Bab 2964: OUR HOUSE, OUR RULES: A NEW NORMAL
In just a few short months, my life went from being an absurd sexual nightmare to an absurd sexual paradise. This house was, and is, the locus for both.
It was our parents' house. After Dad died, it became just Mom's house. Even after Mom met her new 'special friend' Kara, I suppose it was still just hers -- her house, her rules.
If you haven't read about those strange days, allow me to sum them up: Insane. Femdom. Kink. Prison.
I saved a lot of money by living in that prison; I was broke, and wanted to graduate ASAP. The real reason, though, was that I just couldn't leave my sister. She'd taken the same deal as me. We suffered separately, and unequally, but as compatriots nonetheless. Secretly, in the dead of night, we joined together in the ultimate act of sexual rebellion. I was supposed to be milked nearly to death every day -- Rose, fucked to the same threshold. I always had more cum for her. She always had more orgasms for us both. We kept each other strong. We helped each other push through.
It's August, now; I graduated from university in May. Once I did, my inheritance from Dad was officially mine, free and clear. I left Mom's sexual circus and took Rose with me. We spent a week making a tiny paradise of our own, living in a halfway-decent motel room and fucking each other like crazy. Free from Mom and Kara's reign of terror, I gave Rose all of my cum, and helped her with every one of her orgasms. We belonged to each other completely. We were all set to move into our condo and live happily, hornily, and orgasmically ever after.
It just so happened that one week later, when we came back to this very house to collect our stuff, Kara sat us down and told us to make an offer -- several, in fact.
We made them. Mom accepted two, and Kara accepted one. I'll admit I was surprised. I guess Mom loved us more than I thought; the threat of losing us forever was enough for her to surrender control to us -- to give up being dominant over anyone. The fact that Dad had left us most of the money had surely helped. Once Mom was on board, Kara happily tagged along.
We own the house. We own our mother. Kara works for us, just like she used to work for Mom.
Welcome to the new normal, as absurd as it may seem. I'm really happy. Rose is too. We're two halves of a whole. I never worry that Rose is getting bored. She never has to worry about me getting bored, either. When one of us has a new kinky idea, it's just a bonus. It's like getting flowers from your spouse on a random day in March 'just because:' it helps, but the love is always there. It turns out that Rose and I aren't adventure or novelty junkies. We're just sex junkies. We're comfortable, homebody perverts.
It's Wednesday, roundabouts six o'clock. I'm about to walk in the door to our house -- mine and Rose's -- for another wonderful evening with my true love. I'll also get a chance to check in with our slave and our employee. Today's just a regular day, as these things go. It's not Kara's day to be Rose's girlfriend, or to be my second one. She already gave us both our weekly strap-on fuckings. She'll almost certainly wait until Friday or Saturday for her weekly double-oral-worship session.
She's an employee, and employees get perks.
As soon as I walk in the front door, Rose is bounding through the expansive first floor to greet me. I drop some of my stuff and brace for impact. She's Hobbes to my Calvin. Thankfully, I'm a lot taller and sturdier. She's slim and sexy. I love it when she pounces on me.
She's wearing nothing but tiny socks and panties, and she actually slides a bit where there's no rug or carpeting on the hardwood. Her perky tits bounce happily as she runs. When she gets close enough, she takes a flying leap into my arms, wraps herself around my torso, and gives me a monster hug. I shower her neck with kisses. She rubs my back and lightly scratches it.
"Rosencrantz," I say.
"Guildenstern," she says back.
It's stupid, and we love it. It was a dubious gift from both Mom and Dad. We cherish anything that remains of him.
"I missed you so much, baby," I tell her.
"You missed me?" she asks skeptically.
"I did!" I answer.
"Even though it's only been, like, nine hours?" she presses.
"Uh-huh," I affirm.
"And even though you literally butt fucked the piss out of me like half an hour before you left the house?" she asks.
My cock strains in my pants, and I make sure she feels at least the tip on her thigh.
"'Even though?'" I repeat incredulously. "Especially because!"
She drops the act and nuzzles me. I can feel her grinning like an idiot. I am too.
"Yeah I missed you too, big brother," she says. "I've been masturbating all day with your cum in my plugged ass."
"Only masturbating?" I ask.
"Well," she says, "maybe Dee-Dee helped me out a little."
I give her one more big kiss on the neck.
"Good," I say. "I'm glad to hear it."
"I wish it was you instead, Gil," she pouts. She's joking -- well, mostly.
"Baby, I'd butt fuck you ten times a day if I could," I answer, "but we both want to be real lawyers someday. Gotta work the system."
"Ten times a day, huh?" she echoes coyly. "Well, I'd have no objections, but I'm just not sure you could sustain it."
"Nerd," I tease, drawing out the single word.
"Dork," she teases right back. It works better as a staccato.
I love her so much.
I carry Rose into the kitchen, giving her even more neck-kisses, and trying to reach her earlobe too. For her part, she tries her best to find my neck, but mostly has to settle for my shoulder and clavicle. She playfully bites at them, adding some goofy 'nom nom nom' noises that never get old. She's my little tiger, after all.
"That's going to be me on your perky tits later, baby," I whisper to her.
She squirms in my arms and grips me tighter. I feel her heat up.
