Chapter 13

The first thought that I had when I saw my sister was missing was that Edward had come in and stolen her away. I actually panicked and checked the window to see if he had forced his way in. I realized that was probably unlikely since we were on the second floor of the house, and unless Edward had a rope or sprouted Vampire’s wings, he probably couldn’t have come in that way.

I had tied my sister up very securely the night before. I assumed that she hadn’t made it very far on her own. I didn’t tie Hope up SO tight that it cut off her blood flow, but I used some secure knots.

Imagine my surprise when my brothers and I opened her door and found her snoring, all snuggled up in her cozy room. It was decorated in purple hues and deep blacks. There were tapestries, books, and antique lamps strategically positioned to give the room a cluttered, eclectic look. My sister was really into Disney’s Haunted House and Tim Burton films. She had a lot of nostalgic stuff featuring the ghosts from the Haunted House ride at Disney and even a full-size Esmeralda the Witch’s head in a glass jar that looked creepy as fuck.

My first thought was to destroy all of her stuff to teach her a lesson in disobedience. That seemed a bit extreme. I opted instead to pull my dick out and begin pissing on my sister’s pretty face. Hope looked so peaceful and serene until the first splash of warm piss hit her face.

Hope awoke abruptly to the sound of my brother’s laughing and unzipping their pants to join me. We hosed her down with warm piss.

“Hey, you are getting it all over my covers!” my sister complained angrily. She had a very expensive-looking grey comforter made of wool.

I got angry and cut off my stream mid-piss. “Dammit Hope! Did you suddenly decide that you don’t want to do this anymore and not tell us?”

My sister remained silent. I knew she was still alive. I could see her breathing. Yet, she didn’t react. I wondered how she could sleep through being pissed on!

The most likely scenario was that my sister had cold feet and was having difficulty admitting that she changed her mind. She was stubborn but also not likely to admit when she made a mistake.

My brothers stopped pissing on her when I did. She hadn’t moved.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I am letting you piss on my face, aren’t I? Just don’t splash my walls and sheets!”

“You weren’t supposed to sleep here, cunt. You were supposed to sleep where we told you!” I said. It was like her to have played possum. It spoke to my sister’s twisted sense of humor. I still had my engorged dick in my hand. It was rapidly shrinking because I was confused and frustrated by Hope’s decision to disobey us, and yet she allowed us to pee on her while she was in bed.

“You didn’t tie me up very well. I got out and decided to enjoy one night in my bed.” Hope adjusted herself in the bed and pointed out the ropes that had been discarded on the bed floor. She had warm piss dripping off her nose.

“You don’t get to decide to do anything!” I smacked her face.

“I did, though,” Hope didn’t seem entirely impressed with how hard I hit her face. I didn’t want to knock her block off. I just wanted to get my sister’s attention and get her to take us authority figures seriously. She didn’t try to defend herself or slap me back.

“This isn’t going to work if you make the rules,” I declared in frustration.

My sister pouted and spit some of the piss on her lips off onto the soaked covers she had on. “I agree.”

“Then why are you disobeying us?” Trent demanded to know.

“You said that if I wanted to earn the right to lick dicks and eat in a chair, I could behave myself. I like to struggle. I don’t want to earn the right. I’ll earn it when I feel like it,” my sister said as she got out of bed. She wasn’t wearing any clothes. Her massive tits were still swollen and bruised from the night before.

Hope looked torn up because she slept in her makeup, and her hair was all frizzy and unkempt. My sister made me imagine her as a crack whore that was waking up on her back in an alley. I knew that she normally wore nightgowns or t-shirts to bed.

“You guys used to sneak in here while I was asleep and tie down my sheets so that I couldn’t get out of bed,” she laughed as she started to roll up the sheets. “I always heard you coming and pretended to sleep to see what you’d do.”

I didn’t believe her, but it did make sense. We laughed a lot when we trapped her under her covers so that she couldn’t pull them off. She could have easily slid out. It was just a harmless prank. She’d come downstairs angry in a huff, but Mom would never do anything about it, and Hope only ranted for a little while.

