Chapter 12

When my sister got to our car, she closed the door, pulled her skirt down to her ankles while seated, and kicked it off without being told to do it by us. Hope buckled herself in and looked at me to see if that met my approval. Hope silently started up the car and started driving out of the school parking lot. My brothers had already gone home, so it was just me and her. She normally drove to pick up my mother at this time.

“You did really well,” I complimented her acceptance of the new rules without having to be told what to do.

“Is that sarcasm?”

“No, you did well. I want you to know that I was pleased with your behavior just now.”

She sat quietly and said nothing while starting up the car. After a few minutes of driving, she asked, “When did you read The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty?”

“I am familiar with it,” I became a little evasive.

“What’s her pen name?” Hope called my bluff and tested my knowledge.

I had no idea. Hope was clearly testing me to see if I had read her book. I definitely hadn’t but now I wanted to read it more than ever.

“A.N. Roquelaure. What are the other books in the trilogy?” Hope told me the answer and then asked another question.

“Look, I don’t know, but I am going to read those books.”

“Why?” she asked calmly, assertively, as she questioned my motivation to suddenly become interested in the dog-eared books that may have inspired her decision to submit.

“I saw them in your room, and I think they influenced you,” I admitted to the truth.

“It’s an erotic fairy tale. I doubt you would enjoy it,” my sister shrugged, as if she no longer cared about the topic.

“I want to know why it speaks to you.”

“What makes you think it does?” she asked. I told her to summarize it for me. “It’s three books about a princess named Beauty. She is trained for the life of a royal sex slave serving in the palace within Prince Charming’s dominion. In the second book, Beauty is punished and sent to the Village to serve in disgrace and constant humiliation. Beauty’s Release is the final story. It opens in the cargo of a ship, where Beauty and several other royal sex slaves from the Village have been kidnapped and are being carried to another realm to serve the Sultan,” she stopped talking and asked me if I was asleep yet.

“Continue,” I insisted.

“Well, I am not doing justice to the book, and I am skipping over many of the characters who are probably more nuanced than Beauty. Tristan cries continually because he misses his Master, Nicolas, whom he loves.”

“Men can be slaves?”

“You misogynistic pig! Of course, they can!”

I chuckled.

“You think because you have a pecker that you couldn’t be dominated? Trust me, if the roles were reversed, I’d have been far crueler to YOU in front of my friends than you could have imagined.”

“Should I be worried?”

“That’s your prerogative. I am just telling you that you would have broken down into jelly, and sniffing my sweaty asshole would be your only reward. You’d learn to love whimpering at my feet. All of you would, including Trent and James.”

“Is that what you want, a scenario like that where we are your slaves?”

“If it was, we’d be doing that,” she said confidently. I dropped it.

“Laurent is my favorite character in the books,” Hope returned to discussing the Beauty series. “Laurent realizes he does not understand love – not the kind of true love that everyone thinks of. Laurent reminisces about Palace life and his time in the Village on the Punishment Cross. He loves being the filthy pig licking boots.”

“So, you enjoyed that part?”

“I’d say that I don’t have the crayons or patience to explain this to you again, but you stole my line,” she smirked I used one of her favorite putdowns recently and now she couldn’t use it on me. I reached over and pulled out her labia and pinched the sides, then started to play with it.

“Don’t try to distract me, Sir. That was mean! Now my friends all think I poached your line.”

“You probably heard it from someone else,” I shrugged. “They aren’t your friends, anyway.”

“Yes, well anyway, whatever they are, and whatever they were to me, I think we view pleasure and pain the way you view consent,” she said with a certainness in her tone. I asked her to explain. She was almost at our Mom’s work. I really wanted to understand what Hope meant by what she had just said.

“You said consent is either on or off, like a light switch. Now you and I that it’s not binary and it’s more nuanced. Well, I like and hate some things. I love some things and loathe them. The things that squick me and terrify me sometimes fascinate me. I don’t want a light switch. I want it all, all the time. I am more like Laurent than I ever realized when I first read the book.”

“That’s too bad because I am going to start calling you Beauty,” I teased her.

“Please do not,” she insisted bluntly. I assumed there was some reason she felt that name didn’t suit her, but I didn’t want to ask why.

“You hate the name Beauty? That means you love it, right?”

“See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you this shit. There are things I hate that I actually just hate. I hate Normie losers who try to make everyone conform to their idea of normal. There are things that I LOVE and that I do not hate, like Bauhaus. That was REALLY clever telling people I hate Bahaus. I can NEVER live that down and if I deny it, they’ll call me a fucking poser. You made my stomach quiver and my asshole pucker because they really believed that about me. Anyway, I hated that feeling of being outed as a griefer who pretends to like Bahaus but secretly hates them, and I enjoyed it at the same time.”

I was trying SO hard to get my head around the idea of hating and loving something at the same time. If anyone could do that, it would be my sister. I processed the world in much simpler terms. I loved Pizza. I hated homework. I did not secretly love homework and, also hate it. My sister was much more complex and I believed that SHE understood what she was saying. I tried to summarize what I thought that was but I made it sound like a joke out of my growing frustration with her logic.

