Chapter 12

A rubber ball whipped through the cold air and socked my sister on her ass cheek. It bounced harmlessly against the stone edifice holding the flagpole that she was tethered to by a dog leash. It didn’t hurt her, but it definitely shocked us both.

I’ve developed a healthy respect for how much pain my sister can absorb over Christmas break, anyway.

“What the fuck are you two assholes doing over there?” a sneering kid laughed at us. I recognized the boy that threw the ball. He was Josiah Tooley, a tall white basketball player from our school. He was with another student-athlete named Brock Morton.

“Oh my god, it’s Jason Gordon and who is that fucking whore that is with him?” Brock chuckled as they approached. They had clearly intentionally whipped the ball at my sister’s ass.

Once I got over my initial worry that we’d be arrested as soon as we arrived in the public square and my sister got naked I began to enjoy being the boss over my sister and showing her off in public. Brock and Josiah changed all of that as dread ran up and down my spine.

“That’s not a whore, that’s his sex doll,” Josiah teased.

I couldn’t tell you how mortified my sister was when she heard those voices. She was a graduating senior last year and the most popular girl in school. They were relatively popular underclassman and it was very likely they would recognize her.

All I could tell you is that until this moment I had not felt abject fear in the pit of my stomach. I’d been WORRIED that we’d be arrested, or my parents might have chosen today to go Christmas shopping and find us.

I had felt a sympathetic form of humiliation when my sister was looked down upon by some sanctimonious old person telling her she was behaving in a shameful manner and advising her to accept Jesus into her life. I was embarrassed simply watching her endure their little tirade. No one had raised their voice but they either lectured or talked down to her.

I experienced a vicarious thrill from the reactions of the looky-loos who were just as turned on by the strange but exotic behavior of a painted girl exposing herself in this silly manner. Taylor could act this way at home for me and that was hot but watching her publicly humiliating herself for their entertainment (and mine) was a completely higher level.

Some people even believed that she was doing it to raise awareness about a real issue, and I felt pleased we might actually be doing something beneficial to society as a side-effect of the real purpose, which was to tease and humble my sister for the amusement of her sorority sisters.

I think above all, I had felt satisfaction that unlike the hypothetical kid with a puppy he couldn’t handle over Christmas Time I had made my sister my total focus and was behaving like a proper pet owner.

These boys were athletes, and their size and general rakish attitude was imposing. I didn’t want any trouble from them. I knew right away that I would have it though.

“Holy Crap and a half,” Josiah was the first to recognize my sister as the former Prom Queen “That’s fucking Taylor Gordon, yo!”

“No shit, sherlock! It’s Jason’s fucking sister,” Brock snickered.

My sister stopped prancing around like a playful pup and gave me a sidelong glance of concern. I couldn’t tell if she was more worried about me than she was her.

“What the fuck are you two fuck-ups doing?” Josiah sneered pulled my sister’s tail up and dropped it on her back to expose her pussy and asshole ring. They didn’t want an answer to their question. They both leered and laughed evilly when they saw my sister’s exposed, dripping pussy with blue paint melting off of it.

She shivered but remained on all fours like an obedient puppy. I knew I would have to speak up but I was terrified. This was a moment of truth for me. I’d been able to play along when people were relatively nice. Even the Swallows family generally hated my sister, but liked me and so it hadn’t been that difficult to act like a big man around them.

Josiah looked like he was going to punch me if I approached him and started trying to get in his face. I knew that shouting at them and causing a spectacle wasn’t going to play out in my favor.

I know it probably sounds absurd because this was an absurd situation, but I tried to look at the problem rationally. I channeled my father’s logic. He and I didn’t talk all that much but I tried to imagine what he might do if he were me.

“Hey guys,” I offered nervously. The two boys shifted their focus from my sister’s ass cheeks to me and then dismissively began looking at my sister’s ass again. Josiah parted her cheeks with his hands to have a better look.

“You can touch my sister all you want, but don’t ruin her paint okay? She’s got to be here for another hour or so,” I offered.

Josiah spit deliberately on my sister’s asshole and then looked up at me. He seemed to be staring through me as if looking for a reason to kick my ass. I was scared and the hair on the back of my neck was standing straight up. I wanted to bolt but I stood my ground.

“What are you going to do if we mess up her paint?” Brock was standing over her looking down. He put his sneaker under my sister’s fluffy, dripping pussy lips as if he were considering punting it like a football.

“Well, aren’t you wondering why my sister is doing this?”

“Who cares why?” Brock kicked her pussy and my sister landed on her tits. The leash around her neck had choked her a little and knocked her over. I would have been worried about her but last night she begged me to choke her much harder than this.

Taylor picked herself off the pavement but remained on all fours. She wasn’t smiling any longer. Taylor looked nervous and worried. Her tail flapped between her legs again to cover her sex and with her shoulders slump she looked like a scared little puppy.

“You got my sister’s cunt juices on your new Adidas,” I pretended to feel genuine concern over the condition of Brock’s shiny white shoes. “Crawl over here and lick Brock’s shoes clean, thunder thigh.”

My sister crawled over to his feet and obediently licked his feet while I told them to admire her dirty fat ass.

There was a looky-loo sitting on the bench watching us. Strangers walking passed us saw three teenage boys standing around a girl in what may have been a skin-tight blue bikini bottom and top. They could have intervened, but no one did.

The boys were flabbergasted and unsure why I was suddenly on their side. I was improvising as quickly as I could. I mentioned earlier that I was thinking about what my father would do in my place. He wouldn’t have liked the guys being cruel to his daughter.

However, if he were ME and, in this situation, he would know he can’t kick their ass. If he talked tough, they would call his bluff, and he couldn’t back it up. I think my Dad would have assessed the situation and determined the best course of action would be to join the boys teasing the situation – but control the situation.

