Chapter 8

My sister’s blonde hair was teased out and looked a little like bright yellow cotton candy. She wore garish blue mascara and dark eyeliner, making her look a little like a clown version of a street-walking prostitute. She wore a more formal leather collar with a stainless-steel hoop in the center.

As a Goth girl, my sister had been collecting and wearing collars as fashion accessories since before she became a teenager. It wasn’t unusual for her to wear a collar. Hope had given the one that her mother wore to her as a gift.

What was shocking was that Hope was completely nude except for a pair of stiletto-high heels and some leather straps. She had powdered her body with talcum powder, and it gave her milky white skin a quality like she was made of marshmallow and tinged with light maraschino cherry highlights. My sister knew how to blend her makeup in very provocative ways and I knew that her appearance was no accident. She planned her look.

Hope walked into the living room nervously. My sister normally strode defiantly or sashayed with an aura of aloof indifference about her. I had never seen her body language reflect walking with a tail between her legs. lt seemed like my sister might be genuinely nervous about how she was presenting herself right then. She’d fooled me before though, so I was skeptical.

When she had made the offer to continue the charade around Robert, she had been flippant, as if performing the role of a slave would mean nothing to her because it was simply an act designed to get his goat. There was this almost “Tral-a-la-la? Humiliate myself by crawling naked? Sure, why not?” quality to how she had agreed that she would reprise her role if my father ever returned.

Granted, my absentee dad wasn’t around very often, so Hope may have felt confident she wouldn’t have to make good on her promises. Yet, now that there was no reason for my sister to behave this way, she seemed more vulnerable, almost nervous about our possible reaction to her shocking behavior.

That’s exactly what Hope was doing now. She had packed a dildo into her ass, and the cock head was sticking out so that it looked a little like the tip of a beast’s tail turtling between her ass crack. She had trouble clenching it as she walked in. I noticed immediately that it hung down between her legs in the back.

She had stuffed a smaller dildo into her bald pussy, and four inches of it hung out of her slit. She also had a slender dildo sticking out of her mouth that made it look like she was dangling a pink tongue or maybe smoking the slender sex toy like a cigar.

Hope had handcuffed herself with the set of handcuffs we bought at the Dollar Store. They had a switch on them that made it easy to unlock if you didn’t have the key. I wondered what this was all about. My brothers were clearly just as surprised by her sudden appearance. This was the third time she had shocked us like this and each time we stopped in silence and watched her approach us.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The time my sister was naked when Robert and Doug were at the house was very fleeting and over quickly. I had a full minute to just drink my sister’s body in. She was stacked—huge pendulous tits that exuded a kind of sexuality hung down on her chest. Her nipples were decorated with two big hoops, and it appeared she may have stiffened her own nipples before her entrance because they looked unnaturally hard.

I noticed that my sister did not roll her eyes at us the way she had in the kitchen when she told us we could slap her tits. She looked down upon us as if we were dorks when we were shocked by her big fat boobs hanging out. This time, she looked almost respectful as she approached us slowly.

I noticed the goosebumps and fine blonde hairs on her arms were bristling. That wasn’t something you could just fake.

Hope had a very large, round ass, and she clenched her cheeks tightly. She wasn’t “fat,” but she was on the plus side. The fact that she looked like a spoiled princess with all that make-up and her slightly turned-up nose made her being plugged and cuffed even sexier to me. There was something about her unbridled arrogance being contained by the plugs and humbled that was delicious and different than how it was for my mother.

Misty reveled in the sensation and usually seemed hungry to have toys plunged into her pussy and ass. That wasn’t how my sister acted at all. My sister didn’t seem hungry OR horny. She seemed humbled and that was beyond intoxicating to me.

There was something satisfying about seeing a stuck-up bitch get her comeuppance, even if it was self-inflicted by my sister. I could imagine her as a regal princess being marched through the streets this way after her capital was conquered. Throngs of her own citizens would turn out to revel at her humiliation and join in throwing rotten vegetables at her while she sniffled and endured a slow, shameful walk through what was once hers.

I saw all of that in an instant.

She mumbled, very unclearly, something about not wanting to interrupt and being willing to wait until we were ready to talk.

“I think you’ve already interrupted,” I assured her with a droll expression on my face. I was testing her. I wanted to see my sister stick her tongue out or roll her eyes. She didn’t take the bait. She stood there awkwardly.

I asked her to clarify if she wanted to say something at the Reflection. My sister’s participation in the past had been simply to make snide remarks as she interrupted. This would be the first time she participated in our family review of the week.

Hope nodded that she did. I pointed to the carpet, and my sister went down to her knees and adopted the same pose that my mother held on the ground at our feet. Her legs were spread wide enough that the dildo almost dropped out, but her handcuffs in the back prevented her from fixing it.

I almost reached for the dildo to fix it for her. That’s what I would have done for my mom. I decided not to try to touch the dildo until we heard her out.

Instead, I removed the dildo from her throat. My sister’s spit and phlegm coated the end of it. She didn’t balk when I removed it. “Speak,’ I commanded. If she was going to play at being a slave, I would oblige her.