“So, in other words, there is no way to know which thing you hate-hate, love-love, or hate-love?” I snickered. She shrugged and admitted that was actually true. She stopped the car by the sidewalk where Misty was waiting.

“Hello, Sir?” my Mom hopped in the backseat and quickly started tugging her clothes off as we left the parking lot where she works. She barely tried to hide herself as she fidgeted with her work clothes. “Is Hope not permitted to drive by herself?” she asked why I was in the car.

“She is,” I confirmed. I was pleased that my Mom would even accept the idea that now the guys were the de facto authority figures in the house, and we could have made that rule. It had only been a few weeks since the tables had turned around the house, and now I couldn’t see it going back to the way things were. “I just thought I’d hang out with her after school.”

I heard the satisfying click of my Mom applying the handcuffs to her wrists. “I never would have predicted you would want to hang out with Goth kids, Michael. One good thing about this new arrangement is that we seem to spend more time with one another. How do you want me?”

Misty asked the question so casually that I almost didn’t realize that my mother was asking how she was supposed to sit in the backseat. I thought she was asking how I wanted to fuck her next.

“How do you normally sit when you are alone with Hope?” I asked.

“I fuck myself with one dildo and suck on another one, Sir.”

“Oh, you already cuffed your hands behind your back,” I said as I looked at my mother up and down. She looked so sexy sitting on her hands in the backseat, nude with tits out between the seat belt she wore. I offered to get her a dildo.

Misty and Hope both abruptly informed me that my mother could get the dildos and fuck herself with them while being handcuffed. I told my Mom to do that.

“Okay, so how does this all work? When you aren’t in the car, then Hope is still my boss?” my Mom asked calmly as she used her feet to pick up her purse and cradle it. She brought it up off the floor with her knees and deposited it in her lap.

“I thought we went over this?” I asked.

My mother deftly used her mouth to fish a dildo out of her purse. It was a big, fat, black latex dildo. She sucked it a few times and coated it with spit before speaking. “Yes, but if you aren’t in the car, she normally tells me where to put my dildos and what position to get in.”

Misty rolled her eyes and made no comment. I suppressed a smile and patted my sister’s head. “My kinky little dominatrix.”

Hope rolled her eyes and didn’t comment. My mother struggled to move her body over the dildo, and using her hands behind her back, with her legs up, she began to fuck her pussy.

“Oh, I’d make a fantastic dominatrix, Sir. If you ever want to trade places, I would feed you my farts until you learn to love them!” Misty gave me wicked smirk from the backseat. She admitted that she never thought she’d want to be treated like a total slut, but since it began, she has had so many orgasms. “It’s like the floodgates opened once I just trusted you guys. If the roles are ever reversed though, I’ll make you suck your own dicks until you choke on them!” she joked (at least I thought my mother was joking).

“I’d make you all do my bidding, Hope too! But this is too much fun, so you can all eat my ass, we aren’t trading places,” Misty grinned as she sucked one dildo while fucking herself silly on another.

I didn’t answer my mother’s question about Hope’s authority when they were alone. I was still thinking about it.

We’d already gone about a mile, and she stopped looking out the window and worrying about being seen. Instead, she struggled in position with a dildo hanging out of her pussy to get a second dildo to suck all the way home. “Every day, Hope gives me little stretching exercises like this, so it’s not always the same, but also she gets to decide where we stop.”

“Where did you guys stop?” I asked my mother. This was news to me. I thought they came straight home after my mother’s work was over.

Hope grinned with a bemused expression suggesting she was guilty of mischief. “The store.”

“Which stores?”

“Grocery store, clothes store, the adult novelty store ... turns out, when I am not with you three, they don’t always check ID,” she grinned wickedly.

“We also stopped by Edward’s house,” Misty admitted while gulping a dildo and full-on fucking her pussy.

“I wanted to show Mom off and see if he’d fuck her when he could fuck me,” Hope grinned.

“Did he?”

“He’s still got his balls, doesn’t he?” Hope snickered because she was testing Edward’s interest in her. “I actually would have let him. I just wanted to see if Edward was kinky enough to do my mom instead of me. I wanted to see if he was kinky enough to do us both, and he wasn’t.”

I wasn’t particularly happy about that. In the first place, it sounded like Hope was using our mother as one of her loyalty tests. Then she was also trying to see if he was kinky enough to fuck a mother and daughter duo at the same time, which would automatically fail the loyalty test. It seemed like Hope had forgotten that Hope had committed herself to us.

“Misty belongs to US!” I said rather possessively; it borderline sounded insecure. I didn’t mean to come across that way. I wanted to seem authoritative.

“So, she does, and now I do too. If you still want me?”

It was a rare, vulnerable moment. My sister’s question hung in the air like the smell of sweet victory. She seemed to want an answer. I didn’t give her one. I remained quiet. I saw her grow impatient as she expected me to respond.

I let her twist on the car ride home and await my answer. I would have answered my Mom immediately if she asked the question and affirmed that she belonged to me and my brothers. I felt it might be nice to leave Hope hanging. “If you want to go somewhere after school from now on, you need to ask me and my brothers in the group text. Yes, we have a separate chat group for the guys. You can keep the car key and the handcuff key, but I want the front door key.”

