Chapter 13

Surprisingly, Joy was merciful and stopped kicking Ethan’s worthless ass. My little sister could have kept beating the snot out of Ethan; I couldn’t have stopped her (neither could anyone else), if she had decided to continue with her beatdown. He lay defeated in the snow with a blackening eye.

I’ll be quite honest; I don’t think I would have stopped. I think I would have gone right on beating Ethan mercilessly. I wouldn’t have killed him, but I would have made sure that he knew I wasn’t to be trifled with.

Adrenaline flooded my veins after that incredible fight. Just watching the thrashing that Joy gave my stepbrother had been enough to excite me. I would even go so far as to say I was sexually excited.

I had watched most of it from a small back porch extension outside in the cold air. The crisp chill of the Minnesota winter on my naked body and the excitement of watching Ethan get what he had coming made me wet. I didn’t feel the least bit guilty about watching him get what he deserved.

My sister stood up, wiped the snow off of her bare lily-white ass, and offered her hand to help Ethan up. She had some bruises and scratches, but nothing comparable to Ethan’s damages. The cretinous little shit wouldn’t even accept Joy’s help to stand up. I think he was afraid she’d pull him up and pound him again.

“I said we are done playing, Ethan. I had never had the kind of fun we had at the wedding reception before. I had never seen anything like your toys. There were so many weird gizmos and contraptions. I was terrified, but it was a fun kind of fear because I knew they were supposed to be for bondage or something. As you can see, it’s hard to make me cry. I wanted you to go as hard as you guys could on me. It was a real thrill.

“I don’t think I’d like to do it every day because I was sore and bruised the next day. Then again, I could kick your ass tomorrow. I’d be fine with the bruises you gave me, so if you want to keep fucking with my sister, I’ll do it every day until you learn to stop when someone tells you they are done playing.”

Ethan didn’t have any snarky response this time. He didn’t argue with Joy. I had wondered why my sister had an excited “Bring it on!” look on her face even when she had the cruel-looking breast-binding clamp attached to her boobs and metal chains biting her pussy lips. I assumed it might be that Ethan had used Photoshop to make it appear that way or he only shared pictures that gave the impression she was having fun.

I thought he was lying, like he did when he told our parents we were enjoying masturbating for truckers driving past our house on the Highway 23. The devious little turd had only given my parents pictures from when we first started running naked around the house; we were still excited then. He hadn’t shown them the frozen snot on our noses and chattering teeth while we begged to be allowed inside the house.

I couldn’t imagine being in Joy’s situation at the wedding and somehow not freaking out or thinking that they were going to torture me to death. Yet, Joy obviously thought it was a thrilling chance to play with his “wicked toys.” She didn’t regret a single thing from that night.

“The wedding reception was so exciting that I thought you might bring the toys to Minnesota with you. What happened to them?” Joy asked as she stood over him prone in the snow.

“I am not telling YOU, bitch!” Ethan cried out like a terrified little bitch and rubbed the fat lip she gave him.

“I let you call me those names before, Ethan, but I think I’ve had enough of that. Do you need me to kick your ass some more?” Joy put her boot on Ethan’s crotch and waited.

“I don’t have them anymore, okay?” Ethan confessed. “I bought them and had some friends bring them to the reception. I didn’t think you’d be down to let us use all of them on you. I assumed you were just stupid and naïve; I am sorry, okay? When we moved to Minnesota, I couldn’t take a chance; Mom would find all of it, so I only brought some of the butt plugs and a couple of the dildos.”

“You didn’t even bring those clippy things you attached to my pussy lips?” Joy frowned, clearly wishing he still had them.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll order them on Amazon for you, okay? It could be my Christmas present for you. Just let me get up.”

“How do you have money and a credit card?” Joy asked. I wondered the same thing.

“Don’t worry about it. If that’s what you want, I’ll get some for you, okay? Truce?” Ethan begged.

“I offered to help you up,” Joy removed her boot from his dick and offered him her hand again. This time, Ethan begrudgingly accepted her help to limp to his feet. “I assumed you couldn’t bring them with you, or you would have wanted to use them on me again. I don’t really need the clippy things. It was exciting to have them snapped on my pussy when you guys were teasing me, but I wouldn’t wear them around.”

