Chapter 7

That morning Barbara shivered in anticipation. She’d hardly slept a wink. Today was a new day, and she was supposed to wake her brother up with a blowjob. It had almost felt like a dream she was having and she wondered if any of it was still real.

Even if it wasn’t, what if Joe had changed his mind overnight? What if he was regretting what he’d done with her the previous day and no longer wanted to train her? She knew SHE was more motivated than ever to launch herself into her future. The spanking she’d received had been her farewell to her old life but did Joe still feel the same way? Was he really still going to be her Master, or would he send her away in shame?

It wasn’t easy to crack her door and check the hallway while naked. Outside her room was her new life. But the hallway was one she’d looked out into every day for nearly a month, and it didn’t LOOK different OR new. In fact, it looked so much like her old life that she closed her door and reopened it, hoping something was there to give her courage.

If Joe had been behind her right then, he could have pushed her, but right now, she was reliant on her belief that Joe was still as serious about this as she was. Except that she doubted herself. Setting her jaw, she made up her mind. She’d either crash and burn or fly with Joe as her coach, trainer, and Master. Master Joe. ‘Wow. I’m coming, brother, Sir,’ she said to herself, listening intently for any other sounds that seemed out of place in their new home.

The hallway was silent. She took a tentative step out, ready to leap back to the safety of her room if anyone came along. No one did, and she took another step towards her brother’s closed bedroom door, her pussy already starting to swell and moisten at her outrageous behavior.

The last few steps were done at a rush, and she almost threw open her brother’s bedroom door in her haste to get back out of the hallway. Once inside she closed it as silently as she could, then hugged the closed door, feeling the cool wood against her butt. She certainly could have used the knowledge that the door was so cold after the warming her bottom had received at Master Joe’s hands last night.

After a few dozen heartbeats - she needed to get her breathing under control - she took a step away from the door and looked at her new Master. He was sound asleep, his sheet around his ankles, and he was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. Through the gaping seam at the front, she could barely discern what she knew to be his penis. It was barely visible, but even in the very dim light of the bedroom, she knew exactly what it looked like now.

Barbara took a deep breath to steady her nerves and tentatively reached forward to part the seam in the front of Joe’s boxers even more. Nestled within his curly pubic hair was the object of her gentle search, all shrunken and innocent for the moment. It was the moment of truth, and Barbie found herself feeling precisely as she’d felt under the tree the evening before. She wanted to prove to her brother that she COULD be outgoing and not so delicate.

Her fingers slithered into the gap she’d made and came out with his penis, cradled lovingly in her palm. Even flaccid, it covered all four of her fingers in length. Joe hadn’t even stirred. She must have really worn him out the night before.

Refusing to double guess herself a moment longer, she opened her mouth and enveloped his shrunken shaft between her soft lips, ensuring her teeth didn’t come into contact with his fantastic appendage. ‘An actual cock is in my mouth once again!’ She said to herself in amazement before bringing her tongue to the party.

Within a minute, he’d thickened and lengthened, and he quietly groaned his appreciation for the sensations she was providing even while still asleep. She wondered if he had begun to have a wet dream while she carefully and gently sucked him to full hardness.

Only then did she begin to wonder if she was to wake him with an orgasm or wake him with the motion of her lips and tongue. She’d been sucking so carefully and appreciatively, but her own need was beginning to affect her, and she wanted to touch herself, if even for a moment.

Maybe he’d be okay with it since she was doing what she’d been told to? He’d never know anyway, right? She answered her own question by reluctantly rejecting the idea. Still, her motions quickly became firmer and more urgent. She wanted him awake so he could tell her to play with herself. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought she now needed permission for such a simple act. ‘This is so hot,’ her inner voice agreed with itself.

THE NEW LIFE OF BARBARA NICOLE CHIPMAN

Written by Barbara Nicole Chipman

“Stop!” A softly barked command from Master made me immediately stop my sucking. I had about half of his cock in my mouth. I hadn’t even known he was awake yet!

“Get off me, slut,” Master Joe whispered gruffly.

My worst nightmare had come true. Joe was rejecting me! I pulled my mouth slowly off my brother’s shaft and dropped off the side of the bed entirely, suddenly very conscious of my nudity again. I was on my knees, but I felt like I wasn’t low enough.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to cover myself. I really wanted to hide in a hole in the floor, but there wasn’t one to hide in. Still, at least I didn’t bolt from his room like the naughty girl that had been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

“I didn’t let you in here, sis. So how’d you get in?” He asked me. I immediately got angry. That was the dumbest question ever!

Your bedroom door?” I asked in reply. “How else was I supposed to wake you with a blow job. LIKE YOU SAID I HAVE TO, SIR!”

I hadn’t meant to say it like that. I was feeling like the one person in the entire world who’d accepted me for me, had suddenly turned on me.

“I mean, I didn’t invite you in,” he clarified calmly.

“That would have defeated the purpose of waking you with a blow job, sir,” I practically spat back, confused by what he was saying.

“Yes, I wanted to be woken with a blow job. No, I didn’t say I wanted to be woken by your cock hole on my dick,” he shot back.

