Chapter 8

Same Day - April 6th, 2019
(Melanie’s Big Sister Nicole and her Nephew Jonathon have arrived)

“Hi Sis, I brought wine!” Nicole smiled and held up a bottle of zinfandel.

“You also brought luggage,” Melanie observed that her sister had come to stay.

Nicole giggled and reminded Melanie that she was naked. Nicole was covering her son Jonathon’s eyes.

“Are your neighbors going to mind you standing in the doorway like this?” Nicole asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“You’d be surprised,” Melanie answered as she retreated a little from the doorway.

Nicole had shoulder-length brown hair, 32b tits, and a pretty face. She wore a lot of eye makeup that made her look like she was constantly annoyed and a little stuck up. That could have also just been her general demeanor. She had a pretty smile and asked politely if they could come in.

“Oh! Two naked women!” Nicole was struck by the fact Savannah hadn’t made any effort to get dressed while she was at the door. Savannah stood in the middle of the living room completely naked without a trace of modesty.

Nicole covered her own eyes with her other hand. It was the universal hand gesture that suggested they shouldn’t be seeing this and the girls should get dressed.

“That’s Brock’s girlfriend,” Melanie introduced Savannah. She wasn’t roleplaying any of her personas. Melanie was perplexed and caught flat-footed by her sister’s visit.

Jonathon and Nicole walked just inside the doorway and continued to hold their bags. “Oh wow, Brock has a girlfriend? and she walks around your place naked?”

“Yeah, it is a long story,” Melanie wasn’t’ sure what to tell Nicole. She assumed her sister wanted to stay and that mortified her.

“I take it we came at a bad time?” Nicole asked while still holding her hands over her and Jonathon’s eyes.

“A friend just left,” Melanie said. All thoughts about submitting to her son or the Dimbo persona left Melanie’s head. She was back into the mindset of the Devastated Divorcee. The headspace she was in right after she divorced her husband. She had reached out to Nicole back then and asked for help and support, but Nicole didn’t have time to even listen to her. Melanie felt an obligation to her sister because they were related, but they were distant and estranged now. Melanie felt cold and empty inside when she looked at Nicole.

“I think we saw your friend driving away as if he had someplace to be right now! He was driving really fast. Why would you be naked as soon as someone left?” Nicole didn’t wait for an answer. “Silly me! I should let you get dressed,” Melanie’s sister said it like it was a request.

“Do you mind if I get dressed?” Melanie asked Brock. They hadn’t formalized their rules, but Brock had the final say in what she wore if the guys weren’t home.

“No, take your time! Please, I think we’d prefer it,” Nicole thought she was asking her. Brock nodded, and both Melanie and Savannah went to the bedroom to change.

“What the fuck just happened to you?” Savannah demanded while they were in the bedroom.

“My sister is here,” Melanie was still dazed.

“Yeah, I can see that, Cunt! You were talking about us being kept as dogs one minute and answering to Brock as some kind of Master. Now, you are like this entirely different person!”

“My family is here! Her son! I still want to do all of that,” Melanie assured Savannah.

“I suck my brother’s dicks and lick their assholes. I let my father piss in my mouth because he does so much coke with the money he earns off whoring me out that he can’t get it up! I fuck men with my biological Mother and my boyfriend’s Mom, and you are worried that your family will find out you are a slut? Brock and I are your family now! We are the ones that love and support you. We are the ones who matter” Savannah didn’t like to say sweet things like that, but she couldn’t help herself.

“Thank you! I understand that. They may just pass through, and we haven’t worked out the rules with Brock. I don’t know if he wants to take charge,” Nicole knew those sounded like excuses because they were.

“I know bitches like that. She is like a cat. They meow on your doorstep, and as soon you let them in, they belong to you. If you feed them, they may go away a few days, but sooner or later, they will be back!” Savannah was right. “As for Brock, all I can say is he wants to help you in any way he can. He is flattered to be asked to take charge. He is probably a little overwhelmed, but suddenly, pretending his opinion doesn’t matter, and this was a little game you could end whenever you wanted won’t make him feel like he was ever really in charge. If my brother’s or Danny was here, you wouldn’t have done that!” Savannah had a good point.

