Chapter 8

After breakfast, my mom was shocked that I offered to clear the table and load the dishwasher. I did the best I could to pull my shirt down enough that it didn’t rise up and fully reveal my white panties – and when I bent over, I carefully bent at the knees.

Joe watched disapprovingly. I didn’t want to cause a scene at breakfast.

I also took out the trash WITHOUT changing. I took it all the way to the curb wearing nothing but a tee shirt and panties. It would have been the most daring thing I’d ever done if you didn’t count sucking or sitting on my brother’s dick.

My neighbor saw me and waved. He watched me walk all the way back into the house as if waiting for a peek or a flash of my undies. I was strangely flattered that he’d smiled at me. He was an older man and handsome too. I knew that to him I’d always been just a silly girl – at least until this morning.

“Thanks for taking out the trash for me,” Kevin said when I got back inside. He was shocked I’d done it without asking for anything in exchange. I think he was waiting for me to tell him he’d have to do my chores now.

“No problem,” I smiled at my little brother.

“Barbie likes being helpful! She did a few of my chores for me earlier too!” Joe smirked. The chores I did for him were unspeakable sex acts between a brother and a sister.

“Barbie?” my mom questioned his new nickname for me. Ariel smiled and defended it sweetly.

“Yeah, like a Barbie Doll! She even has real blonde hair!”

“Barbie Dolls also have real big plastic tits!” Kevin reminded her sarcastically. My little sister frowned, and my mom told him to watch his language. “Well, they do!”

“Anyway, Barbie told me she wanted to try out a new nickname. If you don’t think she fits the description of a Barbie, what about calling her, Nikki?” Joe asked my family.

“I think Barbara is a wonderfully classic name. That was my grandmother’s name and she taught me so many amazing things. They don’t make them like her any longer,” My mom assured him I didn’t need a nickname.

“Yep, they don’t make them like Grandma Barbara anymore, so why would we call Nikki by the same name?” Joe asked her.

“I don’t see why you would want to throw away a dignified name for something trashy like Nikki,” my mom scolded me as if it was MY fault for suggesting it.

“I don’t think it’s trashy! My sister is Pinkerbell and no one minds calling her that,” I added.

“We’ve been calling your sister that since she was a baby! Those nicknames sound like stripper names!” my mother insisted. I didn’t tell her that had been my thought too.

“Barbie is not a stripper! She is an astronaut who runs her own business!” my little sister was a big fan of the entire Barbie doll line by Mattel and she was NOT about to let anyone discredit her favorite doll’s abilities, even if they were just make believe.

“Helen, it’s too early for this, this morning. If the girl wants to try out a different name, there are worse things she could be into. Can’t you just let it go?” Dad kissed my mom on the cheek. He told us he was running late for work so we’d need to take the bus to school.

We weren’t used to riding the bus in Chicago. School buses can be scary there, and my parents always drove us to school before we moved to Florida.

“Well, we’ve got about fifteen minutes to make the bus stop. Unless you want to wear what you have on to school, you need to get upstairs and change, Barbie!” Joe smiled at me.

It was done – I was now Barbie. It was official as far as I was concerned. It may have been played off as a silly new nickname, but names have power to me, and this cemented that my new role with my brother had become official.

Once upstairs, my brother invited himself into my room without a second thought. “Strip, slut!” he told me as he started throwing my clothes down from their hangers and digging through them. I quickly removed my t-shirt and waited.

“Panties too! When I say strip, I mean naked!” my brother smacked my ass hard. It got my attention and I apologized as I fumbled to pull them off.

“No more bending at the knee! I saw how you crouched down when you loaded the dishwasher! You’ll be hand washing those tonight for that! You will say that you want to make sure they sparkle!” He said.

“If I bent over, then everyone would have seen my panties! Sir,” I reminded him.

“Yes, of course! That’s the idea, slut. Do you think you are allowed modesty? You only have privacy because I permit it. If I wanted you to change with the door open, I would open the door. Do you have a problem with me being in control?” he asked.

“No, Sir!” I replied without hesitation.

He threw some clothes at me. “These outfits are pathetic. There isn’t anything in here worth saving. Those hello kitty panties are the worst. You can wear them after all,” he said as if the only reason he was allowing it was because they looked so childish.

I was surprised by my brother’s leniency until he told me to ball them up and shove them in my cunt. My pussy is very tight, and it took a lot of effort to get them inside of me. I could feel them every time I took a step. “You don’t like wearing panties?” he asked.

