Chapter 24

“Slap on a fresh coat of makeup while you are up there! I also want your toes and fingernails painted before the dance tonight. Must look smoking hot for Dylan,” Joe teased his sister as he followed her upstairs so he could put on his school clothes.

“Yes, Master,” Barbie answered her brother. She seldom wore much makeup when she was just plain Barbara. She was sure Ariel would let her use her makeup, and she could find some cherry lipstick and blue eyeshadow to make her look a little slutty.

“Watch the Master stuff around the house,” Joe warned as they reached the top of the stairs.

“I am sure mom would freak out more about me wearing boy shorts that look like panties to jog than she would be calling you Master!” she teased playfully while anticipating another swat to her bottom. She wasn’t disappointed.

“Yeah, well, wait until she sees what I’ve chosen for you to wear to school! Now before you freak out, just calm your tits and follow my lead!” Joe and Barbie went their separate ways upstairs.

Joe could leisurely take his time, but Barbie was expected to be back downstairs in less than ten minutes, wearing just a t-shirt and panties with her makeup and hair ready. It seemed like an impossible task, but she managed it.

Her mother was already up and preparing breakfast. “Nice of you to join me,” Helen said sarcastically.

“Sorry, Mom, I’m not used to getting up this early,” Barbie yawned. She had been awake most of the night listening to her brother’s breathing and had found it hard to sleep as she reflected on the day to come.

“If six in the morning is tough for you, you should try your brother’s schedule. Joe is out jogging every morning before I even wake up!” Helen reminded her daughter.

“I know, Mom. I joined him this morning,” she replied as her mother prepared breakfast.

Helen looked at her skeptically. “You didn’t wear that t-shirt, did you?” she asked, then told her daughter to grab her some butter and eggs from the refrigerator.

“No, don’t be silly!” Barbie smirked. She imagined her mother’s face if she had admitted she wore something far skimpier to run around their neighborhood in.

“Was this part of your punishment or something you already wanted to do?” Helen asked.

“It’s not a punishment, mom! You, dad, and Joseph made the rules to that, remember? Joseph just told me that I could afford to get in better shape if I want to join the cheerleading squad,” Barbie replied.

“You’re joining cheerleading?” Helen asked in surprise. It was the first time her daughter had ever mentioned joining Joe and Ariel in sports. Without waiting for a reply, she continued, “Anyway, I don’t think I actually made the rules at all,” Helen observed wryly. She didn’t want to get into that so she changed the subject. “What about honor society? Why all the sudden changes?” she asked.

“It probably just seems sudden to you, mom. I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” Barbie admitted. That much was actually true. Barbie had regretted her goody-two-shoes image for a while.

She had just never thought she could change her nature on her own. She was too worried about what others might think. Barbie was stuck in her routine to do anything about it independently. The fact that Joe was making her change was heavenly to her. It lifted the burden of making decisions but it also made her feel less guilty about all the dirty thoughts she was having since she was simply obeying orders.

“Why didn’t you talk to me about any of this before you made all these big decisions?” Helen asked as she showed Barbie how to prepare pancakes.

“I was afraid you’d tell me I shouldn’t do them and look down your nose at me at me for trying,” Barbie said truthfully. Everything that happened had all been such a whirlwind. It was hard to believe she had ruined her clothes only just last night. “I promise I’ll still come to you for advice too, though, mom!” she lied.

“Am I really that bad?” Helen asked rhetorically. “Well, you’re probably right. In hindsight, I know there are a lot of things I would have done differently, but that is because I have already made the same mistakes you’re looking at. I would rather you learn from mine so you don’t make the same ones,” she said.

Barbie thought it was highly unlikely her mother had ever made THESE kinds of mistakes. She tried not to smirk as she imagined asking her uncle Roy about whether or not her mother had ever surrendered her dignity and control to him.

It wasn’t a mistake to her anyway – Barbie wanted this more than ever now. Barbie assumed her mother’s plan for her to avoid mistakes, was to make her as predictable and boring as she herself was. That certainly wasn’t what Barbie wanted now!

“Maybe if you allowed me to make my own decisions more, you’d find I HAVE learned a thing or two from you, mom,” Barbie couldn’t help but say. Then she thought about being in a tee shirt and panties. Her mom had been loath to agree to that, even just around the house.

