Story Title: Sasha Fierce: Teaching Little Sister
Celebs Involved: Beyonce Knowles, Solange Knowles
Author’s Name: Kojain
Story Codes: FF, Incest, cons, oral
Disclaimer: Just to get a better idea on this story, Beyonce Knowles said during her performances she has her alter ego Sasha Fierce take over. I’m sure alot of Beyonce fans already know this. This story is COMPLETELY fictional so all of you crazy Beyonce fans need to take a chill pill if you feel offended by this story at all. Other than that, enjoy.
Beyonce Knowles woke up alone in her king-sized bed. Jay-Z is out of town
for a couple of days to promote his new club opening in another state, so Bey has the entire house to herself. She got up to take a shower, but before she could reach the bathroom the phone rang.
“Hello, Beyonce speaking?” she answered.
“Hey Bey, it’s Solo.” Solange said.
“What’s going on?” Beyonce asked.
“Well, seeing how Shawn is out of town I figured you’d be kinda lonely. So I thought this would be the best time for us to bond again.” Solange explained.
“Awww, that’s so sweet, sure Solo, you can comeover” Bey says.
“Great! I’ll be there shortly so you can have time to clean up because I’m sure you just woke up and all.” Solange said.
“Okay! So about an hour you think?” Beyonce asked.
“Yeah. That’ll give me time to get some clothes done. See you soon.” Solange said.
“Okay. Bye.” Beyonce said, hanging up.
After Beyonce hung up with her sister, she went into the bathroom. She turned on the sink and gathered a handful of water, which she quickly splashed on her face. As the water dripped off her face, she looked at herself in the mirror. She noticed that her reflection wasn’t the same as her facial expression she currently had on now. In fact, her reflection was sporting a sexy grin.
“So our little sister wants to spend some quality time with us. How sweet.” her reflection grinned.
“Sasha, what do you want?” Beyonce asked.
“Oh come on Bey, don’t look at me like that. I want to spend time with our little sister just as much as you do.” Sasha explained.
“Stay away from her. I mean it.” Beyonce demanded.
“Stay away? You idiot! How the hell can I stay away from her if YOU’RE with her?” Sasha asked.
“Don’t insult me! I’m not going to let you harm my sister!” Beyonce yelled.
Sasha laughed, “Come on Beyonce, what makes you think I would harm Solange? I love her just as much as you do.”
“I’m serious. I want to have a good time with her! I won’t allow you to ruin that.” Beyonce said, a tear coming down her eye.
“Oh stop crying! I won’t hurt her! Geez! What a baby!” Sasha said.
“I am not! I can’t allow you to destroy my good image!” Beyonce stated.
Sasha glared at her. Suddenly a loud smack noise is heard as Beyonce’s head swings to the side in pain. She recovers and looks back in the mirror to see a red handprint on the side of her face.
“You need to know who is in charge here, it ain’t you bitch”. Sasha explained.
“I’m not going to let you hurt my sister!” Beyonce growled.
“Are you fucking stupid?! She’s OUR sister! You seem to forget that I’m a part of you. So what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours! Remember that!” Sasha yelled.
Before Beyonce could reply to her alter ego, she was gone. Only Beyonce’s horrified expression can be seen now.
Beyonce leaves the bathroom and goes back into her bedroom. She was about to get some clothes to wear for Solange’s arrival, but dreaded what Sasha might do to her. She decided she couldn’t allow her alter ego to screw things up. She walked over to the nightstand to pick up the phone, but as she reached for it, her arm froze in place. There wasn’t anything in the way from getting to the phone, but it was as if her body refused to go any further.
“No! What are you doing?” Beyonce asked.
The only thing Beyonce could hear is Sasha’s laugh within her mind. Beyonce is then pulled away from the phone and falls to the floor.
“Damn you! Stop this!” Beyonce yelled.
“Sorry. But I really want to see my little sister.” Sasha’s voice said.
“She’s MY sister! You’re just a part of me! You’re NOT me! Do you understand that?!” Beyonce said in defiance.
Sasha laughed, “You’re right Beyonce. I’m a part of you. The BEST part of you! Now get your sorry ass up!”
Suddenly, Beyonce is forced on her feet. She quickly gets her balance and looks at the clock. She knew that Solange will be there at any minute.
“Uh oh! Better hurry Bey.” Sasha’s voice said.
“Shut up.” Beyonce whispered.
Beyonce quickly searched through her clothes to see what she should wear. She settled with some black jeans and a white t-shirt. Her timing couldn’t have been any better, as she heard a knock at the door.
Beyonce rushes downstairs to answer the door. Solange beams and her big sister and gives her a hug.
“Beyonce! It’s so great to see you!” Solange said.
“You too Solo.” Beyonce said equally.
“Oh my… She’s got such a nice body.” Sasha said.