“It’s hard to walk like this, Sir,” I said.

“Oh, is it? take them out again,” Joe said. I handed him the panties and he sniffed them. “Your cunt smells delicious. I can’t wait to eat it later.” He handed my panties back and told me to ball them up and hold them in my mouth this time.

“You’ll learn to do as you are told and walk with panties in your pussy. Your holes belong to me. Since it is too difficult, I want you to put these in your cock hole, and you can throw them away when you get to school. I never want to see them ever again covering your ass,” he insisted.

I balled up the panties and put them in my mouth. I probably looked like a little chipmunk with my cheeks stuffed. “Whatfff iffff someone talkth to meeeffff, Thiiir?” I mumbled.

“Huh? I can’t understand you,” Joe laughed.

“Now, onto a more serious matter. Last night I gave you eight spanks on your ass and promised you I’d double it if you didn’t beg for a spanking first thing this morning. This morning I even prompted you but still you didn’t beg,” he reminded me.

Fiddlesticks! I’d forgotten! How was that even possible? Fantasies of how I’d ask for it had been what I’d finally passed out with. “Thooooory thiiiir!” I wanted to spit out the panties and clearly beg for a spanking but I knew that would be worse than having forgotten to beg in the first place.

I had really WANTED the spanking to prove to my Master that I was committed but I’d been so caught up in everything else that had happened today that it had just never seemed like the time to ask. Or maybe I’d been scared to ask and have him laugh at me? No. Definitely not, I was sure of that. Just scared, period.

I was interrupted in my introspection by Joseph asking a question. “You decide. Sixteen on your ass or four spanks to each tit,” he offered. “You still have to suck my cock and we need to get to the bus stop or we’ll be late because of you. What’s it to be? Point to your ass or tits.”

His suggestion was as bad as him telling me I had to beg for a spanking in the first place! Now I was being given the task of making it clear where I wanted him to spank me. The eight spanks from last night had turned me into a quivering mass of jello, confused as to whether I loved it or hated it. But the other option was a spanking right on my boobies. Maybe if I chose them, my pussy wouldn’t drool like it had last night when he’d spanked my bottom? I scrunched my eyes shut and brought my hands up to my boobs, lightly cupping them as if offering them to him.

“Good choice, slut! It’s where I was going to spank you anyway!” My brother assured me.

The titty spanking was quick but very effective. It hurt way more than him spanking my bottom even though I think he spanked them more softly than he had, my bottom. Still, feeling his palm slam against my nipples sent electricity flowing directly to my pussy and I nearly came! It was so much harder staying still when he spanked me there but somehow I managed not to fall over. Until after the last one where I dropped to my knees and practically tore my brother’s cock free of his pants in my haste to get it inside my mouth. He didn’t complain or even last long. He was as ready to cum after I’d ridden his penis this morning, as I was although he never gave me permission to touch myself. I almost did anyway. A few times.

When he came I swallowed almost without gagging or thought. I had hoped he’d tell me I’d done a good job but instead, he just told me to get dressed. “I will talk for you. You can nod or smile,” he said as if the spanking or blowjob hadn’t even registered as an interruption. “I want you to sit on my lap on the bus today. In the future, I might make you offer to sit on some other boy’s lap,” he insisted.

I’ve seen girls from the trailer park sit on their boyfriend’s laps before. Our bus driver doesn’t give a shit. The bus is crowded, but it isn’t THAT crowded. I smiled at him with the panties in my mouth and got dressed as he handed me items to wear.

Joe chose my shortest skirt. It was pleated and denim and something I had outgrown the year before. I doubt I’d worn it more than once. He found a tight shirt for me that did nothing to hide my tits. He could sense my apprehension.

“Your boobs are blossoming! In some cultures, that is celebrated. Don’t be ashamed of those tits. They belong to me now,” he said as he squeezed my nipple through the shirt. I’d have never gone to school without panties or a bra but right now, my nipples were so hard from the spanking they’d received that they were making tents in the material of my shirt!

In Indian River County, where we live, the school is pretty liberal about their dress code. It’s Florida, and it is hot here, so I think they cut us some slack on skimpy outfits.

I’ve seen girls wearing much less than what I had on. Becky was a classic example of someone who didn’t wear a bra most of the time, either. As far as I knew, she didn’t flash boys or anything like that. I suspected she just liked to get them to look at her so she could sneer at them for gawking at her body.

