Chapter 8

I allowed my sister to dress at our mailbox, and she was finally grateful for the sweater. She had pranced the entire way home for me, but now she was shivering. Her nipples looked frozen solid. “Thank you, Jason!”

I was going to tell her she was welcome, out of habit. I remembered that the Head Mistress had suggested that I dispense with politeness and just make demands of her. “You did okay. Cover those fat tits so we can get inside. I am freezing my nut sack off.”

It was getting really cold, and it looked like it might snow tonight. There was no one out tonight on the quiet streets. It was still exciting to be with a girl who was naked in public, except for her Santa Claus hat and stockinged feet.

“You aren’t going to really make me stand in the window naked at home, are you?” my sister asked as we walked up the driveway.

“You would stand in our window naked, it If I told you to do it, wouldn’t you?”

“I will do anything you tell me to do unless it violates the rules, and if Mom and Dad flip their lid, That could do it.”

I could tell she was thinking about it though. “It’s making you wet thinking about standing naked in the window?”

“You’d be surprised how many people stopped, saw me and knew I didn’t have anything on, and waved back at me. They’d laugh like it was hilarious and then keep walking. I mean, some thought I was a disgusting pig too, but I suppose it was kind of funny.”

“I am going to make you do it again if they let me,” I promised her.

“I know,” she smiled at me as we arrived home.

I opened the door and walked inside. I was growing in confidence around my sister. The fact that she didn’t argue with me or refuse me had been surreal and empowering. I kept thinking that this was all a put-on, but she had proved time after time that she’d go as far as I wanted her to go.

We walked back inside. The lights were out and the tree was decorated.

My mother was sitting on a chair in the dark waiting for us. My Dad and Brandon had gone to bed.

“Well, did Ashley like her gift?”

“Yes,” my sister replied.

“What did you get her?”

“Uh, a corkscrew,” my sister adjusted herself slightly as if subconsciously admitting it was a butt plug and not a corkscrew.

“Ashley drinks wine?”

“Yeah, she’s twenty one,” Taylor lied.

“She’s nineteen, just like you, Taylor,”

“Sorry, I am programmed to say Twenty-one automatically. You know all the college bars at Arkansas State,” she smiled.

“I do. I studied there. It is a nice school, and they do not tolerate miscreant behavior, at least they didn’t when I was going to school,” my mother implied they tolerated my sister’s behavior, and she was behaving shady.

“I am a good girl at school and, I am getting good grades, and no issues,” Taylor assured her. She may have been getting good grades, but to hear her tell it – she was more than just a little naughty.

“Yeah, that’s what I am afraid of. Every couple of weeks you were up to something in high school, and I was down at the Principal’s office to tell them how you were innocent and a little angel. Then I would find out you really did do whatever they say you did. The fact that I never hear of anything at your school means you may be REALLY up to something – you just haven’t been caught yet!”

“I am sorry, Mom.”

My mom didn’t expect to hear that. She softened a little. “I am sorry, I just expected you both home a lot earlier. I don’t blame you, Jason. I am sure you were polite and stuck there listening to the girls gab about old times.”

“Yeah,” I lied.

“Actually, Mrs. Swallows took a real interest in Jason, and wants us to come back tomorrow,” Taylor bragged

“I highly doubt that. I would think she was still sore about all that trouble on Grad night. I run into her and Edward at the Country Club, and I never know what to say,” my mom seemed reticent and I could tell she was uncomfortable even talking about this.

“Why tell them anything?” my sister asked bluntly.

“Well, because I care what they think about us. I think your little indiscretion may have been youthful experimentation to you, but there were real life consequences to their family.”

My mother was dancing around words and not saying what she really meant. I wasn’t sure if that was because I was there or not, but she always did that around me. I assumed she did that around everyone.

“Yeah, well just take down her panties and give Taylor a big spanking in front of them. I am sure that would settle it,” I joked.

My mother regarded me like I was a foolish boy and smiled. “That might of worked back in my day, but things are a little more complicated these days. You don’t know the entire story of what happened, Jason. Why don’t you go to bed and let Taylor and I talk.”

“That Taylor banged Mr. Swallows, and that stirred up a hornets nest with Rachel? Yeah, she hit on me tonight and tried to make the old man jealous,” I don’t know why I said all that. I was bragging and my mom didn’t believe me anyway.

“I hardly believe Rachel Swallows hit on you. I am sure she was just being polite. She can be a little forward, with her cleavage and all. She is like that with everyone,” my mom patronized me and looked like she felt sorry that I believed I had been hit on by an older but very attractive woman.

“No, it’s true, I was there,” Tiffany vouched for me. “She was all over him. That’s why he wants to go back tomorrow, and of course I have to go to and pal around with Ash, so that little lover boy has an excuse to visit.”

My sister made it sound like I had a crush on Ashley. I definitely would have fucked her if I could. She was hot!

“We talked about that. You aren’t going to put me down any longer and call me “Little Lover Boy”. You are going to call me Jason from now on, aren’t you?”

“Oh right, no more nicknames,” my sister sighed as if this was the biggest imposition she ever had.

“No more squirt, and booger butt?” my mom seemed pleasantly surprised. “What happened?”

“I just agreed that was hurtful and that I’d be more respectful to him from now on.”

“Rachel Swallows hit on my son, AND he stood up to his big sister? This IS a strange day after all.”

“It’s not like I am going to start calling him Sir and doing everything he tells me,” my sister smiled at me with a sort of devious grin. I felt like she was playing a game in front of my mother- a game I didn’t know the rules to, and she had just lobbed the ball into my court and expected me to return it.

“You say that like it would be a bad thing,” I smirked and said that she could benefit from listening to me.

