Chapter 1

“We’re not as strong as men. Women were never meant to be, either! That’s why men put their dicks in our holes. Because they’re the givers, and we’re the receivers. So, for all time, women have had to do what women do. We’ve manipulated men to get what we want all through history.” Scarlet Mason casually replied to her sister.

“Not ALL women are like that, you know! Some don’t even TALK to men,” Gail argued back with a smirk, thinking of her own man-hating lesbian friend and neighbor back home.

Gail and Scarlet had come from the same mother and father, but that’s about where the apparent similarities ended. Gail had raven-colored hair, cut to the approximation of a bob. She was tall & thin (some would say too thin). In contrast, Scarlet was just like her celebrity namesake - Scarlet Johansson - except being two years older than the star.

At just five foot three inches, Scarlet still seemed to dominate most rooms she entered, and her body shape matched the actress almost perfectly. Even her hairstyle was the same as the celeb had worn it in the movie “The Spirit,” with lustrous curls and highlights that made her even more memorable.

Scarlet could be the other Scarlet’s movie double if she wanted, albeit Gail’s sister Scarlet had boobs twice as big as the screen goddess’ and currently had bright red hair. Gail, on the other hand, had hair to match her name - ‘plain,’ she called it, but she wasn’t willing to grow it or dye it as her sister did. And she had smaller tits than her big sister. Gail hated that her tits were a full cup size smaller and were already beginning to increase their teardrop shape due to sag. As if to add insult to injury, the fact that her son had breastfed too long had caused distended nipples that were all stretched out - more than twice as long as any other woman Gail knew. Her ex had loved them. His eyes always seemed to wander towards her sister whenever her husband saw her.

Scarlet still fascinated Gail even after being Gail’s older sister for more than thirty-three years. She was clearly her sister’s equal in terms of intelligence. Yet, Scarlet was also funny and the life of any party, even though her ideas about life and family were unusual, to say the least.

Scarlet had married only once. Gail’s marriages had failed twice, and her recent divorce was what had brought her to stay with her sister.

Scarlet had maintained that marriage for over seventeen years with her husband, Leonard. Leonard liked to be called Leonard, not Leo, as Gail still insisted on doing whenever she reluctantly uttered his name. Gail didn’t like Leonard. She hated that he presented himself as such a nice guy, but she mostly knew what went on behind closed doors, and in Gail’s opinion, Leonard was anything but friendly.

“You’re right! Some women don’t want to live that way, that’s true. They want to be a man’s equal, right out in the open. The most insistent join construction crews and swing axes at trees; they haul heavy stuff just like any man. Some women want to, even if they’re not physically capable of it, and society has had to develop aides to HELP them be men’s physical equals. Those are the two choices most think life gives a woman. But there is another way, too. I gave myself to Leonard. He chooses for me, and I always accept his choices. It could just as easily have been the other way around, but that wouldn’t have suited either of us,” Scarlet actually shuddered at the thought of Leonard bowing and scraping at her feet as she did for him.

“What? You mean the woman could actually be in control, and her man answers to her? I think I’d rather try dating girls,” Gail laughed at the impossibility of either idea. While she was a traditionalist who believed that married couples should always be equal, she had zero interest in the concept of girls holding all the power. And zero interest in dating a girl, either! “But pulling the strings of the man in my life while being equal at least seems more sensible to me!”

Gail couldn’t help trying to imagine one of her neighbors back home, the feminine partner in a lesbian couple, being subservient to anyone - especially her fiancée (Gail’s friend of convenience), who’s an ugly diesel dyke ball buster.

She tried to imagine what sex was like between the two but drew a blank. Maybe her feminine neighbor WAS submissive to Gail’s bull dyke friend? She had no clue and didn’t WANT to know.

Gail had automatically thought of her neighbor an ugly ball-busting Lesbian named Melissa. Gail didn’t have many friends where she came from and she actually spent a lot of time with the stout woman even though she didn’t approve of her lifestyle.

Gail had been uncomfortable that her friend’s feminine lover always seemed to be at work when she got invited over for coffee, and she’d been happy to keep company with Melissa to prove to anyone who saw them together that she wasn’t afraid of a lesbian. Gail still felt that Melissa might be hinting for something more, but Melissa was a good listener.

She’d even considered moving in with Melissa. Moving in with her sister was a bit of a last resort. She needed some place for her and her son to live and start over with the divorce being finalized.

Gail had recently gone through a terrible split with her husband and had decided she was done with men. It was easier to just hate them all. She’d caught her husband cheating on her with a skanky bitch that lived at the poor end of the trailer park. The cheap whore had traded a blowjob for a pack of cigarettes. Gail had confided in her bull-dyke neighbor and best friend when she’d gone through the pain and embarrassment of the whole thing. Her friend Melissa was the epitome of the ball-busting, man-hating, flannel shirt-wearing bull-dyke. It was almost too much to cope with when Melissa had offered her and her son Blaine a place to stay if Gail would go down on her. Gail had refused, and Scarlet had become her last resort. They’d traveled 200 miles to be here, and Gail was out of options.