“I don’t have a back door key,” Hope said as she pulled into the driveway.

“I know. If you aren’t with Misty, you can wait outside naked on all fours. You are allowed to be naked on the porch in case it rains!”

I took the key ring from my sister and removed her house key. There was something very permanent about taking her key. It felt like I was crossing a line. I didn’t look Hope in the eye, and I could feel my sister simmer. “Take your top off before you get out of the car. It’s not fair that Misty has to walk butt ass naked, and you get to go bottomless.”

I took her skirt from her as I stepped out of the passenger side of the car and left the two of them in the car. When I tried to go in the front door, I realized my brothers had deadbolted the door and I was locked out. We still enjoyed playing practical jokes on each other. None of them left me out there long enough to piss my pants, though.

Meanwhile, Misty and Hope were left outside to have a conversation. When we finally opened the door for them after an hour, they were sitting on their naked asses and laughing as they both had a heart-to-heart. They had braided each other’s hair. My sister looked really cute with blonde pigtails, waiting in the nude to enter the house.

“Seems like you two cunts want to stay out here a little longer?” James observed.

“No sir, we’d like to come in,” Misty said.

“Don’t care! You can let us in or leave us out. I’ve got homework I need to do though,” she pointed to her books.

“Do it outside, and we’ll check it before you can come in,” James decided. He pointed to Misty and told her to crawl inside and make us dinner.

“I knew you guys would go on a power trip,” my sister said as James shut the door on her and left her outside by herself. I don’t think she expected he would do that. I think she expected us to hold the door open for her and be eager to play with her. It was the perfect opportunity to show my sister who was boss.

We casually slapped Misty’s ass and played with her body while she greeted us and started dinner. We thoroughly molested her in very nasty ways, yanked her hair, and did the same things we always did to her while she prepared dinner. Trent even ordered her to pull her ass cheeks apart, and then he jerked off on my mother’s asshole while she waited for things to heat up and bent over the stove.

It felt strange to me – like we should have Hope sitting at the table, making her sassy comments as always. It was like an element of the formula was missing. When I opened the door to check on her, she was down on her knees unapologetically giving head to our neighbor Jerry.

The older man had his jeans down around his ankles; he had placed his hands around my sister’s blonde pigtails. She didn’t stop. Hope opened her eyes and continued sucking while rocking her big tits back and forth.

“Is dick licking your homework?”

“Sorry,” Jerry pulled out of my sister’s throat like I was her father and I caught them behind the bushes of my house. His long, pendulous balls and uncircumcised prick disgusted me. It reminded me of an elephant’s cock for some reason.

“No need to apologize. Did my sister invite you over?”

Hope’s facial expression was a mixture of amusement for getting into mischief and genuine regret and shame for getting caught. “I just thought it was the neighborly thing to do, and I am all done with Trigonometry, Sir.”

“I don’t mind if you let her finish what she started, but in the future, would you ask us and not her?” I indicated my brothers. I knew they were probably watching from the kitchen window. Jerry was apologetic and a little unsure.

“I just need to spank my sister’s ass!”

“Oh, a spanking! I am so nervous! Not that, please!” my sister’s droll sarcasm was palpable.

“Finish him off, then we’ll hang you in the garage and give you a proper spanking!”

“But it’s a Tuesday, Sir! Don’t you bring out the fun toys on weekends?” my sister held Jerry’s dick in one hand and delightfully stroked and caressed it before continuing her blowjob. She didn’t care that he was an old man or that his dick looked droopy.

I watched as she effortlessly cradled his gray balls and then, with a carefree snicker, leaned back and jerked him at the moment he orgasmed. She caught his spurt in her mouth and looked up with pride over her performance.

“Good little cocksucker,” I complimented her just as sarcastically as I could.

She was shocked to see that I had my phone out and had recorded the entire sordid thing. She stuck her tongue out, glared at the camera like she was angry with it, and let some of his cum drip down her chin and onto her fat tits. Jerry promptly got dressed and scurried back home before his wife discovered him.

I grabbed my sister’s ear and nose and then pulled her to her feet. Hope is a big girl, and she’s heavy – top heavy, to be precise. Those tits probably weigh 30 pounds each (I really have no idea, maybe 8 or 10 pounds), and she has a big ass. She could have refused to get up. My sister didn’t make it easier for me. I grabbed her head and spun her arm around her back. I pulled it up and to the side so that it hurt.

“Hey! I’ll go, I’ll go!” she said as she lurched forward. I wasn’t content with her promise. I kicked her forward and tripped her a little. She said she was looking forward to the dungeon to see if it was all it was cracked up to be.

“You had your chance to do this the easy way!”

“Oh good, I love the hard way,” my sister wasn’t afraid. She reached behind and stroked my cock through my jeans. I smacked her hand away and forced her inside. The guys were playing with my Mom and eating.

“I am going to punish Hope. Join me when you finish eating,” I said to my brothers as I took her to the living room. Hope had a big grin on her face when I picked up the broom, we used to cane our mother in the kitchen and began to use it on her. She didn’t defend herself.