We get to the kitchen, and see our slave and her overseer in one of their usual positions. Mom's washing dishes. She's mostly naked; she's wearing her collar, some wrist and ankle cuffs, and an anal plug. We generally don't keep her mouth gagged with serious bondage equipment for long stretches during the day, but she's usually chewing on a pair of used panties -- either Rose's or mine. Today's no exception. Indeed, she's just about due for a swap.
Kara's behind her, casually fucking her pussy with an extra-long strap-on; it solves the logistical problems involved in fucking a slave who's doing actual work. Kara's also holding the leash attached to Mom's thick, black collar. The wrist and ankle cuffs aren't linked to anything at the moment; we want all those chores done effectively and efficiently. Kara knows to keep the slave train moving.
I set Rose down and embrace her fully. We kiss slowly and passionately. We gaze into each other's eyes, and caress each other's faces. We get drunk on each other's love and affection. We also grope each other's asses. It's nearly impossible for me to resist hers, and vice-versa.
I already feel the stress of the day melting away. Being an intern at a law firm is easier than actual law school, but it's still a job. For now, Rose is the more-involved slave owner during the day. Thanks to my inheritance and our new normal, she can take it easy this summer.
She can also take it every other way, from me, whenever I'm home. She does, and she loves it. We both do.
"Let me say hi real quick, baby," I whisper to my beautiful little sister.
She smiles again and nods. I turn towards Mom and Kara.
"Hey there, Kara," I say. I give her a quick peck on the cheek, and gently stroke her thrusting, flexing ass. "Looking great as always, and top fucking form."
Kara smiles. It's friendly, but she still pretends she's not attracted to me. Our agreements include a baseline of casual contact regardless. It makes for a relaxed, happy home.
"Thanks, champ," she says. "How was work?"
"Ah, same old, same old," I answer. "Just gotta build up that resume, make connections, trick people into thinking I'm respectable."
She chuckles. "Yeah, those lawyers, they gotta keep up appearances," she says. "Smart move making Dee-Dee swap me in for all your antics on her slave blog."
"I don't think they call them 'blogs' anymore, Kara," Rose chimes in.
Kara shrugs. She's profoundly unconcerned with staying 'hip.' She's comfortable in her niches: yoga master, fitness trainer, and hardcore BDSM scene member. If she finds a college kid she wants to impress, she'll do it with her strap-on, and that's only if they're not instantly seduced by her body. I doubt she'd have the time, though. She spends all of her free time here. She really does seem to like Mom. She also has one particular college kid she already wants to impress.
Case in point, her next words:
"Don't I get a hello kiss from you too, boss?"
Rose puts her hands on her hips. "I seem to recall giving you a pretty awesome one when you first walked in, warden," she counters.
Kara smiles. "Yeah, okay, you did," she admits, "and it was pretty great."
Rose huffs and rolls her eyes. I step back and let her move in close to Mom and Kara. She and Kara share a look and a few nods. Kara knows it's a two-way street. Rose slides one hand into her black boyshorts, seeking out Kara's rear hole. She also lifts the black sports bra and starts fondling a perfectly-shaped B-cup tit.
She gives Kara a deep, passionate tongue kiss. Kara never stops fucking Mom, but she submits to Rose's dual massages. I stand back and watch the show. It's hot as hell. Rose is exactly my type, but Kara's no slouch, either. She's ten years older than me, but she has a body that almost anybody would kill for. You'd have to hate muscle tone, be obsessed with plumpness, or have an extreme body hair fetish to ever say an unkind word about it. She's even got a pretty face -- deliciously feminine, despite all of her attempts to butch up.
Kara's still on the lesbian kick, even after two-plus months of working for us. She still takes every opportunity to emphasize that Rose truly does it for her, and I don't. It used to irk me terribly, especially when her strap-on was buried in my ass. Now it's just fun. If she wants to suffer through her second-girlfriend day with me instead of fully enjoying it, that's her prerogative. I enjoy every single suck and fuck regardless. I can cum when she pegs me without having to worry about Mom feminizing me. I also enjoy watching Kara and Rose have fun with each other.
Eventually, I start to loosen my tie. Rose notices, and quickly pulls herself away from Kara.
"No," she says, "let me."
I stop, of course. I also raise an eyebrow. "Should we make Dee-Dee do it?" I ask.
Rose grins. "That's very tempting, too, big brother," she says, "but I don't know if it counts as a chore, exactly. And Mom sure is hanging on to her warden's belt loop like a scared little bitch."
We have rules. We have agreements. We take them seriously. From the corner of my eye, I see Kara nodding along respectfully to Rose's expert contractual analysis.
I nod too. Rose takes over. Getting undressed by a lover is a great experience. It's very intimate; it's arousing and relaxing all at once. Getting the tie off and the shirt collar unbuttoned would be orgasmic regardless. I think it's the closest guys come to understanding how good it feels to yank off a bra at the end of the day. Rose doesn't even wear those anymore. I'm definitely a fan of that new normal.
Today, there's an added bonus for my kinky little sister, waiting for her underneath my pants. Rose gasps when she gets there.
"You wore them to work, Gil?" she asks. She tenderly strokes my throbbing cock through my panties.