“Don’t even think about it.” Beyonce whispered.
Solange released her sister, and looked at her in confusion. “What did you just say?”
Beyonce blinked, “Oh! I said I’ve been thinking about you since you called this morning. It’ll be great to share some time together.”
Solange smiled, “It’s good to hear, but what happened to your face?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Beyonce asked.
“There’s a big red mark on your face?” Solange explained.
“Go ahead Beyonce.” Sasha’s voice said. “Tell her that your greater half bitchslapped you.”
Ignoring her alter ego, Beyonce said, “Oh! I was reading last night and I feel asleep on my hand.”
“Oh! You have to show me your bedroom. I have to see if it’s as good as mine!” Solange said.
“Umm… Go ahead. It’s the first door to your right. I’ll be up in a moment. Going to see what I can fix us up in the kitchen.” Beyonce said.
“Okay. I’ll try not to get too jealous.” Solange giggled.
Beyonce goes into the kitchen opens her refrigerator to search for some beverages. She sighs as she realizes that she’s out of soda. She closes the refrigerator to to search elsewhere in the kitchen, when she suddenly froze.
“Sasha! Please! Not now!” Beyonce whispered.
“Oh come on! You’re down here wasting time while she’s snooping around your room!” Sasha’s voice said.
“I told you I don’t want you anywhere near her! You understand me!” Beyonce growled.
“I won’t harm her. Honest. I just want to take over so I can spend some time with her.” Sasha’s voice assured.
“No! Leave her alone!” Beyonce growled.
“Chill the fuck out. I got this.” Sasha’s voice said, as an image of her grinning appeared in Beyonce’s mind.
Beyonce’s eyes closed tightly for about 5 seconds. When she opened them, she made a wicked grin. She went upstairs to check on Solange. Apparently her little sister must have gotten a bit too comfortable, as she was snoozing quietly on Beyonce’s bed.
“Oh my…” Sasha grinned. “Looks like I won’t have to do much work after all.”
Acting quickly and quietly, Sasha looks in Beyonce’s clothing drawer, and finally finds some nylon stockings and takes them out. She then moves over to Solange’s sleeping form and gently takes her left arm and ties it to the bedpost using one of the nylon stockings. Making sure it’s tight, she then moves to her right arm and does the same.
“What… Why are you tying my sister to the bed?!” Beyonce’s voice asked.
“Shhh… I told you I wasn’t going to hurt her. I’m just going to have some fun.” Sasha whispered.
“No! Solange! Wake up! Please wake up!” Beyonce’s voice screamed.
“It’s useless. She can’t hear you. So just be quiet and let me have some fun.” Sasha quietly said, grinning.
Cutting of Beyonce’s whining, Sasha continues to spread Solange’s legs and tie them up. With a grin from ear to ear she crawls on the bed and looks down at her now helpless, sleeping little sister.
Sasha slowly unbuttons Solange’s blouse. To her surprise, her sister isn’t wearing a bra. She moves her head down and sucks on her left nipple, causing Solange to moan slightly move in her confined position. Sasha’s hand slowly reached down into Solange’s panties and inserted her finger into her cunt. Solange started to writhe on the bed as she was having a wet dream, Sasha finger fucking her while she licked and sucked her nipple.
She pulled her finger out and bought it to her mouth and licked it. Sasha decided it was time for the main course. She moved down and slowly pulled her sister’s panties down to where they couldn’t go do any further. Sasha probed Solange’s lovenest with her finger for a moment, then with a wicked grin she bought her face to her sister’s pussy and inserted her tongue into her hole and began to devour.
The noises Solange was making started to fill the room, which made Sasha eat her out even more. Still her little sister was unaware of what Sasha was doing to her, yet she continued to gently moan as she was licked and fingered by her older sister. Her breathes started to get heavier, almost as if she was about to wake up any moment. Sasha kept on with her licking, aroused by the smell of her sister’s pussy.
Sasha’s frenized eating wakes Solange up from her nap. She is startled not only the fact that her big sister is between her legs, but that her arms and legs and completely tied to the bed with her blouse completely opened.
“What the fuck…? Beyonce?!” Solange yelled, looking down at her sister.
“Good morning!” Sasha said, then quickly returned to licking her pussy.
“Ooooh… Bey… What teh hell… are you doing?” Solange moaned.
Sasha stopped licking for a moment to make a correction to her sister, “I’m not your wimpy sister Solange, my name is Sasha.”
“Stop playing Beyonce. Let me go!” Solange demanded.
Sasha slapped her sister across the face. “What is my name?” she asked, glaring down at her.
“Bey… I mean, Sasha.” Solange said.
Sasha smiled, “Good girl. Now where was I? Oh yeah!” She then put her face back into Solange’s wet pussy and resumed to lick and suck. Solange’s moans of arousal renew as she tried to fight her sister off, but her bonds would not allow her to move.
