Chapter 15

“What are you guys doing?” he asked with the look of a boy who had just caught Santa Claus stealing presents from his house and trying to sneak them back up the chimney.

“What does it look like we were doing?” my sister replied with a frown like she was angry he was confronting.

She didn’t bother putting on any clothes. It was WAY too late for that. She hugged her tits but didn’t try to cover her nipples or bald pussy. I think she was just trying to warm up a little because her teeth were chattering as well.

My brother didn’t have a clue what to make of this. He just knew that we were up to SOMETHING, and he looked like he was ready to tell Mom and Dad. I was freaking out. If that happened, the entire thing would come tumbling down on me.

I’d lose out on playing with my sister and the sudden reality of all the consequences to both of our reputations started to weigh on me. If my parents knew I fucked my sister – how could they even look at both of us the same way again? I didn’t just fuck her either. She was wearing a dog collar and a leash because I made her crawl around at night to please her headmistress back at her school.

“Okay, I’ll tell you the truth,” I said. When you are caught in the act of doing something wrong my instincts tell me to just go ahead and be honest.

My sister glared at me when I promised my brother that I’d tell him everything. “Thunder Thighs used to sneak out all the time when this was her room. She’s been trying to sneak out since she got back from college. Part of the bet I made with her was that I wouldn’t let her escape and go out and party all night,” I explained.

I lied because I was too afraid to be completely honest and I thought that was plausible enough to satisfy him.

My sister rolled with that explanation and confirmed it with a nod of her head.

“Why is Taylor naked?” Brandon wasn’t buying it.

“Well, you can’t tell mom and dad?” I wasn’t sure if I could trust my brother to do that. He was kind of an open book. “You know how I get to decide what Taylor can wear? I put her on clothing restriction in my room. I thought she wouldn’t dare try to go out if she was naked, but as you can see, I was wrong.”

My brother looked my sister up and down and then back to me. He wasn’t quite buying my story. He was naïve but not stupid. “Where was she going to go naked?”

“My boyfriend would give me some clothes when he picks me up, Brandon,” my sister shook her head as if that should have been obvious.

“That explains why I heard so much banging around in here last night. You were trying to stop her from leaving?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. I had been ruthlessly fucking my sister’s brains out but wrestling would be a good cover story.

“Why do you have a dog collar on?” he asked our sister.

“That’s Mister Jason’s perverted idea!” my sister left it to me to explain that one.

“Well, uh, okay, when Thunder Thighs is naughty, I make her act like a dog and wear a collar and leash.”

“What?” Brandon pursed his lips into an incredulous smile. My story was hardly believable. I was a terrible liar when I didn’t plan ahead. I’d have to make a mental note to start thinking of ways I could get caught and excuses I could give before we did things in the future. I didn’t plan to stop just because Brandon caught me though.

“I know, it’s dumb right?” my sister sounded annoyed.

“Get on the floor, doggy!” I held her leash.

My sister dutifully got down on all fours, as she had been outside. Her knees, elbows, and hands were already dirty and scuffed, so it helped give the impression she spent time like this.

“I keep her on a leash next to my bed while I sleep.”

“You could just spank me like you said you would do, Mister Jason! But you are too chicken to do it downstairs.”

We pretended to bicker a little while she remained like a dog at my feet.

Brandon’s little mind seemed about ready to blow. “Why don’t you spank her?”

“Have you seen her butt?” I guided my sister just as I had outside for our make-believe Westminster dog show that we put on for the benefit of the Headmistress. I wanted Brandon to see her tits jiggle and her big ass shake and quiver while she crawled, sat up and begged. “I’d break my hand trying to spank all of that ass. I can maybe spank one ass cheek at a time”

Brandon chuckled and then noticing what was between her crack, he asked, “Is that poopy on your butt?”

“Jason makes me shit and piss out on the lawn, sorry.” She didn’t deny that it may actually be a little poop. “It could be pussy cream.”

“Pussy cream?”

“Yeah, you know when a girl gets wet? Taylor reached down between her thighs and then licked it. “Yep, that’s pussy cream. Want a taste?” she offered it to Brandon.

He scrunched his nose and made a disgusted face, but he smiled while he did it. She told him to suit himself and remained on all fours.

“Wait, how much time do you ACTUALLY spend as a dog? If Jason makes you go poopy on the lawn then is this something you do a lot?” Brandon seemed puzzled as he tried to get his head around the games we were playing.

My sister looked up at me and I looked down at her. We answered together, “Almost all of it when we are alone.”

“How come you didn’t tell me?” Brandon looked betrayed. He seemed even more excited when he thought my sister was a full-time puppy and this wasn’t just a rare thing we did for an hour.

“I thought you’d tell Mom and Dad,” I admitted truthfully.

