Chapter 5

Joe gave his sister an encouraging smile as if to say, ‘there are times when caution is best.’ Barbara knew exactly what that look meant and stayed as quiet as possible.

From their hiding spot in the bushes, they finally saw two shadows making their way down the street, but the shadows weren’t those caused by two people walking. As if he knew Barbara was about to make a sound, he covered her mouth with his hand just before she squeaked in surprise.

Becky was just in front of Candy, but neither was walking. It had been what had produced the weird shadows. Their feet led the way, but that was the only normal part. The rest was like something out of a B-grade movie. Both girls were naked, and they were on their hands and feet like animals, but even that was an understatement. Both girls were looking towards the sky, for the most part, bellies up. They were carefully making their way along the street in a sort of reverse crabwalk, only leaning their heads forward so they could ensure they stayed on track.

Both girls had something stuck either in their butts or their pussies, Barbara couldn’t tell which, especially in the dim light. Becky spoke to Crystal as they drew close. She was shocked by their behavior even though she had just left their house.

It was dark on the road, but anyone could have walked out of their trailers, or a car might have passed by suddenly. The fact that she and her brother may have been caught hiding behind the tree was enough to get Barbara’s juices pumping. This was an altogether next level risk, and neither girl seemed to sweat the possibility of being exposed this way.

The way they waddled with their bellies facing upward toward the moon was impressive to Joe. Candy’s natural tits jiggled like two jelly-filled sacks on her chest. It was her plump belly with her oversized extended belly button that drew his eye.

Becky also looked so hot. Her long blonde hair was trailing under her. Joe could see her nipples were hard from where he was hiding, thirty feet away!

“I give you a head start because you are pregnant. Now I am ahead of you!” Becky taunted her aunt, “Ready to give it up yet?”

“Pity is for the weak, Beck! The bet was to the stop sign. I’m just drafting you like they do in Nascar!” Candy replied confidently.

“That’s football, dumbass, and no one’s picking you anyway!”

“No, I mean, I’m staying out of the wind by following you, smarty pants!”

“If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not wearing pants, and YOU’RE the one who’s going to feast on my stinky carrot when I win! Why’d you have to bet you could crawl upside down like this anyway? It would have been a hundred times easier to crawl on our hands and knees,” Becky complained.

“And get road rash on my tits and belly? No thanks! Besides, my feet are better suited to all the rocks and shit on this road. It would have been a knee-killer for sure!” Candy panted. It was clear she was on her last legs in this unexpected and unusual race.

“Just give it up, slut, and admit that anything you can do, I can do better!” Becky gloated.

“That will be the day, cunt muffin!” the girls continued on into the darkness past the trailers where Joe and Barbara had hidden.

“Are you going to make me do THAT?” Barbara asked her brother with a broad grin on her face. What those two sluts had done was so spectacularly over the top that both Joe and Barbara couldn’t stop grinning about how hilarious it was to witness.

“I am not going to MAKE you do anything. I don’t MAKE monkeys, I train them,” Joe reminded her of something Harlan said earlier in response to one of their questions.

“Well, let’s say I refuse an order? What will you do, Sir?” Barbara was pie-eyed as she considered all the what-if scenarios that might happen if she committed herself to her brother’s instructions.

He said that would depend on the situation and the number of times she had refused. Joe hadn’t had time to consider all the possible variables to give her an exact answer.

The vagueness of his response made Barbara’s stomach quiver nervously. It was scary not to have an answer. She wanted Joe to have a plan, and despite it being unrealistic, he could have thought of one so quickly she could have it right now. It was the unknowns that were giving her the most fear about whether or not she had made a tremendous mistake asking Joe to start this with her.

Joe could tell his sister was uneasy. He knew her better than anyone. They’d grown up together through thick and thin. He’d always looked out for his little sister. His sister was smarter than him when it came to books, but Joe was calm and confident.

