Chapter 13: Doubts

"Hey, what are you doing?" my brother whispered from the open door of our parents' bedroom.

"Shhhh..." I put my finger to my lips and Katrina stifled a giggle as I jerked my head.

Our father was sleeping, being not so young anymore and having cum twice that night. I'd wanted to make it three times, but Mom had worn him out the previous evening as well, so I'd contented myself with licking his flaccid penis gently, stroking his smooth chest, and putting the man to sleep. He'd tried to fight it actually, being so very young at heart like he was, but it was good for him to rest.

Katrina had been on the other side of our Daddy, curled up with a pillow pressed between her thighs, but that hadn't kept the sperm from leaking and the pillow would need a good washing. We didn't care; we were happy and hopeful that after fucking Katrina twice, my father had put a baby in her womb.

I followed Katrina after she moved carefully off the bed, smiling and blushing a little as she held her hand against her sex. She was walking quickly, almost skipping across the room and past my brother, heading towards the bathroom. It had been an hour or so and if she was going to get pregnant it would have happened already, probably. But having no way of knowing for the moment, we'd try and try again as often as we could.

Jim watched her, smiling himself and then turned his brown eyes on me as I joined him in the hallway, closing the door softly behind us. He was dressed, which surprised me until I realized how late it really was, or early might have been a better word. It was after three in the morning, but I didn't feel tired. I felt very relaxed right then, like everything was right in my world, which it usually was.

"What's up?" I asked my brother. "Where's Cheryl and Mom?"

"Cheryl's in my old bed, Mom's in yours," Jim shrugged.

"Soooo ... What are you doing?" I grinned at him. "Seems like you ought to be with Cheryl right about now."

"Or Mom, right?" Jim chuckled and I nodded at that.

"Did you guys do it?"

"No, but, um..." he swallowed hard, " ... she wants to ... wanted to ... Cheryl said no."

"I don't understand." I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my bare breasts as I was totally naked and Jim had noticed, but he was playing it cool.

"Cheryl had me sleeping on the floor," Jim licked his lips. "At the foot of the bed, my bed, you know? She's pissed."

"Still?" I bit my lip.

"Yeah, I guess," my brother gave a little sigh. "Anyway, Cheryl said the only sex I'm getting from now until New Years is, uh ... that ... you know..."

He was a little embarrassed because Cheryl had ridden his virgin ass with a strap-on dildo in front of me, Katrina, our parents, everyone. Slapping my brother's butt, calling him a slut and threatening to dress him like a girl. It had been a pretty good scene actually and I remembered that Jim hadn't found the experience completely without pleasure. He'd enjoyed it, but clearly now that the scene was over he wanted some normalcy with his wife.

That was reasonable, at least to me. Some people like to imagine that BDSM is something that happens every waking minute, like the submissive is always bound, or always being whipped, but the reality is much different than that, much more subtle. Jim could be Cheryl's sub twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, just as Katrina was mine, and very few people would ever realize it if they were discreet.

Katrina and I were somewhat less than discreet in our relationship, but we enjoyed a level of freedom not often afforded to couples, even those who considered themselves 'out of the closet' as it were. Katrina wore my collar and if someone should ask, Katrina wouldn't hesitate to tell them what it was, what it meant. If that bothered the other person, it was their problem, not ours.

Cheryl's problem was that she'd found out Jim had been cheating on her, and she couldn't let it go. But perhaps it was too soon for that, since it had been less than a day. I really had no understanding of the emotions my sister-in-law would be feeling as it hadn't ever happened to me. Trying to imagine Katrina going behind my back to have sex was unthinkable, beyond my imagination really, and I had to remind myself that Cheryl may have felt exactly the same way about Jim. Like he'd never fuck around, not in a million years.

But he had. And I wanted him to do it again.

"Mmmm..." Katrina sighed happily. "I'm starving!"

She was beautiful like the proverbial supermodel next door, her face scrubbed pink without any makeup, her hair pulled back into a blonde ponytail. Katrina wore a loose white t-shirt and a pair of my old red hipsters. She fit in my old clothes amazingly well, better than I did despite our differences, and she looked good just sitting there. Then again, Katrina looked good in anything.

We were at a Denney's restaurant, Katrina, my brother and me, having decided to get out of the house and have a real breakfast without worrying about waking anyone up. Katrina and I had showered and I'd found some old jeans and my old cheerleader v-neck sweater, black and gold, the color of my high school. I felt like I was 17 again and it was fun.

"You just have to give Cheryl some time," I decided, looking over the menu. "She's going to forgive you."

"I spent the whole night apologizing," Jim frowned. We were sitting in a corner booth, a large U-shaped one, spread out with Jim opposite me and Katrina between us.

"You liked it too, didn't you?" Katrina smiled at him and my brother couldn't help but smile back.

"Yeah, some of it," he agreed. "It's just weird."

"What?" Katrina tilted her head.

