Chapter 22

Barbie had not planned to tell Ariel her dirty little secrets. She kept most of them to herself, but she knew Joe would be unhappy when she told him. IF she told him. She felt obligated to tell him now, though, and face the music. She’d just have to find a way to explain how it happened and accept whatever he decided.

Kevin would be a different story altogether. She fully expected her little brother to tease her. She and Kevin got along fairly well. He had played a few relatively harmless practical jokes on her in the past, but he had done that with Ariel and Joe as well. There was no specific animosity between them, but Barbie was apprehensive anyway. She knew Kevin would probably try to take advantage of the situation, and she prepared herself for that. She also told herself that she would, under no circumstances, tell him what she’d told Ariel about her and Joe.

She pulled her t-shirt down as far as it would go (about mid-thigh) and then knocked on her little brother’s door.

“What?” he demanded. He was preoccupied with his X-box game.

“Housekeeping!” Barbie called back playfully, remembering what Kevin had said about her being a waitress at dinner.

“Oh, goody! Come on in!” he sounded bemused by her presence. Barbie sighed and reminded herself she was in brat mode. The problem was that she felt so incredibly submissive and calm at the moment. She had been fucked for the first time in her life. She had also made up with her little sister, and that made her feel a sense of clarity of purpose. She made a lemony face and tried to switch into brat mode so she could keep up with Kevin’s barbs.

The smell of sweat and dirty socks assaulted her nose, and she didn’t really know how Kevin could stand it in here. There was the distinct odor of “boy,” and it disgusted Barbie.

Kevin’s room was a jumble of Manga, anime’ figurines, video game stuff, and Star Wars.

It would take all night to give it a proper cleaning. She wondered how her mother could let him keep his room in such a disorganized state.

Kevin’s Anime stuff frequently seemed perverted to Barbie. He had figurines of scantily clad cat women with big bouncing breasts in sexy outfits. Barbie didn’t recognize the titles of his Manga, but much of it ws related to Hentai, Futanari, Shota, and Ecchi - the DVD covers said so.

He was an avid collector of Japanese DVDs that were normally not available in America. She had no idea Kevin had just finished watching Shinsei: Futanari Idol - Dekatama-Kei! For the seventh time.

This is the story of Riko and Mizuho, two unbelievably beautiful girls who just happen to have giant cocks between their legs. They also have huge tits and they giggle all the time. One is shy, the other is a pervert, but they both try to keep their penises a secret.

They are recruited to become singing sensations, which is a dream come true for both. One day, Riko tries to perv on Mizuho and finds out about her dick. At first, Mizuho tries to hide it, but Riko isn’t having that, so she begins to grab and rub her penis, which forces her to orgasm. Kevin shot his load at the same time Riko did.

Barbie rarely visited his room. She and her younger brother had very little in common, and usually, he would never have permitted her to enter his “Kevin Cave.” It was his domain here where he came to play video games and apparently masturbate in privacy.

He seemed to be engrossed in his Xbox. His laptop was open and several of the tabs were clearly pornographic websites. She noticed wadded up tissues all over the floor and she surmised either Kevin had a cold or he jerked off into them. She rolled her eyes when she saw the sheer quantity of them.

His desk was a jumble of notepaper, a couple of textbooks, and lots of models. He’d made enough room to start construction of a model x-wing, but the glue bottle was lying on its side stuck to the top of the box. It looked like a project he’d quickly tired of.

Kevin’s mother probably would have complained about how extensively he had left things out since the last time she cleaned. He had intentionally made a mess because he knew his sister was expected to clean it up.

He snapped his fingers without looking at her. “Less looking and more cleaning!”

“As you command, Grand Lord Supreme Kevin Almighty,” Barbie snickered just like Candy would have, if her brother Harlan had told her to do something. She began to straighten up, but there was no fixing all of this in half an hour. She would have to do just as much as she could within the thirty minutes Joe had given her. Her brother insisted she bend at the waist, and that was perhaps the most humiliating aspect of picking up her brother’s room because he frequently took his eyes from his game to stare at her ass.

“Now, that sounds better!” Kevin snickered right back. “Speaking of which, how about a panty check?”

“Gross, no way, Kevin!” Barbie told him absolutely not. It wasn’t that she minded flipping up her shirt. She was probably flashing a lot of her pantied crotch at him when she bent over. It was the idea that HE could order her to do it that irked her. It was flattering and powerful when Joe did it, but that is because she’d surrendered to Joe. She didn’t think of Kevin that way at all.

“What is the big deal? I can see your fat butt when you bend over anyway?” he chuckled as he turned his attention to slaughtering some accountant from Wisconsin in a game of Fortnite.

“My butt is not fat, and if you’re looking at it, you can see that I have panties on, so why do you need me to flip up my shirt?” she stuck her nose in the air and pouted like Ariel might have.