Joy indicated her bald, bare pussy with her fingers. “It’s not something I can hide around here. Just get us regular presents, probably clothes or a gift card.”

Ethan seemed confused that Joy didn’t have any additional malice or ill will toward him. I was also confused.

“You guys slapped me, knocked me silly, pissed on me, and basically kicked my ass. Treating me like a little rag doll? I enjoyed it. It was an exciting ride getting knocked down, dragged around, having my hair pulled, and then getting to suck off all the guys who you let beat me up. If you didn’t fight like such a pussy, this might have been fun too.”

Ethan limped away from her toward the trailer on his own. I don’t think he cared whether or not Joy got off on what he did to her or not. He just wanted to get inside and out of the cold.

“You are a psycho bitch,” Ethan mumbled under his breath.

Joy knitted her brow. “What’s that? What did you say? If you have something to say, say it out loud,” Joy poked him and let him know she was not done with him. “Kicking your ass turned me on as much as letting you guys kick mine. If you want to play with me again, I can just as easily stomp you a new asshole if you fuck with Mary or me. You said truce, Ethan. That means the insults stop, too. You can tell Mom and Dad that your candy ass got whipped by a girl. I’ll go right back on restriction, and lap it up! That’s what I wanted, anyway.”

Ethan was all out of fight and out of words for anyone. I could tell he wanted to lick his words, and Joy was done with him, too. He limped in silence toward the trailer.

Joy could have just walked back inside and gotten out of the cold. She followed him slowly, making sure that Ethan could make it inside. I was going to lock the door on Ethan, but my sister said to let him back in, so I did.

Once she got back in the trailer, I told her that what she did was fucking incredible. Nick slumped against the wall, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees as if trying to shrink into himself, his face pale and ashamed. His hands trembled uncontrollably, twitching with her every movement, though he avoided looking directly at her.

Even though Nick also deserved a taste of his own medicine, I felt sympathy for him.

The fight was all out of him, and Ethan didn’t dare try her again. He wasn’t finished, though. Once he got inside, he had another card to play. “I am going to tell Mom that you cunts attacked me, and you will pay for this,” he warned as he limped past us to his room to change. He promised we’d probably be in jail.

My sister calmly responded, “If you want to start over, I’ll consider a plan where I go on restriction that doesn’t hurt Mom, Dad, and Mary,” while Ethan walked away. He waved her off.

“Suit yourself,” my sister shrugged and whispered under her breath that he was an asshole. Then she turned to Nick, “I am sorry you think I did something to hurt you; I thought you wanted your cock sucked, and I knew it was you. I would still play with you if you could leave Mary out of it. If you can’t, then I’ll take you outside and do the same thing I just did for Ethan. Is that understood?”

Nick said he believed her. “I am so fucking sorry; I see now that Ethan is a piece of shit, and I am a piece of shit for participating. I think I deserve to be on restriction, not you.”

“Joy, why do you want to be on restriction so badly?” I asked. I ignored Nick. I wasn’t ready to apologize to him. He needed to apologize to ME!

“You wouldn’t understand, Sis. I don’t even understand. I am just fucked up, probably.”

“Try me,” I offered. We were naked once again; our shirts were outside in the snow. She only had on her boots. I made her some hot cocoa. I facetiously told Nick that he could mark it down as an extra snack we were due for good behavior.

“Why do you really want to go back on restriction? And don’t tell me it’s fun; I was there with you, and it was hard work and humiliating. Do you really buy any of that bullshit about bitter pills and tough love giving you an attitude adjustment and teaching you to behave? Do you think you did something wrong to deserve it? Do you buy their bullshit that it’s making you a better person through tough love?”

“God, no! If there was a lesson, I missed it. It didn’t change me at all, and I didn’t learn a lesson. I fucked up and didn’t support you when you needed me. You were there for me all the way through restriction, and that means the world to me. I think I just like being scared and treated like a prisoner. It’s not that I get my jollies by getting in trouble and pissing off Mom and Dad.” Joy frowned as she tried to explain what motivated her to me. I offered to be understanding and not judge her.

“I’ve known for a while that I fantasize about weird shit that most girls don’t like. I don’t have the brainpower to put this into words, Mary. I know you hated restriction, especially when Nick and Ethan were in charge. That’s what a normal person would do. That’s what Mom and Dad wanted us to do.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I’d like to go back on restriction, but not like now. It’s boring. All we do is cook and clean.”

