dark swum behind 
her normally pale blue eyes. "It would be wrong not to get her something."

   "You're here!" said Tony, shooting glances from Noemi to Becky.

   "After you said the code word, the first thing Noemi did was call me. I 
want to see this. Noemi wants me here too." Becky stalked past Tony and 
slapped Noemi lightly across the face. The little girl moaned and her whole
body shook. Her small pink tongue darted out and licked her lips. "Well, 
slut, do you want me here?"

   "Yes, Mistress!" cried Noemi. Her voice was breathless. "I want you to 
see when Master takes me."

   Becky leaned forward and whispered into Noemi's ear, her hot breath an 
erotic caress. "He's watching you now. He looks ready to eat you up. And 
he's hard, so very, very hard. His cock has almost broken free from his 
pants."

   Her tongue darted out and she licked down the edge of Noemi's small ear.

   "He wants his slutty bratty baby sister. He wants her so bad. He wants 
to plunge his long hard man meat into her juicy little body. He wants to 
own her. He wants to cum so deep inside her his cum drips out for days."

   Noemi's body shook with the force of her panting breaths. She was almost
red, from tip to toe. Much more and the red ribbon still around her tits 
would disappear.

   Becky motioned for Tony to come forward and he did, still in a waking 
daze. She took his hand and placed it on Noemi's left breast. Noemi was so 
hot it almost burnt. Behind the heat, her skin was silk smooth over taught 
flesh. Tony blazed almost as bright, ears burning.

   "He's touching you," hissed Becky, harsher now, more dangerous. "That's 
his hand."

   "Please, Master," gasped Noemi. "Touch me. You can touch me anywhere you
like." She pushed her chest forward into his hand, and if not for months of
orgasm control games, Tony would have cum his pants right then. As it was, 
he clenched down on that release and looked to his toy.

   Slowly, a little scared that she would be snatched away from him even 
now, Tony let his hands roam over Noemi's body. This was his sister's body,
a pre-teen brat now rendered an erotic plaything. His fingers ran down her 
hard, gymnast's stomach and touched her shaking, quivering thighs. He went 
up, ran his finger along the curve of her neck and slotted his thumb 
between her pouting lips. She sucked on his digit, nursing even, until he 
pulled it free with a pop.

   Fingers shaking, he took hold of the ends of the ribbon and pulled. The 
bow unraveled with a rustle like wind in leaves, and the ribbon fell away. 
Noemi shivered as the air touched her nipples, and what nipples they were. 
Coral pink and so sharp they looked able to cut glass, they pulled Tony's 
eyes like loadstones. He dropped down and sucked the left nipple into his 
mouth and mashed it between his lips. Noemi gasped and moaned.

   Only when she returned, did Tony notice Becky had slipped out of the 
room. She pushed a rectangle of card back into her handbag and smiled. 
"Just a little something to make sure we're not disturbed."

   Becky joined in on Tony's right. She slipped Noemi's other nipple 
between her lips, but while Tony was willing to play nice, Becky had other 
ideas. Eyes sparking, she bared her teeth and bit down into the flesh 
surrounding the tiny coral nub.

   Noemi whimpered and whined, but while there was certainly pain in the 
noise, there was a twisted pleasure too. Her tiny slutty body shook as she 
quivered in place.

   Normally soft eyes hard, Becky pulled back and dragged the tit flesh 
with her. She held the flesh straining and extended for long seconds but 
finally opened her jaws and let Noemi's soft skin escape. Noemi gasped as 
her breast snapped back into place, the same as before save for the two 
little crescent moons of teeth marks around the nipple.

   "I added a masochistic streak," said Becky and showed her small shark 
teeth in a wicked smile. "Well, I say added, but the kernel was already 
there. That bratty personality of hers? That almost perverse delight in 
breaking the rules and getting in trouble? It wasn't much work to twist 
that to something more physical. So if you want to spice things up with a 
touch of pain, go ahead. The slut will cream herself over it."