“We just talked about it this morning. I didn’t think you even wanted to really do this with me,” Melanie said softly. She was keeping her voice down so that her sister didn’t overhear her.

“You should know me well enough by now that If I say I am going to do something that I will,” Savannah could be stubbornly consistent once she set her mind to something. She didn’t know everything that was going to be expected, but unlike Melanie, she didn’t have any doubts she could endure anything Brock could dish out.

“All this to prove to me that my idea won’t make us polite and considerate?” Melanie was skeptical anyway.

“Today, you gave me a choice. The choice was either stay the bitch I am and get dogged out and slapped around OR have rules that make me less of a bitch while I get dogged and slapped around. It is still going to happen whether I like it or not. If I can actually learn anything from all of this and be a better person, then I’ll take that choice! Just don’t tell anyone that or I’ll cut you while you are sleeping,” Savannah winked about that last part. “I don’t want anyone thinking I’ve gone all Doctor Phil self-help and that I am trying to be a better person. If anyone asks it is because I want to prove to you discipline doesn’t work!” she winked.

Melanie kissed Savannah on the lips. It was a sweet kiss and not a passionate one like she usually did in front of men. “Thank you! I love what you just said, and I am so flattered you’d trust me enough to make the second choice with me,” she said.

Melanie thought about choices for a moment. She had made a choice to live in her big sister’s shadow. While Nicole was out having fun, she was at home studying and cleaning the house like a good girl. Nicole had a relationship after relationship, and Melanie got married and tried to raise a family. She wondered what would have happened if she had made a different choice and been more like Nicole? Would she be on someone’s doorstep asking for a place to stay?

“We will talk to Brock right after I get rid of Nicole, deal?” Melanie knew that Savannah thrived on dares, deals, and bets. Savannah didn’t want to make this particular deal.

“How about you and I shove a bowling pin up our ass, crawl out there naked and mewl around Brock’s feet. You tell your sister that she can stay if she joins us because your son keeps all the womenfolk in the house in line!” Savannah painted a sexy fantasy of a male-dominated household.

Melanie was shocked at that suggestion. She wasn’t as concerned about Nicole’s reaction as she was Jonathon. She knew Nicole would tell everyone in the family, including their Mother. Melanie, most of all didn’t want her mother to think she had become the trashy whore that her Mother warned her never to become. It was the reason she stopped talking to her months ago.

“If she doesn’t join us, then it will scare her the fuck out of here! Either way, problem solved!!” Savannah smirked at the simple solution she presented.

“I don’t want Nicole to end up owned by the club, let me get rid of her. If we do anything like that, she’ll ask so many questions that we can never get rid of her,” Melanie said.

“You were afraid to become a bunny at first. Now you love it! Who is to say that if you let Nicole make that choice, she won’t come to love it? It is good enough for us to do this, but not her?” Savannah knew that Melanie had already made up her mind, but she tried one last bit of reason.

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Nicole was talking to Brock. They were oblivious to the conversation in the bedroom between Melanie and Savannah.

“Wow, you have a girlfriend and everything now!” Nicole said to Brock back in the living room.

“Yeah,” Brock didn’t know what to say to his Aunt. He didn’t know how much his mother would want her to know about the way things were in the house.

“Talkative, aren’t you?” Nicole smirked. She said that she wished Jonathon had a girlfriend, but he had come out as gay to her a year ago.

Jonathon was a handsome lad and a little younger than Brock. He had short blonde hair and a fastidious demeanor. The best way to describe Jonathon is a cross between Young Sheldon and Barney from How I met your Mother.

“You and your cousin probably have a lot to talk about!” Nicole suggested.

They didn’t. They barely knew each other. If they had seen each other on the street, they wouldn’t have realized they were cousins.

“The last time you hung out, you were both running around in underwear in the sprinklers in the front yard,” Nicole remembered, but neither boy did.

“I doubt we will be picking up where we left off,” Jonathon said with a dry wit.

Brock thought it was possible they could be friends. He knew the bullies would find Jonathon’s refined manners unacceptable and probably kick the shit out of him if they ever met him. Brock wasn’t sure why he felt relieved to not be the most awkward and different kid in the room. Months of living in the trailer park had made him a little more down to earth.

