Chapter 9

Our family was falling apart yet again. I almost sighed, but a strange perspective struck me harder than my mother had.

“Nell!” I jumped up. “I know what we need!”

Two pairs of doubting female eyes pierced me.

I pointed. “It’s Mom. We need her!”

“I’ll take that appreciation, Craig, but what the hells are you talking about?”

“Nell, you don’t want to give up your sexual freedom.” I turned to Mom. “I totally want her to be my ready and willing slave, but she wants to negotiate.”

“That’s how sex works best, my idiot son.” Mom looked at me as if I had turned Evangelical.

“Yeah, and um, no.” I had become pretty quick at opening my trousers and shucking them with my boxers. I pushed all to my knees and let free the monster awaiting behind them. “Now before either of you get all pissy about unwanted cock presence, answer this. Truthfully, did you want my cock before I pulled it out?”

They didn’t have to exchange glances. Two heads gave glacial nods.

Their suspicion infected nods still gave me confidence. “We’re past the, ‘who fucked and who sucked’ rivalry between you two cock whores. What’s important now is obtaining satisfaction.” I looked respectfully at my sexy sister. “Mom, will you be Nell’s and my mediator?”

My mother sat on the bed and toyed with her great white panties. “You’ve lost me, Craig, but if Nell doesn’t mind returning from whence she rudely interrupted, I’m game.” She licked her lips, not shy about admiring my erection.

“I get it, Mom.” Nell grumbled. “Little Brother here doesn’t want to negotiate, because that would undercut what he really wants, power over both of us.”

“Ah, pardon my poor, graduate degree in business management.” Mom crossed her arms over her broad chest and stepped wide in her bulletproof panties. Her crotch was shaved exactly the amount it took to keep dark curls from peeking out.

“Mom, tell your smoking hot daughter to talk to you about access to my dick.”

She argued, “I take it I’m not going to be the unbiased mediator that protocol typically demands. In fact, you’re making me sound like a pimp!”

“Mom, tell the asshole to stick his prick up his nose and shoot his brain full of spunk!”

“HEY, you two! You know,” Her zeal was eroding. “I’ve had a-”

“Hard day!” Nell and I agreed loudly. We didn’t care. This was too important to beg off for a bit of rest.

“Drat.” Mom scrutinized her cock crazy children from her own cock crazy perspective. She sighed. “Let’s set some ground rules.

“First, we are NOT going to have a three-way.”

My dick was undaunted, but her first rule sliced off the fantasy equivalent of one of my balls.

“Second, Nell, you and I have to admit to our real problem. To be clear, we’re staring at it.”

“I hate the second rule, Mom.” Who wanted to admit to being big cock slaves?

“So do I.”

Smoke curled out of their ears. Each woman had tried to deny their cornerstone desire, but they kept falling back to try and coax or seduce what they wanted from me.

“Nell, you’re able to admit it, tell me what’s left for us.”

“Fuck, Mom, you’re saying we’re powerless!” Nell still had trouble admitting her fetish was stronger than her pride.

“Not completely. Not much at all in fact. We have our normal lives. Even the strongest fantasies can’t override what we do when we’re not horny as fuck.”

“Unless you’re broken in other ways.”

“Fetishes aren’t something that’s broken. Think of them like super powers.” She meant the Spiderman adage.

“Craig, I know Mom’s right, but I’m still not buying that I need to submit abjectly to enjoy your super cock.”

“Daughter, either take your dignity out of the room or accept your limits. I don’t care. Do the first thing, and I’m going get on my knees to beg your brother for a good, hard fucking. Do the second, and I’m going to take a nap. They’re neck and neck in my priorities.”

“Nell,” I shrugged. “I can settle for one slut slave, but is that the family situation you want to live around?”

“Craig!” Mom shook a fist at me. “Don’t you dare threaten her with abandoning our family!”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean it that way.”

My sister looked like a hot-pot ready to vent steam.

Mother aimed her gaze ceiling-ward. “Ooooo, the suspense of it all.”

No steam or other explosions tore my frustrated sister ass from tits. She took a deep breath and turned to the door. Her feet moved her away. “Craig, may I please speak with you in my room?”

Mom was guaranteed pussy. Nell was a proven tease. Truthfully, Mom was my favorite - except for the cheating on Dad part. Despite Mom’s assurance that she had leeway, I followed Nell into the hall, telling myself Mom probably needed a nap. She’d been talking crazy since arriving home. “I’d be happy to, Nell.” I had to pull up my pants, first.

Big Sis bid me when I entered her room. “Close the door. Mom is probably conked out on her bed.”

When the door’s bolt clicked into the frame’s socket, Nell looked suddenly very sad. Was she putting on an act? “I’ve never had to doubt my personality, Craig. Can you imagine how difficult this is for me?”

“No, Sis. I would say I trust you, but-”

“Yeah, it’ll take me a while to climb out of the hole I dug.”

“It’s not that deep. If I wasn’t such an ass about getting what I want, I’d enjoy vanilla sex with you - because what I want is a fantasy, what you want is a deep rooted desire.” I held myself to continue being an asshole.

“It’s maddening!” Nell’s frustration returned with fresh sparks in her eyes.

“Slaves are free to feel anything they want to feel. Aren’t you always second-guessing your emotions, so you don’t lose control in social interactions?”

“Did Mom tell you that?”

“Hey, I’ve read - a book, or two.”

“Remind me to burn down Amazon’s porn section, after we’re done here.”

“Take off your clothes and get on your knees.” I tried, hoping the matter had finally settled.