   As if this revelation really needed a second demonstration, Becky leaned
forward and slapped Noemi hard on her ass. Noemi hissed and rocked 
backwards and forwards, the motion rubbing her needy pussy against her 
thighs. A red hand print slowly appeared on the tight flesh of her upturned
ass. Her shoulders and arms twitched but were trapped by the fuzzy pink 
handcuffs.

   "Like that, slut?" she asked.

   "Yes, Mistress!" said Noemi from between gasping breaths.

   "Does it make your kitty tingle?"

   "Yes, Mistress!"

   "Want me to do it again?"

   There was a half second pause, but finally Noemi scrunched her eyes shut
under her blindfold, made tiny fists behind her back and said, "Yes, 
Mistress..."

   Becky did as bid and laid a second blistering smack on Noemi's other 
butt cheek.

   Noemi hissed, whimpered and rocked in erotic glee.

   "There," said Becky, "now she's balanced. And she wasn't joking. Look at
this." Becky forced her hand between Noemi's pressed together thighs and 
pulled a finger through her immature sex. It came away glistening. "Slut 
juice, just as I thought. Lick." She held the finger an inch in front of 
Noemi's lips and the girl obediently leaned forward and sucked it clean.

   Sweet sweat and promised sex hung in the air. This teasing was becoming 
too much and Tony wanted more. He stooped and slipped the blindfold from 
Noemi's face. It took her a moment to focus, but when she did her eyes 
blazed with worshipful devotion.

   "Master!" she gasped and tried to lunge forward. Unfortunately, she'd 
been kneeling for a long time and her hands were still cuffed behind her 
back. The result was she toppled into him, her sex charged body painted 
against his.

   Tony caught her and helped her too her feet. Her long thin legs unfolded
until her tiny bare feet touched the carpet, and for the first time Tony 
saw her pussy. The small immature lips were puffy with arousal and her 
thighs shone with juices. Standing on her own, she thrust her flat chest 
forward and smiled nervously.

   "Watch this," said Becky. She pointed a finger at Noemi. "Tulip."

   "I'm a slutty fuckbunny!" shouted Noemi as she shuddered, a whole body 
thing that started at her knees and ended at her ears. A fresh coat of sex 
juices trickled down her thighs. Strangest of all was the color shift in 
her nipples. Their normal coral pink deepened to an almost burgundy red as 
she swooned in orgasm. When she finally stopped shaking, her knees wavered 
with near exhaustion and she took great heaving breaths.

   "Instant orgasm. There's a few of those to play with," said Becky. "Once
I figured out how, there didn't seem any point in stopping at just the 
one."

   Tony's eyes were wide with lust and desire. His cock felt almost ready 
to break off inside his pants. He shifted it about, trying to lessen the 
discomfort, and it slipped through the slit in his boxer shorts. That only 
made the tent bigger.

   "Now, slut," continued Becky, "why don't you take off Tony's pants so 
you can see your new master properly."

   Slowly, still shaking with exhaustion, Noemi dropped back to her knees 
and nuzzled Tony's crotch. With her arms locked away behind her back, it 
was her only choice. Dark eyes intense, she got her lips around the top 
button on his jeans and worried it loose. Next she took a grip on the zip-
tab with her teeth and pulled it down. Tony's pants fell to his ankles and 
his cock smacked his kid sister in the face. The man-meat lay there, 
covering her nose and resting in one eye as it dribbled clear pre-cum.

   "You know what to do, slut," said Becky, and Noemi clearly did.

   With a quick motion, she wrangled the cock and slipped it into her 
mouth. Then she started bobbing up and down on it, fucking with her mouth.

   "I had her training on a cucumber," said Becky, "so I hope she's good."

   Tony almost didn't hear and was certainly too far gone to care how his 
sister's mouth became so great. He grabbed his sister's head and yanked her
back and forth. His cock slammed in and out like a battering ram. It felt 
far too good - so hot and wet and tight. When he played sex games with his 
best friend, Becky, it was always about her pleasure and her control. This 
was his first chance ever to take what he wanted and no way was he turning 
that down.