"Slipped them on in a stall after my lunch workout," I answer. "So, half a day."
Kara whistles. Rose bites her lip. She stares at the lacy purple bikinis for a few more moments.
"That's so hot, big brother," she says. "I'm getting a little wet just thinking about that."
"I'm getting hard just from thinking about that," I reply. "But to the question: Dee-Dee needs a new pair in her mouth. Yours, or mine?"
Rose takes off my shoes and socks, and then helps me step out of the pants. She looks up at me. She slides the panties halfway down, and giggles when my cock springs out of them. She smiles, and gives it a quick, teasing kiss right on the tip.
"She's been sucking on mine for awhile," she says, "and she did get a few tastes of the source today too. I think yours. Post-workout musk, plus four hours of office work. That's a good combo."
I smile back and nod my agreement. Rose slides the panties all the way down, and again helps me step out. She stands up and hands me Mom's fresh gag.
I turn back to her and Kara. I move in and hold out my free hand under Mom's mouth.
"Dee-Dee, spit," I command.
Mom dutifully spits the used panties out of her mouth. I flick them a few times, then toss them aside. Rose is beside me with a bottle of sports drink. I present it to our slave.
"Dee-Dee, you can drink, if you want," I say.
Our slave nods quickly, so I press the bottle into her mouth. She, Kara and I coordinate our movements, letting Mom gulp down a bunch of electrolytes. I let her take as much as she wants.
"What do we say, Dee-Dee?" Kara demands firmly.
Mom looks to me. I nod, giving her permission to actually speak.
"Thank you, master," she says. "Thank you, mistress."
"You're welcome, Dee-Dee," I reply. "Open."
She dutifully opens her mouth. I ball up my used panties and stuff them inside.
"Okay, back to it," I tell her.
She does her best to say, "Thank you, master," again through the panties. I appreciate the effort. She starts chewing and returns to her work.
"So, how's the little piglet today?" I ask.
Mom fucks up, and looks at me again. Kara gives her ass a warning swat.
"He was clearly talking to me, bitch," Kara says. "He told you to focus on those dishes."
Properly chastised, Mom looks away and moves a clean dish to the drying rack. I give Kara a nod of respect. She's always at the top of her game.
Mom's still looking a little rough these days, but that's mostly because of the hair. We had it completely removed from her head in order to mark her with a full-sized QR code tattoo, plus bold text around it: "Rose and Gil's hamlet." Yeah, I know, 'hamlet' isn't used like that, but come on: pig? Ham? Piglet? Shakespeare? It's clever. Shut up.
Anyway, her dark hair hasn't quite grown back to anything explicitly feminine, but it's also past the buzzed look. It's tragic. It'll be fine eventually. It's humiliating for her now. That's a win-win.
In addition to the big tattoo on her scalp, she's also got Rose's tattoo on one wrist, mine on the other, and then a larger combination of the two in the upper-central portion of her back. Rose's is what you'd expect, except the petals are green and the stem is red. That stem wends its way artistically through a green 'R.' My tattoo, on the right wrist, is a cross that's explicitly plant-like; its 'wood' is green, but it's wrapped in red moss, vines, and thorns. It's set diagonally and has crucifix proportions. Its longest section cuts through a red 'G.' My full first name is Gilchrist - Christ, cross, crucifix.
We grew up as nerdy kids to nerdy parents; they both have -- well, had, in Dad's case -- master's degrees. Shakespeare references, Stroop Effect, terrible wordplay: it's just who we are. I think Mom appreciates it. It always gets at least a chuckle from Kara when we explain the next nerdy idea or reference. She's cool like that. She's a great employee.
"Exercise time went well," Kara says. "Chores are getting done, by and by. Dinner's in the oven. You'll have to ask Rose how she performed for her before I got here. Daily weigh-in was good. I think she's on pace to lose another pound or two this week."
I nod, satisfied. I turn to Rose expectantly.
"Mom did well worshiping my pussy," she says. "I would've had her lick my ass, too, but I wanted to keep your cum inside me longer."
I smile at that. "And she got her hot piss enema?" I ask.
Rose raises her eyebrows and points to Kara.
I turn again. Kara catches my gaze, and grins. It's a strange combination of wolfish and sheepish.
"Yeah, you guys kinda won me over on that," she says. "Turns out there's a pretty big difference between getting peed on and administering piss. I feel like it falls within the scope, you know? Discipline, maintenance."
"That's really great, Kara," I tell her. "That's going to be a tremendous help to us when Rose starts up classes again next month. I'm glad you changed your mind."
She shakes her head and chuckles.
"Hell of a thing," she says. "Funneling yours and Rose's microwaved piss into Dee-Dee's ass feels normal, but us being all cordial still doesn't."
I shrug. "Amazing what a few real orgasms between adults can do," I say.
"True," she agrees.
I step towards Mom again. She's still washing dishes, and still getting languidly fucked. I rub her back.
"How's that piss feel inside of you, Dee-Dee?" I ask. "Is it keeping you calm? Submissive? Is it reminding you who's in charge, and who owns you?"
Mom's face flushes. She nods, and moans, "Yes, master," into my wadded-up panties.