“You don’t seem to have a problem doing it when Joe tells you to,” he sneered.

“I do, but I don’t have any choice in that! It’s different with you. So, you’ll have to get your jollies some other way and stop staring at my butt!” She threw a stuffed Pokemon doll at her little brother.

“It’s so big it blocks out the light in here!” Kevin teased. “All I have to do is go ask Joe to let me give you panty checks, and he will, so you might want to just do it and save me the trip!” Kevin snickered.

It was a small humiliation to flip her t-shirt up. Barbie knew she could just do it and placate her brother. It was the principle of doing what Kevin told her that bothered her. She wondered if she would have felt the same way about Joe if he had talked his parents into putting her on restriction without knowing she wanted to be his pet. She probably would have naturally resented being told what to do by her older brother as well.

“Go ahead and ask him then,” she stuck out her tongue at him. She knew she didn’t HAVE to do anything to save Kevin ‘the trouble’ of asking permission.

“If I do, then I am going to ask him to let me do bra checks too! You have one of those on?” he said as he set his controller down in frustration. The accountant in Wisconsin respawned and took him out at the end of the match.

“That’s so mean and perverted, Kevin, even for you!” Barbie countered back. She genuinely started to turn red. She’d offered to suck a stranger’s cock today and been less embarrassed in comparison to how she felt being talked to this way by her little brother. The fact that she knew him and she might never see the stranger again probably had a lot to do with that.

“You are the one walking around braless, yet I AM the pervert for looking at what you are showing me?” Kevin turned his focus on his sister and addressed her. “Okay, one last chance. Booby Check. Let’s see if you are properly padded, like a good girl,” he asked.

“Buzz off,” Barbie turned around and began cleaning. She stuck her ass out and arched her back as she did. She was trying not to show him how red her face was and, at the same time, prove she wouldn’t be rattled if he really did look at her butt. Kevin admired the fine strip of white panty between his sister’s pussy and ass crack for a moment.

“Fine. I am going to talk to Joe!” he huffed and left the room.

Barbie kept cleaning. She wondered what Joe would say? She assumed she could stall long enough by saying she’d have to hear it from Joe directly. She didn’t have her phone with her, or she would have texted Joe to warn him that their brother was coming to see him.

In the meantime, Barbie took the opportunity to clean up the tissues around her brother’s desk. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of watching her picking up his cum-soaked tissues with her fingers. She didn’t have a broom or any cleaning supplies because she was supposed to be just straightening up right now and managing clutter. The deep cleaning would happen this weekend according to their mother’s chore wheel she kept on the fridge.

After she tossed several in the bin, she sniffed one. She wondered if it would smell like Joe’s semen. Her older brother had a very distinct taste that was quite different from Duncan or the Mexican construction worker she’d blown this afternoon. Kevin abruptly opened the door and almost caught her with the tissue up to her nose. She immediately felt her heart jump up to her throat and was incredibly embarrassed. She had almost been caught trying to analyze the smell of cum. She was probably being just as creepy as her little brother even though she didn’t want to admit it to herself.

“What did he say?” She asked as casually as she dared.

“Doesn’t matter.” Kevin’s answer told her all she needed to know. If Joe had said she had to do it, Kevin would have lead with that. “The point is that something is up. Mom and Dad may be too repressed to call you on it. They probably don’t want to upset the perfect little bubble that they live in. Ariel worships the ground you walk on, so she wouldn’t call you out either,” he said.

Barbie didn’t think Ariel worshipped her but if she did, that would be quite flattering. Her little sister was a precocious free-spirit that followed her own path. She doubted that Ariel was influenced by her at all.

“I don’t know what is going on with Joe, but something is different about him too. All I know is that you changed your name, changed everything about how you act, and how you dress all in the same day. You’ve been as rigid and predictable as a mom since as long as I can remember. Now suddenly, you are Barbie, and the perfect daughter is on restriction?” Kevin sounded like he was trying to put together a mystery in his head.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Sometimes a coincidence is just a coincidence. I’ve wanted to stop being a bookworm and be lonely on Saturday nights for a long time. She felt put on to tell him any more than that. Barbie had made a deal with herself that she would never reveal anything to Kevin about her and Joe, and she was going to stick to that.

Unfortunately it seemed clear he was very close to figuring out, and that worried Barbie. She told him that it was all in his imagination, and that’s all there was to it. “Yeah, I wanted to change and try out a new nickname. That has nothing to do with getting on restriction. I fucked up the laundry by not paying attention,” she admitted.

“You would never have said ‘fucked up’ yesterday. You would have said, ‘messed up’. It sure is a coincidence that you only fucked up YOUR OWN laundry? And destroyed every outfit you own, which you conveniently replaced with, I’m guessing here, slutty clothes?” he asked with one raised eyebrow.