   Becky danced around behind Noemi and took her own grip upon the girl's 
head.

   "This is called deep-throating," she said and pushed Noemi forward just 
as Tony thrust his own hips.

   Even her slave conditioning wasn't enough to stop all of Noemi's panic. 
As the man-meat drove deeper into her mouth and touched her throat, she 
kicked and struggled, but it did no good. Becky slowly but surely pushed 
her deeper onto the cock until her nose rubbed against Tony's dusting of 
pubic hair. Noemi's body twitched and jerked as she gagged. Her nose ran, 
her eyes teared-up in panic and her face turned a deep dark red, nearly the
same shade her nipples went during orgasm.

   And for Tony it felt fantastic, almost as if Noemi's throat was milking 
his cock.

   "Now, slut," said Becky as she bent low. Becky's hand came up between 
Noemi's legs and rubbed her needy little clit. Her pussy squelched it was 
so wet. "I have only one word for you: Tulip."

   Noemi screamed something incoherent (but was probably "I'm a slutty 
fuckbunny") as her body bucked wildly. Blood rushed through her sex organs 
(which right then was her whole body) and her nipples flushed to match her 
face. Every muscle twitched and clenched, and that was too much for Tony. 
As her throat tried to crush his cock, he exploded. Potent sperm shot down 
the clutching tube of her throat and deep into Noemi's eleven year old 
fuckpet belly.

   For long seconds, lightning bolt after lightning bolt hit Tony's groin 
and shot into his sister. His entire world condensed until only the raging 
pleasure in his cock existed. When he was finally done, Tony stumbled back 
and fell on his ass. This pulled his softening cock free from Noemi's 
throat, and it left her lips with a gooey slurp.

   She fell back too, gasping desperately for breath. Her chest heaved up 
and down as she slowly regained her normal color. Her pretty face was a 
mess - covered with snot, drool, cum and tears.

   "Well, slut," said Becky as she looked down at her slave, "what do you 
say?"

   Noemi couldn't answer straight away. All she could do was pant and groan
as aftershocks quivered through her tight but tiny body. Finally she 
managed to push herself up and meet Tony's gaze. Pure devotion shone in her
dark brown eyes. "Thank you, Master," she said, meaning every word. "Thank 
you for using me as you wish."

   "Do you want to fuck her?" asked Becky and Tony could only nod his head.
Noemi, for her part, groaned and rubbed her thighs together.

   "Well, you saw him, slut," said Becky. "Up and back on the bed."

   On wobbling legs that could barely support her weight, Noemi staggered 
to her feet and made it the couple of steps to the bed. She scrambled and 
wriggled into place and finally got onto her back and spread her thighs.

   "Fuck my slutty kitty, Master," she moaned, meeting Tony's eyes. "Fuck 
my slutty kitty."

   And as quick as that, Tony's cock was hard again. He threw off his 
clothes (the individual pieces ending up scattered around the room; one 
sock even hit Becky but she was enjoying herself too much to care), and 
leaped atop his Christmas present. He kissed her hard, forcing his lips 
onto hers as he tried to suck her soul out. She moaned and writhed and 
bucked under him, perfectly responsive even as he kissed so hard she surely
must bruise.

   Finally he pulled back, panting for breath. Noemi was doing the same, 
ragged breaths that shook her sweaty, fuck-flushed body.

   "Going to fuck you," he growled and grabbed her ankles in his hands. 
Putting some of his kid sister's gymnast's flexibility to good use, he took
Noemi's legs in hand and wrenched them up above her head. Noemi gave a 
startled gasp but didn't object. With his sister now bent almost in half, 
he slotted his cock into her sex channel and fucked with his hips.

   They both gasped at the pleasure and fuck was she tight!

   Her pussy crushed his cock and threatened to scrape the skin off. 
Beneath him, she moaned and groaned and made other small noises of pleasure
and pain - assuming those two sensation were even truly separate for her 
right then.