I was confused. “The cooking and cleaning were my favorite part!”

“Then we are both fucked up!” Joy’s laugh burst out like a sudden ray of sunshine breaking through a storm, her shoulders shaking as if they couldn’t hold back the pure, unfiltered glee. Her cheeks flushed pink, and her eyes sparkled with a warmth that lit up the room, crinkling at the corners as if they’d finally remembered how to smile.

My little brother was sulking in the corner by himself, but he looked up and smiled when Joy laughed like that.

This was Joy’s default bubbly personality. It was like the sun had disappeared behind a dark Minnesota cloud when Joy was kicking Ethan’s butt.

I explained, “It was so cool to learn how to cook. Mom treated me like an adult who could learn to make actual meals. The more I learned about cooking and baking, the more I wanted to know. And I took so much pride in how the house looked after a job well done!”

Joy still regarded me as if I was fucked up for saying that. “I didn’t mind cooking and cleaning as long as Mom and Dad made me feel like a servant or a maid. However, when it’s the only thing we get to do, it’s sort of gotten boring. Would you want to go back on restriction if you could keep doing that?”

“Not particularly,” I answered truthfully. I wanted to know why Joy wanted to be on restriction and made it clear that I still didn’t understand what she might have liked about it. I gave Joy a mug of cocoa and asked why she would want to be treated like a servant.

“MARSHMALLOWS!” Joy brightened, and she thanked me when she saw them. “It was like a game. Have you ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons?”

I had, but Joy didn’t strike me as the nerdy type that liked these games.

“I don’t really understand it, but a lot of nerdy boys who couldn’t get normal girls used to hit me up for BJs back in Chicago. I asked them what they were doing. It’s some kind of board game with elves and weird dice. I really didn’t understand it.”

“I am confused. You want to play this game but you don’t understand it?”

“No, I don’t want to read books,” Joy was frustrated again.

She sat her naked ass on our kitchen table chair, not caring about Mom’s rules. “They told me you get to be somebody else. It’s kind of like when we were little, and we used to play cops and robbers.”

I knew exactly what she was talking about. I’ve played Dungeons and Dragons. My favorite character was my 37th-level Cleric of Mystra named Felara Dragonblade, but that’s for a different story. “I heard you talking outside about cops and robbers.”

“Yeah, I used to hate it when you guys didn’t tie us up tightly and let us escape. You made it too easy.”

“That was the whole idea. You weren’t supposed to stay in the headquarters. We just pretended you were tied up, and then the robbers were supposed to run in all directions and try to avoid the cops.”

“I know, but I wanted to be tied up, so I couldn’t escape. I used to imagine being searched and interrogated like I had secret criminal information. I was told you could do what YOU want to do in Dungeons and Dragons.

“When we got put on restriction by our parents, they kept searching our room and asking us where we got the money from. It was kind of fun.”

“Mom and Dad thought we were total whores that liked flashing truckers and playing with ourselves with butt plugs, drinking, and smoking.”

“I felt bad about that,” Joy admitted. “There wasn’t anything that I could do to make them change their minds. I told them we didn’t do it, and I told them we did do it. It didn’t matter to me either way, so I just rolled with it. I told you it wouldn’t make sense.”

“You wanted to feel like you were in trouble?” I asked.

“BINGO!” Joy lit up excitedly. “I don’t want to do bad stuff to get in trouble, but I liked it when they accused us and treated us like scummy little sluts. That was how it was at the wedding reception. Ethan asked me if I was down to suck a bunch of cocks. I told him, of course, I was. He didn’t even bat an eye when I agreed. I assumed I’d give a few blowjobs and come right back to the party. Once I got out there, they started tying me up and pulling my tits and hair and treated me like they were kidnapping me. It was really neat, I enjoyed.”

“Joy, they WERE kidnapping you and beat the snot out of you! They peed all over you!”

“Where were they going to take me?” Joy scoffed. “I had never seen anything like the things they had. They attached little chains to me and spanked my fat butt with paddles. They were ruthless.”

Joy’s enthusiasm for what happened to her didn’t match the painful humiliation she endured. I felt sorry for her, I couldn’t help it. I thought somehow she empathized with the people who tormented her.

