Chapter 12: Continued Service

Maeson had no intention of letting Kimber orgasm and had every intention of leaving her a quivering mess of pleasure right on the brink of a blissful explosion. “Do not,” he ordered her firmly, “touch yourself. Not for the rest of the day. Bad girls don’t get to play with their pussies.” Specifically, he did not tell her she wasn’t to orgasm. As he figured it, there was a pleasure for both of them, if she could figure out how to finish getting off without touching herself. After all he could think of several ways. Maeson had every intention of luring the sexual animal out of Kimber. As it was, she was already far more sexually confident than she was before. She was already far more aware of herself.

Moving to the ropes, Maeson unbound her, taking his sweet time about it; like moving his hands up to the rope by starting his fingers on her inner thigh just short of touching her weeping sex, and running light fingers all the way up to her ankles to undo them; first with the left, then with the right. Purposefully he was careless gathering the rope up and allowed the rope to bump into her sex, as well as leaning forward one time far enough that his leg came into contact with Kimber’s pussy. He kept each touch short, and casual.

Held there, legs raised, tingling with need, Kimber reacted strongly to his touch on her leg, her body welcoming, eager. When all he did was slowly, teasingly, untie her legs, letting them fall back down onto the bed, she began to get a sense that his torture, his use of her, was not over.

Unable to touch herself, to bring herself to completion again, unless she was willing to risk his wrath, she wondered, idly, if he meant that only she could not touch her sex... ‘Could he? Could that damn machine? Or... ‘

Kimber was a sight lying on the bed like that, spread, shaved and totally aroused. A serious temptation, and while he probably could have taken her, he didn’t want to yet. He had every intention of drawing this out, arousal and orgasms didn’t mean she was totally ready to be her brother’s. When that happened, he wanted Kimber to want it just as bad as he did, and only then would he allow it.

“When you think your legs are ready to move, you still have an important chore to do,” he pointed out wondering if she would figure it out on her own. Wondering what approach she might take once she did figure it out.

Kimber was a bit thoughtful, her need to find release combined with her eagerness to get up and move, to hide her shame a bit, urging her to get moving. As she slowly sat up, blushing a bit as she realized just how wide open she had been, she looked at him uncertainly. “Sorrry ... um ... what other chores Sir?”

Maeson’s eyes ravaged his little sister. She looked amazing, naked with nothing but her collar and a glint in her eye that was a perfect mixture of want and embarrassment. This was something Maeson truly could appreciate. Unlike some guys, he found shyness as exciting as wantonness. Kimber was new, and being new, that lent her a charming wonder as she discovered new likes and new excitements.

“Who are you here to serve?” Maeson asked, prompting her. The prompt was even, patient, and again as a new master with a new slave still in the process of getting to know each other it wasn’t as if he expected Kimber to make this jump. Discovery is always best self-discovered, and assistance just nudges. “What did I tell you to wait on earlier?”

He figured that should be enough, and waited now standing relaxed by the bed. He was prepared to see what initiative Kimber would claim for herself, if any, to carry out her duties. How would she look to handle her own excitement in deference to her own master’s? Could she, would she, meet both of their needs? Or would she fall back on the existing ritual made in the shower. Maeson was curious, and waited next to the bed, his loose clothing revealing his own excitement in the large bulge draped with fabric.

With a slow, dawning realization, Kimber figured out what ‘chore’ he had been talking about, at least she had an idea. As he stood there, his looming frame towering over her, she could see that, just like in the shower, he was aroused. She had sort of expected that, as part of her duties, that she would do more than wash him in the morning, but this was the first overt act, not cloaked in washing his body, that she was going to do.

“Yes sir, sorry, I was not thinking...” she said, trying to apologize without appearing to grovel like a sycophant. She moved over to the edge of the bed, letting her feet touch the floor, as she reached forward, hands shaking just a bit, and began to undo his shorts, the flaps opening easily. Reaching inside with her left hand, she felt for his hard shaft, feeling it twitch in her hand, and pulled it upright, letting his underwear pull down a bit. Letting him be for a moment, she took both hands, and grabbing both his shorts and his underwear, slid them down over his hips, freeing his quivering cock.

