Chapter 18: House Rules

Kira squirmed and bit down harder on the bunched up panties shoved deep into her mouth. Mr. Tucker’s big fingers were working their magic on her pussy, and she was doing her best to act as natural as a teen girl could as she was finger fucked in the passenger seat of an SUV driving down a crowded street with her little sister oblivious in the seat row behind her.

Immediately upon entering the SUV Mr. Tucker had held out his hand to her, and she obediently had shut the door and shimmied out of the string thong he insisted she wear when she was allowed to wear panties at all. Miku had crawled into the back seat and popped her ear buds in, staring out the window with a bored expression.

Kira couldn’t help but moan, his fingers expeertly teasing her rosebud before dipping back into her at just the right pace and tempo. Due to some project, he had been out of town for a few days and she was ready to burst with pent up sexual energy. Her body shivered and bucked as he pushed her over the edge.

“Open your mouth,” he had commanded.

She had complied immediately and he had tucked the sopping panties between her parted lips. The smell of her sex filled her senses as she had closed her mouth, a single string of the panties still poking out. She knew better than to interfere with her hands. That wasn’t what a good little slut did.

He had given her exactly one small orgasm, and then teased and backed off the rest of the ride from school. Her eyes watered with frustration as she tried to will herself another orgasm as they pulled into his private driveway. Her hips bucked and thrust trying to get his fingers to finish what they started, the presence of Miku completely wiped from her awareness.

“Unnnngh,” she moaned through the wadded thong in her mouth as Mr. Tucker removed his hand slowly from under her skirt.

Dan smiled at her as he killed the engine. Kira flinched as the back door popped open and she realized the animlistic noises she had been making with Miku directly behind her had been too loud to ignore. There was no way her sister could have missed her gyrations and muffled cries of frustration. Her head whipped to look from Dan to the seat her sister had just occupied.

Contrary to her belief Miku didn’t even glance over her shoulder as she headed towards the front door. Kira looked back at Mr. Tucker, keeping her knees obediently spread apart. He smiled and reached over, pulling the thong from her mouth and dropping it between her legs. His strong hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her into a firm and long kiss.

Kira melted as his tongue entered her mouth, her body going slack in his hands. He broke off the long kiss, breathing her in deeply, noses touching.

“Did you miss me babygirl?”

She wiggled in her seat and tried to press forward for another kiss, but he stopped her with a finger pressed over her lips. Instead of indulging her, she got just a wink as he leaned back and opened his door.

Kira let out an internal scream of frustation and straightened her mussed clothes beforing hurrying after Mr. Tucker into the house. She scrambled to catch up with him and followed meekly at his heels. Miku stood waiting for the door to be unlocked, resolutely refusing eye contact with anyone. Dan reached down and pulled an earbug from Miku’s ear as he unlocked the door.

“Ladies, we’re going to have a quick chat about ... changes.” Dan said

Miku looked at Kira, who shrugged. Mr. Tucker had been criptic and unresponsive in texts during his absence. The girls followed him into the living room where he motioned them to sit on the couch.

“Now ladies, things have been changing a bit around here. We’ve been playing a good game of pretend so far, but I’m going to address the elephant in the room and issue a couple new rules.”

The girls shared a quick look at each other before their eyes turned back to Mr. Tucker. He motioned to two boxes on the living room table. The box with Kira’s name on it was substantionally smaller than Miku’s which caused the older girl to frown. She looked at her younger sister in confusion, she had no part in this new life between her and Mr. Tucker.

“We’ve all been sneaking around, pretending not to see or acting as if we aren’t seen,” Dan pulled Kira to her feet. She looked nervously at Miku as he spun her around to face her sister, pulling her backwards into him. She felt his arousal against her back and his warms hands gripped her waist and throat possessively.

“Now Miku here has been secretly watching us.”

Miku looked down, guilt etching her face unable to meet Kira’s eyes. Mr. Tucker took the opportunity to pull off the bow and undo a few buttone of Kira’s school shirt. She stood frozen unsure of what was happening. He couldn’t possibly...