“When you came out of the bathroom with her, I wish I hadn’t say anything to them! Were you giving her a dog bath?”

“Yeah, I was giving thunder thighs a dog bath,” I lied. She was giving me a blowjob and showered me, but he didn’t need to know that. He already knew too much. I was terrified because now he could tell my parents what we were doing.

“And if Taylor wins the bet,” my brother surmised that I would have to be her dog.

“Yeah,” I lied. We had no intention of letting the bet wind up that way.

“I want to play.”

“Mom and Dad have no idea you are doing this?” he said.

“No, and if you want to help me then you can’t let them know.”

“No fair, you can’t both gang up on me,” my sister pouted.

“No choice, Brandon knows so there is no point in pretending you aren’t my puppy when we are alone. You’ll refer to him as Mister Brandon tomorrow,” I pulled up on the leash to force my sister’s head up and choke her.

“Mom and Dad are never going to believe we changed our bet.”

“Leave that to me,” I said. Brandon hung out for a long time. I knew he was mostly looking at our sister’s tits hanging down and trying to wrap his head around it. I didn’t tell him everything and I said nothing at all about Chi-Omega. I painted a picture that my sister really was trying to win the bet and that I was trying to see how far I could push things.

“Could you imagine if you made her eat out of a dog dish in front of Mom and Dad?”

“You wouldn’t dare make me do that,” my sister was great at playing the reluctant-to-play but willing to commit to the rules, angry slut. She didn’t protest TOO much, but just enough to be convincing.

“If I can and mom and dad don’t freak out, you’ll do it every meal.”

“I’d actually like to see you try and make me. They’ll think you are both crazy!”

I convinced my brother to be “on my side” for the bet. My sister tried to convince him to help her but she didn’t try very hard. She had to say something though or he would have realized he was being tricked.

“Look, help me turn the tables on Mister Jason, and when he is MY puppy, I might let you take him for a walk sometime.”

Brandon was a good brother though. He really didn’t want to take sides, but ultimately I think he was on mine. I told him that no matter what outrageous thing we did – to just roll with it and not tell Mom and Dad about what we did in our room and he could come in any time he liked as long as he knocked.

“You guys are SO weird,” he smiled. “I can’t take sides between either of you. I think it’s the coolest thing ever though,” he said cheerfully. I felt a little guilty I hadn’t told him sooner. I didn’t expect him to have this kind of reaction. I made a mental note to trust him a little more and stop treating him like such an immature kid who can’t understand anything.

That was how my sister treated me when I was his age.

I eventually got rid of him. I checked the door to make sure the lock wasn’t broken. I thought I HAD locked it before we snuck out. I’d have to be more careful.

I fucked my sister again, nice and slow in the ass. I watched her pump that cum out, lap it up and throw her sweater on to sneak it downstairs and spit it into the container in the fridge.

I fell asleep during my sister’s candlelight procession. I think she was a little annoyed with me, but I didn’t care. The next day I had new devious ideas for my sister – this was fun.

It was Christmas Eve. I hadn’t finished my Christmas shopping, but I really had received a true gift in the form of my sister’s submission.

That morning, I put her in a sweater with the dildo and the anal beads stuffed inside her. I sent her down early to help my mom with breakfast and then strolled down with my brother. I told him he could bust her chops a little this morning if he wanted and gave him some suggestions.

“Well, Thunder Thighs, how did you sleep?” I asked boisterously as we joined my father at the table.

“Very well, thank you Mister Jason,” she said.

“We can’t see the words Thunder Thighs,” my brother observed. My mom looked aghast that nice-little Brandon was talking to his sister as rudely as he was.

“It’s okay Mom, I agreed to show my name and I will,” she hiked up her sweater.

“It’s Christmas eve, boys. Can’t you suspend the game for the Holidays?” my mom pleaded.

“Oh no, I promised Mister Jason and Mister Brandon that I’d be as polite as a church mouse, as helpful as Martha Stewart and as hospitable as I can without complaint, or they could punish me. If THEY want to stop now, that is fine with me, but they lose the bet, not me!”

“Mister Brandon?” Dad seemed pleasantly amused that my little brother was now a participant.

“Yeah, last night, Thunder Thighs wanted to play double-or-nothing. She has to be respectful to both of us.” My brother was a terrible liar, but Dad completely bought the double-or-nothing option.

“Yeah, I will do what you two little retards tell me, but if you don’t actually punish me then you BOTH lose,” my sister laughed.

I’d told her to specifically call us that word when we got down to breakfast.

It’s not a word I like at all. It’s worse than cunt and nigger combined – especially to my mother. She volunteers with the Special Olympics, and she hates it when people use that word in any context. She even wore a sweater that said “Spread the Word to End the Word” which is a charity to bring awareness to the harm that word does.