“Let me let you in on a little secret,” I reached down and patted my sister’s pussy. It was soaked. That was good – I knew she looked pathetic and terrified but at least her cunt was nice and juicy. “Thunder thighs isn’t doing this for awareness about pet adoptions. She is just a dumb bimbo and she likes showing off.”

I spit on her asshole just like Josiah did. We watched as my saliva ran down her crack and my sister smiled up at us.

The guys looked at each other in disbelief as I offered to let them sniff my fingers “She’s soaked.”

“Gross, you play with your sister’s pussy?”

“Yeah, want to fuck her later?” I reached in my pocket and flipped them a coin. “Bring this by my house or present it to her the next time you see her around town. It’s from her sorority – she’ll fuck you right in half.”

My sister still seemed nervous; her body shook a little as she licked Brock’s sneakers like a nervous, horny little puppy. I wondered if she was terrified, or she was secretly enjoying this. Taylor had a lusty smile on her face like she loved licking his shoes.

Taylor seemed vulnerable and not entirely in control the way she did in the bedroom. Even when she surrendered fully to me, I had this distinct feeling she could stop at any time. In this moment, here in public she seemed to need our validation desperately and that was a delicious and somewhat indescribable feeling better than any orgasm.

She leaned forward and rested her nipples on the sidewalk, while spreading her thighs wide.

“I want to fuck her right now,” Brock admired the coin.

“No can do, she’s got an hour more out here like this before I’ll let her go home, and then she has some chores. You can come by later or something. I’ll give you my number if you want to text me before you come over.”

“She lets you do this to her?” Brock seemed satisfied when I said he could fuck her anytime he liked- just later.

“No, my cunt of a sister ASKED me to do this to her. I told you, she is a total whore, and she loves it,” I pulled the tail out of her ass slightly to reveal the first couple of balls on the anal beads. Plop-plop-plop, each one forced her anal opening to pucker open and then close and tighten around the latex strand again.

“Want me to pull it all the way out?”

“Yeah,” Josiah wasn’t an adversary any longer. He looked at me in awe when I ripped the plug out of my sister’s asshole and left her gasping. She yelped like a wounded puppy and remained on all fours, her face hovering over Brock’s shoes.

“God damn, I wish my sister would let ME do that,” Brock chuckled.

“She might want you to take charge of her, is she a slut like my sister?”

“Hey, watch it,” Brock became offended.

I apologized for crossing the line but assured him that unless she was a slut like my sister then she wouldn’t be game for this. “Thunder thighs loves dick, and she gets off being my puppy. I wanted to see if she would show off in front of the entire town and she proved me right. I may have to reward her later by letting her play with herself for five minutes.”

The guys were skeptical even though they saw how my sister was behaving. My sister’s smile returned. She looked up at them with a vapid, shallow stare. Her pretty blue eyes were twinkling, and she let her mouth flop open and drooled onto Brock’s shoe before attentively lapping that up slowly with her tongue.

“Do you want to go for a walk, Thunder Thighs?” I patronized my sister and she enthusiastically pantomimed her eagerness like a puppy would. I just wanted to move away from the guys. I knew we’d be technically breaking the rules, but I was using my best judgment.

They didn’t seem intent on going anywhere else soon.

“What is she going to do? Piss on the grass?” Brock smirked as I unlocked her leash from the flag pole.

“Yeah.”

I walked my sister to the nearest tree and then she squatted with her knees wide apart and sprayed a steady stream of warm, clear piss on the grass.

“Oh my god dude, you fucking rule,” the guys turned to one another. They almost forgot their ball as they left. I could tell they would be talking about this for a long time.

I put a twig in my sister’s mouth and played fetch with her a few times before re-inserting her anal plug myself and attaching her to the flagpole. She actually seemed re-energized after that. I was relieved that my sister could recover after that encounter with those boys.

I was still a little shaken. In the moment, I had responded confidently. I was proud of myself for that. I think Taylor noticed my triumphant swagger and it pleased her.

After they left I had time to process what happened and I wondered if I could have handled it differently. I kept picturing their twisted grins and how I had taken their side over hers and felt guilty about how it played out.

I spoke into my phone and told the headmistress we were going home precisely when the four hours ended. I told my sister she could walk to the car but she’d drive home naked (in body paint). We were just in the nick of time. A uniformed cop was poking around the park talking into a walkie-talkie.

My sister sat on a portion of the poster board so she would not get pussy juice and paint all over mom’s leather seats.

“I am sorry about what happened with Brock and Josiah,” I apologized as we pulled out of the parking lot.

“Why are you apologizing, Sir?” my sister was bright and cheery – but I felt that was all part of her puppy act.

“Well, I should have stood up to those guys and tried to kick their asses when they pushed you face down on the pavement. I just thought it may be a more tactical approach to offer them a challenge coin. I wouldn’t blame you if you were angry with me over that one. They were mean to you, and now you may have to fuck both of them.”

“Why would I mind doing that, Sir? If we saw them walking, I’d stop the car if you wanted and blow them right now. I’d love to get some dick, I am starving!”

“Well, I am your GUARDIAN,” I reminded her that my job was to protect her and they had roughed her up.

“Oh please, those were love-taps,” my sister reached over and put her hand on my dick through my jeans. “You hit much harder than they do, Sir.”

“Well, the other thing is they are going to tell all your friends and stuff about you. I thought you wanted to keep everything low key. This could get back to Mom and Dad,” I warned her. There had been others as well who may have known our parents including the cheerleading coach. We live in a small suburb just outside of Memphis and people had a tendency to gossip here.