Gail fully believed her son Blaine was too naive to understand what he’d heard the adults talk briefly about. He hadn’t said a word about it, much less asked questions. Thank heaven for small mercies!

“Exactly,” Scarlet said, pulling her out of her reverie. “But with control comes responsibility, and if you were in total control of the life of your particular man, he’d either eventually kill you or run away to stop himself from doing something like that,” she laughed.

“He’ll never be THAT bad, Scarlet! Lazy, an unfaithful liar, and a cheat, messy and annoying, but not homicidal!” Gail laughed, consciously dismissing thoughts of her recently unemployed (again) ex-husband, who would right now most likely be high and on the couch in the living room of their single-wide trailer, probably passed out with the TV still going in the background. Maybe even with a certain skanky neighbor ransacking his bedroom, looking for cash as he slept.

“No, what I mean is that in our relationship, there is one boss, and it’s Leonard. That doesn’t mean I’m a mindless robot. I have a voice. In many things, I get a notion about something, and he agrees or disagrees with it. We don’t argue because he has the final say, but he still encourages me to have an opinion. I do what women do best, and I nurture him and encourage him to do the manly things HE does best.”

“And you manipulate him, don’t forget that!” Gail stole Scarlet’s own words about womenkind from earlier before continuing, “But you make him sound even more like a shelf-browed caveman every time his name comes up. You know I’m going to have to talk to him again eventually, and all you’re doing is filling my head with all sorts of negative shit about him - and ammunition for busting his balls down to mere mortal-sized. So, he really knows you’re always trying to manipulate him? Dammit, Scarlet, you told him womankind’s biggest secret!” Gail laughed out loud at what she considered the naïve stupidity of her sister.

“At least you heard some of what I just said. He enjoys that I am intelligent and have a creative mind, but he also accepts that my sex holes are my best attributes, and so he encourages me to use them for the betterment of our relationship.”

“God, I wish you’d stop calling your vagina that. It’s a VAGINA, not a sex hole, girl! What would Mom say if she heard you?”

Scarlet shook her head sadly. “I have a pussy or a cunt, sis. My husband likes it when I call it what it is, not what the doctor says it is. Men like it when I call it that, or even a kitty. Why not use a word that gives them pleasure instead of the one that makes them think of UTIs and yeast infections? Anyway, I have three sex holes but only one pussy.”

“Well, I have a vagina, and I refuse to call it anything else to make some man happy. And It’s the only proper way to have sexual relations. Your butt has nothing to DO with sex, and as for your mouth? That’s just disgusting, Scarlet!”

Scarlet had had this very same conversation with her mom years ago. Her mother was of the same opinion as Gail, and Scarlet guessed that it was its where Gail had received her Puritan ideas. Her mom had never fully understood Scarlet’s choices, but at least her mother could see she was thrilled with her life.

“See this HD flat screen smart TV? Two hours of sucking dick and taking it up the ass from four guys. Yes, I have a pussy, but not once did I use it to get that little gem. The car in the driveway? Leonard’s twenty-dollar-an-hour job operating a backhoe pays for that. The car isn’t paid off, but the TV is. I have MULTIPLE sex holes, and I’m not afraid to use them all to do my part in a way that benefits more than just me. So, am I manipulating Leonard because I’ve got a nice car that I love? I don’t even know if it’s the best car we could get, but it’s pretty, it takes me where I need to go, and it’s comfortable. Leonard makes sure any car he buys me always starts every time I push the button or turn the key. I have that particular car because he used his mechanical knowledge to get us something I know nothing about, but he does.”

“So, you’re honestly telling me he really is okay with you fucking strangers for money? Doesn’t it make him even a little intimidated or jealous? My ex would be crazy jealous if I did that, but he knows I never would have. The bastard really did take me for granted, didn’t he?” Gail said, frowning and shaking her head.

Scarlet ignored the question so she wouldn’t be distracted from her mini lecture. “That’s because you’d use his jealousy to manipulate him if you’d thought of it. You’d either use it to torture him or to coerce him into doing your bidding. You’d make such a big deal about it one way or the other if it was YOU cheating on HIM. But look at what you did when it happened the other way around? Leonard told me a long time ago that he’s not with me just for the great sex. He said he could get sex from anyone if that was the case, and occasionally he does, if I’m busy or he’s intrigued by some other girl.”

“You LET him fuck around?? So why are you with him then? Divorce his ass! You could dump him and have any guy you want!” Gail stopped and carefully considered her next words. She really didn’t want to get back into that old argument about ex-husbands. “Why IS he with you, anyway?” She finally asked, having long since decided her sister and her brother-in-law were as alike as chalk and cheese - him being the disgusting chalk that tasted nasty whenever she was forced to say his name.

“He says I complete him, and I fully agree. I am the yin to his yang. I know things he doesn’t, and I can do things he can’t, just as he does and knows and can do things I don’t. We’re a real partnership, not just a woman and man competing to be the best in the relationship. Jealousy doesn’t have a place in our relationship. Do you want to know a secret?” Scarlet looked hard at her sister, showing how serious she was.