“She’s seen it, and the naughty little thing loves it.” He drawled.

The school sweater vest came up and over Kira’s head. She raised her arms up to assist the man stripping her in front of her sister. A few more buttons were undone, exposing the tan expanse of cleavage and hints of the lacy bra underneath.

“So we aren’t going to hide what you are anymore.”

His hands moved down and ripped the white shirt open. He pulled the material back over her shoulders exposing her sheer lace bra. Kira shivered as the man exposed her body to her younger sister.

Miku and Kira had seen each other nude before, it wasn’t something they were ashamed of. Growing up there was less of a taboo on nudity in Japan than there was in America, but this felt different. They both knew that this exposure was a submission of Kira to Mr. Tucker, that it was sexual and that made it feel uncomfortable.

Dan used the blouse to restrain Kira’s arms behind her back and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her skirt slowly pulled it down her hips. Kira and Miku both intently studied the floor beneath them, unwilling to meet the eyes of the other.

Mr. Tucker’s hands slid back up Kira’s curves, pulling the bra up and bunching it over her nude now exposed breasts. One hand firmly cupped a breast while the other gripped her jaw, placing the pointer finger in her mouth. On purse instinct Kira started sucking on the finger, twirling her tongue eyes closing to the reality around her.

“Eyes up Miku!” Dan hissed.

Miku slowly looked up to see her sister standing in front of her. The sight was lewd, obscene and out of her darkest fantasies. Her carefree older sister stood, arms bound behind her back, bare chest pushed out with skirt draped around her ankles suckling the finger of a man three times her age. Instead of shame, Kira’s face was simplistic bliss.

Mr. Tuckers hand released Kira’s breast and traveled down her body. He caught Miku’s eyes and she was unable to look away. Her breath caught as his hand reach her sisters shaved mound, fingers pressing between her legs and forcing them apart. Kira bucked and moaned, her sucking only briefly interupted as her knees spread as wide as the bunched skirt around her feet would allow to welcome the digit inside her.

The moment stretched for Miku. Her sister offered no resistance to the man, bucking her hips to meet his finger working its way inside her. She suckled making little mewling noises in time with the rythm of his hands. She could do nothing but stare at them as his knuckles became quickly coated in her juices.

Dan withdrew his fingers and straightened up. He changed his grip on Kira, one hand gripping her hair pulling her head sharply back, the other gripping her throat. Miku’s sister gasped and struggled as he slowly applied pressure. Her eyes popped open as he lifted her to her tiptoes and spun her to face him, his eyes never leaving Miku’s Her struggles became more desperate as he continued to hold her suspended by her hair and throat, face slowly turning red as only gasps escaped. Miku noticed the flow from between Kira’s legs only seemed to increase due to the torment.

He finally lowered her to the ground and released her throat, watching her shudder with a lechorous grin. With a sudden burst, his hand flew down slapping between her parted legs. Kira screamed in shock. Her legs wobbled violently and only Dan’s hand holding her up by the hair kept her from collapsing in a violent orgasm. Dan smiled in satisfaction as he watched the teen jerk in his hand like a fish on the hook.

“See Miku, this is what a well trained slut looks like.”

“Yesssss Daddy.” Kira moaned

“As such” Dan reached into the box with Kira’s name on it and pulled out a white leather collar with a polished brass buckle. He lowered Kira to her knees and placed the collar around her neck. The lock clicked shut and he pocketed the small golden key. He pulled her chin up to admire the brass letters on the collar, “Daddy’s Slut.”

“If you’re at my house, you’ll be in this collar. I’m leaving it in the hallway.”

Dan turned so Miku knew she was included as he continued. “The dress code is whatever I leave in the box in the hallway and I expect you to change the second you walk in the door. Approved swimsuits will be on the deck, same rules apply. Is that understood?”

“Yes Daddy,” Kira said.

Miku didn’t respond. It all felt unreal, like she was watching it happen in a movie. Dan frowned at her when she answered with silence. He moved in front of her, looming until he took up her entire periphery. Her eyes trailed up his slacks, pausing at the obvious bulge under his belt to until she stared up into his eyes.

