Chapter 3: Maid Service

“Leah,” Susan said at breakfast the next morning, “Ms. Williams mentioned last night that she was wondering if you’d like to earn some extra money.”

“Doing what?” said Leah, perking up at the prospect of having some cash in hand.

“She wants some help cleaning house on Sunday.”

“How much is she paying?”

“I don’t know. You’ll have to negotiate that with her, but I’m pretty sure that it’s decent money.”

“Cool. Hey, why don’t you guys pay me for cleaning this house?”

“We already do pay you,” I interjected. “We give you food, clothes, and a place to sleep.”

“That’s very dad of you,” said Susan.

“Can I earn some money too?” said Kenzie.

“I think there’s only enough work for one at the Williamses,” said Susan, “but I’ll keep my eyes peeled for other job opportunities.”

The prospect of seeing my oldest daughter as a sexy maid got me thinking about Charlotte. She wasn’t really a maid but was probably the closest we’d ever had to having one. She was the au pair that followed Karl.

When Karl gave his notice, we went back to the same agency, and Charlotte was one of the au pairs they sent to interview. Karl had mentioned that she was a friend of his and he had recommended her, but neither Susan nor I made anything of that, other than that we trusted Karl’s judgment in that she was trustworthy and would be good with the girls. We certainly had no sexual expectations; there was no way we would luck out like that again, or so we thought.

Charlotte was beautiful, English, and very Goth, the palest of pale white skin and long black hair, dark blue eyes, black lipstick, a sleeve of tattoos down her left arm, and a piercing through her lower lip. I have to admit to some negative bias upon seeing her but said to myself that if Karl thought well of her, she must be all right.

She said all the right things in the interview, and the girls took to her right away. Then as she was leaving, she said, “Karl told me all about you, and I think we can have a lot fun together.”

If Susan and I had any doubts about her, they vanished in that moment.

So, Charlotte moved in with us. This time, Susan and I made no pretense about being a normal brother and sister. And when I came home from work that first day, the girls were down for their nap, and Charlotte and Susan were locked in a sixty-nine on our bed.

When they noticed me, Charlotte jumped up, came over, and knelt before me, unzipping my fly.

“Whoa, I need to pee first,” I told her.

“That’s fine, I’m right here,” she said, pulling my cock out of my pants and opening her mouth wide.

Needless to say, I was floored, and Susan’s eyes opened wide. At first, I couldn’t pee, my bladder had suddenly gone shy. But I really needed to go, and soon a thin stream of yellow liquid spurted out. Charlotte caught it all in her open mouth. I couldn’t maintain a steady stream, which was probably a good thing, as I don’t think Charlotte could have handled me at full blast and it would have made a mess on the bedroom carpet. But my stop and go stream allowed her to swallow between bursts.

Watching her gulp down my piss got me excited and hard, and that interrupted my stream more. And soon I could go no more. I picked her up, bent her over the bed and slid into her. She was already wet and slick from her oral session with Susan, so it was smooth entry. Charlotte groaned appreciatingly.

I started pumping in and out hard, and soon Charlotte was shaking with an orgasm. Susan just sat on the bed and watched, playing with her herself. And a moment later I was pumping my sperm into Charlotte’s pussy. To this day, it was the most satisfying quickie I’ve ever had.

I had never thought of watersports as something I would get into. And truth be told, neither Susan nor I are really all that into it, but Charlotte got so excited by even the thought of being pissed on, that it amped up Susan’s and my excitement. In other words, we got into it because it turned Charlotte on so much. That afternoon started something of a tradition. When I came home from work in the afternoon, Charlotte was there to be my toilet. I made sure to pee some before I left work, leaving some left over, so that I wouldn’t overwhelm her. We also bought a rubber mattress protector, so we could engage in watersports in bed. Otherwise, we kept it to the bathrooms or downstairs in the dungeon, where the padding on the floor was water resistant and made for easy clean up.