I did not want to use it. However, I knew nothing else would bring the meal to a grinding halt. My mother dropped her spoon, with white rice into her bowl and let it clatter.

My sister pretended she just realized what she had said. She had been opposed to saying it when I first told her because she used to throw it out as an insult or to describe any activity that she considered stupid or boring. She had stopped using it when she started in Chi-Omega, but she told me she would do whatever I told her.

“Oh, sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to use that word!” my sister waved her hands in front of her face as if she were trying to fan the offensive word away. There was no other word that could have made my mother’s ordinarily placid face turn to vitriol. My mom actually looked at me to see if I would handle it.

“Fine, you can put me in the corner for that! I know I fucked up,” Taylor covered her mouth as she intentionally added a second infraction to the already unfathomably bad choice of words at breakfast.

“Oh no, we are past standing in the corner, Hands against the wall, now!”

“You aren’t going to spank me like a little baby!” Taylor was already obediently turned to the wall, she kicked her legs apart and put her hands on the wall.

“No, I am going to spank you like the brat that you are! And you are going to count them out.”

“Fine, but don’t pull my sweater up,” Taylor demanded as I approached her.

“I am not going to try to spank your already well-padded ass through your thick sweater. Don’t worry, all anyone is going to see are your shorts. I won’t even pull them down even though you said I could,” I said as I lifted her sweater.

She yelled no in protest, but didn’t try to stop me.

I stood for a moment and pretended to be completely floored by the sight of her bare ass. I had painted the words “Merry Christmas, Santa please CUM down my Chimney and leave lots of presents” and drawn an arrow to her ass with one of her reddest lipsticks.

The base of the dildo I told her to shove in her twat was easily visible stuffed in her pussy. The rubberized latex ring of the anal beads was sticking out of her anal bud and clearly visible as her ass cheeks parted.

I had done it now. I had exposed my sister in front of my parents and they were not saying anything. They were frozen in shock. It was exactly the reaction that I had wanted to have happen. I was trying to make it appear that I had no idea she wasn’t wearing shorts under her sweater, and that I was just as shocked by what Taylor DID have under there.

I let the mental image sink in before saying or doing anything. There was nothing but silence that followed.

“Fine, you can all kiss my ass!” Taylor broke the silence by scolding us in the brattiest tone. “So go ahead and spank me, Mister Jason.”

I looked at my parents for a sign of what I should do, or even could do. I was about to lose my nerve. In my head, I was going to spank her ass and declare her a brat. I would use this to justify further little humiliations right under their noses by establishing that my sister deserved it all.

My mother did not immediately react. “Taylor, what is in your dirty little asshole?” she asked. It was so out of character for her that it took me a moment to process.

“My anal beads, want to try them out?” Taylor sounded sassy, but like she was just playing along with mom. She was a great actress, but after participating in several charades with her I could tell she was lying.

“I most certainly do not, you have some audacity wearing those here to breakfast! Have you been doing this the entire time?” my mom asked.

I picked up my phone and pressed a few buttons.

“Jason, I thought you were keeping your sister in line,” my mom tried to get my attention but I didn’t reply. Instead, I held the phone up and let it ring. My mom’s phone rang at the same time. She grabbed it and turned it off and then said it was someone from work.

I dialed it again and it rang again. “Pick up Headmistress.”

“He knows, Mom,” my sister remained as she was with her sweater hiked up over her ass, and her hands flat against the wall with her back to us. My mom knew the jig was up.

“I was just trying to give you a good Christmas, Jason.”

“Me too,” my sister admitted.

My dad looked as confused as I was. Brandon didn’t seem to understand what was happening but that was alright with him – he looked overjoyed. My Dad had his back to Taylor. He didn’t look at her bare-ass. Instead, he tried to pretend she had pulled her sweater down. As far as I was concerned, she could because now I felt betrayed, confused and manipulated.

It was just like Taylor to give me a prank gift that makes me feel powerful, only to yank it away.

“Every year, I’ve let your sister walk all over you, play mean tricks on you, and I’ve done nothing but encourage and empower her. We meant well, Jason. I’ve never seen you so happy, so confident as when you were bossing around your sister.”

“You set all of this up?” I asked.

“Can someone tell me what is happening?” my Dad asked calmly.

“About a year ago, do you remember when I took Thunder Thighs to visit the West Arkansas Campus?” my mom was explaining to all of us, but addressing Dad in particular. She didn’t pretend she accidentally said Thunder Thighs. She said the name intentionally.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“My Grandmother pledged in 1933, and my mother before me pledged and they didn’t give me a lot of choice. I wanted her to see what she was going to have to do and decide if this was something she really wanted,” my mom said.