I lower my hand to her ass and give it a squeeze. I can already tell it's not as fat and saggy as it was a few months ago. Kara really knows her business.
"If you keep this up, I might even have to come up with a new nickname for you, piglet," I say. "I don't think we'll change the tattoo, but still..."
I slide my hand up to her sagging tits, which are swaying from both the washing and the fucking. I massage one of her long nipples, treating it like a teat on a cow's udder.
"Maybe droopsie-baby," I muse. "Miss Moo? Moo-Moo? You're never going to be slim and sexy like Rose, but I guess we'll see how well you do for Kara. We'll keep workshopping it."
I feel Rose come up behind me. She strokes my ass and my cock. She's getting impatient. I don't blame her.
"Still have to think about the next tattoos, too," I continue, removing my hand. "Ankles next. Less time and money if we're not happy with the first attempts. The tramp stamp and the one right above your pussy are the big ones. I want those to be inspired."
"Shouldn't they be ours?" Rose whispers. "We own her. We own her mouth, pussy, and ass most of all."
I turn and embrace my baby sister. I kiss her gently on her lips and fondle her incredible body.
"Baby," I say, "Dee-Dee's mouth, tits, pussy and ass are in last place in this house. Kara uses them way more than we do. I don't think she deserves those marks near them."
Behind me, Mom whimpers -- the tortured whine of a slave who knows she's not good enough. Kara swats her.
Rose's eyes flash wickedly. Mom did more than enough to earn her low place in the new regime. She deserves to be reminded that she's a sad, saggy old bitch.
"Whose are in first place, big brother?" Rose asks coyly.
"Yours, baby," I answer immediately. "You've got the sexiest little body in the whole wide world. Your tits make my mouth water. Your holes make me cum buckets."
Rose slides one of her hands down to her pelvis, right above her clit, and rubs it.
"Can't really disagree with that, big brother," she says with a smile. "You fill up me so good, even after your cock's gone."
"Hey, uh," Kara interrupts, "as much as I'd like to tell you guys to get a room before I get diabetes, I actually had a thought."
I let Rose find her gaze. I keep fondling my baby sister. Kara sees that she's got our attention, more or less, and continues.What about, like, those drama masks?" she suggests. "That seems like something you guys would like. But, like, instead of the regular faces, you could do sex faces. One's fucking or getting fucked; one's cumming. Or maybe one is, like, desperate to fuck and cum, and the other one is cumming."
Both of us perk up. I can sense Rose's interest, and she can sense mine.
"That's a really good idea, Kara," Rose says. "Gil and I will definitely workshop that. Thank you!"
"Sure thing, boss," Kara says. "So, you guys gonna wait a bit and have dinner first, or....?"
"Or," we both say together.
With that, we're off to the shower in the master bath.
Showering is foreplay. We strike a balance between having fun, getting clean, and getting to the main event. Rose retrieves a fresh container for my piss and I give her a full afternoon's worth. She adds whatever she's got, though she probably drained herself throughout the day. Meanwhile, Mom knows to fetch my canister from my lunch bag at the door. It's kind of a bummer that Rose and I can't pee on each other much anymore, but it's worth it to live out our perverted, dominant fantasy.
I ease the anal plug out of my baby sister, and give her a quick internal rinse with the shower's dedicated nozzle. She does the same for me; we each step out briefly to empty. Even before Rose and I took control of the master bed and bath, Mom had made plenty of modifications. Kara knows people in the scene. She hooked us up with the best tattoo artist for Mom's work, and it was one of her guys -- a girl, actually -- who handled the remodel of this very room, years ago.
As we finish up, I ask Rose what's on the menu. We just got clean, but we're ready to get dirty all over again.
"Cum for me, pussy for you," she says definitively.
"You won't spoil your dinner?" I tease.
She shakes her head. "I'm really hungry, Gil," she says. "I need my cum. That way I won't pig out on casserole and get all fat and saggy like Mom."
"Mmm, well, I guess I'm lucky to be a pussy eater," I say. "I can eat it and eat it and eat it and never get fat!"
"Promises, promises," Rose teases. "You're too busy sucking corporate cock."
"Only figuratively baby, I swear," I reply. "Your strap-on's the only cock I'll suck for real."
Rose pulls my hand towards her pussy. It's hot and wet. "Jesus Christ, Gil," she says.
"Don't you mean 'Jesus, Gilchrist?'" I ask.
She rolls her eyes and pokes my freshly-cleaned anus with her finger. "I was going to ask how I got so lucky," she says, "but then I remembered I have to pay for it with endless groans."
"You love it," I say.
She drops the act again. "I do," she agrees. "I just have to get better at it myself."
"Or worse, I suppose," I suggest.
"Or worse," she agrees again. "Now let's get on Mom's old bed and be bad."
"Dessert before dinner," I happily add.
We're barely even dry -- and parts of her are anything but - but she's pulling me into the bedroom anyway. Her panties and plug, plus the washcloths and towels, are strewn about the place; the container of our piss is still on the vanity.
"Dee-Dee!" I shout. "Bathroom cleanup duty, then get your medicine from my lunchbox!"
I hear a loud, muffled grunt from the kitchen.
"On it, boss!" Kara yells.
"Man, the 'slave' part of 'sex slave' is just so convenient," I say to no one in particular.