Despite Nell’s frustration, sexual and otherwise, a bit of her sadness returned. She peeled her black top up off of her torso and unbuttoned her rust red, miniskirt. She didn’t waste time pushing down the skirt. But she surprised me when she dug her manicured nails into her leggings’ crotch panel and ripped it open! The shards dangled around her gold lamé panties while my incredibly sexy sister unhooked her bra and unleashed perfect DD cup knockers, incredibly firm for their size and sporting turgid nipples. I’d seen them before, but afterwards a person quickly convinces themselves that they were merely magnificent.

She paused to study my reaction, but her hands mangled her bra in front of her bellybutton like strangling a kitten. “I’m not sure what my limits are, forcing myself to be submissive. Tread carefully on me, or you may discover my limits in very painful ways.”

My dick lurched from my knee-jerk imagination of what she might inflict. “I can’t make any promises, but I am motivated to avoid bodily harm, that includes harm to you.”

“You really know how to charm your new fuck slave.” Nell pushed down her panties and ruined leggings. Gods, the insides of her thighs were glistening!

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back. Cross your wrists and wait there.”

She obeyed but asked, “Does this game include a special title for you?”

“Call me Big Brother. Never call me Bro again, game or no game.” I bent to her junk heap of an inkjet printer and pulled out the plugs at both ends of its power cord. “I remember reading that these things are painful and too constricting.” I wrapped it around her wrists but loosely tied it. “I’ll use something better suited, next time. Don’t test this wrapping. It’ll probably fall off in a matter of seconds. Obey its intent.”

“Thank you, Big Brother.” She’d seen more porn in a week, than I had in a year.

I slapped her bare ass! SMACK! Her pert cheeks shuddered, but she didn’t utter a peep. She’d expected me to test her. And yet, she said. “I have a question, Big Brother.”

“Shoot.” I reached around to her light fur muff and slid my middle finger along her wet groove. My sister’s hips reacted more violently from that investigative touch than the hard swat I’d delivered to her taut posterior!

“Why the bondage?”

“That’s a good question, Slave. I actually want to answer it.” I grabbed a handful of cunt hair and clenched! “I didn’t like it when you came on my dick and ran off. This time I’m making sure my next spunk load goes where it belongs.”

“That’s an impregnation reference. I’m on the pill.”

CRACK! I hauled back my left hand and struck her butt as hard as I could. “Speak when spoken to. Didn’t you hear me qualify my last answer?” Emphasis on the word last.

Nell’s incredible body lurched from the impact! I was pleased to hear a grunt issue from her guts. “Thank you, Big Brother.” She taunted with a little sarcasm.

“Turn to me, Cunt. Fall on your knees. Open my pants with your teeth. That’ll shut you up.”

She nodded and bent her knees until they touched the carpet. Shuffling closer, she leaned forward and took my trouser button in her teeth. She dutifully kept her hands behind her back. Nell worked her tongue and lips, trying to slip it through the cloth eye.

“Don’t let yourself get frustrated, Slut. I’m not in a hurry.” I lied. I wanted like crazy to bang her cunt and cum against her womb! My dick pulsed like a cartoon time bomb.

She had trouble, and it did frustrate her. My sister was a person who expected excellence from herself more than others. Her lips fumbled and her tongue slipped off of the button a few times. But in less than a minute, she had cleared the main fastener. Taking the zipper tab in her teeth, she zidded it down. The pressure within finished the task for her, my dick pressing out behind my grey boxers.

Suddenly, I felt teeth clamping sideways along my cock’s length, thin cotton cover notwithstanding. It was my turn to shudder and wince, but Nell’s teeth eased off as quickly as they had clamped on. I could only guess, having brought forth the object of her desire, she jumped at it’s semi-availability before she remembered the game she had to play to get it.

“Hey!” I nearly chuckled. “You’re such a cock slut, Nell! I want your face hole on my dick as much as you do, but you’ve got more work to do.”

Non-rattled by my ‘master’ blather, she took one side of my trouser’s waistband in her teeth and tugged it. Then she worked the other side down to the middle of my thighs. Her mouth returned to my boxers and attempted the same thing, but my dick acted like a hook. She had to pull down the front first.

I jerked my hips forward and tagged her nose with a spot of pre-cum. “Marking you, Bitch, with my cum.”

“Eww.” She blinked but worked harder to draw my drawers lower. I kept wagging my dick, slapping her face until my balls dangled in the open air. I’m pretty sure Nell relished the meaty but light slaps. My oozing pre-cum, not so much.

“You can’t wash your face, until I tell you, Nell. I want to see dry specks tomorrow.”

“This slave shit ends when you get off.” She managed to suppress the growl somewhat.

“Yeah, no.” I stepped back and stuffed my dick into the boxers. Holding my trousers at mid thigh, I shuffled to the door and opened it. We both knew, Mom would always be there for me.

“Please forgive your stupid slut slave, Big Brother.” She actually bowed to me.

“Mom is right about about me. I’m not going to interfere greatly with your regular life. That would ruin everyone’s fun, quickly. But you can go a day with some flakes of cum on your face.”

“Yes.” She nodded.

I re-closed the door and turned to her again. “Waddle up to me, Cunt.” I spoke with anger that I wasn’t feeling.

She stepped up on her knees, curious. I raised my hand obviously. She didn’t flinch.

SMACK! I slapped her. “You don’t get to approve of my choices.” We were playing a game, but I was playing to win. Her only victory would be to obey me completely when we played.

She took the blow but fumed, lips pursed. I slapped her face again medium strength. “Thank me.”