“It was kind of gross, but I thought, what are the chances of anything like this ever happening to me again? Why not jump in the dumpster? They wanted to piss all over me.”

“I just don’t see why you would want to be on restriction, much less intentionally jump in a dumpster to please guys who want to pee on you,” I admitted.

“I told you that you wouldn’t believe me. I don’t know why; I can’t explain it. I guess I am dumb. I liked it when they called me a bunch of names,” Joy grimaced and took a sip of her cocoa. “Some of them were funny!”

“Funny?”

“Piss face, cum whore, fatty, fat ass, cock sucker, stuff like that,” Joy beamed with pride like they were terms of endearment.

“You don’t deserve to be degraded,” I assured her.

“It’s not like I care what they think about me. It’s funny. It’s almost like I am watching it happen to me from a distance. It’s roleplaying. I was playing the role of a cum whore. It’s just like when Nick patted my belly and called me a ham-ster! Because, he is saying, I eat a lot of ham.” Joy was delighted.

Nick apologized profusely and said he didn’t mean it.

“You can keep calling me names like that, Nick. I don’t care if you mean it or not,” Joy offered him sweetly.

“I don’t want you to kick my ass, Sis! I am done with mean names. You should be calling ME mean names.”

“Suit yourself; I am not going to beat your ass unless you make me do it, like Ethan did. I am not mad at you. I believe you when you say that Ethan manipulated you. He manipulated Mom and Dad even though they are smart. I also don’t get off on calling other people names,” Joy admitted. “I am not clever like you and Ethan, and it doesn’t do it for me to dish it out. When guys touch a nerve by calling me something really insulting, my pussy gets wet. It’s like I can’t believe they dared to call me that, and sometimes the names make me laugh.”

“You like being insulted and spanked? And you want Mom and Dad to call you names?” I still found it impossible for anyone to want that.

“They really weren’t that mean. It was all the time, 24/7, on restriction, and that was fun for me. When I was at the wedding, it was intense, but it was over surprisingly fast, and then we were done. When Mom spanked me and made me cry and wriggle around, It was like a light switch was turned on. I was jealous how she went off on you and started calling you filthy names. Once it was all over, I had that adrenaline rush you told me about, and my butt tingled in a good way. I’d get spanked every day if I could. It was fucking awesome.”

“That’s why you asked me how it felt after it was all over?” I remembered Joy’s confused reaction when she asked me how I liked it, and I said that I didn’t.

“Most of the teachers at school that spank butts do it more like Dad does. It doesn’t really do anything for me.”

“Did you get in trouble on purpose?” I asked.

“I never got into being spanked at school. There were a couple of teachers who knew I was in the BJ club that kept me after school. It wasn’t to roleplay. They barely even talked to me. They’d ask me to stay after school, and sometimes they wanted to spank me over their knee or finger me, so I’d let them. Then I’d suck them off and go home.”

“Do you want to do sex stuff with Mom and Dad?” I scrunched my nose in disgust.

“I don’t think they are into that. I am definitely not going to bring that up. I am having a hard time explaining it, Mary. I am sure this doesn’t make sense,” Joy was frustrated. She asked me if I remembered the babysitter who made her stand in the corner with her panties around her ankles.

“I think her name was Mrs. Sherman, which was a long time ago, and she was a real bitch.”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to have sex with her, but I’ve fantasized about being babysat again.”

“We are way too old to be babysat, Joy,” I couldn’t relate at all to Joy, but I encouraged her to keep talking while we drank cocoa. I eventually joined her, sitting naked at the kitchen table even though our mom said we couldn’t.

“Nick and Ethan were babysitting us during the day. I used to fantasize about being put in the corner with my panties taken down. Mom and Dad WANTED them to put us in the corner if we were naughty. It was exciting. I wanted them to play it the right way and only punish us when we did something wrong, but I liked it this way, too, where they were just meanie butts to me.

“I hoped you’d get excited about it like I did, because it’s not like Ethan and Nick were going to kill us or anything. I knew I could always stomp their asses if they went too far.”

I looked at Nick to see what he was doing. He was silently listening but not looking at either of us, with his head down as he sat on the floor with his back against the wall.