The problem was getting past my mother like this. Joe picked some formal two-inch heels for me. They were totally not comfortable for school and hurt my feet. Joe said he couldn’t wait to get me some proper slut clothes.

On the way out of the house, my mother held up a finger to complain, but Joe baffled her with some bullshit about us being late and we hustled out of the house. I wanted to giggle, but my mouth was full at the time.

Kevin and Ariel ride the bus with us. “Hey Barbie!” my little sister grinned and asked if I could play Barbie dolls with her after school. It was not something I would ordinarily do.

I shrugged like I didn’t know. “Barbie is going to have a lot to do tonight. She has to get ready for Homecoming tomorrow! I am sure she’ll make time to play Barbies with you this weekend instead,” Joe assured her with a wicked grin on his face.

I smiled at my little sister. Kevin seemed reluctant to engage me about how I was dressed or acting. It was as if he was unsure what was going on, and he wanted to study me a little before making a wisecrack.

I was thankful for that. We avoided them on the bus and I sat in Joe’s lap as ordered. I smiled at the boy next to us. He didn’t ask me any questions. We were so new to the area that most students probably didn’t know Joe was my brother. They may not have cared anyway.

The first stop after ours was the trailer park where Dylan, Becky and a few other kids got on. It’s super close to our house. I saw Becky and Ariel’s friend Marylin briefly bicker and Becky told her to get her “stinky ass out of her face”, but Ariel had saved a seat for her so she chose to ignore Becky’s harassment and sat down next to Ariel instead of standing up to Becky the bully. Ariel and Marylin were quickly lost in conversation.

Dylan noticed I was sitting on Joe’s lap. He raised an eyebrow like he was shocked and a little jealous. He didn’t say anything about it and found a seat in the back of the bus.

On the way to school, Joe reminded me that I belonged to him by whispering in my ear. “You will be controlled even at school. I am going to introduce you to a new diet and you will eat it at school.”

I wanted to ask him what it was. I couldn’t because I was nearly gagged with my own soaked panties. Joe said he liked it when I could only listen and nod. “You will sit with your legs slightly wider in class than you had at home. You will bend over at the waist without bending your knees much. I don’t care if someone sees your cunt or your ass. I want them to see it. If someone does, just smile or ask them why they are looking up your skirt.”

I grunted disapprovingly. Joe could sense my frustration.

“I don’t want you to get suspended but your teachers are all going to see your muff! Today that’s just going to look like a wet slit with a lot of hair! Tomorrow it will be smooth and bald. The ones who want to look are going to look. The ones who won’t, will not look. They aren’t going to call you out for it because then they’d have to admit they were looking up your skirt,” Joe said they wouldn’t want to bring that up.

I wanted to remind him that some of my female teachers might take issue with how I was sitting.

“Here is my rule of thumb,” Joe explained his new idea of a limit. “You wanted limits and boundaries. I need to be able to train you to be my perfect slut. You wanted to be more outgoing and like Becky – well, this is part of the training. You will do EXACTLY what I tell you, HOW I tell you, and WHEN I tell you,” Joe insisted. He brought his knee up on my cunt to bump me in the seat. I could feel his hard dick under my skirt.

He reached under my skirt with his hand. The boy sitting next to us clearly saw what he was doing. Joe smiled right at him and raised my skirt a little. Joe jammed his finger into my pussy, and finger-banged me. He was discreet enough that only the boy in the seat next to us could see. I was lucky we were in a window seat, and he was on the outside to keep other eyes from watching, but I don’t think Joe cared.

The boy stared at the show we were providing him.

“I know this kid. He is a little pervert. I knew he wouldn’t complain. IF someone complains about it when you follow my rules, I will decide whether to suspend your rules temporarily,” my brother promised me.

That seemed fair but I wondered what about when he wasn’t there? We had cell phones and I could text him but there were so many variables. I couldn’t ask about them because I was gagged.

“Mom is always going to complain, so she is a special case. It has to be to the point where she is going to restrict you or forbid you from doing things before I will consider amending the rules for her. Today, you did very well at the table. You need to speak up more for yourself. I want you to always be HONEST with me. I don’t expect you to tell Mom you are doing what I tell you at the dinner table to become a perfect slut for me. I am going to cut you some slack about being creative if you need to make an excuse for your behavior. That doesn’t mean I want you to STOP that behavior,” he whispered in my ear.