"Oh yeah," Rose agrees, but she's quick to refocus me. "Who's where?"
"Fingers?" I ask. She knows exactly what I mean.
"Your tongue's all it's gonna take, baby," she says. "I'm beyond fucking ready."
"Sit on my face?" I offer.
She quickly, wordlessly accepts. I savor the sight of my sister's beautiful, smooth, pink pussy descending upon me, to say nothing of her perky ass and perpetually-relaxed anus. She says that ever since we became official, the only tension she feels back there is sexual. She says that her life is so wonderful that she feels ready for sex, and ready to orgasm, all the time, from either hole. It's enough to bring a tear to my eye. Lucky as I am, it's also enough to bring her mouth to my cock.
Sixty-nining is a spiritual experience for us. It's an expression of complete equality. Even though our bits aren't exactly alike, we're giving each other the same service. To that end, I tease her anus with my finger, hoping she does the same. She does. I groan out, and invite her to do even more. She has the lube ready.
In the meantime, I feast with abandon. I lap at her pussy like a hungry dog, avoiding her clit so that I don't overload her right away. I give it sloppy, full-mouth kisses, engulfing it and then letting my lips slowly slide off of hers. I massage and spread one of her ass cheeks all the while. Eventually, I begin teasing her engorged button with my tongue. She yelps happily around my cock, then penetrates my ass with her longest finger. I groan into her pussy.
From then on, our higher minds shut down. We give and receive pleasure like a single, well-oiled machine. Our hips gyrate and thrust, and we instinctively trust our partner to strike a balance between giving pleasure, receiving pleasure, and not suffocating. This is how we want to die -- just not any time soon.
I hear and feel the lube roll towards my head. Rose lifts her mouth off my cock just long enough to say one word: "Ass."
There's just something about us doing exactly the same thing to each other. It's practically a kink. It's certainly our most wholesome one.
I lube up my middle finger, tease her hole, and then give her exactly what she wants. At the very same moment, she pushes into me as far as she can, straining and twisting to brush against my prostate.
It's difficult, but she manages. That sets me off, and my impending orgasm triggers hers. We cum together. Rose slides my cock in and out of her mouth so that she gets at least a taste, even though all of my seed is going into her tummy very soon. I've been awash in her delicious juices for a few minutes already, so I just keep licking and swallowing.
We both know exactly when to ease up, and which spots are the best for post-orgasm attention. The discovery period is long since over. We know each other fully now. It's another part of that new normal, and I love it.
We clean each other off with our tongues, then uncouple and reposition. We cuddle together on the bed and kiss each other. Our tastes and smells mix together. We enjoy being cum-drunk for a few minutes before dinner.
At some point, Dee-Dee comes in a fixes up the bathroom. She spares a quick glance at the happy couple that owns her. She can't really smile with my panties in her mouth, but I can see a glimmer of genuine happiness in her eyes.
"I love you so much, baby," I whisper to Rose.
"I love you too, big brother," she says. "I can't wait for you to breed me after dinner."
"Mmmm, we should probably get our strength up then," I say. "The casserole smells pretty good."
"Mac'n'cheese base with garlic and onions," she says dreamily. Half of it's for the orgasm she just had, and half is for the food.
"Oof," I say. "Maybe we'll wait the full thirty minutes before getting back to it."
Rose giggles, and nods her agreement into my neck. We both get up and head towards our clothes drawers. We each find a fresh pair of panties, and they're both thin, low-cut, white cotton bikinis. We each laugh when we see the other's selection.
Wearing panties doesn't do much for me. Ever since the looming threat of feminization was lifted from above my head, it doesn't bother me either. Rose likes it. That's more than enough for me. I wear them every chance I get, and at home I usually don't wear anything else. Rose does the same for me. It's another great way to indulge that wholesome kink of ours.
We rejoin Kara and Dee-Dee in the kitchen; my discarded clothes have already been moved to the laundry room for sorting. Dinner is delicious, and the company is sublime. Rose, Kara and I chat like a real family. They're two very different women, but I like them both. I love Rose, of course, but liking somebody is its own thing.
They're both great conversationalists in their own way. Kara's interests don't overlap much with ours, but she's always lighthearted and playful when she teases us about our rampant nerdery and dorkery. By turns, she expresses a real interest in some of our silly bullshit, and in some of our more serious interests too.
We always ask her about her life outside of our house. She keeps it pretty close to the vest, but she does love regaling us with post-lights-out tales, when, per our agreements, she takes full control of Mom for another night of wild sex and heavy bondage. It should go without saying, but the two of us are way past pretending that hearing about our mom's sex life grosses us out. It would be titillating just because we're both perverts; it's especially exciting because we know that Mom is right next to us, down on her knees or on all fours, listening to her warden shatter yet another illusion of privacy.
We let Mom remove the panties and worship Kara's pussy while we eat. She dutifully waits for us to finish eating before taking her own meal from her dog bowl on the floor. Her portions are strictly controlled by Kara. Tonight, she's not allowed to eat the regular meal, because it's too heavy on the carbs. Instead, she eats special kibble that Kara gets from yet another one of her guys in the scene. She really does know a guy for everything. It's uncanny, but it's been awesome for us.