Jonathon ignored his mother. He futzed around, judging all the furnishings. He wasn’t happy Brock didn’t have any modern video game console systems. The guys had taken those months ago and left Brock with an old Super Nintendo.

They were both shy and nerdy, and Nicole hoped they would get along. She had traveled from across country from Fresno California to be here, and their car broke down several miles ago. Nicole had talked a nice old man into giving them a ride to the trailer park.

“Is this a nudist resort? Did I miss the sign?” Nicole teased her sister when she and Savannah remerged from the bedroom. Nicole was hoping to break the ice. She wasn’t very good at it though. Nicole knew that her sister realized she had an ulterior motive for showing up on her doorstep, but she didn’t have any other options.

Brock had thrown away all their normal street clothes. Melanie had a green tube top around her tits and a denim micro miniskirt with heels. Savannah was wearing a pink-half-top that showed off her belly. The caption on the shirt read:

I LICK next to an image of salt.

I SWALLOW next to an image of a bottle of tequila

I SUCK next to an image of a lime.

Savannah also wore a pair of denim cut incredibly short with holes in them showing off her sexy butt cheeks and making it obvious to even a casual observer that if Savannah wore panties at all, they were bunched up in the crack of her ass.

These were some of the most conservative outfits the girls had available and what they wore to drive Uber. They had a lot of lingerie and stripper clothes. These outfits were only mildly risque’ by trailer park standards, but Nicole was shocked that her once conservative little sister would choose to wear them.

“No, it isn’t a nudist colony, it’s just a trailer park, and we don’t have air conditioning,” Melanie chuckled at the suggestion she lived in a nudist resort. “I am sorry, but this was all we had clean,” she didn’t seem apologetic at all.

“Your windows and drapes are wide open, and you were walking around stark naked. I am just more than a little shocked at what you chose to put on. It doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination,” Nicole explained.

Melanie had asked Nicole for help years ago when she divorced her ex-husband Dave. Nicole had told her at the time she had her own problems. The exact words she used were “Her own fish to fry.”

There was still an un-mended rift between the sisters. Their mother had tried to repair it a few times, but she preferred to stay out of it.

“I suppose you’ll tell mom you visited me and I dressed like a hoochie,” Melanie said with what could best be described as a catty hiss.

“Mom isn’t talking to me. I owe her about eight grand. She remarried some rich guy and moved down to a gated community near Tampa. They won’t even let me in. I burned all my bridges with her and just about everybody else,” Nicole admitted.

“You came here after you burned everybody else to burn me?” Melanie was defensive and cynical. It was completely unlike the carefree bimbo who had just crawled around on the floor and stuck her juicy ass in her son’s girlfriend’s face.

“No, I knew that I turned my back on you when you needed me most. I assumed I had already burned my bridge with you years ago. I have nowhere else to go, Melanie,” she said.

“Trust me, you don’t want to stay here” Melanie warned her sister.

“No one sees an old broken down trailer park and decides to stay there,” Nicole observed. “This is a place you end up. I understand that. I’ve been in far worse places,” Nicole admitted.

“You really have no idea,” Melanie assured her, but she didn’t want to go into the details.

“Look, we could stand here staring at each other and comparing hard-luck stories, or I could give you a hug, and we could pop open this wine and catch up? I am willing to play it either way,” Nicole smirked as she approached her sister and gave her a big hug.

“Damn,” Nicole said as she looked more closely at her sister. “You filled out really nicely! Your boobs turned out great!” she said of her boob job.

Jonathon blushed.

“Come give your Aunt Melanie a hug,” Nicole insisted that Jonathon give her a hug.

Jonathon tried not to get a boner as he put his head right between his Aunt’s smoking hot cleavage.

“You really did a total transformation! You look just like that bimbo that Dave left you for!” Nicole was clearly paying Melanie a compliment.

“Hotter!” Melanie had bleached her hair, bought the contacts, and got the boob job for the precise reason she wanted to be hotter than the slut Dave chose over her.

“He is probably eating his heart out and wishing he was with you instead of her!” Nicole observed.

“She was never really into him. She was married. The entire thing blew up in his face,” Melanie chuckled about the Hot Wife Homewrecker. She used Dave like he used her and callously cast him aside when she was done.