   It almost hurt to move his hips but not even pain could stop him right 
then. Tony dragged his cock out from her pussy and then slammed it back in.
Her immature hips rocked under the assault. With her legs behind her head 
and arms behind her back, all she could do was take the fucking, not that 
she seemed to mind.

   "Fuck my slutty kitty," she moaned in rote. "Fuck my slutty kitty. Fuck 
my slutty kitty. Fuck my slutty kitty."

   "She came up with that herself, you know," whispered Becky right behind 
his ear. Her hands ran down his naked torso, feeling his muscles and 
taunting his flesh with her short but sharp nails. "I set her a task and 
she went and researched it on the internet." Becky's hands came to rest on 
Tony's hips and she guided him in and out. "Who knows where she found it, 
but it makes me hot every time I hear it." She didn't have the leverage to 
really add much force but it was the spirit on the thing. Through him, she 
fucked Noemi and fuck Noemi Tony did.

   "Fuck my slutty kitty," said Noemi.

   "Fuck your slutty kitten," said Becky. "Fuck her hard."

   Tony couldn't have refused right then, even if he'd wanted too. He 
battered her tiny pre-teen body into the mattress. With each thrust he 
filled her with his out of control sex lust. With each withdraw, he dragged
every gram of pleasure he could from her mewling fuck-drunk body.

   "Master!" cried Noemi.

   She was so wet and slutty and hot, but she was so young and tight too. 
Even now it still took hard effort to force his cock into her tight 
clutching channel.

   With one final great roar, Tony slammed his hips home and erupted inside
her. Hot baby making sperm lathered her insides, and Noemi's pussy clutched
and milked him in turn. She was cumming her own brains out on her brother's
cock. Wild lust shone in her eyes as her body twitched and jerked, even 
tied in a knot as it was.

   To Tony it felt like they were connected. Each blast of cum shot energy 
directly down his spine, along his cock and into his little sister. It made
his entire body tingle - a whole body orgasm which happened again and again
and again. Not even under Becky's ministrations had he ever cum so hard.

   But finally even he couldn't cum any more. Raw red cock still twitching,
he rolled to one side. Without him to hold her in place, Noemi unfolded and
her legs returned to a normal position (that is, one not several inches 
above her ears). Becky even snaked a hand under Noemi's sweaty sex-stained 
body and undid the fuzzy handcuffs. Not that Noemi was in a state to 
notice. Tony had succeeded in fucking her into an unconscious stupor. Even 
asleep, her tight eleven year old body continue to jerk and quiver in 
orgasmic aftershock.

   For a while no one said anything. Noemi simply couldn't, it would have 
taken an earthquake to rouse Tony and Becky was willing to wait.

   Finally, though, Tony shivered and pushed himself upright. Rather than 
going to his sister, he went to his best friend and pulled her into a hug. 
"Merry Christmas, Becks," he said. "Thanks for my present."

   Becky blushed slightly at that. "You're welcome, and don't think this 
was a one time thing."

   Tony gathered the energy to give Becky a questioning look.

   "Marigold is her code word," she explained. "Say it and she'll turn into
your slut until you turn her back to normal by saying 'Hollyhocks.' The 
rest of the time she'll be your normal sister. Well, perhaps a bit nicer to
you, a bit more touchy-feely, but mostly the same. You'll need to turn her 
into slut at least once a week. She's addicted to you now, even if she 
doesn't know it, to your touch, cum and cock. Go too long without and 
she'll fall apart."

   "Any time I want?"

   Becky nodded. "For the rest of her life she's your little toy."

   On the bed Noemi regained some kind of consciousness and the first thing
she did was thrust her pre-teen hips into the air as she attacked her 
hairless slit with her fingers. Gooey sperm oozed and frothed.

   "Slutty kitty," she moaned, still mostly out of it. "Fuck my slutty 
kitty."

   "Happy Christmas." Becky stood on her toes and kissed his cheek.

   Tony couldn't think of a better gift.

   And outside the window snow fell. The words of the song drifted unsaid 
in the air.

   "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."