Chapter 18

“Oh, don’t worry, hon! I am not one to judge. Do I look like a prude to you?” Morgan offered apologetically.

“No, not at all. Thanks for the ride!” Joe replied. She was a sexy older woman, and she carried herself like she was all that and a bag of chips. Her tits were obviously fake, and she carried herself with the confidence of a celebrity that Joe should have recognized but didn’t.

They loaded the trunk, and Joe climbed in, Barbie squeezing herself onto his lap. The MG seats were low and small. Sitting in Joe’s lap left very little room for Barbie’s legs. She ended up with them on the dash. If their mom saw them, they’d both be dead meat, Joe knew.

Morgan hadn’t been joking. She was in a hurry! They roared up State Route 1 as if being chased by police. The wind rushing over the windshield of the topless little car made conversation impossible, but Joe didn’t mind. He got to enjoy Barbie in his lap in addition to studying Morgan.

She looked just like some film star he’d seen in an old movie, but he couldn’t remember which one. That actress would probably be long dead by now anyway, while this woman looked to be barely over the hump of her prime.

Morgan was hot for an older woman. There was no denying that. It was impossible to tell precisely how old she was. She had a timeless quality, and she reminded Barbie of the Spider from the story, Charlotte’s Web. Morgan knew things. She was wise and poised, but she was also confident.

Barbie didn’t want to BE her or even be like her. She was just a silly girl right now. She was willing to be shaped into whatever her brother wanted.

Yet, at the same time, there was something about Morgan that made Barbie feel they might share a connection or a commonality in some way. She chalked it up to overthinking things.

She knew things about the world. She was cultured and experienced.

Barbie felt like a new pig in the barn, just learning about mud for the first time she sat next to her.

Joe was a little nervous to make conversation, but there was an awkward silence. Morgan’s tits didn’t move even though there was a lot of wind. His sister’s tits bounced and jiggled constantly. They could feel every vibration from the tiniest bump in the road in that little car. Every time Morgan shifted gears, there was an almost palpable sexual excitement about how she drove the car so passionately.

Their mother drove her car to get from point A to B in the safest manner possible. Morgan drove to consume the road. Even though she wasn’t careless, there was an element of danger to how she handled the little car like an extension of her body that was exciting to the teens. It was almost like a metaphor for how Morgan might live her life.

Only as the little MG slid to a stop raising a cloud of dust when she slowed down to enter their neighborhood, did Joe see that she had the same chrome bracelets on her wrists as the necklace she wore, Joe could imagine getting Barbie something like that too, but hers would be signs of her submission and not fashion accessories.

“You want to ask about the collar?” Morgan said as if she anticipated the question. She checked herself out in the rearview mirror and smacked her lips to check her lipstick.

“Is that what it is?” he asked. The collar was made of stainless steel and heavily polished. There didn’t appear to be a snap – it was a single perfect circle going all the way around her neck.

“That’s what I said it is,” Morgan sounded so much more worldly than Joe. She exuded confidence and sexuality in a way that made her a little larger than life – like a movie star. “It is an eternity collar, and I have matching wrist and ankle manacles. Don’t worry, I get the question a lot, and it doesn’t offend me. I am an open book, hon. Do you want to ask me anything else, or are you just admiring what you see?” she added very seductively.

Barbie felt a sudden tinge of jealousy shoot down her spine, but she remained quiet.

“Do you wear them all the time?” Joe was a little uncomfortable. He was starting to get a boner.

“I thought you might ask me if you can tie me up with them. The answer is, yes, to both questions. This is an eternity collar, and it never comes off. I sleep with it. I do Yoga with it. I fuck with it. I shop with it. Most people are too polite to ask about them. I like it when people aren’t polite,” Morgan smiled at him like she was ready to gobble him up before she spat him out.

Joe wanted to ask more questions. He wanted to ask why she wore them and who put them on her. He suspected they had something to do with BDSM, and now he knew it. He was tongue-tied for the first time today.

“The way the little gash at your side bats her eyelashes every time you tell her what to do or smack her bottom when she doesn’t, tells me you know something about collars,” Morgan observed bluntly. The dismissive way that Morgan regarded Barbie as a gash felt cold and harsh to Barbie. Yet, it also spoke to the fact Morgan knew she could say it, and Barbie would hold her tongue.

“You noticed all of that, did you?” Joe asked nervously. They had only passed each other for a moment, and Morgan had never looked up at them.

Morgan noticed everything. She was incredibly observant and adept at understanding body language and non-verbal communication. She could tell from their reaction that they were more than brother and sister and that she had been right about her assessment.

“Sugar, everybody in that store noticed. A cute little teenage girl flaunting her butt in Publix is nothing that shocking or original. A cute little girl trying to carry way too many groceries with a pair of panties balled up and hanging out of her snatch because her shorts are two times too small for her is going to get noticed by everyone.”

Barbie blushed. There was only one time the panties dropped out of her pussy a little, and she immediately pushed them back in. She thought no one noticed. It took an effort to clench the panties in her pussy, and they frequently slid or moved as she walked. She had to push them deeper inside her a few times this evening.

“Don’t worry, I told you I am not one to judge. Why do you think I offered you a ride home? If you were a bunch of square pegs high on Jesus, I would never have bothered.”

Joe thanked her as they got out of the car. Barbie retrieved the groceries but said nothing. She was intimidated, jealous, and a little bit in awe at how Morgan seemed to be so confident. At the same time, she also had a submissive quality to her. Barbie was JUST starting to understand her own sexual energy and desires, and she was mystified by Morgan’s worldliness.