"That I like that stuff. I never thought about it before, I mean..." he shrugged. "Why do you like it?"

"Me?" Katrina laughed self-consciously. "I don't know. I like the rules, the ummm ... The clarity, maybe? You know, like everything makes sense when..."

"Don't let her fool you," I chuckled. "Katrina just likes being spoiled."

"Mistress," Katrina blushed, but she knew it was true.

"Spoiled?" My brother gave me a funny look, like he didn't believe me.

"Yeah, like she's free. I decide what we're doing, how we'll do it. I make sure she's safe. I make sure she's enjoying it and when I have to, I make sure she's pushing her limits."

"Mistress does everything," Katrina wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "All I have to do is moan a lot."

"Heh!" My brother rocked a little as we sat in the booth, pursing his lips. "How come I don't believe that?"

"Because she saved your butt earlier," I pointed out with a smile, sharing a look with Katrina and she just shrugged.

"You mean the, uh ... thing?" My brother looked around, but it was quiet in that diner. The few other customers were seated away from us.

"Yeah, the thing," I giggled. "You might be walking a little funny otherwise."

"What do you mean?" Jim laughed. "I'm walking a little funny."

"Oh it wasn't that bad!" Katrina was giggling.

"Yeah," my brother widened his eyes. "It was that bad."

"Poor baby," I shook my head, teasing him.

"But I do like it," my brother said seriously. "I mean, I love Cheryl anyway, but having her tell me what to do ... Even the threats and stuff ... I don't know. I like it. It's so different than anything else."

"Did you tell Cheryl that?"

"I tried, but..." he shrugged. "She thinks I've been having sex with every girl I know."

"You haven't had sex with me yet," I grinned at him.

Katrina grinned at me and my brother's eyes got big as he looked around like someone might have overheard me.

"He hasn't had sex with me either, Mistress," Katrina pouted and I gave the girl a look, but I knew she was thinking about just one thing. Katrina wanted to be pregnant; if it meant seducing my brother, she was willing to play it that way.

"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea," Jim looked between the two of us. "If Cheryl found out we..."

"She knows I'm your Mistress." I paused as the waitress walked over to take our order finally. She was a slow one.

"Or have you changed your mind about that?" I continued a minute later, after the waitress had taken our menus and left. "I don't have to be, you know."

"You are. I mean, yeah ... I want you to be my Mistress, but..." My brother licked his lips.

"Did you cum last night?" Katrina asked Jim softly.

"No," he blinked at her.

"Is your cock hard right now?" Katrina had moved closer to him and for a girl who'd never liked boys she was coming on to my brother pretty strong. I was surprised at her.

"Heh!" Jim was a bit surprised as well and a little self-conscious maybe, although I wasn't sure why. We had enough privacy, enough for talking anyway and he'd never been shy with girls in his life.

"Can I call you my brother?" Katrina's left arm was moving and I realized she was massaging my brother's cock through his pants.

"Katrina..." He was staring into her eyes now, oblivious to me or anything else. "You can call me anything you want."

"I've never had a brother before," she was whispering.

And I found myself leaning close, almost feeling a little angry actually, jealous of her little game, but I wasn't going to stop it. I chided myself silently for feeling that way. Jim was my brother and I wasn't losing Katrina, she was playing a scene, that's all. Perhaps she was exploring something new, like having sex with my dad had awoken something in the girl. Wouldn't that be interesting if Katrina suddenly found herself somehow attracted to men?

No, it wouldn't be interesting at all, I decided. I loved Katrina just the way she was. That's what was bothering me. The way she was talking to Jim, the way she was touching him, how could I not feel some small bit of jealousy? Even if I knew better. I loved the girl too much, perhaps. I didn't want her to want someone else and that's how spoiled I was.

"I'll be your brother," Jim was nodding and he looked like he was going to kiss her.

"Incest is best," Katrina breathed and she was going to let him, I realized.

"That's enough now," I said, speaking carefully, working to keep my voice gentle and light.

"Yes, Mistress." Katrina slid away from Jim, giving him an apologetic smile full of promise.

"Ahhhh ... kay." Jim took a sip of his water and shifted in his seat, using the movement to give him an excuse to rearrange his cock, which was probably straining uncomfortably in his trousers.

"Closer, slave," I told Katrina. "Sit next to me now."

"Mistress," she bobbed her head and her eyes searched my face as she knew me very well.

I put my arm around her possessively, pulling the smaller woman to my body as we sat there. It was childish, but I couldn't help myself.

"Are you angry with me, Mistress?" Katrina asked softly, turning her lips to my ear.

"A little," I admitted reluctantly and I had to find a way past my juvenile jealousy. It wasn't fair to Katrina and there was no cause for it.

"I thought you wanted me to..." Katrina nodded slightly. "I'm sorry, Mistress."

"I'll punish you soon enough." I was looking at my brother who was watching the two of us, naturally enough and I raised my voice for him. "Both of you."