Looking up at him, she took her hands back center, and slowly stroking him while simultaneously cupping his testicles, she watched the head turn dark and swollen with need. A bit of liquid was forming at the tip, and as she ran her thumb over the slick substance, she felt him twitch in response. Slowly, tentatively, she bent to lick at the wet tip, experimentally, more curious than seductive. With another look up at his face, she slowly stroked him, letting his cock press against her cheek, and her lips.

Maeson watched as Kimber moved across the bed to sit naked in front of him. From her training this morning, and the punishment he had delivered he was filled with energy. He was nearly quivering as she peeled back his clothing dropping his shorts to the floor. Maeson was so ready for the pleasure that Kimber could give him, and it didn’t take long before the head of his cock was dark and wet with desire for her. He was so hard for just for her.

What blew him away though was the moment that Kimber leaned forward and extended her tongue. His breath caught and he didn’t realize that he had been holding it from the moment he realized she was going to touch the head to her mouth. From that moment, all of his attention was riveted to her as she looked up at him, his dick alive like no other appendage. Against her lips, and her face it made him weak in the knees as his little sister watched his reactions. She was a vision and it made him groan to watch her with his cock so near her mouth.

It was like watching a fantasy come true, her large eyes filled with a love that was unlike any other girlfriend he had, and he realized that it really might be him looking at her that way. They already had a relationship of love, big brother and little sister, but now there was a new facet and a new depth. It felt naughty, and yet something so natural that it almost felt like this sexual connection had always existed between them; Maeson couldn’t help but feel that Kimber was in exactly the right place under him.

Through half lidded eyes he moaned for her, encouraging her, “Go on,” he prompted needing her to do more.

Holding his cock steady for a moment longer, she heard him speak and licked her lips in preparation. Stroking a couple more times, feeling how hard he was, she wondered if this was truly ok, was she making a mistake that somewhere down the line she would come to regret. Unable to think too far in the future, and consumed with the rightness of how she felt when he controlled her actions, or bade her to behave a certain way, she quieted her slightly critical inner voice, and concentrated on what was in front of her.

Pushing back a little, and sliding to the floor, she felt more subservient once she got her knees under her, and her buttocks resting atop her heels. With a renewed sense of urgency, she pulled on his prick, lowering it towards her face, and pulled the head between her lips, kissing it, licking it lightly, letting the thick head fill her mouth. She had read things, of course, and even watched x-rated clips online, but this was the first time she had ever dared to actually kiss and lick a penis. She hoped she was doing okay, and judging by his reactions, she was fairly confident she was. Still, it was with a sense of wonder or curiosity that she slowly savored the new sensation, letting her tongue learn the contours of his knobby flesh, letting her mouth learn and savor the texture and taste of his cock.

Eyes closed, she concentrated on what she was feeling with her hands, and her mouth. As she lifted her mouth off and back onto the now damp saliva covered head, she held the staff steady, making it easy to work her thin lips over and around his flesh.

Once again Maeson couldn’t take his eyes off his little sister. It felt so right when they were joined like this, two people completing each other. It was naughty though at the same time, like they had broken a covenant they had always been told never to cross. However. on the other side, what they were finding was a completion they could not have imagined was there. Had never imagined was there. What did tug at Maeson’s mind though, as he watched Kimber experiment with his length, was what was going to happen at the end of the summer?

The thought had to be dismissed though, as Kimber took him again to her mouth, eliciting a primal groan. It inspired once again an urge to pick her and toss her face down on his bed. He didn’t follow the compulsion though, and let Kimber take care of his manhood.

She started so tentatively that it was obvious she was experimenting. She tested portions of his length and lavished attention on those that she garnered a reaction from. The stronger his reaction, the more she gave him attentions. Her small tongue made such delicate motions, so teasing it threatened to let loose his male animal upon her.

With her attention, she had the power to control his breath, making him hold it, making air catch in his throat, especially when her lips touched the head or underside, “Oh Kimber, god how you test me,” he groaned out at one point giving away how much she elicited from him, “I’m going to cum.”

Feeling him quiver and quake, obviously enjoying her tentative attempts, made Kimber more confident, and surer of herself. As she worked, she pulled more of his head into her mouth, stroking his length a bit quicker, long steady strokes sliding her thin fingers up and down his shaft.