He assured his sister that if he gave her an answer without thinking about it, she wouldn’t like it.

“How do you know, Sir?” Barbara asked playfully. Her eyes twinkled when she smiled like that, and Joe liked that expression on his sister’s face. He’d never thought about her as a sexual person before. She’d always been his pretty sister, but he never thought about her as a woman with desires and sexual needs. It was just something he didn’t think about. That had changed after that incredible blowjob she gave him. He was seeing his sister in a new light, and she was seeing him the same way.

Joe told her that she craved stability and a plan. He assured her he would give her one but that he didn’t want to throw up some half thought out strategy only to have to change it all.

Barbara appreciated his honesty and thanked him. She apologized for being so antsy but reiterated that she was dying to know what he WANTED her to do. “It may help to know what you are thinking the rules should be, Sir,” she teased.

In a way, she was topping from the bottom. The two of them were so new to BDSM that they had no idea what that term meant. It meant that the submissive was trying to assert some authority over the dominant.

In another way, they were collaborating partners in establishing the boundaries to living out their mutual fantasy. Barbara offered to write out the rules and keep them organized if he would tell her his thoughts.

The two of them went in the opposite direction that Candy and Becky were going once they were positive the girls were far enough away that the two of them wouldn’t be noticed. They laughed a lot about what they saw. “You even asked if Harlan would make them go outside naked!” Joe chuckled.

“He doesn’t MAKE monkeys, he just trains them,” they both said simultaneously. It was obvious the girls had concocted that bet themselves, and Harlan was something of a referee.

“Will you be making little bets with me as we go, Sir?” Barbara asked. She frequently forgot to call him Sir, but she always remembered when it was time to ask him a question.

“I am not sure what we’d bet on. I own you, remember? What have you got to offer me that I don’t already possess?” Joe asked.

Barbara acknowledged he had a point. “You could offer me a treat – something you don’t normally let me have, Sir,” she suggested.

“Yes, or I could make you do something that is outside of the normal rules just once – if you lose a bet?” Joe asked.

Barbara didn’t have to answer the question. She thought that was fair. “We could bet for time?” Barbara suggested.

“Time?” Joe didn’t understand what his sister was suggesting.

“You know, like I have to become your slave for four extra hours that day or something?” She suggested sheepishly. Barbara was blushing from ear to ear for being so forward with her suggestion.

“Oh no, you are my slave 24 hours a day,” Joe patted his sister on the butt while they walked. It felt good to him to just pat her on the butt because he felt like it. The thought would never have occurred to him to do that before tonight, but now it seemed almost natural. Barbara didn’t stop him or complain - she smiled.

“Okay, that is true, Sir, but like there is Barbara time when I have to be a good girl around school and my parents. Then there is naughty time when I am whatever pet name you come up with for me. I could offer you more of that time if I lose the bet?” She suggested.

Joe hadn’t thought about how much time she’d spend as his slave like that. When she first suggested the idea, he assumed she meant she’d obey him all the time. He told her that, and even as he said it, he realized that may work in a fantasy scenario, but in reality, they would need to be discreet. His parents would probably flip out.

“You don’t want to be shy, reserved, judgmental, or small-minded. That means you have to change outwardly. If no one notices you’ve changed for the better, then I am not doing my job,” Joe smiled at her.

Barbara nodded and acknowledged that was the goal. It was just so frightening to think of going completely into the deep end and living as her brother’s possession openly. It seemed to the two of them that they were at an impasse – reality may make their fantasy no longer a possibility.

“Here is my deal with you. You have to obey 24 hours a day. There is no off-time for you to backtrack. I’ve seen how Becky acts at school. She is totally different. She acts tough and doesn’t take any shit from anyone. She was downright bubbly and goofy tonight, though!” Joe started.

Barbara was apprehensive but continued to listen to her brother’s idea.

“You will have general rules. These rules are effective at ALL times and no exceptions other than one. If someone notices and COMPLAINS, I will suspend the rule either permanently or temporarily in that situation,” Joe said.