"Both of us ... What?" Jim asked. He hadn't heard any other part of our short conversation.

"After we eat, we'll go to my hotel room," I decided. "Katrina's been a bad little slave and needs to be punished, you'll help me."

"Thank you, Mistress," Katrina breathed, taking my left hand in both of hers and kissing it.

"You don't have to work, do you?" I ignored Katrina as she took my middle finger between her soft lips.

"Uh, no ... Mistress." It was very early Saturday morning and Jim shook his head.

"Good." I smiled at the waitress. She was holding our breakfast on a large tray and trying her best to ignore the beautiful blonde girl sucking my finger as if it were a small thin cock.

I was feeling a little tired by the time we got to the hotel, Jim as well, but Katrina was energetic and keeping us involved. She was used to staying up all night, as was I really, but the normalcy of visiting my family had given me a sense of jetlag. In Vegas we usually slept from about ten in the morning until six at night, which is for the best really. Summer in Vegas is hot.

"I'd like to keep my room a few more days, I think." I was talking to the night clerk, an older man, and we waited while he made the arrangements.

"You have a message, Miss," he noted and duly retrieved an envelope for me.

"Oh," I smiled and opened it, finding a single sheet of hotel stationary folded inside.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry I missed you," the note read. "If I can be of any assistance at all, please feel free to call me. Anytime. Enjoy your stay ... Carolyn" Her phone numbers were written beneath her graceful curving script, home and cellular.

"Is Carolyn working today?" I folded the note back up, slipping it into my purse.

"No ma'am, she'll be in Monday afternoon." The clerk smiled and offered me the adjusted credit card receipt to sign.

"Okay, thank you," I nodded and I looked at my watch, knowing I'd never call the woman at four thirty in the morning, but perhaps later...

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"A wake-up call for noon, please," I smiled at him. "Thanks."

"My pleasure, Miss."

"The entertainment industry must pay pretty good," my brother grinned at me as we rode the elevator to the seventh floor.

"We do alright," I smiled back at him, holding Katrina's hand. "Mom didn't tell you what we do in Vegas?"

"Mom? No..." Jim gave me a look. "Why?"

"Oh, I just figured everyone knew," I shrugged and Katrina giggled.

"We have a web site," Katrina told him. "A BDSM site, you know?"

"What ... Like porn?" My brother looked shocked.

"Yeah!" Katrina was enjoying this. "Pictures, movies ... Webcam, all that stuff."

The elevator doors opened and I gestured down the hall to our left, letting go of Katrina and following her and Jim as they walked slowly.

"Seven fourteen," I told them.

"And you're a model, I'd guess," my brother said to Katrina before looking over his shoulder at me. "Both of you?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "I do scenes as well, you know, for submissives who are looking for it. Who are willing to pay for it."

"Pay for it. That's kinda like prostitution, isn't it?" Jim looked like he wanted to smile, but was afraid that he was making me mad.

"Very much like prostitution," I laughed. "I'm a licensed escort."

"Licensed? Heh ... Okay. So, you're an escort too, Katrina?" We arrived at the door and I handed the key card to my brother.

"Me?" Katrina laughed. "No. Mistress keeps me all to herself."

"So you don't..." Jim opened the door and flipped on the lights, speaking as we walked inside, " ... do it with anyone else?"

"No," Katrina said and she looked pointedly into my eyes. "I don't want to do it with anyone else."

"Oh." Jim looked a little sad actually and I couldn't help but laugh, realizing that my earlier jealousy was on the wane.

If I thought I was good at manipulation, and I am, Katrina was even better. She always knew what to say and even when she seemed to make a mistake, eventually I'd come to realize she'd known exactly what she was doing. Like flirting in the restaurant with Jim. I'd gotten jealous and Katrina had apologized for it, but the reality was that she'd been using him to teach me something about myself. I just had to pay attention to what Katrina, and my heart, was telling me. Jim was her brother as well as mine and we could love him equally without losing anything.

"My slave doesn't play with anyone ... except family." I moved close to him, putting my arms around my brother's waist and pressing my breasts against him so he'd have no doubts why we were there.

"Family..." Jim put his hands on my waist, looking into my eyes.

"I'm the only whore around here," I smiled at the look on his face and then I was kissing him, forcing my tongue between my brother's lips and pulling his body close to mine.

Katrina had begun to undress as soon as the door was shut and locked behind us. She knew what I expected of her. This was our personal time now, our play time. I wanted her naked but for the collar around her neck, kneeling with her eyes down, submissive and waiting upon my desires.

"Take off your clothes now," I breathed, pulling my mouth from Jim's. "I want your belt."

I walked towards Katrina, who wasn't very far from us, of course. It was a generous hotel room, but not a suite by any means. It was dominated by the single queen size bed, but there was room enough for us to play near the large windows and sliding glass door leading to the balcony outside.