Chapter 14

“I am so horny, Mister Jason. Can you please let me play with myself on the way home?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?” she flashed her baby blues my way, and I almost melted.

I reluctantly permitted her to frig her clit furiously to get herself off. I didn’t want to seem too eager to give in, but I liked watching my sister push her own buttons. I especially liked the idea that she was naked in the car, and someone might see her fat tits through the window.

She didn’t cringe or slouch either. Taylor was bold about sitting there with no top. She had to know it was possible for people to see her. It had to be incredibly humiliating.I was impressed by her audacity and willingness to do precisely what I told her. She had to know at any minute someone could catch her in the act of riding naked and she did what I told her to do anyway!

“I want you to suck my dick in my room when we get home, then suck the contents of the condom from last night into your mouth, sneak into the kitchen and spit it into a container to store in the fridge. You’ll tell Mom that it is a special cream from that diet I told you about.”

“All you have to do is tell me to do it, Sir.”

“I am going to let you play with yourself all night,” I smiled sarcastically. My sister might have been about to remind me that she was lucky to have permission to play with her cunt for 5-10 minutes at a time.

“You’ll shove that dildo in your fat pussy tonight and sit on it at the dinner table. You’ll push it all the way in at the base, and whenever you can, I want you to grind and play with it when you are sitting down.”

“Incorrigible,” my sister smirked. My mom used that word a lot to tease us if we were doing something silly. We both laughed that we finally felt it was applicable.

We made it home, and somehow my parents didn’t question the fact my sister was wearing nothing but a sweater on yet another cold day. They had grown used to it. We rushed upstairs to my room, and she gave me head. “You are a great little cocksucker,” I said as I spunked in her mouth.

I made Taylor hold the contents of my condom from the night before and the fresh cum from this afternoon in her mouth while I made one more change. I had her stand before me naked, and then I wiped off any stray body paint and what little foundation was left covering her tattoo.

She could only mumble in response. Taylor said something about not showing my parents her “Thunder Thighs” tattoo.

I wrote in magic marker over her tattoo so it looked as though I had WRITTEN it on her and told her that we’d be re-applying the marker from now on. I gave her some instructions on what I expected from her tonight. I thought she’d be nervous or balk, but she nearly spilled the cum in her mouth, chuckling over some of my ideas.

Taylor was able to secretly spit the cum into her food and about half of it into a container she placed in the fridge for a future meal. I gave her permission to make herself plain white rice for dinner tonight.

I was hoping I wouldn’t hear from the Head Mistress this evening. We were a few days away from Christmas and I wanted to play with my toy. I had so many ideas about things I wanted to do with her – honestly, I was looking forward most to plowing her sore pussy tonight.

I no longer felt guilty that she was my sister. Taylor enjoyed fucking as much as I enjoyed fucking her. That made it easier for me to mentally process the taboo aspect of our relationship.

I took my time and came down to dinner on my own. I didn’t want to make it seem like I was with Taylor constantly and raise suspicion. I had already established earlier that Taylor and I had a bet that she would respect my authority around the house, and I intended to build upon that at dinner.

“Was Thunder Thighs helpful?” I asked my mother. She kissed me on the cheek and patted my bottom to let me know that she didn’t appreciate the nickname I was using on my sister but that she would tolerate it.

“She was fine,” my mom said.

My dad looked up from the table and said he wasn’t comfortable with me calling my sister that. He’d voiced that concern before.

“It’s a bet, dad. I had to pick a name I knew would get Taylor’s goat, just like the ones she used on me.”

“It’s still inappropriate to call any lady thunder thighs,” my father frowned.

“It’s fine Dad, I even wrote it on my thighs to show him I don’t care. He can call me what he likes,” she lifted her sweater enough that Dad could see her inner thighs. If Taylor had pulled her sweater up even half an inch more the meaty lips of her pussy hang-down (her flaps) would have been visible.

“Can I call you Thunder Thighs?” Brandon giggled. He didn’t expect her to say yes.