Barbara wasn’t sure what he meant, so she asked for an example.

“If I tell you to wear something sexy and someone complains about what you have on, I may let you put on something a little more like what you USED to wear,” Joe explained.

“Oh? I am getting a whole new wardrobe, Sir?” Barbara seemed delightfully amused by his example.

“You are getting a whole new you. How you dress and act will be a big part of that, are you ready for that, Sis?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she assured her brother. Hearing herself agree out loud made it seem more official in her mind. She could still taste his semen on her breath, and she wanted more. “Are you ready again?” she asked him as she tapped his cock through his jeans.

“Never touch me without my permission again!” Joe held up a finger sternly.

Barbara immediately backed down, but she felt strangely turned on by his refusal to let her choose when to touch him. She would never have been so forward with another boy.

“So, what do I do when it is not general time, Sir?” Barbara asked as the two walked toward their trailer.

“That is pet time, and I am still deciding what the protocol will be and when you must adopt the extra rules. All your general rules will still apply – this will just be even more rules. I will inform you what the rules will be tomorrow and let you review them before you commit to them. I can tell you that you will call me Sir or Master and never by my first name. You will also not touch yourself or me without my permission!” he assured her that would be a rule.

“I am your pet now, am I? I thought I was your possession, Sir?” she asked him playfully.

Joe responded by giving her a hard tap on her juicy little ass. “You are my pet and my possession,” he said, then he patted his sister’s head patronizingly.

She barked a couple times enthusiastically like a happy puppy with a warm smile on her face. “If I can’t touch myself, then what if I have to itch my nose, Master?” Barbara tried out the word Master for the first time. It sounded very unnatural to her. She felt like she was Barbara Eden on I Dream of Jeanie talking to Major Nelson.

“I own your nose. I own your ass. I own your cock hole,” Joe said quite possessively. “You will ask me permission to use MY things. That includes what used to be YOUR things, and you will do so politely!” he said.

“Yes sir!” she said with a candid grin that suggested she was delighted that he was taking this so seriously. She was uneasy at first when she brought it up but now that it was out in the open between them, there felt like there could be no going back on what was promised.

“Will I still be going with Dylan to homecoming, Sir?” Barbara changed the subject.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t you?” Joe seemed surprised she would ask.

“I am your property. It is up to you, Sir”, she offered sweetly. She didn’t want to stand Dylan up, but she had very little interest in pursuing a relationship at this point.

Joe hadn’t given his sister’s social life, much thought. “It’s too late to stand him up, and Dylan is a stand-up guy. You will tell him he has to ask me to date you in the future,” Joe decided.

Barbara would have hated it if her brother told her she couldn’t date Dylan before tonight. Her father had forbidden her from dating in Chicago. She had been a very dutiful and obedient daughter and had agreed. It meant that her boyfriends had very limited times that they could ever see her alone, and it was one of the reasons she had never gone all the way.

Joe was very protective of his little sister, and he would have liked to be able to forbid her from seeing any of those guys back in Chicago too. Many of them were friends of his.

Now that she was his pet and plaything, his protectiveness took on a new dimension. He owned her, so it was only natural that anyone would have to ask his permission to go out with her.

“Are we going to tell Dylan about our arrangement, Sir?” Barbara asked coyly. She wasn’t sure who was going to find out about the changes she was going to be making. She knew she’d have to change her behavior, but she wasn’t sure if anyone would ever discover that it was her brother who was pulling her strings.

“Why wouldn’t we? He bosses his little sister around, doesn’t he?” Joe shrugged.

“Not at school, Sir. I’ve seen her call him all sorts of naughty names,” she admitted.

“What names?” Joe asked.

“You know the kind of names, Sir,” Barbara may have just sucked her first cock but talking dirty was not in her wheelhouse. She seldom cussed and never around her parents.