Barbie couldn’t deny his guess. He’d know soon enough that allher new clothes were indeed what their mom would consider indecent. “Look, I am almost done cleaning up your room. How about you take your conspiracy theories and your pornographic websites and let me finish cleaning, Kevin?”

“Fine.” Kevin warned her that he would be watching her.

“Oh, I am sure! Watching my butt mostly! You creeper!” she chuckled. Barbie was secretly flattered even though he was her brother. She had no reservations about fucking Joe now. It had been a really big taboo, but she saw him as her protector and owner now. She didn’t think of Kevin that way at all. He was still just her perverted little brother, and she planned to keep thinking of him that way.

THE CONFESSION AND EDUCATION OF A PERFECT SLUT

Written by Barbie Chipman

I was physically exhausted from the spanking, fucking, sucking, but most of all, the cleaning. It had taken me more than hour to finish Kevin’s room alone. I didn’t want to half-ass the cleaning. I knew Joe wouldn’t check up on me. I just felt if I was going to clean Kevin’s room it I might as well do it right.

Kevin had confused me so much that cleaning gave me a time to think. Usually, when I think, I spend time thinking about endless possibilities and the myriad ways I could act when situations arose.

Now that I had surrendered myself to my brother, I was starting to do much less of that. I was more focused and meditative while I cleaned. It allowed me to calm myself and find my center.

Unfortunately I also knew I’d have to tell Joe what I had told Ariel. The sooner the better, because if I let it wait, then I was sure he would be even angrier with me. I suspected he would be mad that I made the choice to address my behavior with her. I did it for all the right reasons, but Joe had been very clear that I was no longer the one to decide things for myself. What was done was done, though, and I couldn’t un-tell Ariel. I would have to throw myself on his mercy.

As to Kevin, that was something else entirely. I was puzzled by him. I suspected he’d try to find a way to benefit from my restriction. What surprised me most was that he was able to connect so many dots with his observation.

I suppose my brother and I had left a trail of bread crumbs for anyone to figure out if they looked hard enough. This was all so new to us, and we were probably making some of our games a little too obvious.

Kevin had also asked really good probing questions. I reflected on some of the ones he asked. When he said he had to go ask Joe if he could tell me to do a panty check, I probably accidentally revealed that Joe was really in charge when I told him he needed to. Then I realized Joe might find fault with me making Kevin ask about panty checks in the first place. One of my rules was that I was supposed to be making my siblings’ lives easier and Kevin had said, I should save him the trouble of having to ask. I hadn’t.

I didn’t think about it at the time, but I’ve grossly underestimated my little brother’s curiosity and intelligence. I used to think I was the smartest kid of all of us because I always had the best grades.

I realize now both Joe and Kevin both have a lot more common sense than me. Joe has the same ability that Kevin does, to ask probing questions and reach intelligent conclusions. I guess it must run in the family.

I took a much needed hot shower and let the water wash over my naked body. I explored myself, and while I was tempted to masturbate to orgasm, I didn’t. Joe had made clear to me that I could no longer make that decision for myself. As much as I was tempted to break the rules for a self-indulgent finger-fuck in the shower, I resisted temptation.

I washed my hair and really took my time. I was refreshed and feeling relaxed when I opened the shower curtain.

I was shocked to see my brother Joe seated calmly on the toilet holding a plastic bottle. He looked angry and impatient. Before I even knew who it was I found myself bent over, hiding my tits and pussy.

Recovering slowly, I straightened and uncovered my ‘goodies’. “What are you doing in here, Master?” I asked nervously as I grabbed a towel.

“The better question is, what were you doing in the shower for so long? From now on, you will use cold water only and complete your entire shower in five minutes. The only thing you could have been doing with that extra time is playing with yourself and last I checked, that was my job,” he said quite seriously. “Then again, Kevin paid me a visit, and he seems to think it is HIS job now,” he said.

“I don’t know what he said, Sir, but I can explain,” I offered to tell him everything that transpired between Kevin and me as I dried off.

“I am starting to wonder how much of what you tell me, I can believe. You seem to think that you can still make choices for yourself. The only choice you need to make is to obey me and be totally honest with me. No secrets,” he insisted. I was nervous and felt quite vulnerable and not just because I was naked and Joe was fully dressed. When he mentioned secrets, I felt even more guilty about the ones I kept with my sister.

“Drop the towel and get into pet position,” he said. I obeyed even though I was still a little wet and now cold, too. I was on my hands and knees as I adjusted my clit so that it was pulled out.

“This is a Fleet enema bottle. It contains 27.8 ounces of cleansing solution. It’s the family size,” he let me see the slender tip of the bottle before he jammed it into my asshole. He left it there to drain into my backside. I found myself wondering what families would share an enema!