Speaking of which, that’s when we opened up the dungeon again. Charlotte was in heaven. We had never shown it to Karl—I don’t know why; he probably would have enjoyed it too—so he obviously hadn’t told her about it. But most of our sexual activities from that point on took place there. We put a baby monitor down there, so we could hear if the girls needed anything upstairs, and we ended up spending many an evening there.

The first night after we showed Charlotte the dungeon, I read the girls a story and tucked them in. They went out like a light, then I went downstairs and couldn’t find Susan or Charlotte. I went down into the basement and saw the dungeon door was open. I stepped inside.

Charlotte was suspended on the St. Andrew’s cross, arms and legs spread wide. Susan was sucking at her right breast and plunging a rather large dildo in and out of her cunt.

I quickly stripped and joined my sister, sucking at Charlotte’s left breast. Susan already had her worked up, and as soon as I joined in, Charlotte started convulsing, straining against the straps that held her to the cross, saying “stop, stop, stop.” I stopped sucking for a moment, but Susan would have none of it. She kept working the dildo in and out, faster and faster. Charlotte bucked more violently, yelling out, “oh God, make it stop, God, oh God, stop.” Eventually, she settled down, and Susan let the dildo slip out of her pussy, dropping to the floor. Susan leaned in and kissed Charlotte.

“How was that, baby?”

“Wonderful,” gasped Charlotte, barely able to speak.

We unstrapped her, and Charlotte sunk to the floor.

“Why didn’t you stop when she asked?” I asked Susan.

“I didn’t think she wanted me to.”

“Didn’t you have a safe word?”

“What’s that?” All her sexual confidence could make you forget that Susan was only sixteen at the time, and what she didn’t know about sex could fill volumes.

“Trying BDSM without knowing what you’re doing deserves punishment.” She looked concerned as I grabbed her by the wrist and led her over to the stocks. I had never really had to discipline my little sister, so the change in behavior was a bit of a shock. I bent her over and lifted the top plank of the stocks. “Head and hands, stick them in,” I told her. She smirked, catching on to what was happening, and gleefully complied.

I explained what a safe word was to her, and quickly looking around the room to check that there weren’t any red or orange objects that might cause confusion, I told her the safe words were “orange,” for stopping that particular activity but still being game for other stuff, and “red,” for stopping all play immediately. I made her repeat them back to me, and then made Charlotte, who had started to recover, do the same.

Susan and I had already incorporated spanking into our play, and I knew she enjoyed it—for all her sexual forwardness, she had a submissive streak inside her. Thinking that “punishment” meant upping the ante, I walked over to the wall with the sex toys and selected the riding crop.

“I think this one is appropriate,” I said as I walked back to her. “I think fifteen strokes is about right for not using a safe word.” Susan’s eyes grew wide. “Don’t you agree?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, my brother, my master,” she said, catching on. She wasn’t much in school, but when it came to sex, Susan was an excellent student.

This was, of course, all very new to me too. I’d seen some BDSM porn, but that was the extent of my knowledge. I really had no idea how much or how hard to hit her. But I figured she knew the safe word and decided to use a moderate amount of force.

Whack! I brought the crop down on her butt. She winced and bit her lip. A small red patch formed where I had hit her, but it wasn’t anything that would take time to heal.

I rubbed the crop over her ass, and then with a flick of my forearm brought the crop down twice in quick succession. Whack! Whack! Susan jerked against the stocks and let out a slight yelp.

“That’s three. Do you think my little sister is big enough to take all of her punishment like a big girl?”

“Oh, yes brother, my master. It hurts, but I’m a big girl.”

Whack! ... Whack! ... Whack! Three more, with a delay between each. Whack! Whack! Then two more. This time Susan jerked with each blow, but I think mainly out of surprise because she didn’t know exactly when they were coming.

“Halfway there,” I said.

“Please, let me have the rest of my punishment. I’ve been a bad girl. I need to be punished.”

Whack! This time the crop landed on the inside of her thigh. She jumped and yelped at that one. Then, whack! The other thigh. Susan moaned from both pain and pleasure.