“So he cheated on you and thought he was going to be with her?” Nicole was shocked at Dave’s audacity. She said she never liked him.

“It wasn’t cheating, not exactly. We were getting into swinging, but she led him on,” Melanie started to explain.

Nicole realized this was too saucy for Jonathon and assumed it was for Brock.

“No, it’s fine. Brock knows all about it,” Melanie said.

“Well, I need some wine for this! Let’s sit down and dish!” Nicole twisted off the cap on the wine and fished around for some clean glasses. Melanie only had assorted mason jars as drinking glasses.

At first, she thought her sister would say something snarky, but Nicole smiled and said those would work just fine.

Nicole asked Brock if he would show her son around. She wanted to talk one on one with her sister. Brock invited him into his bedroom with Savannah.

“Brock is sexually active?” Nicole asked her first question as soon as the boys left the room.

“Yeah, you could say that” Melanie chuckled.

“Better he does it here at the house then in the backseat of a car,” Nicole shrugged and asked if he used condoms.

“No, but Savannah is on the pill,” Melanie paused and added, “Mostly.” It was a joke she had heard Savannah use a few times when asked if she was on the pill.

“You have to watch girls like that! I don’t know her, but she could try to get pregnant, so she could get child support from him,” Nicole warned her sister.

“I don’t think that is her goal,” Melanie said dismissively.

“No offense but she is pretty hot and if I were you I would wonder why she was so interested in my son,” Nicole said.

“Did you come out here to give me parenting advice?” Melanie asked.

“Not at all! I’ve been the world’s worst mother! Trust me!” Nicole admitted freely.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Melanie found it difficult not to tell Nicole what kind of Mother she really was now.

“I shouldn’t be giving advice. I won’t even take my own advice, and that is probably a good thing because it always works out shitty if I do,” Nicole admitted.

The sisters caught up over a couple of glasses of wine. The women talked about failed relationships. Melanie hadn’t had one with an adult man since Dave. Nicole had so many she had lost count. Nicole blamed her own shortcomings for most of them but also the fact that she always picked total assholes instead of nice guys. “The bad boys are just more interesting. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I have some bad boys, I know,” Melanie chuckled as she thought about Damien, Billy, and Elbert showing up and beating her ass for sitting there drinking wine instead of working tonight. Melanie wasn’t afraid, though. She was looking forward to it.

They also reminisced about growing up. Nicole used to go by “Nikki” back then. She was the one who her Mother worried about. “I was young, dumb, and full of cum!” Nicole admitted when the two sisters began to talk more openly.

“I am older, dumber, and still full of cum!” Melanie chuckled.

“Wow, are you dating then? I mean, you have a smoking hot body! I bet you are fighting off the men?” Nicole asked her sister.

“Oh yeah, I beat off men every day,” Melanie had her tongue firmly planted in her cheek when she said that and Nicole picked up on it.

“I had no idea you had this naughty side to you!” Nicole was impressed with her little sister.

“I didn’t!” Melanie said it was something she had been working on.

“Yeah, I noticed you had a tattoo when you were at the door. You put it right on your tit! What did the guy say when you pulled out your knockers in the tattoo parlor?” Nicole smiled mischievously.

“Do you really want to know?” Melanie had three glasses of wine and was willing to talk.

Naturally, Nicole wanted her to explain.

“It wasn’t a tattoo parlor. It was an outdoor tent at a biker’s convention,” Melanie said. Nicole was already blushing. Melanie said that the guy who gave her the tattoo told her she had nice tits and equally nice cunt.

“You were naked?” Nicole blushed even harder.

“I had on body paint,” Melanie said. She didn’t go into the details, but Nicole raised her eyebrow, picturing her sister fully nude, painted head to toe out in public.

The Warlock’s host an annual biker convention where they patch in new prospects, promote existing ones, and conduct club business. One of the events is the annual ‘running of the bunnies.’ All the current or prospective bunnies are painted and wear bunny ears. The bunny’s feet are tied together with straps. Usually, their wrists are bound together in front of them to make it so they can only hop. Some girls wear cottontails on belts around their waist or stick their front teeth out to make themselves more bunny-like. A few of the hardcore bunnies like Savannah and Melanie glue cotton to a butt plug and shove them up their ass. Motorcycle riders ride slowly behind the gaggle of slutty, painted biker chicks and herd them around a track. The girls hop and prance for the cheering bikers. The idea is to be the first girl to hop across the finish line.