Helen didn’t answer her daughter’s comment, but it bounced around in her own head, making her wonder if her daughter didn’t have a point. Was she too rigid? No. It was for the best, she convinced herself as she worked.

“No, not like that! Pay more attention to what you are doing,” Helen chided Barbie for not flipping the pancakes. She quickly took control of the pan. Barbie thanked her for showing her how to make breakfast and said she had a lot to learn.

“You could have woken up early any day before today, and I would have shown you. You didn’t have to get in trouble to hang out with me,” Helen said, sounding a little sad. “It makes me feel bad that the only reason you are down here right now is that you think it’s a term of your punishment,” Helen admitted. It really did bother her, knowing that Barbie wouldn’t have wanted to spend time bonding if she wasn’t being forced to.

“I am sorry, Mom. I guess I’ve been a selfish brat,” Barbie apologized. She didn’t want to hurt her mom’s feelings. She also remembered she was supposed to be in brat mode. She had intentionally burnt one side of the pancakes when her mother had let her handle them even while insisting she knew what she was doing.

It was pretty easy to seem clueless in the kitchen because she really was. Barbie felt guilty that she was more of a hindrance than a help, and even if she hadn’t been in brat mode, she would have been next to useless.

Despite her failures, her mother kept patiently instructing her on the finer points of making bacon, toast, pancakes, eggs, and biscuits. Helen prepared another fantastic home-cooked meal, and Barbie set the table.

Her siblings started to emerge from their bedrooms when the smell of bacon wafted upstairs. Helen had timed that smell reaching them to provide her kids with enough time to eat and prepare for school. They all loved bacon!

“I smell something burnt. I guess Barbie really is cooking this morning?” Kevin sniffed as he joined Joe and Ariel at the table. “Panty check!” he shouted at Barbie as she flitted around, filling up the orange juice.

“Kevin, you aren’t supposed to give your big sister a panty check!” Helen scolded Kevin. She wasn’t comfortable with Joe doing it but she definitely wasn’t going to concede to Kevin bossing his older sister around in that manner.

She regretted being the person who made such a big deal about her wearing panties under the shirt in the first place.

Helen’s scolding was too late, though. Barbie had already flipped her shirt up abruptly at the same time as her mother had spoken. She covered by saying, “What’s the big deal, mom? you or Joe were going to do it anyway. It doesn’t matter who tells me. I have panties on so it doesn’t matter,” she sighed. When Helen didn’t bother to argue the point, she winked at Kevin to let him know she didn’t mind his command.

He was shocked but pleasantly surprised. After their conversation the night before, he thought there would be some animosity. It almost took all of the fun out of telling her to flip her shirt up now that he knew she would do it anytime he told her to do it.

Barbie hovered around the table like a dutiful but sassy waitress. She tossed straws and a napkin at her little sister playfully. She put extra bacon on Joe AND Kevin’s plates while teasing them with playful banter. She found it much easier to be sassy and bratty when her entire family was together. She made a point to evenly distribute her jokes so that she didn’t leave anyone out.

“Where is your tee shirt this morning? I thought you were going full Nelson Mandela with Barbie?” Kevin asked Ariel. Ariel had agreed to back off on trying to help her sister so she could continue whatever game she was playing and had instead gone the other direction.

“If her shirt was up your ass, you would know about it,” Barbie answered for her little sister. It was a cute and very spontaneous comment. It was also highly unusual for Barbie to say ‘ass’ much less at the dining table. Their mother frowned on profanity. It didn’t mean that no one ever used it at, and they had said far worse.

It did mean that Helen would remind them all about decorum and talking politely at the table.

“Yeah, what did I tell you would happen if you kept using profanity at the table, Barbie?” Joe spoke up while he ate.

“I don’t remember, Joseph,” Barbie looked genuinely concerned. She hadn’t sat down yet to enjoy her own breakfast. She had assumed the plan was for her to eat at the last minute. That way she could change and make a mad dash for the door before her mother had a chance to protest. She didn’t have any clue where Joe was going with his question.

“Yeah, just like you don’t remember that every day, mom reminds you that there is no profanity at the table, and you do it anyway!” he said.