While Mom eats and Kara goes off to the living room for some light post-meal stretches, Rose and I both indulge in a small shot of bourbon. It's not enough to get us drunk, but it helps us relax. It's mostly to my benefit. When Rose is very slightly tipsy, she's even hornier, and even quicker to orgasm. We've been rotating liquors, trying to find one we fully enjoy. It's an acquired taste, they say. I don't think either of us will ever be heavy drinkers. On the weekends, we enjoy, ahem, some other fun stuff instead. We both like that other stuff a lot; it makes both of us incredibly horny, and gives our foreplay, sex, orgasms, and even post-cum cuddling all an indescribable extra something. I swear it also makes me produce twice as much cum. Rose is a big fan.
The two of us flirt and fondle after our shot, and make one of our nightly decisions: who gets which half of Mom. Rose takes hold of her leash. Mom tenses for a moment, but then quickly returns to her meal. She knows this is her only chance to eat. She also knows that, per the rules, we snagged her away from Kara fair and square. For a little while, she's ours.
Rose lets her finish her dinner and have some water from the other bowl. Then she tugs the leash and leads her to the living room. I take the wadded-up panties with me. For now, we want Dee-Dee able to speak.
Kara's still doing her stretches. For anyone else, it'd be a full yoga session. For her, it's barely anything. I swear she's sculpted and trained her body so well that she can do all the weird shit that those hundred-year-old Tibetan guys can: push food down into the intestine, crush it into paste with her stomach muscles, instantly reverse any cramps through sheer willpower, the whole lot. She can probably piss and shit on command -- maybe orgasm too. I've never asked. I should.
Rose and I can't help but to steal a few glances. Kara's hot, and there's no denying it. Every time we see her, we're also reminded of those weekly strap-on sessions. She's a sex master; she's made me cum hands-free multiple times since May. Rose always cums from taking Kara's strap-on in her pussy, since she's allowed to work her clit while she gets reamed.
Both of us also get one day a week where she has to be our girlfriend, or second girlfriend, with all the enthusiasm and sexual availability that entails. We've both already made some great memories with her on those days. The first time I claimed her ass, I almost started crying from the sheer catharsis. Meanwhile, her stubborn adherence to that lesbian shtick gives her every incentive to make me cum quickly. Making me cum quickly also makes me cum powerfully; she knows how to work all of her muscles. I seriously just can't lose.
Once Rose and I set down on the couch, we're able to refocus. With another tug of the leash, we have Mom over both our laps. Rose starts milking her udders, though of course no milk actually comes out. I get ready to give her some reminder swats while we reinforce our dominance. Some of our piss is still sloshing around in her guts, its egress blocked by an extra-large, extra-wide anal plug with inflatable seals.
"Who's my plump piglet?" I ask her. My voice is condescending, belittling, and infantilizing. It's an important part of the regimen.
"Speak, Dee-Dee," Rose commands. "Answer our questions like a good little piglet. Use your words."
"I'm your plump little piglet, master, mistress," she says.
I massage her ass lovingly. Good answers get rewarded.
"That's right, Dee-Dee!" I say. "Now oink for us - three little oinks in a row, then a squeal."
Every time we make her do this, it takes something out of her. That's exactly the intention. Mom's a sex maniac. You think Rose and I are perverted? Fast-forward our feverish imaginations through twenty-five years of extra iterations. Keeping her under our thumb is for her own good. Sure, it's also revenge, but we see the look in her eyes. We hear the stories from Kara. Mom's perfectly comfortable in her role as a slave, a bitch, and a bottom. She also has plenty of time with Kara after lights out to get well and truly fucked.
Still, she has to psych herself up for the oinks and squeals. It's her psychological weak spot. Twenty-odd years ago, she was a knockout. Life and time took their toll, and she knows it. She's living in a house with three very fit, very attractive people, all of whom are younger than her.
I give her a few warning swats. She oinks three times, then does her best to squeal. Rose laughs. Kara, finishing up her routine with downward dog, chuckles too.
"We own you, right, Dee-Dee?" Rose asks. "Use your words. Tell us."
"You own me, mistress Rose," Mom says. "You own me, master Gil. My two children own me. I live in their house. I'm their slave."
I massage her ass again. I push the base of her plug a few times with my thumb. She groans. Her hips move a little. The comment about us owning the house was a nice touch.
"Give us a list, piglet," I command. "Give us a list of all of those choice cuts we own."
Kara sits down on the love seat opposite us. She chugs some water and settles in to enjoy the rest of the show. She knows it won't take long. She knows Rose and I are too horny for each other to waste too much time on Mom.
"You own my greedy mouth, master, mistress," she begins, "and you make sure to keep it distracted with your used panties. You own my droopy udders. You own my fat ass. You own my blown-out pussy, that got all stretched out when I gave birth to you both. You own my mostly-empty head, which you've marked. You own my wobbly arms, which you've marked. You own my back, which you've marked. You own my chunky legs, which are next to be marked."
"Very good, piglet," I say. "Now tell us about your treatment regimen."
"Yes, master, mistress," she says. "I need hot piss enemas every day to remind me who's in charge. I need to remember that you both own me, inside and out, and that I must submit to you at all times, and that as a slave I have no privacy, no dignity, and no bodily sovereignty."
