Chapter 7

There was such a difference here. The two sisters might not have suspected it, so caught up were they in the moment and the needs of the moment, needs, that is that were dictated to the moment by their new 'master.'

But difference there was.

Emily had had some time; had worked on this mentally, this issue with Josh and his red hot, sexual hold over her. She'd been working on this very issue since that first day, when she dropped the money and ended at his feet, staring, with shocked eyes, at the bulge in his running shorts.

She'd had some time to deal with it, to experience the fall involved, to experience the longing that gradually crept into every reflection that she'd been through about that scene, since its occurrence.

No so with Samantha. Sam came into the situation essentially from the outside; she came into it as Emily's beloved sister, confident and advocate. She's certainly rushed into the house, when she thought that her little sister was being accosted, naked and being spanked, and probably against her will.

Samantha was simply not ready for either Emily's happy compliance, when Josh, young, handsome rash, mesmerizing, told her to 'worship'--even the mention of the word made Sam groan inwardly, so correct did it feel right then to her--his cock, and she did it. She worshipped it, while Sam looked on, with lips and tongue and hands and certainly with loving eyes.

Nor was she ready for her own exposure to the luster of those eyes, the command in that voice, both of which combined to make her what she'd never, ever been for anyone, anywhere: absolutely subservient.

Sam's crash, in Josh's commanding presence, was exactly that: a crash, no gradual fall or succumbing to Josh's orders for her. No, the older of the sisters, as beautiful as Emily but seemingly with more steel in her will, fell all the harder for that.

And this isn't a matter of information from the outside that had no real relationship to what was going on.No, these were Sam's thoughts; these would be the scenes and words that would race across her fevered mind at 3:00 AM on many mornings, causing her breathing to increase and causing a dampness in the crotch gusset of her nightly panties.

For here she found herself, against the odds, against her temperament, against, surely, her up-bringing and against any rational choice that she might make. Here she found herself, on her hands and knees:

"Yes, for god's sake," the thought shouted aloud in her mind, "I'm on my hands and knees crawling over there; crawling to them."

But the thought was overcome immediately by another, a more powerful thought, and one that was directing her behavior at this very minute. It came in a low sexy voice that spoke to Sam from insider her own head:

"Where else should you be? What other position would be as right and true for you right now as this one?"

This was the true thought that Sam had right then. All the rest was there but it was the chatter in the background. The important thing was the challenge of that statement:

"Where else should you be?"

Her mind just then was dominated by that because she took stock and knew only that she was crawling because he told her to, and that was certainly enough for her.

She was crawling toward her sister Emily. She was crawling toward Josh, the Master, her Master.

She allowed herself to use the word, to repeat the word, to taste the word, to enjoy the word, to even, yes, love the word: Master.

And her whole world right then was that she was crawling, crawling naked, absolutely naked toward her master.

This was as far as Sam's mind would stretch right then. If this was the real meaning of being in thrall, then she was certainly in that kind of condition.

Crawling, slowly but still crawling, hands and knees, no normal position but still doing it, hands and knees and still, always crawling.

But crawling as he told her to crawl. She, the older sister, just as lovely, bustier--she was secretly happy that her tits were bigger than Em's:

"Let him see that," she crooned to herself, "Let him see how big and lovely my tits are, bigger than hers, bigger, darker nipples! Lovelier! Bigger! Nicer!"

Sam squashed the thought as unworthy and concentrated instead on how right and proper it was for her to be crawling across the floor here, on this morning, in Em's house, crawling naked toward her Master, Josh, the lawn boy.

Shouted thought of 'the god damned lawn boy, for shit's sake' were simply shunted aside by the repeated mantra that was dominating Sam's thinking:

"Crawling toward my Master; crawling, now just crawling; crawling naked, yes, naked, tits hanging down, big tits hanging down and swinging--

'Oh I hope he likes the way they swing! I hope! I hope! I hope!'--she secretly sang to her self still.

But always the tune was that tune of 'crawling', 'crawling', 'crawling'!

Sam's mind was in a fever about this, about accomplishing her goal of getting to where he wanted her, and getting there the way he wanted her:

Naked:

"Say it, Sammi," she said to herself, "Admit it, Sammi!"

And she did:

"Crawling tit hanging naked, ass wiggling naked, pussy leaking naked, mouth watering naked, senses alive naked, nipples erect naked, ass hole clenched naked, eyes shining naked--all of it, just crawling because Josh her Master had told her to. Told her to do that.