“Don’t forget, you owe me one, and I don’t even mind if you bring your cute little sister,” Morgan let them out at the end of their street, and they said their goodbyes so they could run the rest of the way. Joe didn’t want to have to explain to his mother that he’d taken a ride from a stranger.

Morgan giggled as she watched Barbie struggle to carry all the groceries and balance them. She didn’t watch her for long. She lowered her sunglasses a little and admired Joe’s athletic build - especially his butt - a bit much like a female Cheetah might admire a Gazelle’s graceful form just before pouncing to make a meal of him.

“Wow, she was different, Master!” Barbie exclaimed once they were out of earshot. Did you see her tattoo?” she added.

Joe gave her a blank look, prompting her to explain.

“Right on her breast ... boob, Sir. I am surprised you didn’t notice it. You were looking pretty hard at them,” she teased with a trace of jealousy.

Joe smacked her butt playfully.

“The tattoo was mostly hidden by her blouse, but it was a crest! Like a family crest or something. She must really be rich if that’s what it was! Am I going to get a tattoo too, Master?”

“I am considering some kind of sign of ownership,” Joe reflected upon what Morgan told him. “I wouldn’t plan on it anytime soon,” he mused.

Barbie looked so sweet and enthusiastic about the idea. It was another thing Joe had never considered. His sister really wanted to get marked for life. He wondered if she was being naïve about her commitment. There would be no going back once her skin was branded. He liked the idea of a collar more than a tattoo, though.

.Joe swung the door to the house open to let his sister carry in the groceries and clothing. “Set the groceries down. I’ll carry them into the kitchen for you, but you will put them away.”

“Okay, Joseph,” Barbie shifted herself into Brat mode. This behavior was all new to her. As exciting as it was to play-act, she also felt incredibly guilty about the level of dishonesty she had to engage in now. Brat mode WAS infinitely better than just coming clean with her parents about wanting to serve her brother, but she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt about having to act contrary to her emerging submissive nature.

She was also unsure just how far to misbehave. She didn’t want to piss Joe off or go too far. She would follow her brother’s cues and try to please him.

“You nearly walked half of the way back, Barbie! Get your lazy butt upstairs and change into your t-shirt. Mom has already started dinner and it looks like she’ll be setting the table, too, if you don’t hurry. That was supposed to be your job! Move, Move, Move, c’mon, get the lead out!” Joe hustled his sister upstairs so she could change.

“Put those new clothes in MY room for now. I’ll decide what is and isn’t going to fly at school!” Joe added as his sister darted up the stairs. It was a good thing because Joe promised he’d make his sister wear something else on the way home, and he’d delivered. It was a pair of black shorts pulled up high and a sheet-white, nearly see-thru tank top that made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.

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Gerald noticed his daughter’s black shorts were pulled up into the crack of her ass like she had a permanent wedgie. Helen and Gerald did not spank their kids, but he recognized her ass was pink as if it had been spanked even as she dashed up the stairs quickly. He felt immediately guilty for looking at his daughter’s ass as she ran up the stairs. He wondered to himself if the reason she seemed so willing to do what her brother said was that Joe had actually spanked his sister. It would be totally inappropriate. He wasn’t sure it was happening, and he definitely didn’t want to know if it was.

He knew Helen probably wouldn’t be as willing to pretend not to notice. Gerald had grown up with strict discipline in his home as a young man. A good old fashioned spanking wouldn’t kill anyone. He decided the less he thought about what might have happened when the siblings went to the store, the better.

The rest of the family was hanging around the living room or the dining area waiting for dinner. Marilyn had left. She may not have gone directly home, but Barbie wondered if she had to strip like Becky and Candy when it was her turn to make dinner or if she was too young to have to join them. The fact they had to shed their clothes entirely for meals, made it easier for Barbie to accept she’d be bra-less in just a white shirt and panties for the rest of the evening.

Helen liked it when her family ate together. She didn’t like anyone to use their cell phones at dinner, and it was a chance to catch up.

“Dang,” Kevin made a sound like a cracking whip. “You really got Barbie running!”

Kevin was clearly amused by his sister’s new restrictions and the fact that it was Joe who was managing her time. He was also calling her by her new nickname without being told to and that was a big plus.

“You guys are such misogynists,” Ariel stuck up her nose in contempt and rolled her eyes like a bored Princess looking down her nose at her mud-covered subjects wallowing in filth.

“You don’t even know what that word means!” Kevin insisted.

“I do! It means, uh...” Ariel was not nearly as smart as her older sister and frequently gave off a vibe as an empty-headed goof-ball. “It means someone who makes women do massages! Massage-o-nist!”

Kevin and Ariel bickered and teased each other while Joe brought the groceries into the kitchen.

“You made your sister carry all of that home by herself?” Helen directed her son where to set the groceries down.

“No, I was right there with her, and yes, she was fully capable of carrying them. Please don’t put them away for her please, mom.” Joe had to stop his mother from instinctively putting the food into the fridge.

“I just wanted to get the milk,” Helen told her son.

“That is HER job now, Mom. It didn’t spoil on the way home, and it won’t spoil now. Barbie will run down those stairs,” He didn’t want to tell his mom what to do and make her feel like they were on two different sides. “I’m just saying the jog was good for her. We talked about why she is on restriction, and she accepted that she deserved it. She wants a chance to prove to you she can be a good girl! Her whole attitude has already started to change,” Joe said.

“Don’t you think you are a little hard on your sister, Joe?” his mother had no idea how it sounded when she said ‘hard-on’ in that context.