Chapter 2

The next couple of days nothing much happened apart from my brother Mark and his friend Pete making me leave the glass shower door fully open and sitting on chairs in the bathroom so they could watch me take a shower and masturbate in front of me while Mum was out of the house. I hated the idea of them staring at me nude lathering up my body with soap and washing it off under the shower. Still, they did have incriminating evidence on me and at least they are only watching me and masturbating and not touching me for the moment.

Maybe the novelty would wear off and I wouldn’t have to do much with them seeing there was only the shower incident over the past couple of days.

I was in my room reading when there was a knock on the door and Mark put his head around the side of the door and said the words I had regretted for the last couple of days.

“Check your email because Pete and I finished making up rules for you” Then he closed the door leaving me alone in my room again.

I put my book on my bed side table and walked over to my laptop curious to know what rules they made for me but on the other hand I was nervous and worried of what the rules were as well. I had to follow them anyway so I built up enough courage to open the email and read it to myself.

Rule one, Whenever Mom is out of the house and we ask you to take a shower you will take a shower with one of us in the shower with you helping you wash your body while the other watches in a chair and the next time we change positions.

Rule two, you will be our humiliation slave whenever we want some entertainment and degrade yourself any way we see fit.

Rule three, To show your loyalty to us for making you our slave you are committed to giving us one blowjob each once a week at a time of our choosing and thank us when you’re finished for feeding you our cum.

Rule four, we can tell you what to wear at any time or what to take off.

Rule five, anytime we ask you to go somewhere with us you will not ask questions and go with us.

Rule six, we will send you random texts from time to time with commands that you will comply to within two minutes or else. (It will not be in front of your friends or mum.)

Rule seven, you are not to masturbate or play with your pussy without asking me or Pete for permission first. If we find out you have without permission you will face the consequences.

I finished reading the email and at their stunned thinking about the boy’s rules for me.

Some I didn’t want to do at all like give them blowjobs once a week especially give one to my stepbrother who was adopted but he still was my brother. Then showering with them would be humiliating for me even though I had them just watching me before but now they would be nude with me washing me and touching me all over. The thought of what humiliating things they would get me to do for their entertainment scares me a little but I would just have to live with it and do my best.

Three weeks had passed since I received my email with my rules in it to follow and I was falling into a routine. Usually, every Friday after school I would be expected to go straight into Marks bedroom and take off my top and bra then wait for them to arrive home they would both lay on Marks bed reading magazines while I was made to suck marks dick and once he had filled my mouth with cum I had to open my mouth so they could see it was there then I had to swallow then Pete’s dick was next doing the same thing. I still felt a little degraded especially having to thank them for feeding me cum.

I was glad they didn’t have big dicks, Mark’s dick was five and a half inched long when erect and Pete’s dick was a little over six inches and sometimes they would tell me to deep throat them so my chin touched their hairy balls making me feel uncomfortable doing it.

To my surprise, they hadn’t tried to make them fuck them yet but being boys I know that scenario will happen sooner or later. Apart from that so far not much else has happened to me to my relief and I figured they were content to leave it like that from now on.

It was Wednesday night and I, Mark, Mom, and Pete were sitting in the lounge room watching a movie together when Mom received a phone call an

Mom went into the kitchen with a concerned look on her face and returned fifteen minutes later.

What’s wrong Mom? I asked as she sat back down and said to us.

“Your auntie Joan died last night and the funeral is on Sunday so I will drive to wear she lived and attends the funeral. I will leave Friday morning and be home Monday afternoon so while I’m away I expect you to be good and Amy is in charge. I will go shopping tomorrow and buy plenty of food to last the weekend.”

I trust you Amy to be in charge and promise me Mark that you will do as you’re told and be good while I’m away.”

Looking at me Mark said to Mom “I promise I will do everything Amy asks me to do. Can Pete stay over on the weekend?”

Mom looked over to Amy and said “it’s up to Amy, do you think you can look after both of them whole I’m away?”

“Yes,” I said reluctantly but still put on a happy face to hide my disappointment from mom.

I knew by the look on Marks face and the way he smiled at me that as soon as Mom was gone I wouldn’t be in charge anymore. And what got me nervous was that I would be at their mercy all weekend with no one else around.

Friday afternoon I sat quietly on the school bus with Mark sitting beside me and Pete right behind me constantly whispering things they wanted me to do for them over the weekend in my ear so none of the others on the bus could hear. I just sat there not saying a word knowing they were trying to embarrass me and make me feel nervous but I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of letting them know I was nervous.