“I do not think you could manage yourself, much less me. I doubt you could handle it even if I were willing to do something that preposterous.”

“It’s preposterous to call me Sir and do what I tell you?”

“Absolutely.”

“No, you are just chicken,” I goaded my sister.

“I am not chicken. I just don’t want to do it!”

“That’s because you would be afraid that you might not be permitted to act like such a bully all the time.”

“I would not be afraid,” my sister raised her voice. I felt like we were in some strange tennis match firing balls back and forth.

“Then do it then?”

“Do what?”

“Call me Sir around the house, and do what I tell you.”

My mother seemed amused by our back and forth, but she didn’t believe for one second that Taylor would say yes.

“Fine, but what do I get when you screw up?”

“Screw up?” I asked.

“Yeah, you want me to tidy up, call you Sir, be on your beck and call, right? Okay, but you have to behave like a manager. When you fail, are you going to be my bitch boy?”

“Bitch boy?”

“Yeah, I’ll call you bitch boy, and make you stand with your nose in the corner when you forget to call me Miss Taylor or Ma’am!”

My mom laughed playfully at our back and forth bickering. We’d never done anything quite like this before. I’d seen my sister have lively, playful arguments with Brandon before but nothing approaching this either.

“Deal, but you can’t just quit anytime it gets hard. If I tell you to jump, then you’ll jump.”

“You are going to make me?”

“Yeah, and you’ll set the table for every meal, you’ll wash every dish BY hand.”

“You wouldn’t dare make me do any of that.”

“I would,” I assured her that I would hold her feet to the fire.

“I’d love to see you try, Sir!”

“There you go, that’s one. Now, can you keep it up?”

“What happens if I can’t, Sir?” My sister made it obvious she struggled to remember to call me Sir – it was a nice touch.

“Then you’ll stand in the corner, or I’ll spank your bottom”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Yes, I would, in the living room, in front of Brandon and Dad too!”

“Fine, that’s the only way I would LET you do it. That way you can’t do anything perverted to me. But ONLY if I forget to call you Sir or don’t feel like listening to your bullshit,” we shook on it.

My mom chuckled mirthfully and told us it was nice to see us getting along. She didn’t think either of us were serious. “I thought you sharing a room would be problematic due to privacy.”

“No, Jason hides his eyes when I change like a good girl,” she teased.

“Hey, you said you would be respectful,” I reminded her.

“I said you were a good girl, Sir.” My sister pursed her lips into a smirk.

“Okay, I am sure you two will work it out. I am going to bed,” my mother seemed satisfied and convinced we were just joking around.

When we got back to the bedroom I made her strip and watched as she cleaned the butt plug she gave Ashley and pack it away in her bag. She inserted a candle up her ass and performed her one hour candlelight ritual on the floor. She repeated the purpose of the vigil into the camera. She talked about the procession pathway and how the women pass the flame from candle to candle as a symbolic gesture of solidarity.

I began to scribble out some rules while watching her on the floor. The first rule was to enter formal wear position when she got into my room and face her ass toward me. I amended it to say that if anyone else was with us or I haven’t closed my door that she would wait until I tell her.

“It’s called formal dress, Sir,” my sister explained that it wasn’t called “Formal Dress Position.” She said that it was code. “It’s so we can say it in public places, a lot of newbies dress for a formal cotillion in a ball gown and are shocked to see us Chi-Omega’s ass up, tits down and fully exposed.”

“You fell for it the first time, didn’t you?”

“I did, Sir,” my sister grinned and told me how she put on this Gone With the Wind style fancy dress that she thought would knock everyone dead. “MY jaw nearly hit the floor when I found out what I had to do.”

“Did you do it?”

“I am here aren’t I?”

“The Head Mistress asked me if I put you in Formal Position earlier,” I distinctly recalled that.

“No, you must have misheard her. She always says Formal Dress. It’s a lot to take in, Jason.”

I shrugged and continued with the rules, making a mental note to adjust my speech to accommodate their naming conventions. “The second rule is that I want you to call me Sir or Mister Jason,” I said.

“Mister Jason? That’s kind of corny,” my sister groaned. I was trying to think of something other than just plain Jason, and I explained that I wanted the same kind of respect she would give a teacher.

“Well, I boned most of my teachers and made them give me straight A’s. That’s why you think I am so smart, by the way. I fucked for my grades, and then when I went to graduate, they realized I had 900 on my SAT and that there was no fucking way I had straight A’s, so they gave the valedictorian to someone else.”

“Katie Johnson,” I remembered her. She was smart and funny. My sister had a story about how she stole her clothes and made her walk graduation and give her speech wearing only a loose robe. “I was sad that it didn’t fly open during the speech.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know. I was mad at the bitch for winning something that I didn’t deserve anyway. I am not a nice person, Mr. Jason.”

“I thought you didn’t like that name.”

“I thought you heard me when I told you that I would literally do what you tell me for two weeks.”

“I like hearing you say that.”

“I will literally do what you tell me for two weeks or until my feet or back on my beloved West Arkansas campus,” my sister assured me.

“So, are we going to fuck or what, Mister Jason? I’ve not had any cock today and I’ve packed my ass a few times, but my cunt is pretty empty.”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“That’s why I should have asked Ashley to be my guardian,” she teased me. I knew she was just trying to get a rise out of me. “You didn’t tell her about the arrangement, did you?”

“No, she thinks I have some good blackmail on you,” I admitted.

“Of course Ashley does, she knows I am far too clever to fall for something silly, like wanting to stop being a toxic bitch,” my sister shook her head. “I’d appreciate if you kept the part about Chi Omega initiations to yourself. Theoretically, you aren’t even part of the Greek system and there are some secrets we never share but head mistress made that call, not me.”