“I have a favor to ask,” my sister gasped as I withdrew the medium-sized sex toy from her throat. My guard instantly went up. My sister was good at manipulating and her “favors” usually meant a major inconvenience to the rest of us.

My sister looked pleased to be on her knees. I noticed that she had twisted wire around her nipples to elongate them. It looked painful and it was a nice touch. Hope had obviously gone to great lengths to commit fully to presenting herself like this.

“You went to a lot of trouble to ask to borrow the car,” James teased her by suggesting that was the favor she wanted. Everyone but Hope had a good laugh. My mom snickered a little because she was still gagged with her dildo.

“It’s kind of part of the favor,” Hope admitted, remaining serious. She appeared wistful and undecided about whether this was the right approach or not. We told her to just spit it out. “You are going to see me like this if Robert ever comes over again anyway,” she shrugged. I wasn’t sure I would have packed my sister’s asshole with a dildo. I admired how tightly her butthole gripped it and the little bit of skin around the edge of the hole that was exposed as the black dildo in her butt emerged like a fat, solid turd.

I tried to get a better look at it, without making it obvious. She didn’t roll her eyes at me even though she must have realized I wasn’t looking her in the eyes when she spoke.

“I have a friend coming over, and I’d like to wait like this until he arrives. You can tease me when he gets here and suspend rules one and two, again.”

That was unexpected. We waited for the other shoe to drop. My sister usually had more conditions when she requested a favor and this sounded too good to be true.

“Basically, I want you to pretend like I am your pet, when he gets here.”

“And?” I knew there had to be more to it. That was too easy and she wouldn’t have had to go to such dramatic lengths to get us to agree to it.

“And shortly after he gets here, I want you to offer to make me suck his cock and send me to my room with him.”

“Who is the friend?” I asked.

“Does it matter?”

“If you want our help,” I said. I was going to do it no matter what, because this was fascinating, but I wanted to know.

“Edward.” Hope seemed more embarrassed about admitting her visitor was a was a pretentious goth ex-boyfriend than she did about the fact she had six inches of dildo hanging out of her poop chute. I knew of Edward. He dressed like a vampire and wore his hair like Robert Smith from the Cure. He was a real poser as far as I was concerned. I thought my sister could do much better than him. She was obviously not over their breakup.

If I knew my sister, she was probably going to engineer things so that he wanted her, and then break up with him again just to hurt him. I wasn’t entirely opposed to that since I thought Edward was some kind of king ass hat.

“That’s fine,” I shrugged. I assumed she wanted us to lay it on thick, so she could rub it in his face, like she did our father. She might have wanted to see if he’d really fuck her against her will if we offered her pussy to him. I assumed it was one of my sister’s demented loyalty tests where she would tempt her ex with the possibility of easy pussy, only to validate what she already thought about him.

James and Trent were definitely on board without further question for my sister’s reasons. “Any time he comes over, you’ll change and roleplay?” I asked if we could expect her to act like this in the future when he visits.

“I don’t know if Edward will come over very often, but maybe,” she offered demurely. I was surprised she was so willing to commit to the role. I would never have had the nerve to appear in front of my family in the nude with something up my ass like that.

“You’d better get used to calling us ‘Sir’, whore,” I said, moving to smack her. Hope gave me a glare that suggested I better rethink my actions.

“You can start when he gets here, Sir. I’ll wait like this. I doubt he is going to want to hang out in the living room for long, so just offer me to him and see what happens, please?”

Her tone was much less demure, and bordering on her normal casual sarcasm. This was a game to her and it was like my sister to impose artificial rules and boundaries.

“I think I’d love to keep you like a puppet on a string for as long as possible,” I said before asking, “So you invited Edward over here before finding out if we’d say yes?”

“I assumed you wouldn’t have any problem with it, Sir. You didn’t when I goofed on Robert and Doug. Just do this for me, and I’ll owe you one, okay?”

She didn’t want to start until Edward got there, but Hope called me “Sir” and that was delicious. My own mother had a problem with that for the longest time.

“An indulgence?” I asked if my sister would grant us the same sort of indulgence Misty did.

Hope sighed a little. “Yes, I’ll owe each of you an indulgence, but I am not going to jerk you off like Misty does,” she assured us. That was something we thought we had kept secret from Hope. Misty let us masturbate on her all the time and even occasionally put her lips close enough to our cocks to kiss them. However, she only jerked us off as an indulgence in private.

It was one of these things that we all knew was sexual, and it probably crossed the line but did anyway.

I decided not to dwell on what we COULD make her do to redeem the indulgence. I simply nodded and my brothers did as well.

It was easy enough to agree to the terms. We sat down and waited awkwardly. Trent tried to snap a picture with his cell phone without our sister noticing. “I’ll break your knuckles and make you eat your iPhone,’ she gritted her teeth from the ground.

Misty waited right next to Hope, diligently waiting for her turn to speak We were probably doing a disservice to my mother. We were supposed to be telling her what she did well, and what we wanted her to do more of, before letting her have a turn to do the same thing. This was a session we agreed was going to be useful to adjust the rules as we went. However, we were all stuck on the fact that Hope had joined the event.