“I kind of enjoyed being locked out of the house, sometimes. I didn’t enjoy pissing my pants at the time, but now I think I’ve always kind of wanted this relationship,” She presented her ass to us like a target as she rolled up her dirty blankets and sheet. I could have smacked it hard.

“You guys didn’t tie me up very well. Then you expect me to not escape and stay put like a dumb little bimbo? That’s not going to work. Tie me up better or make me afraid of the consequences. Don’t let me make the rules.”

“You are making the rules! “You are telling us how to tie you up,” I argued. James and Trent backed me up on that.

My sister cradled her blankets in her arms and went downstairs. We followed.

“I changed my mind then. I am not interested in playing this game with you guys anymore. I am not your slave, and I won’t do what you tell me unless you make me.”

I pushed my sister face down when she was on the last step. I shouldn’t have done that because she could have chipped a tooth or hit her head. She didn’t, though (thankfully). She landed on her huge tits, and they broke her fall. She looked surprised as she fell – almost in slow motion. I jumped on her, flipped her over, and began to slap her face. “Do you want us to kick your ass every morning?”

Hope didn’t say anything. She didn’t fight back. She looked angry, but she barely defended herself. I slapped her tits and kneed her in the groin. I started to punch her belly and yank on her nipples really hard. The guys pulled me off of her because I was ravaging her, and I was doing it out of anger.

I felt like Hope was sending us mixed messages. She wanted to play this game with us, and yet on her own terms. Then she wanted to quit any time she liked if we didn’t meet her often impossible and invisible standards that only she knew. My sister had told us she wanted no limits or rules, and then she insisted on making her own. She also wanted us to guess how much was not enough, and she planned to disobey the moment we couldn’t meet her ideals.

Hope started to stand up. She was limping on one leg. She wiped her lip. I had managed to bust it somehow, and a small trickle of blood was running down her cheek. “Yes, please. Jump me from behind, stomp my ass. Take me anytime you want. You can have me, but you have to take me. I am not going to fight you guys, but at least let me struggle,” she said as she tasted her own blood by licking her finger. Hope looked satisfied by the taste.

“Let me carry this to the laundry room, and then I’ll crawl into the kitchen for breakfast. Okay, Sir?”

I felt regret about kicking my sister’s ass. I wanted to tell her that I could have REALLY hurt her and put her in the hospital. She turned her back to us as if inviting another beat-down and took her blankets to the laundry room.

My mom had heard the commotion from the kitchen. She had seen the fight and was standing there with just her steel collar and high heels. “I don’t think I want things that hard, guys. You can smack me around a little harder, but that looked rough.”

I didn’t feel like beating on my mom. Trent and James did. They smacked her ass and tits, pulled her labia, and led her back into the kitchen. “Don’t tell us how hard we can yank these titties,” Trent laughed as he tickled my mother.

He had Misty on her back, laughing hysterically as he held her down and tickled her, while James teased her by alternatively yanking her tits and nose. “We can yank as hard as we want, can’t we, Misty?”

“No, no, you’ll pull my tits off,” she giggled intensely. It was infectious listening to my mother’s bubbling laughter as the guys played with her roughly in the kitchen. “I have to make the breakfast! Let me up before I pee myself!”

“You’ll let us yank your tits off and make you piss yourself if we want, won’t you?” Trent didn’t lighten up. He kept at it, and so did James. My mom’s effervescent laughter cascaded through the house as she refused them.

Until finally, she squirted pussy juice all over the tile floor and simultaneously said, “Yes, yes, you can pull my tits off! Just let me cum right now! Please!”

“No, cunt!!” James stopped touching my mom abruptly, and she begged him to continue. “Please let me play with myself!! Trent! James ... Michael? Tell them! I’ve been good!”