“Mom told us she’d tie little bells to our clits and strings to our nipples if we got in trouble, and I was so turned on imagining having to walk around like that,” Joy stood up and imitated the sound of a bell tinkling as she jiggled her big boobs.

“I didn’t like not having my makeup, but I got used to my titties bouncing around. It felt like they were going to be so mean to us, but then they just got weird about it and felt sorry for us. I was disappointed.”

“You want Mom and Dad to be mean to us?” I asked as if I had just heard her say she wanted a 500-ton lead brick to drop on our heads.

“Because you don’t like it, I don’t want them to be mean to you. Only me. It was only until January, and then we had to go to school. It was like a constant game. Mom and Dad were treating us like prisoners who did something wrong. I was so fucking turned on. Ethan is a real piece of shit. I really liked him, and he just went too far with it.”

“I don’t understand. You like him because he was a real piece of shit?” I narrowed my bra.

“He’s mean and creative and comes up with all these clever ideas. It stopped being funny to me after he said he’d get us back on restriction, and I realized you would hate it.”

“I just don’t understand why you like it, Joy,” I admitted.

I understood that Joy wanted to return to a strict restriction, for something she didn’t even do. I didn’t get her motivation. Why was this give her pleasure?

Nick spoke up, then; he had a theory. His voice was firm although he was still sitting on the floor and looking up at us.

“Joy is a total thrill junkie. She’s always been into roller coasters, speed, anything that gets her heart racing. And yeah, she’s into being tied up, spanked, humiliated, and ridiculed—it’s the same kind of rush for her. She’s trying to explain it’s not about the pain or the shame; it’s about the thrill of pushing limits and feeling alive.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Joy shook her head as if that wasn’t quite it either. “I don’t know. I like the pain and the shame part, too. I liked it when Mom would look at me and shake her finger and tell me I was a nasty little girl, and that’s why I couldn’t wait to show her that I shaved my pussy today. I don’t WANT to make her mad, but I kind of like how she talks to me like that.”

“You like pain and shame?” I was intrigued how my sister could enjoy pain and shame, but concerned that Joy may be a little cuckoo.

“Do you remember this girl named Maryanne Johnson?”

“Yes, quite well. She was in my grade, and for some reason, she used to bully you.” I remembered her, even though it was a couple of years before we moved to Minnesota.

“It was real, it wasn’t roleplaying. I probably did do something to piss her off. I was always laughing about something, and I think Maryanne thought I was laughing at her. We were much younger. She beat me up, took my lunch, and made me show my boobs to everyone on the playground.”

“I am sorry, Joy. I should have stood up to her for you. She was older than you,” I admitted.

“Don’t be sorry, Joy. Maryanne could fight MUCH better than Ethan ever could,” Joy chuckled and held her big tits in her hands. “I didn’t even have these back then. It’s all water under the bridge with Maryanne. We are good friends now.”

“Why did you bring her up, then?” I asked.

“Maryanne beat the snot out of me, banged me up pretty bad, pulled me around by my ponytails, and made me flash all the boys on the playground. Ethan was right about one thing. I do like attention, but her forcing me to show my tits excited me, it turned me on. At first, I didn’t do it on purpose, but as soon as I was able to find her again on the playground, I encouraged her to do it again. She would give me a bloody nose and pull my shorts down around my ankles or make me kiss her sneakers. I was so fucking weird.”

“You were standing up to a bully!” I told her that was inspiring.

“I liked having my ass kicked. At first, I just felt like it was making me stronger, building up my pain tolerance or something, because eventually, I didn’t get the same thrill of being pushed around. I kept fucking with her for about a year. Usually, if she put a welt on me, it was on my thigh or my arms. I was pretty good at using makeup if the bruise showed so that you and Dad wouldn’t find out.”

I felt so bad for my sister, but she told the story like she was thrilled she figured out how to get away with it.

“I used to fight back. I didn’t just lie there. I think Maryanne would have lost interest and felt sorry for me. That’s how I started to get so good at fighting. One day, she beat me black and blue after school and wrote some dirty words on my head with a magic marker. I can’t even remember what she wrote. I was terrified that I had no way to wash it off, and Dad might find out and make me stop going up to Maryanne and pissing her off. I don’t know why I did this, but I ran all the way to Maryanne’s house and begged her to help me scrub it off.”