Six more strokes, with variable pauses and different parts of her ass and legs targeted, and she was done. I knelt behind her and gently rubbed my hands over the spots where I had hit her. Then I kissed her cheeks and came around to the front of the stocks. I bent over and kissed her. She responded by slipping her tongue into my mouth.

“You took your punishment well.”

“Thank you, my brother, my master.”

“What does my slutty, little sister want as a reward? Do you want to be eaten or fucked?”

“I want to suck my big brother’s cock.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded vigorously, so I fed her my cock, slipping it between her willing lips, and moving my hips in and out, going a bit deeper with each stroke until she was taking almost all of me.

By this time Charlotte was stirring. Having watched, she stood up and walked over to the wall of sex toys, selecting the large strap-on. It was the black ten incher, longer and thicker than I was. She stepped into the harness and cinched it up. Then she applied a generous amount of lube and rubbed it all over that huge dildo as she walked up behind my sister, who from her position in the stocks could see nothing of what Charlotte was doing.

Charlotte spread Susan’s cheeks and plunged the dildo into my little sister. Susan lurched forward, taking my cock completely into her mouth, gagging. I withdrew for a moment to let her recover. I watched Susan’s ecstatic expression as our au pair fucked her with long, hard strokes.

I reinserted my dick into her mouth, but her play with Charlotte and the whipping I had given her had gotten her worked up, and her orgasm wasn’t long in coming. She rattled against the unyielding stocks as wave after wave crashed over her. I withdrew again to let her breathe, but Charlotte was as unrelenting in her pounding as Susan had been with her, giving back what she had been given.

When she had recovered I asked, “Would my little sister like to fucked in the ass?”

“Oh, yes, please!”

Charlotte smiled and poured a generous dollop of lube down her ass cleft. She beckoned me over and poured lube over my cock. Then with one hand she grabbed my cock, spreading the lube all over it, and with the other inserted a finger into Susan’s rosebud, working the lube in and stretching out the hole in preparation for what was to come.

I positioned myself behind my little sister and placed the tip of my cock against her rosebud. Gently pushing forward, my head popped in. Susan gasped. I paused and then slowly pushed deeper.

Susan moaned.

But I heard no safe word, so I pushed even deeper. When I got about four of my eight inches into her, I pulled back, then forward, then back, starting the in-and-out rhythm. After a few strokes, I started pushing deeper. Susan moaned again, but soon I was all the way in, my hips slapping her butt with each stroke.

Charlotte wasn’t just watching. She slipped underneath Susan and brought her mouth up to my sister’s cunt, and soon she was lapping at both her cunt and at my shaft as I withdrew it with each stroke.

Susan came again and again, and soon I exploded inside my baby sister’s ass.

Charlotte and I released her from the stocks, and the three of us collapsed in a pile, cuddling.

That was a great memory.

Sunday came around, and Leah headed over to the Williams’s house. Shortly after she left, Isaiah Williams knocked on the door, laptop in hand to set up for the show. He plugged an ethernet cable directly into the router, better security and higher bandwidth than wifi, he explained. He also explained that there were several cameras in the house, and he would be able to switch back and forth between them, depending on which room Asia and Leah were in. There was one camera each in the living room and kitchen, but there were four in the master bedroom, allowing for a variety of angles and points of view. All of them were wired for sound, as well, so we could hear as well as see. He explained to Susan and me exactly how to switch between them.

Isaiah, Susan, and I settled in our couch to watch the show. Isiah connected to the cameras, and we could see Leah in the living room, vacuuming the carpet. Asia was sitting on the couch, dressed in a robe, sipping a mug of coffee and watching our little girl work.

At this point, Kenzie wandered into the living room. “What’cha all watching?” she asked.

“Shhh,” said Susan, “just sit down next to Mr. Williams and watch. I think you’ll like this.”

Curious, Kenzie plopped down on the couch and started watching.