Gail wanted to blast Scarlet about Leonard’s shortcomings, but the question surprised her. “What secret? There’s more?” Gail wondered if Scarlet was truly bad at keeping secrets, based on what she’d already shared about her personal life with Leo. The only thing she hadn’t shared yet was the size of Leo’s cock, not that Gail had any interest in that little tidbit!

Gail was already sure Leonard was going to be angry at Scarlet for sharing the knowledge of his infidelities, at the very least. Maybe more dirt would only make her position stronger against her nasty brother-in-law, she decided, shrugging to herself.

“It’s not really much of a secret, I guess. I have the best orgasms after, and sometimes WHILE he’s whipping me or humbling me so that I won’t succumb to my primal urges to manipulate him. What can I say? I love him dearly, and the only reason we work so well is that he has urges to dominate me. I have urges to manipulate him, but together, we know each other’s darkest secrets and how to best utilize them.”

Gail’s jaw dropped. She glanced at her son on the other side of the room, surfing the net on his aunt’s computer and seemingly totally oblivious to the grownup conversation going on across the room. “Blaine, go outside and play.”

“Mooooom! It’s boring out there! The only thing worthwhile is right here in front of me,” he whined. “There’s even less to do outside!”

“There’s five dollars in my purse. Walk down to the Seven-Eleven and get yourself something. Go on, move it!”

“It’s miles away!” Blaine complained.

“It’s less than two miles. You’re a big boy, and you’ll be fine. I remember when you complained about Alex not inviting you to walk with him when you were ten! Now go!”

Gail watched her son like a hawk as he dug into her purse. She clearly saw him take a twenty instead of a five, but she said nothing, just wanting him out of the house so she could go atomic at her sister in disbelief. She slowly counted to ten in her head even after she heard the gate at the end of the path rattle, indicating that Blaine was gone. It helped her to calm herself as well as put distance between her voice and her son.

“He BEATS you!? That’s a CRIME! I knew he was an asshole, but no, sis, this time he’s gone too far.” Gail was tempted to jump to her feet and shake some sense into her sister even though Scarlet had previously intimated that she maintained a pretty kinky sex life that included other men.

“You’re not listening, Gail! I NEED him to beat me. He does it FOR me, not just TO me. He doesn’t need an excuse to do something I want as much as him. Sometimes, he beats me pretty hard, and that’s because he has a special reason. Don’t you see? It’s not abuse when it’s consensual.”

“He beats you because he’s jealous that you fuck around on him,” Gail said, convinced that it was the only possible excuse for such behavior. She knew psychology from reading enough news stories about beaten wives and girlfriends.

“No, he doesn’t! We have rules in this house, and we’ve incorporated corporal punishment into them. All I’d have to do is do everything perfectly all the time, and he’d never need to spank me again, but I’m human, so I mess up without realizing it. He gets to punish me, and I get to really feel it so I can do better in the future. Of course, he’s had to spank the kids, too, under those same rules, but when he’s told them it hurts him to give more than them to receive a spanking, he’s really being sincere. He spanks me because he loves it, but he spanks them because he wants them to understand right from wrong. As a result, our kids have learned to be polite, helpful, honest, and caring because he’s never allowed them to be liars, manipulative, scornful, or selfish, not like Blaine, who begs and whines, then still takes advantage of you. This reminds me that my offer is still on the table. You can stay here if you want.”

“You’re just giving me more reasons NOT to stay under the same roof as Leo, quite apart from the nudity thing. Leo’s an abuser, Scarlet. You just said so. And now you’re admitting that he beats up on kids, too? Oh, come ON, Scarlet. Grow up!” Gail was wondering if she should be going to the police or something, but she knew she’d never do something like that. She had an innate distrust for the police. They were as bad as Leo.

Scarlet just rolled her eyes at her sister. “His name is Leonard, not Leo. You know, calling him that pisses me off too? Leonard loves the kids to death. They’re his whole world. He would NEVER EVER injure them! It’s just called real parenting, is all. A pink butt isn’t abuse, Gail. You could do worse sharing our wisdom with Blaine, you know. You said he could take five dollars, but we both saw him take twenty. Your nephew and niece, on the other hand, have everything they need and many things they want. But they earn those special, unnecessary things. Gifts are not just given freely around here like today’s parents do with their little monsters, hoping to bribe those kids into being little angels.”

Scarlet didn’t say that Blaine himself is far from being an angel, but the message is clear. Gail, however, fixated on Scarlet - dismissing Scarlet’s attempt to move the conversation to her parenting style.

“But that just means Leo can beat you when you do something you had a good reason for doing, too. Look, it’s abuse, okay? Seriously, listen. Say he doesn’t like the way you cooked his steak. It’s well done, and he hates that. Are you saying Leonard can whip you for that even though you had to let the steak get overcooked because you were helping the neighbor retrieve their dog from your backyard? There’s nothing else it can be called, Scarlet. He’s not God, you know. He’s abusing you!”