“You begged your bully for help? How did that work out?” Nick seemed invested in our conversation. I still hadn’t forgiven him and wanted him to shut up.

“She asked me if I was stupid. I was so turned on and worried that I wouldn’t get to fight her anymore. I told her that if she didn’t help me erase what she wrote off of my head, that she would probably not get to kick my ass again. Maryanne said I was a pain slut, and she was the first girl that I ever made out with. She helped me to hide it, but after that, we only just wrestled for fun and did sex stuff. She turned me on to the wrestling club and taught me how to fight like her. It all worked out in the end.

“Today, I was hoping Ethan would at least TRY to beat my ass. I had to keep turning my back and waiting for him to get up and challenge me.”

Joy was thoroughly disgusted by Ethan’s poor performance. I hoped he could hear us while he was in his bedroom lying down. Nick shook his head because he didn’t understand either.

“I am so sorry to you both. I know you can never forgive me. I wasn’t roleplaying. Ethan manipulated me, but I believed the worst in you both. I told him that Joy had a reputation at school. I should have known HE was the one who set all this up. I feel like such a fucking idiot. He made me think you two conspired to tell everyone my secrets. It’s not an excuse. I wish there were a way I could make it up to you both. I should be the one restriction, not either of you!

“I will tell Mom and Dad everything tonight. I don’t care. You don’t have to worry about it. It’s the first thing I’ll do when they get home.”

“What secrets?” I narrowed my eyes.

“That I’m gay, Mary. You know that!” Nick’s harsh voice startled me, along with his statement.

Joy and I did NOT know that, and I certainly had nothing against gay people. He seemed to think that I did.

“I like eating pussy; I am gay too!” Joy smiled supportively.

“You are bi-sexual, Joy,” Nick informed her.

“I am more like try-sexual; I’ll try anything,” Joy grinned. “I like sucking dick and getting it up the ass, so now we have something in common,” she smiled playfully.

“That’s not funny, but I deserve to be made fun of,” Nick frowned.

“Ethan made me think you guys wanted to turn me straight. My boyfriend broke up with me because he found out you sucked my cock, and everyone at school thought I fucked my sister. Ethan said he’d help me keep everyone from finding out I was gay, and that’s what he did. Instead, he ruined my reputation with incest.”

“Nick, please listen to me. I love you. There is nothing to be ashamed of if you are gay,” I told him. “If Ethan said otherwise, he LIED.”

“It would be cool to be on restriction with you, Nick. Do you think you could get ME on restriction with you? You could say I told everyone your secrets?” Joy asked.

“Are you serious right now?” Nick was crying actual tears, I noticed. “I am talking about real shit that we did to you and Mary. We locked you outside in the cold!”

“You gave me my shoes, and hot cocoa, and panties!” Joy added brightly, letting him off the hook. I wasn’t so sure I could be as forgiving. I would say that Joy felt there was nothing to forgive him for because she liked the experience.

“Only so that when Mom and Dad caught you, it would look like you were running around in panties that said you wanted a spanking. When we destroyed ALL of your clothes, we snagged a few of your panties, and I helped Ethan apply the iron-on transfers. How can you not be pissed at me?”

“I don’t feel any anger about it, and it was kind of a thrill,” Joy was at a loss to describe how she might be angry in the first place. “I knew you weren’t going to kill us, and it all worked out. Would you mind if we did the restriction together? It’s so much more fun with a partner. I knew that I was going to be safe outside because Mary was with me, and she’s got my back, and I have hers. We can do it together. Can you figure out a way to keep Mary from being dragged down with us?”

“I am done lying to everyone, and what I’ve done is probably worth going to jail for. You don’t want to be on restriction with me.” Nick was really hard on himself. “I am not the mastermind that you think I am. If I could make it up to you by getting you on restriction, and that was really what you wanted, I would. You could try asking them and just be honest about whether you like it.”

“I barely understand why I liked it, and I may be dumb, but I know that Mom and Dad wouldn’t go for it if I just said I wanted to roleplay and get spanked. I guess it was fun while it lasted,” Joy sighed. “I liked being blackmailed or whatever you guys were doing to us. I thought you knew I was a big slut in high school and were just roleplaying being a bad guy.”