When he began to emit his groans of pleasure, telling her she was testing him, she looked up, stroking his cock faster as she held her lips against the soft, sensitive head. Hearing him say he was going to cum, she thought hard about what she wanted, and, opening her mouth, she let her tongue lay flat, running against the underside of his prick, as she worked the shaft over and over. When the first bits shot out, she closed her mouth, startled, and felt him continue to spray against her face, and lower down as she backed away, suddenly unsure, scared even. She could taste a bit of him inside of her mouth, and as she slowly examined the substance with her tongue, she continued to milk his prick, encouraging him to shoot everything out ... enjoying the warm, hot liquid as it shot against her skin.

She could feel his cum spraying her face and chest, making more than a little bit of a mess, but she felt so ... something ... servile? Taking his prick and its discharge into and onto her body seemed to feel right in a way she had not expected. As she felt her lips and chin become covered, she tasted the bit of cum in her mouth, curious, eventually licking at her lip when she decided that it was more ‘odd’ than it was disgusting.

As Maeson orgasmed all over Kimber, he groaned loudly, one long, “Oh yesssss...” as he sprayed his seed upon her in pump after pump. Semen decorated her mouth, her chin, neck and breasts. The anticipation had been astounding as well at the eroticism of the act lending him that little bit extra, which allowed him to cum so much. His eyes still partially closed as he regarded her below him, he noticed that her chin had droplets hanging from it, “You missed some,” he told her in a husky voice as he reached out with a finger to scoop the errant drops of his semen in a big white pearl.

Scooped, Maeson didn’t wipe the drop off. He just continued to hold it out for Kimber a couple of inches from her mouth, “How was it?” he asked her, “Was this your first taste?” He had to wonder, was this the first time Kimber had taken a prick into her mouth? They hadn’t talked about it before and the question seemed like something he should have asked.

“If this was your first, I am impressed” Maeson told her, wanting her to feel the accomplishment and to know how satisfied he really was, “I’m not sure I’ve ever cum so hard in my life.”

Seeing his finger in front of her mouth, she looked at him, his satisfied face, his curious look, and opened her mouth, moving up to kiss and suck on his cum covered digit.

“Um, the first time ... sorry if I was slow ... I just ... you know ... never ... I only read about it...” she said, speaking low and soft, quiet like, as if not wanting to disturb anyone with her words.

Hearing him compliment her, she felt good, true, but she was already feeling good from that odd sensation of service or ‘something’. She could not quite put the feeling into words, but she felt more content, and more at peace in the moment, even Zenlike, than she could remember feeling in quite some time.

Kimber sent a shiver up his spine as he watched her lean forward to clean his cum off his finger with her mouth. He felt her tongue grace the fingertip removing the semen, and the gentle vacuum of her lips, “You’re done, for now,” Maeson told her. When she had sucked his finger clean he felt himself stir again but the fact was he had work to do. While Kimber was directly in front of him he would be to tempted to use her again. This was all too new and exciting as any fresh relationship was, so there was that temptation to ignore everything to pay attention just to her.

Helping her up by the hand, he admired her body, and the obvious effect, or coating, that his eruption had on each her. The mess being the silent evidence of their sexual ‘crime’. “I want you to head upstairs and wash up.” Giving Kimber a quirky little smile he confessed, “You’re too much of a distraction, and I want to lavish all of my attention on you, so be a good pet and run along. You’ll need to take a shower for sure, but before you wash it all off, I want you to rub me into your skin. All of it. Not a single drop is to be missed. When I orgasm, it’s my reward to you, don’t waste it. Once it’s gone you can actually wash up, also... ,” he held up a finger to make the point, “remember no orgasms for you. You can touch yourself all you want; in fact, I encourage it, but no cumming for you until I say so.”

She stood for a moment, as he helped her up, instructing her, letting her know his wishes. She smiled when he called her a distraction, it actually made her feel good. She was eager to take a shower, and his demand that she not ‘waste’ his sperm was not that egregious of a request. after all, it did feel good when it fell on her. As she turned to go upstairs, she ran one hand over her cheek and chin, smoothing the sticky substance, eventually dropping her hand onto a portion of her stomach that was free of his cum, and spreading the semen around a bit.