“It’s a big dick but not big enough to reach through the door,” I replied sarcastically. I was on the verge of tears again, and now I had no idea what I’d even done wrong.

Master had, on the one hand, told me he really did want me to train for him, but on the other, was chastising me for coming into his room without permission.

“Conscious is not awake, slut. I’ve been conscious since you leaned your fat ass against the inside of my door!” He hissed. “And watch your mouth! You’re supposed to already know respect. Were you around Dylan’s family too goddamn long yesterday or something?”

“I’m sorry, Master,” I said, hoping that using the term Master, wasn’t going to anger him even more. I was absolutely confused now. Then it suddenly hit me. “Was I supposed to knock and wait in the hall?” I asked, aghast at the very idea of being naked in the hallway where anyone could catch me if they had come out to see what the tapping noise was.

“Ding, ding, ding! And she wins the prize. So why didn’t you?” He demanded quietly but with a sinisterly low and harsh tone to his voice.

“I could have been caught, Sir! What would I say if someone saw me naked, Master?” I knew there was nothing I could have said to anyone seeing me naked that would have been believable.

“Were you caught getting here? Did you hear anyone coming while you were lollygagging about inside my door?” He asked slowly and quietly with that sinister tone practically dripping contempt. My pussy chose that moment to remind me how needy it was as if I was not in the middle of being in trouble for sucking my brother’s dick and being in his room without express permission.

“No, Sir,” I barely squeaked. He was right. There had been zero noises of movement.

“So get that filthy cunt of yours out of my room and try again, bitch!” He managed to roar the words without speaking one iota louder.

I blushed to the bone, scared and thrilled on a whole new level despite still not knowing what I’d do if I was caught in the hallway naked. My Master was in full domination mode, and I’d managed to piss him off already today. That didn’t bode well but, at the same time, made me wetter than ever! I didn’t even check for the coast to be clear when I’d scampered to the door and opened it, putting myself on the appropriate side to knock quietly.

I knew that Joe gets up early every morning to run and do exercises. The only other person who is up at this time is my mother because she likes to make us all breakfast before school. I was still frightened one of the doors in the hallway would open, and I would be discovered naked on take two of entering my brother’s room.

Luckily he only made me stand in the hallway a moment before calling me in. This time I approached my Master and assumed in the ready position. It was what he taught me the night before. “You may sit on my dick,” he said.

“Master, I am not on the pill,” I reminded him. I was panicked – I had never even thought about the possibility I might get pregnant when we proceed with my re-education.

“I didn’t ask you that,” Joe pulled me down to him and slapped me across the face. It stung and not in a good way. “You will keep your answers to me respectful, honest, and address my question. I told you to sit on my dick, not stick it in you,” he said.

I didn’t complain. My face was turning pink, but I think the pain was more from the realization that my brother felt he needed to clarify how I was to respond to him and that I had disappointed him.

I sat my pussy on his cock, his shaft splitting my lips apart. I was wet this morning already, and I imagined the veins and contours of his cock creating an image in my mind just from my sense of touch. I started to wiggle a little as I pushed my weight down on his hard dick. He wasn’t inside me. I pressed my pussy down onto his cock while it was flat under my body and I sat on his pelvis.

He held both of my hands as if to ensure that I could not get away from him – I wasn’t trying.

“You will call me Joseph at breakfast and school,” he said as he stared into my eyes. I nodded.

He squeezed my fingers hard and told me to vocalize my answers to show that I understood.

“Yes, Sir, I understand,” I repeated submissively.

“You will put on a t-shirt and panties to wear to breakfast. Eventually, you’ll have only thongs. For today, wear the smallest pair of panties you have,” he ordered.

This was an instruction that terrified me. He had mentioned changes to my dress several times, but now that It was really going to happen, I was having cold feet. My little sister Ariel could get away with flitting around in a long nightie at breakfast. I doubted I could. I was simply too old, and Joe didn’t say anything about a nightie. He’d said a tee shirt. I asked him if he was sure.

Master looked at me a moment, clearly irritated that I’d asked before confirming his orders. “Yes. And you will sit with your legs apart wide enough that I could fit between them if I wanted to. Even if your panties have something written on them, no one should be able to see what they say. At school, you’ll have to sit with your legs spread even more,” he said.

My eyes grew wide in fear and anticipation. I didn’t refuse, but I wanted to. I just wanted Joe to tell me I’d have to do it anyway if I did.

“If you are afraid of doing this, you aren’t ready! Did you think you’d just get to sit on my dick in the morning and play with me?” Joe accused me. I assured him that wasn’t it at all. I was just frightened.

“You can make up something to tell mom. I’ll back you up. Act like it is no big deal, and it won’t be. Do you ever see Ariel act like it is a big deal to wear her nightie at the table?” he asked.

I said she was younger, and that it covered more.

“Ariel isn’t you,” he said. That was true. My little sister was precocious and playful. My parents had given me a stodgy family name. Barbara and Nicole were my grandmothers’ names. My sister was their Disney Princess, and they doted on her. She could do no wrong.