Misty HAD been good. She had been really well-behaved for weeks. She had never refused us – not really. She had limits but even those were eroding. My mother had never tried to escape or untie herself. I realized that I used the same knots that Misty had found easy to get out of to tie my mother up, and it was likely she could have always wriggled out of them but had chosen not to do it.

I was having doubts that I was a very good “master”. I felt like my sister was walking all over us and challenging us to be rougher. I felt like I wasn’t even tying them up right because she was so critical that nothing was tight enough for her tastes and proving she could wriggle out.

Hope crawled into the kitchen at the same time that my mother was flopping around on the floor, begging to touch herself. Trent and James kicked Misty’s hands away from her tits and pussy and denied her an orgasm. They insisted that she lap up her own squirt.

Misty was wallowing in the sticky liquid on the tile because she had gotten really turned on during the five minutes my brothers teased her.

Hope crawled over to the mess and began to lap it up.

“What are you doing, Cunt. I didn’t tell you to lick Misty’s piss up.”

“Are you going to stop me, Sir?”

I wanted to rub my sister’s face in it. I definitely didn’t want to stop her.

“You are going to make me drink piss this morning. I might as well get started. I am still getting used to the taste.”

“I should turn you into a full toilet!”

“Are you trying to scare me, Sir?” Hope lapped up the piss while my mother calmed herself with the realization that she had a lot more to do to earn the right to orgasm today.

“We are public toilets,” Misty reminded Hope.

“You are a urinal that licks asses and used butt plugs. The only piss you drink is ours,” my sister sneered as she lapped up her mother’s piss for her. Misty joined her voluntarily.

“Hope, I was puzzled when you first saw me get tied up and made fun of me. I thought you were into freaky whips and chain stuff and would have supported my exploration.”

“I did,” Hope said.

“No, you made fun of me constantly and ridiculed everyone. You turned up your nose at it.”

Hope didn’t say anything. She blushed a little.

“You seemed to enjoy bossing me around when I cleaned your room and when we were alone in the car.”

Hope blushed a little more. “Yeah, so?”

“I thought you’d join your brothers, and I’d be your Pet. I thought you liked having the freedom of driving the car anywhere you liked to go.”

“I do,” Hope shrugged. Misty and Hope were on their hands and knees, having a heart-to-heart discussion while we watched. I felt like that was necessary. I joked that they could finally “see eye to eye” from the floor.

“I don’t understand why you’d want to give that up,” our mom said.

“Do you understand why YOU wanted to give it up?” was all Hope had to say to get a look of understanding back from our mother.

“I haven’t said a word about you exploring submission because I understand better than any that you have to try something to see if you like it. Don’t you think you are biting off a little much, asking them to push you down and kick your ass and make you into a full toilet? I didn’t start out asking for this much, it just kind of happened.”

“I didn’t ask for anything,” Hope sneered again and stuck her nose up. She turned to my mother and got very close to her face. “I said that I don’t want to have any limits, and If they want to make me obey, then they need to make me. I survived the fall. I know my brothers love me, and they are struggling with my brattiness. I can’t be like you.”

“You’d be surprised how alike we really are, Hope,” my mom assured her daughter. I just hope that you know what you are signing up for.

My sister knelt and rose off the tile floor. She begged us to get our phones out and record her. “I am Hope Hunt. I am not being coerced, blackmailed, or paid to say or do any of this. I am CONSENTING to a non-consensual relationship with my brothers. I give my brothers permission to do the following. They CAN beat my ass, they can fuck me, they can turn me into a whore, they can choke me, gag me, they can treat me like a dog, they can turn me into a toilet. I’ll do anything they want as long as they MAKE me. I am not their slave, but I’ll voluntarily do what they tell me. I don’t hold them responsible if I get a boo-boo. I know they aren’t going to cut me up into little bits, but I am down to do whatever. Let this be a video record of my consent because, after this, I don’t want to be asked if I am sure or if I understand what I am asking for.”

It was profound, and awesome. I felt she really meant every word of her statement and now I wanted that with my sister. Hope went back down to her hands and knees when she finished with what she had to say.