“Yes,” my sister answered before I could. She pulled her sweater material back down to cover the words. “I can accept the truth. I’ve got chubby thighs.”

“Anyone can call her Thunder Thighs, but as you can see, she loves the truth so much she hides the words so no one can see them.”

“Hey, I am not ashamed of the words,” Taylor adjusted the sweater up again to reveal her thick thighs like it was not that big of a deal to hike up her sweater. The presumption being she was wearing short-shorts underneath.

This was all going according to an outlined plan I had made her commit to memory. My sister flitted around the table and occasionally took a bite of her semen-flavored rice while smiling and waiting on us. There were times she might have briefly flashed the crack of her ass by bending over, but it was always when she was facing me. She was definitely taking some risks. I was just lucky the others stared at their phones a lot during dinner.

You are probably going to think I am a terrible person when I tell you the part I didn’t expect. The script sort of diverged when my Mom produced a bowl of plain white rice. “Jason, what kind of diet is this?” she asked as she shoveled a spoonful in her mouth.

“It’s an Asian diet called Bukkake,” my sister explained. Bukkake is actually when a bunch of men get together and spooge all over a pretty girl’s face and feed her cum. I assumed my parents and Brandon wouldn’t get that reference, and I thought I was being clever.

“Okay, and what is in it?” she asked. I was stunned into silence as I watched my mother consume what might have been the other half of the jar of spunk I gave my sister to use for her breakfast.

“It’s just plain white rice, and a special organic all-natural cream sauce,” my sister said, and added that she thought it was really working already.

“It burns fat?”

“Oh yeah,” my sister assured our mom.

“Okay, well it’s actually kind of yummy. Tastes very familiar,” my mother tried to place the flavor. I glared at my sister, and she smiled at me and shrugged. “Mom wanted to try it out. Do you think you have enough for us both?”

“I don’t know,” I was horrified as I realized my mother was chowing down on my spunk and my impishly mischievous sister was grinning from ear to ear. I’d have to punish her for that one.

“How many bowls of this am I supposed to eat per day?” my mom asked as she licked her lips and ate a little more.

“Didn’t you say three times a day, Mister Jason?”

“Yeah, uh, but you can eat other food with it, just no candy, alcohol or cigarettes,” I had worked that out with my sister ahead of time. That way if it came up that I caught her eating candy, I’d have a justification to punish her. I felt guilty that my mom was eating the rice, but it felt like it was really too late to tell her now!

“It looks like I am going to win our little bet, Mister Jason. I’ve been courteous,” Taylor curtsied by bending at the knee and touching the tips of her already hiked up sweater. “Now, what were the terms again?

“After dinner, I want you to put on the new bikini you BOUGHT YOURSELF TODAY,” I made a big deal of pointing out something I made her buy when we went shopping for her paint supplies was something of a self-indulgence. It surprised exactly no one that Taylor would buy herself a gift at Christmas time. It was important though for the next part of my plan.

“Oh, why is that? You want me to invite my friend Ashley over so we can have a little pool party and you can stare at us, Mister Jason?” my sister was contrite and well-mannered but her honeyed words were laced with sarcasm.

“No, I want you to clean the pool. It’s well past over-due,” I said.

“Jason! The sun will be going down soon and it’s wintertime,” my Mom intervened as I knew she would.

“The pool is heated, and all Thunder Thighs has to do is clean it with a broom. She doesn’t actually have to get in. She might splash herself accidentally. I want everyone to see the bikini she bought herself today! Why not show it off, Taylor?”

“Jason, that’s a bit harsh. I don’t think she needs to clean the pool this evening,” my mom warned.

“Well, you cleaned the house top to bottom and there are no more chores for her to do in my room. She gets up to mischief when she is idle,” I made the case that I had a bet with my sister and something to prove by telling her what to do.

“Yeah, you both are having fun with your bet, and you want to make your sister prove she can actually do these things, but don’t you think that is a little harsh?” my mom finished up the rice.