"Get a damn grip on yourself," she fairly shouted and tried to shut down the fever in her mind, the fever generated by her Master's orders and her attempt here and now to carry them out.

"Get a fucking grip, Sammi!" she demanded and it calmed her a bit.

She realized that she was looking at the two of them, looking at those two to whom she was moving, ever so slightly, moving, she was thinking, almost like the female tiger going to take what she wanted.

"No, dummy," came a laughing voice in her head. "Not a female tiger; no, maybe a sacrificial lamb but no damn tiger! Not in his presence."

And that pushed her thoughts in a slightly other direction, all the while she was making her way steadily toward her sister and her lovely, lovely Master, making her way there because he told her to.

And that telling her to was the glory of it. For he was her Master, there was no doubt left, that decision had been made, back at the entrance to the room, back when she was shocked to see and hear that Em was enjoying taking his lovely, big prick in her mouth. That decision was made and Sam wasn't ever going back on it.

He was her Master, it was right, it felt right, it seemed right to her, and that was fine for her.

"If he said 'Crawl naked, ' then by god I will," she thought.

"I will because my Master told me to," she said to herself and that calmed her because it was enough for her there and then.

She looked and she saw Em, smaller titted Em, lovely Em but it was Em who had his cock now and was the only worshipper with it. But she looked and saw him waiting for her, and he was only watching her.

He was watching Sam make this slow, slow, mind confused, thoughts rambling progress across the floor, with tits swaying and nipples peaked and ready, with hips mincing because she was rubbing her thighs against one another with a lovely friction, that was causing all the flooding and all the wetness and all the flow from her pussy.

And finally, finally she was there, next to Em. The two sisters, side by side, in place where he wanted them. In place where he'd ordered Emily to be, and in place where he'd ordered her to approach.

Sam was straining them with her mind but also her body to be there, truly be there with Emily and for him.

She reached out and finally, finally touched his cock. She touched the soft hardness of it, and was in love with it from that second onward.

"Like that, Sam?" he asked in a voice strangled a bit by Em's cock sucking.

"Love it, Master!" she said.

"Good girl," he said then. "You know your place!"

"Yes, sir," she panted, "Here, right now at your cock with my sister, little sister! He at the cock sucking! Here at the cock worship!"

And then Em moved; she moved over a bit to accommodate Sam and give her some room.

And in that moment, Sam loved Em with all her heart; she was sorry for having bragged even to herself about having bigger tits, nicer tits than Em. She loved Em because Em was going to share, to give her room, to give her a place here at the foot of their Master, at the cock of their master.

"Em," she said softly, "I love you."

Emily looked over with her lovely expressive eyes sparkling for Sam and said:

"Sam, I love you too."

Then they kissed and the nice thing about the kiss, the glorious thing about the kiss was that, as they kissed one another, an open mouth, sexy kiss, not the usual sisters peck, as they kissed his cock was pressing against their cheeks. It was wet from Em's mouth and wet from his precum and all of that was for them, for the two sisters, for Em and Sam.

Then they turned from the sister kiss to the proper kiss. They both put their lips against the soft hardness of Josh Evans' prick. They both wrapped their lips around the shaft, as they could, and Sam felt Em's lips touch her own lips with the wonderful bulk of his cock in between.

Sam moaned deep in her throat.

"Our Sam is in love, I think!" Josh said smiling.

"Yes, Master, I am," Sam said, with the shaft of his cock still between her lips.

"I love your cock! Love it!" she continued.

"And I love it too, Master," Emily said immediately afterward.

And then they sucked! They moved around and each had a chance at the head and the bulk of the cock in her mouth. When Emily was sucking on the head and the body of the cock, Sam had her lips wrapped around it's shaft and Josh's balls in her hand.

When Sam had the head and shaft of the cock in her mouth, Emily had her lips around the shaft, and moved down so that she could take his balls in her mouth, first only one at a time but then, with a wide open mouth, both of them at the same time.

For many minutes all that could be heard inside of Emily's home was the loud noise of Sam and Emily's mouths sucking Josh Evan's cock.

At any given moment either one sister's head or the others was bobbing up and down on Josh the lawn boy's prick, Josh the kid's prick, Josh the Master's prick, Josh the one definitely in charge's prick.

During the process Sam and Emily exchanged looks with one another that expressed their love for each other as clearly as anything possibly could. They two, together, kneeling next to each other, both of them stripped naked because Josh, the Master had demanded it of them, and they simply had complied, were worshipping his prick and at the same time loving each other.