“Do you date bikers now?” Nicole thought that was extremely cool. She painted an image in her mind riding on the back of a Harley with a powerful, virile, masculine man with a beard.

“No, I don’t date them,” Melanie tried not to snicker.

“I can’t help but feel like there is something you aren’t telling me that I will never guess,” Nicole picked up on her sister’s lack of complete answers.

“You really can’t stay here,” Melanie thought about telling her all the reasons. The biggest one being that if the guys found Nicole, they would probably put her to work for them.

“It is here, or a tent in the woods, and I didn’t bring a tent!” Nicole was trying to make light of her dark situation. “We won’t stay long! A week at most!” Nicole assured her.

Melanie knew that a week would turn into a month and a year if the guys put Nicole to work. “I will drink this wine with you, and we can catch up, but you really have to go,” Melanie pushed the money George gave to Brock across the table. She had asked him for it during a bathroom break.

Melanie hadn’t made six hundred dollars today. She was hoping that the guys didn’t come by to collect tonight. She would try to make enough tomorrow to cover what she didn’t earn today. Melanie was sure she’d be strung up by her tits and whipped if she didn’t. She was prepared to endure that if it meant her sister was safe. She didn’t think about the repercussions to Savannah or Brock if they were short meeting their quota. She only wanted her sister far away from here.

“This is enough to get you and Jonathon a motel room for a few days and some food,” She explained and added she would let Nicole stay if she could, but it was for her own good. She told Nicole this was a one time offer but that she wouldn’t be able to do it ever again. She didn’t want her sister messed up in anything with the Warlocks and being dragged down into Melanie’s world of shit.

“It is up to you,” Nicole said that this was her trailer. “Are you worried about space? I’ll sleep on the couch, and Jonathon can bunk with Brock, or he can sleep in here with me!” she suggested.

Melanie said that it wasn’t that at all.

“If you want to walk around naked that is fine, too. Is that it? Jonathon has seen me in the shower plenty of times. We’ve stayed in a lot of motel rooms with just one bathroom, and I’ve changed in front of him. My son is gay anyway, so it isn’t going to matter to him,” Nicole said.

Melanie thought Jonathon’s hug was pretty tight, and she felt his throbbing dick in his shorts when he held her close. His eyes had been really wide when he first saw her tits in the doorway. Jonathon also completely ignored his Mother’s hand and peeped at her and Savannah when they first arrived.

“I appreciate that offer,” Melanie said tersely.

“If I could walk around the house naked all the time, I would!” Nicole assured her that she’d love to be naked. She wished she had a body like hers. Nicole was a very sexy natural MILF, but she didn’t want to look like a hot librarian or school teacher. She missed the days when she had a beach body like Savannah.

“I don’t always walk,” Melanie teased. She wanted to say she crawled, hopped, and got chased around the house sometimes too but she didn’t. She expected Nicole to leave, and she was only going to tell her what she needed to know.

“What kind of work do you do anyway?” Nicole was naturally pretty nosy, but she was also making conversation.

“I drive for Uber and sometimes Lyft,” Melanie admitted.

“I’ve always wondered about doing that. Too bad my car is broken down! My biggest fear besides getting lost is being alone with the men in the car! I mean they could do anything to me,” Nicole said.

“Yeah!” Melanie said excitedly.

“If you wore a tube top like that with your nipples poking out, that would probably encourage them!” Nicole warned.

“It does! Sometimes when I am driving on bumpy roads or when they aren’t looking, I yank it down and pretend they popped out because they have a mind on their own!” Melanie admitted playfully.

“No way does my sweet little sister flash her tits in the car! That’s crazy! I would never have imagined that in my wildest dreams! Do the guys think you are pranking them?” Nicole asked with a mischevious grin.

“Some do, and if they get upset, I pop them back in and apologize,” Melanie told the truth.

“Do people in other cars ever see?” Nicole was amazed her little sister was so flirty-fun now.

“Yeah, all the time. It usually isn’t a problem unless it’s a cop. I did have a family of six in a station wagon almost drive off the road once,” Melanie admitted with a look of pride.