“Ooooh… Sasha… Noooo!” Solange moaned.
Solange’s toes curled and her hands became fists as she tried to fight off the orgasm that Sasha was about to give her. But evenutally her body gave up and submitted to the pleasures of her big sister.
“Oh, Oh, Oh… Sasha! Ooooooh!” Solange screamed, as she came on her sister’s face, which is licked up as it drippled out of her pussy.
Sasha wipes her mouth off and looks down at Solange, who is still recovering from her orgasm. She was just about to say something when suddenly her eyes closed tightly.
“Shit!” Sasha grunted.
“Sasha, can you untie me now?” Solange asked.
Her older sister opened her eyes and looked down at her sister. “Wha… Who did you call me?”
“Sasha. That’s what you wanted me to call you, remember?” Solange explained.
“Solange. I’m Beyonce, what happened? Why are you tied up?” she asked.
“I don’t fucking know! I woke up like this with you between my legs. Then you slap me for calling you Beyonce!” Solange yelled.
Beyonce gasped, how could she allow Sasha to do such a thing to her sister. She even said she wasn’t going to harm her. Beyonce decided to deal with that another time.
“I don’t know what happened Solange. I really can’t explain it to you. Just know that it’s your sister Beyonce talking and I’m going to untie you.” she said.
Beyonce quickly released Solange from her bonds, who then got up and put her clothes back on the way they were. She quickly got up and back away from Beyonce slightly, looking at her in fright.
“Solange. Don’t look at me like that. I’m really sorry for what happened. Please believe me.” Beyonce plead with her sister.
Solange looked at her sister, not sure what to believe. “Honestly Beyonce, I did kinda like it. I was always curious, I just didn’t except it to be with you.”
Beyonce sighed, “Solange, I…”. Before she should finish speaking, Beyonce suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around Solange and gave her a long french kiss. Solange struggled, but couldn’t escape from her sister’s tight hug. Beyonce’s tongue explored Solange’s mouth as she held on to her, Solange could vaguely taste her own pussy juices as this happened.
Beyonce finally regained control and pulled herself off of Solange, who was now looking at Beyonce with even more confusion.
“Now THAT’S what I call ‘kissing and making up.'” Sasha’s voice laughed.
“Geez… That came out of nowhere.” Solange said.
Beyonce shrugged, not waiting to tell her sister that her other half forced her to do that.
“Well, it’s be real Bey. But I’m going to get going now.” Solange said.
“Okay Solo, but please don’t tell mom and dad. God forbid what they will think.” Beyonce telling her sister.
Solange smiled, “Don’t worry. I pretty much enjoyed. I just didn’t like how you slapped me. That hurt.”
Beyonce apologized for that as they walked to the front door. Before Solange left, she hugged her big sister. Beyonce’s hand suddenly reached down and groped Solange’s ass, causing her to gasp loudly.
“Oooh… She’s got a nice booty!” Sasha’s voice giggled.
“Okay… I don’t want you jumping on me again.” Solange giggled.
“Ummm… Sorry.” Beyonce said.
“Well… See you later.” Solange waved, as she walked to her car.
Beyonce closed the door and locked it. She went into her bedroom and sat in front of her makeup desk. She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn’t believe Sasha would do such a thing, to her own sister. Beyonce didn’t even want to know what she did, but she could still taste some of Solange’s pussy within her mouth.
Beyonce got up and went into the bathroom. She grabbed some mouthwash to rinse the taste of pussy out of her mouth. Spitting it out, she removes her clothing and turns on the shower. After getting the water to the right temperature, she steps in and begins to wash in hopes to remove whatever filth Sasha placed on her.
After 5 minutes, Beyonce turns off the shower and steps out. She grabs a towel and dries herself off a bit before wrapping it around her body. She was just about to leave when she had the urge to look into the mirror. Her reflection was sporting that same grin it was earlier in the day.
“Now didn’t we have a good time with our sister today?” her reflection grinned.
“You! How could you?!” Beyonce yelled at her reflection.
“Oh don’t give me that! You heard what she said. She enjoyed it.” Sasha smiled.
“I told you not to hurt her. Yet you slapped her anyway!” Beyonce yelled.
“Oh yeah, little sister loves being slapped around.” Sasha smirked.
“I’ll never forgive you for that! Never!” Beyonce yelled.
“I only slapped her once, alright! I had to make sure she knew who was in charge at the time. Other than that, she enjoyed herself.” Sasha explained.
“What did you do to her?” Beyonce asked.
“I just sample little sister’s pussy. Can’t you tell? You still had some of it in your mouth before you rinsed it out with mouthwash. It smelt and tasted pretty damn good too. And I would do it again.” Sasha giggled.