We waited for Hope to say something else or do a trick. She didn’t. She simply remained kneeling and looked straight ahead.

I removed Misty’s dildo gag and asked her if she had any feedback from the week, to continue the Reflection session.

“I enjoyed going to the Ren Faire, and this weekend was a blast. I wasn’t prepared when Robert and Doug dropped in. I don’t think I am prepared for my friends to come over and visit me while I am this way. I’d like to see how Hope handles it with her boyfriend,” She kept her comments brief. “What should I do while he is here?”

“Nothing. You aren’t the focus. You just stay where you are. If he asks, we do this together, and that’s all you need to say,” Hope answered for us. Hope wasn’t in charge of our mom (except when she cleaned Hope’s room, but I didn’t contradict her).

“Do you want us to give him a choice between sex with you and sex with Misty?” I asked my sister.

“No, why would I want that?” Hope sneered.

“Watch the tone, slut! You are testing him, obviously. I don’t know why, but I am sure it’s for some scheme or manipulation. We are just prop actors to you for some game you are playing with Edward. If he picks Misty over you, then you would know he isn’t worth your time,” I explained.

“You always overcomplicate everything, Michael. Just do me this one favor the way that I asked, please,” Hope didn’t address what I said. I felt like she had made a fair point and maybe I had been too harsh with her.

I apologized, and we went back to waiting for him. We uncuffed the girls so that Hope would be ready to meet Edward. I didn’t want them to get cramps. My sister didn’t even thank me for my generosity. It wasn’t long before we heard the doorbell ring. Hope told me to walk her to the door and make her answer it.

“It’d be cool if it was Oliver again,” I joked as Hope heeled at my feet and followed me to the door. She had a leash attached to her collar but I let it drag the ground. It seemed more like a prop and not something practical I could yank her around with. I was also genuinely a little concerned about going too far with her. I wasn’t sure what might set her off. This charade was for Edward’s benefit, not mine.

I loved watching her back muscles flex as she padded across the carpet, dragging her massive bare tits. The dildo in her pussy had fallen out. “You can shove it back in. You want to, I am sure,” she said.

I did just that. Hope’s pussy was wet and the dildo was small enough that it slid right in. Technically, I had just “fucked” her pussy with a single stroke of my hand. The scent of her musky pussy was thick and I didn’t dwell on what I had just done. I simply adjusted the dildo so that it would be inside her as far as it could go. I knew she wanted part of it to be exposed for shock value, but I left only the tip visible.

At the same time, I got a nice long look at her sweaty ass crack, and the dildo packing her tight asshole. My sister’s back was developing a nice sheen of sweat, but the scent of her pussy and some old timey Parisian Parfum, covered up the smell of sweat.

She could only crawl on her knees, because her hands were cuffed behind her back. It was a slow, obviously painful plod across the carpet with her tits down in front of her. She fell on her face a few times as she struggled with her balance.

“If it is Oliver, invite him in. The more the merrier,” Hope giggled in a sexy but dangerous voice that made her seem like a nymphomaniac crossed with a psychopath. It was a new tone that I hadn’t heard before. It wasn’t quite “submissive” and reserved, but it also wasn’t quite natural either.

“Is this the voice you are going to use when he gets here?”

Hope’s silence suggested that she was rethinking her bimbo “Devil may care” persona. She suddenly changed gears. “If it’s one of your friends, you can make me fuck him, sir,” she said in a more polite but almost robotic tone. I advised her that was better but that she should just relax and talk the way she did when Robert and Doug came over.

I could hear her roll her eyes in her silence, even though my sister said nothing. “I don’t remember how I talked,” she finally said as the doorbell rang a second time. It took us a while to get to the door because Hope crawled painfully slow. She moved her entire body with every step, and her ass cheeks and tits swung and jiggled with the effort that it took.

The tall teenager standing at the door reminded me of a young Robert Smith from The Cure crossed with the pretentiously smug vampire from the Twilight series. He even shared the same name as the main character. I had seen him at school plenty of times. He looked almost like a cartoon character because he was so flamboyant.

“Edward,” I greeted him curtly.

“Michael,” he acknowledged. He looked down at his ex-girlfriend and didn’t seem surprised at all. She remained in a subservient position at my side, like a loyal dog awaiting her master’s command.

“I suppose you can’t come in unless I invite you?” I joked. He seemed confused until I explained that was the rule with vampires. “They have to be invited to cross the threshold? I didn’t watch the Twilight Saga movies,” I quipped with a little sarcasm.

“I think technically that is the rule with everyone, or it’s breaking and entering,” he replied dryly without reacting to my tone. Edward really was impossibly handsome, with a little trace of stubble. Every black hair on his head was perfectly in place. He wore a brocade peacoat navy blue jacket reminiscent of a Frenchman on his way to get a baguette in Paris. His faded jeans probably cost 300 dollars, and I noticed his nails were perfectly filed and painted black. Edward wore a little eyeliner that gave him a rock star look. He followed me in and looked down on his ex-girlfriend.