"Mmm, such big words," Rose says. "Such a smart little piggy. That's why she can do so many chores for us. Isn't that nice?"
"Oh yes," I agree, "but back to the regimen."
"Master and mistress make sure I have plenty of chores to keep me busy," Mom dutifully continues, "so that I don't go into a sex frenzy. My warden, Kara, makes sure I do my exercises and stick to my diet, so I can be a better and more attractive slave for my owners."
Mom's gotten very good at these sessions. She hardly gets spanked at all. I give her a few light taps now and then, but she knows they're nothing. She knows they're not a punishment.
Sometimes I wonder who could spank her fat ass harder: me, or Kara. I acquitted myself very well on Mom's big punishment day, right after the deed got turned over.
"But we're very generous owners, aren't we, Dee-Dee?" Rose asks. "Tell us."
"Yes mistress, master," she says. "You're very generous. When I'm a good slave, you let me cum the next day. I get to cum while you or the warden use me. I get to cum all I want with the warden after lights out. I'm very grateful to all three of you. Thank you, master. Thank you, mistress. Thank you, warden."
"Good little piglet," I say. "It sounds like you remember your place in this house, and understand why it needs to be this way. It's for your own good. Anything else I missed, Rose, my love?"
Rose releases Mom's udders and gives her some light, teasing touches all over her upper body. I do the same with her ass and legs, but also hand Rose the purple panties.
"I think that covers it," she says happily. "Piglet, you've earned permission to cum tomorrow. Every time you do, make sure to remember who let you, and why."
"Oh, thank you, mistress, master!" Mom exclaims, revealing once again that she's exactly what she seems to be, and, therefore, exactly where she needs to be.
"Kara, go ahead and take control over Dee-Dee again," Rose says. "She's got more chores to do, but if those get done before lights out, then you can have her early."
Mom's just about to thank us all again when Rose shoves my used panties back in her mouth. She mumbles into them nevertheless. Rose tugs the leash, and Mom awkwardly maneuvers herself off of our laps. Kara's there waiting, and takes the leash when Rose offers it.
"You have fun, boss, champ," Kara says.
"You too, Kara," I reply with a grin.
She grins right back. Even with all the new soundproofing, we still hear some sex noises at night. I'm sure they do too. Kara's guy did a great job, but he told us in advance that 100% negation could break a bank even bigger than ours, not to mention the extra time it would have taken.
Rose and I head back to the master bedroom. We slip off our panties and get on the bed. We lazily make out with each other until the risk of cramping has passed.
"I need cum in one more hole, big brother," Rose whispers. "I need to be bred."
"Yes you do, baby," I agree with an eager nod. "It's an important part of your treatment. We have to make sure you get plenty of cum and orgasms so you don't go sex crazy. We can't have you failing out of college during your senior year because you can't stop masturbating."
Rose nods back. She plays the part to perfection. For a brief moment, I genuinely believe that she's afraid of becoming Mom, and that she's relying on me -- my cock and my cum, especially - to save her from that fate.
We each quickly find a can of lube. We snap them open and get to work on each other's genitals. Rose is already soaking wet, but we rarely skip this step. There's always more sex to have later. Our bodies would give out before our sex drives did -- our 'family demons,' as we playfully call the latter.
Despite our wholesome kink, not everything can be equal. One of us has a penis, the other a vagina.
"How do you want it, baby?" I ask. "How do you want to get bred?"
"Like a bitch," Rose answers. "I want all of your weight on my back, big brother. I want you to hump me into the wand while you knot me, breed me."
I kiss her passionately, humming my approval all the while. I only break away to let her roll over and retrieve the large vibrator.
I get the pillows in place. Rose positions herself over them, and over the wand, and then turns it on. Her hips start moving immediately.
"Are you sure, baby?" I ask.
She nods.
"I don't have any more piss," she says, "but I want my brain fried when you get me pregnant. Mount me, breed me, pin me. I'll pull the plug when I'm overloaded for real."
I won't get her pregnant, of course, but the fantasy is powerful. My cock is rock hard, despite the orgasm I had before dinner. It's also slippery with high-quality silicone lube, which, thanks to Dad, we can afford by the barrel. I trust my baby sister to know what she needs, and what she can withstand. I wipe my hands, and then I mount her. I slide my arms under her and grip her shoulders. We've had our foreplay, both physical and psychological. I know I can cum quickly. I know she can too.
My throbbing cock slides into her pussy effortlessly, despite her strong inner muscles. I drive it in all the way, and I playfully kiss-bite her shoulder and neck. She squirms and moans. She wants it like that tonight. She wants to get nipped like a bitch.
She also wants me to hit her special spot, though, and so I switch to her earlobe. I nibble it, and her moans redouble. She's fucking back on my cock as forcefully as I'm plowing into her. We're both so close already.
Fucking with this much lube is such a wild collection of contradictions. Rose's powerful, rippling muscles should be stopping my cock in its tracks, or even pushing it out, but thanks to the lube I get to reconquer her love tunnel with every single rutting thrust. My fucking motion is so smooth that I feel like my cock is sliding through pure water or air, but the pressure and heat all around it remains intense. Her opening squeezes the base of my shaft; it feels like she's coaxing the cum out of me and into her, unwilling to even wait for my explosion.