“No you won’t! You better not touch her anymore!” Beyonce growled.
“Okay. Fine. There’s always Kelly or Michelle. So I’m not worried. After all, you’ll have to reunite with them sometime.” Sasha grinned.
“No! You’re not going to touch any of my friends or family! You understand me!” Beyonce yelled.
“I know you’re not getting loud with me. You better watch your tone.” Sasha said.
“I’ll tell everyone about you! Don’t think I’ll do it?” Beyonce threatened.
Sasha laughed that could have been heard throughout the entire house, if no one but Beyonce were able to hear her. “Please! Is that all you have? Do you know how crazy people will think you are? Remember, according to your loyal fans, I’m the sexy side of you who dances and sings on stage.”
“That’s right! You’re just a part of me! Someone I created!” Beyonce yelled.
Pain erupts on Beyonce’s left cheek as she swings her head back from an unseen blow. She looked back at Sasha in the mirror, who was glaring at her as she held her cheek.
“You’re right Beyonce. I am your creation. A creation that helped you during most of your career.” Sasha said. “Or should I say, your solo career.”
“What…? How dare you?” Beyonce glared at her alter ego in the mirror.
“Admit it Beyonce. If it wasn’t for you starting with Kelly and Michelle, you wouldn’t have these fans. You wouldn’t have a career. You wouldn’t have that millioniare rapper husband. And you wouldn’t have me!” Sasha explained.
“You’re right. I wouldn’t have you. And I probably would have be much better off!” Beyonce yelled.
Beyonce is completely caught off guard as she’s struck in the face by an invisible force, hard enough to knock her down to the bathroom floor.
“You damn ingrate! Get up!” Sasha yelled.
“I won’t let you bully me like this!” Beyonce muttered, still on the tile floor.
“Didn’t you hear me?! I said get up!” Sasha yelled again.
Suddenly, Beyonce feels something grab her by her hair and drag her to her feet and facing the mirror to see her alter ego, looking at her with noncontent.
“You can slap me around as much as you want. I won’t give in to you.” Beyonce said in defiance.
“You are a stubborn one. But if that’s the way it’s going to be, fine. Slapping you around won’t get me anywhere.” Sasha sighed.
“Finally, I’m glad you realized that.” Beyonce answered.
“So instead, I’m going to give you the same pleasure I gave your sister. Then maybe you’ll see.” Sasha grinned.
“I don’t think so. I’m done with you. Good bye.” Beyonce said, as she walked out of the bathroom and shut off the light.
Beyonce, still in her towel, enters the bedroom. For some reason, she feels hot and bothered from within. Her towel slowly falls to the ground and her nude body and revealed. She then feels her nipples get hard and she starts to rub them. She doesn’t understand what’s going on, until she feels her pussy starting to get wet.
“Sasha… Don’t…” Beyonce muttered.
“That’s what your sister said.” Sasha’s voice giggled.
The arousal is starting to become too much for Beyonce to stand on her feet, she falls over on the bed. Shortly afterwards, her legs are forced eagle spread. She looked down and saw her pussy moving on it’s own and feel of what seems to be a tongue.
“Mmmm… Your pussy tastes as good as your sisters’.” Sasha’s voice said.
Beyonce didn’t respond. She just tossed and turned in her place as her alter ego continued to cause her to moan in estacy. She knows she won’t last much longer, but she kept on fighting it as much as she could.
“Don’t fight me now Beyonce. Cum for me baby.” Sasha’s voice said.
“Ooooh… Oooohh…” Beyonce moaned as she reached down and tried to cover her hole, but it seemed to have no effect.
“That’s it. Almost there.” Sasha’s voice giggled.
Beyonce knew she was right, her toes curled up as she got ready for her initial release.
“Oh my god!!” Beyonce screamed, as she felt her pleasure flood out of her lovenest. She finally finished cumming and stood up to recover from her orgasm.
“Now… How did that feel?” Sasha’s voice asked.
Beyonce just sat on the bed and moaned as she rubbed herself, not answering Sasha’s question.
“I know you enjoyed that. Just remember that I am your sexual side and as long as you don’t try to repress me then I’ll be your best friend, understand?” Sasha’s voice asked.
Beyonce didn’t reply. She walked over to her makeup desk and looked at herself in the mirror, still recovering from her orgasm.
“I can’t believe you did that to me.” Beyonce whispered.
“Can you believe this?” Sasha’s voice asked. Suddenly Beyonce’s reflection reached out of the mirror and wrapped her arms around Beyonce. Then gave her a long french kiss. Beyonce jerked back once her alter ego let go and looked back in the mirror.
Beyonce looked at herself in the mirror in shock. Unsure of what just happened. She heard laughter within her mind, knowing that it’s going to take some getting used to.