“The dad couldn’t keep his eyes on the road, huh?” Nicole nodded in understanding.

“No, he saw my tits. There is no doubt about that. It was the mom who kept smacking him afterward that nearly drove him off the road,” Melanie laughed, and so did her sister.

“What if a guy crosses the line, though? I mean, if he thinks he can reach up and touch or something?” Nicole asked delicately.

“Then he needs to tip at least fifty bucks,” Melanie had enough wine that she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.

“Oh my gosh! I’ve heard of girls doing that. You can meet cute guys, pick them up, and decide if you want to give them a little piece. You actually charge money?” Nicole was smiling anxiously.

“If I charge money, I could go to jail. I ask for tips, and my minimum is fifty,” Melanie admitted.

“Oh my gosh! How often do you do that?” Nicole couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“I try to bring home at least three hundred a day. I was supposed to drive tonight, but after this wine, I am in no shape to drive,” Melanie told her the truth.

“Wow! all you have to do is drive a few hours, and the rest is yours to lay around? I could get used to that!” Nicole said.

Melanie didn’t want to tell Nicole how degrading it was to suck stranger’s cocks in the backseat of a car. She didn’t want to say how many times a woman would knock on the window and tell them how disgusting they were and threaten to call the cops. Melanie saw the look of scorn in those women’s eyes as they looked down on her for being a whore. Despite being deeply humiliated by the ridicule of other woman the Dimbo persona in her deeply craved the exposure to ridicule.

Dimbo didn’t enjoy fucking out in the open. Her persona needed Melanie to be afraid to be caught and park in some semi-private area. The thrill of wondering if she would be caught in the middle of some nasty deed was second only to actually being caught by someone.

“I also work in a strip club five days a week,” Melanie admitted. She didn’t want her sister to meet her Dimbo persona under any circumstances. She was more concerned that Nicole would tell their mother and her mother would definitely not approve of Dimbo.

Melanie acted like stripping was just a job to pay the bills and nothing more. She didn’t let on that she enjoyed the attention and craved the raunchy setting.

“Oh my god! Just like your big sis! I was hot shit back in the day! Now, I’ve got this mom tummy and a little cellulite, but you totally have the looks for it! You must be rolling in cash!” Nicole said. She talked about champagne and limousines. “The DJ used to play Darling Nikki for me and let me feature dance on Friday and Saturday nights!”

“We just work dayshift. After paying out the house, I usually don’t come home with anything,” Melanie admitted truthfully.

“We?” Nicole picked up on the fact that Melanie had mentioned another girl.

“Savannah works there too,” Melanie said.

“Shit! She didn’t look old enough to me!” Nicole observed.

“Her dad is one of the owners of the strip club,” Melanie said truthfully.

“Oh, it must be nice to be friends with the boss’s daughter! They probably give you so many privileges. You can come and go as you please!” Nicole couldn’t have been more wrong. She asked, “You let her date your son?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Melanie replied.

“She is a stripper!” Nicole reminded her.

“Yeah, so am I!” Melanie pointed out.

“I wouldn’t let Jonathon date any girl like me. I was worried when he came out as gay. Now, I am happy. It means he won’t have to put up with crazy bitches!” Nicole smirked. She returned the conversation back to the money that Melanie was earning. “If you make at least three hundred cash a day plus tips at the strip club, then how come you are not living in a mansion?” Nicole’s eyes were bright with the possibility.

Melanie started to explain, but Nicole stopped her.

“I know exactly how it goes. I’d make six hundred one night and then buy a pair of shoes with goldfish living in the heels and wonder why I was broke. You don’t have to say anything,” Nicole chuckled. She offered a suggestion. “I don’t know how strict they are at your club,” she said as if asking a question.

“They are pretty strict but probably not strict enough for Savannah and me,” Melanie grinned at the truth in that statement.

“Oh good, well, I don’t how table dances work there, but we had a couple booths. If a guy got me in the booth and was cute, I would give him a special dance. If he dared to pull my thong to the side and take his dick out, I’d sit on just the tip of his dick. I didn’t let him cum inside me. The minute I felt the spurt, I’d pull off of him. You may be able to make a little extra cash that way,” Nicole suggested with a daring expression on her face.