We don't announce that we're cumming. We don't have to. Rose feels my cock swell. She feels my heat, and even a bit of sweat. We both sense each other let go of our higher minds. For a few seconds before our simultaneous orgasm, we're just animals. It's beautiful.
Rose releases the pillow with her teeth, and slurs out the familiar mantra: "breed me, breed me, breed me!"
There's no need for Shakespeare. It's all porn and Pavlov. Her words are the bell.
I roar in triumph, and give my baby sister a baby of her own. Our orgasms combine, forcing my hot seed past her cervix and all the way up into her tubes. I couldn't get it any deeper inside of her if I was butt fucking her with a cock twice mine's length.
We both lose the rest of our minds. For a few moments, there's just nothing. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern embrace the little death. I collapse on top of my baby sister with my full weight. She squirms and groans until those groans become desperate cries. She tortures herself with the wand, just like she'd wanted to.
She finally taps out, literally pulling the plug. My cock doesn't have a knot, so instead I pin her with my entire body. It's a long time before she taps out of that too. She loves it when I'm her blanket. She says it makes her feel safer and more loved than anything.
I completely understand. She's gotten better and better at pegging me over the last few months, thanks to Kara's expert tutelage and her own natural sexual talent. I love it when she fucks me prone. I love feeling her erect nipples and perky breasts rub on my back, and her dominant kisses upon my shoulders, collarbone, neck, and ears. I love it when she's my blanket for a little while afterwards. It makes me feel safe and loved too.
Not only that, but I get to cum come from her strap-on without worry or fear. I get to cum from my ass and prostate. We each get to experience what the other usually does, or as close as we can with the bits and tools we have. After she grinds out her orgasm from the mini-dildos and nubs inside of her harness, she collapses on me and whispers in my ear what a good little bitch I was for her. It fulfills our ultimate kink. It balances the scales.
"I'm yours," Rose sighs.
"You're mine," I agree.
It's her turn to be the bitch, to be dominated, and to feel warm and safe under her top. Mine will come soon -- if not today, then tomorrow.
I finally dismount, and we clean up a little. Dee-Dee will get the towels along with the sheets tomorrow. I simply cannot stress enough how great it is to have a full-service slave.
Rose and I flirt and fondle yet again. We enjoy being cum-drunk together yet again. I give her a quick look, and she nods her enthusiastic assent. I keep my promise, and 'nom nom nom' on her beautiful breasts. She giggles at first, but then lays back and enjoys the sensations. I caress her other breast and her whole body while I nurse. There's no milk, but the mere act nourishes our bond -- social, romantic, sexual, familial, unbreakable. It nourishes my very soul.
She's very patient with me. She lets me linger in that perfect place for a long time. Eventually, we both drift back to reality -- and you know what? Reality isn't so bad these days. My mouth lifts from her breast like a kiss in reverse, and we remember that our bodies need nourishment too.
We have some sports drink and whisper sweet nothings. I get up and get us a little snack. We make and capture some more of Mom's medicine. We talk about those tattoo ideas, and lament how quickly the school year is approaching. I assure Rose that I'll do everything I can to help her with her classes, LSAT prep, and her law school applications. We don't talk about the one looming, potential disaster: if she doesn't get into any of the schools around here. She's so smart, though, and her GPA is stellar; she surely will. She'll nail the LSATs. She'll get recommendations from any professors she wants them from.
"Can you go again, big brother?" Rose asks me.
Because it's her, I can. The family demon helps. The sports drink and the snack help. It's her, though. It always has been. My body can always make more cum for her, and my cock does its damnedest to deliver it wherever she wants it to go.
I caress her face, kiss her, smile, and nod. Our noses and foreheads rub together. Rose's warm, brown eyes are full of excitement and arousal, but also contain an apology.
"I promise I'll make you my bitch tomorrow, baby," she says. "I promise I'll make you cum from your ass and your prostate.
"But right now, I really just want my big brother to butt fuck me," she pleads. "I want to go prone again. I want to fry my brain with the wand again. I want to be bred in my other hole, and I want your cum deep inside of me all night long. It gives me the sweetest dreams, baby. I need it."
Her beautiful voice and dirty words bring my cock to half mast all by themselves.
"I'll get the plug, baby," I say. "I'd butt fuck you nine more times if I could."
"But not ten?" she asks playfully.
"Of course not!" I reply. "Eleven butt-fuckings in a single day? That would be absurd!"
"Dork," she says.
"Nerd," I say right back.
I'm so happy I want to cry. I think I can settle for cumming again, though, deep inside of my baby sister's beautiful ass.
From what used to be my bedroom, we hear muffled sex noises. We both giggle. Rose grabs the lube. I fetch her a fresh plug and a new pair of panties. I leave them on the nightstand on her side of the bed. It's her new standard sleepwear; mine is nothing at all.
My dreams will be just as sweet as hers. She'll be my living, breathing, cum-stuffed tiger. My hands will find her breasts, her tummy, or her panty-covered pussy in my sleep.
Then we'll both wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.
It's all just so wonderfully normal.
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