“Oh, Joe, you say much worse sometimes!” Ariel instinctively reminded her brother that he was being a hypocrite. She let it drop when she saw a look on Barbie’s face that suggested she should let it go.

“Follow me!” Joe dropped his napkin and led his sister into the bathroom. He firmly closed the door so that their mom couldn’t complain about doors slamming while ensuring everyone understood his mood.

“Damn, did Barbie’s eggs make him crap his pants or something?” Kevin offered a joke in the awkward silence that followed.

“I made the eggs, Kevin. And don’t say the ‘c’ word!” Helen reminded him.

“And they are excellent eggs!” Kevin smiled at his mother and held up his fork covered in eggs before taking a bite of them.

In the downstairs bathroom, Joe pulled Barbie’s thong to the side and slipped his dick into his sister’s pussy while she bent her over the sink. He put his hands around her throat and held her close so that he could whisper into her ear. “You are so fucking hot! I couldn’t wait another moment to fuck your sweet cunt,” he told her as he drove his cock into her wet pussy. She didn’t consider resisting him but rather, encouraged his thrusts even though most of their family was so close behind a single closed door.

“Oh, Master, yes fuck me,” Barbie quietly swooned with delight. She’d happily be late for school if it meant enjoying a spontaneous fuck session. Fucking her Master was possibly the best part of being his slave. She didn’t think about the consequences or excuses she’d have to give for why her brother and her had spent an extended amount of time alone in the bathroom.

Joe paused with his cock deeply in his sister’s clutching pussy and slid his rough hands over her mouth and throat and said, “All in good time, Pet! You haven’t been giving me much to work with out there,” he said then thrust his penis in and out of her rapidly. “You are supposed to be in brat mode, but you’ve been a perfect little angel. You haven’t fucked up once. The worst thing you did was say, ‘ass’,” he chided her.

“I am sorry, Sir?” Barbie was confused. Her brother was urgently humping her from behind and she could feel every inch of his excitement yet he was disappointed in her, and she didn’t understand.

“I need you to cuss me out right now and tell me you are not going to do it! Loud enough mom can hear,” he said as he continued to pump her pussy.

“Do it? Do what? Sex, Sir?” Barbie was close to panicking at the idea Joe wanted everyone to know she was being fucked by her own brother just feet from their mother and siblings.

“No! It doesn’t matter what it is. Just cuss me out! Tell me to shove my advice up my own ass or something,” he panted as he fucked her forcefully from behind.

Barbie did as she’d been told, almost screaming while Joe pounded into her cunt. “Stop trying to tell me what to do, you dumbass! I am not doing what you say! Only mom and dad are the boss of me!” Barbie shouted.

“Mom and Dad would make you do the same thing! I am just trying to help!” Joe tried to sound patient even as he raised his voice.

“Hell, no! I’m not doing it and you can’t make me!” Barbie said.

“You will or I’ll make you do it for a week!” Joe demanded loud enough that it could be heard in the dining room. He whispered in her ear that she needed to give him more profanity.

“You cocksucker! How dare you!” Barbie summoned up the only vulgarity she could think of, and then Joe forced her mouth open with his fingers. He stuffed a full bar of soap into her mouth and made her bite down on it. He wanted her protests to sound authentic, so he didn’t give her any warning.

“I am not throwing hammers and hoping nothing gets broken, Barbie. I have a plan. When we go back I need you to show everyone how much you hate this but do not remove this soap from your mouth,” he whispered.

The soap tasted acrid, and Barbie’s eyes immediately began to water. She naturally wanted to spit it out. Joe continued loudly, “I doubt you will want to use profanity again at the table. You can watch us eat and enjoy a nice tasty bar of soap! Come on!”

Joe had the hardest time of his life pulling his throbbing cock out of Barbie’s pussy, He knew he could have fucked her more and he would have loved to have pumped her full of cum but she wasn’t yet safe for unprotected sex. It was sheer willpower alone that enabled him to resist the hot, wet clutches of her swampy love tunnel. He forced his still hard cock back into his pants and looked at Barbie from behind. He had to use a hand towel to roughly swipe at the juncture where her pussy had already soaked her upper thighs before pulling her thong back into place and letting her tee shirt drop over her ass. Joe roughly pulled her out of the bathroom, still pretending to be outraged at her.