Dan dropped slowly to a crouch, hands coming to rest on Miku’s knees. She felt him sliding up her skirt until he had her small thighs engulfed in his warm grip. His thumbs reached in as he pulled her legs apart.

Mikue tried to resist but she wasn’t even sure if he noticed. She shuddered as his thumbs played over her panty clad pussy, the first time anyone but her had ever touched it.

“Now darlin, there’s no fighting this. You know that, right?”

Miku’s voice trembled, “I haven’t told anyone. You can’t...”

She felt his fingers hook her white cotton panties and pull them slowly down her legs. She willed her hands to move forward, to stop the man from making her what he had made her sister. Her will failed to move her arms as she sat watching in horror as her panties appeared from under her skirt.

“Daddy, what...?” Kira’s voice trembled as she voiced her concern, but was unable to finish.

Dan ignored her. “Now Miku, I need to hear you say it out loud.”

She sucked in a breath. “I ... I...”

Dan shook his head in dissapointment. Straightening, he turned and walked back to Kira. He smiled down at the curvy teen. He gently carressed her cheek, and she looked up at him adoringly.

“I know it’s confusing honey, but your sister is denying what she is. Remember when you were like that.”

The sound of his zipper drew Miku’s eyes up. Slowly, he pulled his semi-erect cock out of his trousers and let it hang in front of Kira’s upturned face. She attempted to scoot forward and take him into her mouth but he gently held her back, hand still caressing her face.

“Isn’t your life better once I showed you it’s okay to embrace being sexy?”

“Daddy, I am your babygirl. Miku isn’t.”

He shushed her with a thumb brushed over her lips.

“Answer me honest, not jealous girl. Are you happier now that I trained you to be a proper woman, not a little girl?”

“Yes daddy,” She answered.

His hand roamed to the white leather collar around her neck. He traced the lines of the brass lettering and the lock on hanging over her collarbone. He smiled feeling her shiver in response to his fingers playing over her soft skin. Her brown eyes never left his face.

“This collar, do you know what it means?”

“I belong to you daddy. I am your babygirl,” Kira cooed.

He smiled, “More than that. You’re my property, mine to do with as I please. Forever.”

Miku was confused. Her sister was nodding happily as the man told her she was his property. She somehow looked happy to have all her freedom stripped away, even though that was exactly what she had hated her mother for doing all these years. Was it really that much better to be owned by a man? Kira had been happier than she’d ever seen her.

Dan pulled a tab of ecstacy out of his pocket and slipped it into Kira’s mouth.

“Good slaves get rewards.”

Kira let the tablet sit on her tongue for a moment before swallowing it down, the adoring smile never leaving her eyes.

Both Kira and Dan looked over as Miku broke her silence. The small girl refused to look up, unable to meet their eyes. Everything she had been told her entire life dictated that she run away from the situation, but everything she had seen and the way her body reacted told her she had to stay.

Miku was surprised when her own voice, barely a whisper rasped. “I want to be happy too...”

A slow smile crept over Dan’s face at Miku’s surrender. He knew she would end up capitulatiing, but he had expected a little more ... resistance. It could have been a little more fun to fight that battle, but the spoils would be equally sweet and he was sure there would be enjoyable struggling regardless.

“Good girl. You know what to do.”

Dan motioned to the box on the table, then leaned forward while pulling Kira’s lips over his cock. Miku flinched as her sister took the man willingly into her mouth, gagging as he slowly pressed deeper and deeper. She shook as he applied pressure to the back of her head and Kira desperately gurgled and swallowed until suddenly he slipped deep into her throat. With sudden ease, Kira’s lips stretched to their maximum ability and her nose pressed firmly against his trimmed pubic hairs.

Dan snapped his fingers casually at the entranced younger girl, like the the outline of his cock wasn’t clearly outlined in her sisters throat. He pointed at the box and she rose to her feet, wobbling as the cotton panties around her ankles almost tripped her. She carefully stepped out of the panties and examined the box.