Chapter 9

Janice explained, “None of her extended family wanted her. They, as well as her parents, are part of a charismatic, religious cult. She’s fifteen and damaged goods. In their disgusted minds, she’s not worth caring for. I was the only person who stepped forward to foster her. I think she will be a good sister to my baby girl. So I asked her to let me take care of her until she decides to declare independence. I told her everything, Eddie, but without giving names. She agreed, and the final paperwork was signed by the county today. I just picked her up from the women’s sanctuary. I thought it was a good time to introduce you.”

It was Tuesday, and I had recently returned from school. “Hey, Tamela.” I waved as if I’d known her for years instead of the few classes we’d shared.

She was average height for fifteen, with better than modest curves for her five feet, but she tried to hide them by curling her chest inward. “Hi, Eddie.” She didn’t wave, but her blush deepened.

“Well, invite her in, already!” Mom gushed at the sight of the dispossessed neighbor. We sat around the dining table. Mom offered coffee, but Tamela shook her head. Mom asked, “What would you like?

She whispered, “Apple juice?”

Mom thought for a bit. “I think Ralph has a couple in the den.” She went to fetch one. I studied the shy girl until Mom returned from the kitchen with a large glass full of ice. She opened the can and hovered it’s mouth over the glass.

“Cold would be nice, Ma-am.” Tamela spoke carefully. She was struggling to cope with all the attention.

“Call her Mommy, Tamela.” Janice instructed and abruptly winced when her baby kicked unexpectedly.

“I thought you were going to be my mommy?” The girl’s eyes verged on tears.

“No, Dear. I will love you like a mommy, but you will call me Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Tamela’s voice firmed up, as if that honorific was something she could relate to. She dared let her eyes glance at me. “Who-”

Mom cut her off. “He will decide that, Tamela Daughter.”

“Shh, Mom.” I stood up and apologized. “It’s not her place to interrupt you, Tamela.”

I stepped over to Mom and indicated with a lift of fingers for her to stand. Mom shuddered, accepting her mistake. She owned it by standing and leaning over the table until palms on the surface supported her top-heavy torso.

I flipped up Mom’s skirt and pulled out my belt. Her naked ass was still healing from a minor infraction the day before. “Count for our guest, Mommy.”

“Yes, Master.”

At thirty strokes of my well worn belt, I decided to give her another twenty. But to give Mom a break I explained, “Tamela is a special guest today. We are strangers, but we share something that will hopefully connect us and grow mutual trust. She’s not like you, Mommy, or you, Bitch. Tamela needs someone to protect her. See how shy she is, unlike you two sluts.

Mom and Janice nodded, lips clenched in submission.

“Hi, Tamela.” I gave her an amused smile.

She cringed further but answered. “Hi...” Wondering what to call me.

“I’m your brother,” I held out my hand. “If you will have me.”

“Will you protect me?”

I scratched the back of my neck, a habit of my father’s. “Well, I’m younger than you. I can promise to do my best, but if someone finds out about what we do together, I don’t have a lot of authority, except here with these two sluts.”

Tamela’s sad eyes gave a little sparkle. “I-I think I would like you to be my brother, but could you be my big brother?” She spoke quickly. “I know I’m older but-”

“I’ll be your big brother, Tamela.” I took charge. “But you will have to call me Edward.”

“Oh, thank you Edd-ward.” She suddenly started panting, as if a terrible demon had been hiding in her and I had banished it.

“It’s okay, Daughter.” Mom dared. “We’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other.” She patted Tamela’s hand.

“I’ll bring her by every day.” Janice promised.

“Tamela, take a sip of your juice, but don’t swallow it.” I commanded. “Breath through your nose if you have to.”

The teen nodded spasmodically. Her hand trembled picking up the glass, and she sucked in a large mouthful, as if to comply as well as possible.

“Tilt back your head.” I told her.

She complied, closing her eyes as if she knew what would happen.

“Let me taste it.” I bent over her pretty face and kissed her lips. She amazed me with her mouth control, spewing apple juice and saliva into my mouth at the perfect rate for me to drink naturally. I gulped and swallowed until she had no more juice to give. I wanted to spread her across the table and take her virginity right then and there. My boner threatened to rip through my underwear and shorts.

“Thank you, Little Sister.” I licked my lips. “I’m so glad you’re gonna join my family.”

“Me too, Big Brother.” She blushed. Unlike my mother’s submissive blush and Janice’s naughty one, her cheeks, when flushed, glowed as purely as I ever saw.” She was a rare bird who needed careful handling, but I suspected she had incredible capacity for punishment. I had no desire to provide any, even if she deliberately provoked me. I ignored that she had called me Big Brother, instead of Edward, but I could correct her about that another day. I kinda liked how she’d said it.

I returned to my mother and administered her final, twenty swats with my belt. She fell to the table, sobbing, halfway through them, but she kept counting. Tamela had never seen such suffering, even though she had met with far worse.

I asked Janice to help me with Mom’s aftercare. We gently spread aloe vera on her inflamed ass, and we talked softly and told Mom what a good slut she was being. At one point, I let her open my pants and taste my dick.

Tamela took a sharp breath when my hardon popped out. I never learned the aspect which surprised her, but her eyes didn’t let go, even while Mommy sucked her big brother’s cock. She hardly blinked until I packed up my wet, satisfied prick.

After letting her ass cool, I commanded Mom to stand in a corner and lift up the back of her skirt, to illustrate for her new daughter on behaving properly in our new family. I stood beside Mom but faced the table. My hand reached around, behind her skirt and I teased her clit and vulva until she trembled from arousal. I pulled my hand away before she could climax.

“Mommy isn’t allowed to cum after she’s been bad.”

Tamela nodded and reached for her juice. She drank to soothe the dryness in her throat.

“May we go, Master?” Janice asked. She had brought Tamela directly to me, not even stopping to put away her things or let her explore their house.

I smiled as Tamela and her legal guardian walked back to their car. Their house was only a couple doors down the street, but Janice had literally brought the girl to me ASAP.

My girlfriend arrived a few hours later. Father was home, and we just finished supper.

Father didn’t know what to make of Lilith, but Mom had been coaching him for a couple weeks, not to say anything nor get involved. I don’t know what kind of leverage she used to make him accept my sweetheart, but I suspect it had something to do with a massage receipt or bill on their credit card. Dad was a smart guy, just not street smart.

“You’re late.” I told Lilith at the door. My dad coughed in his lounge chair but didn’t say anything.

“I know. I’m sorry, Eddie.” She’d had many obligations and responsibilities that day. I knew that, but as her special boyfriend I needed her to keep me at the top of her priorities.”

“Should I deal with your disregard of my time now, which will make us late for the show, or will I have to remind you in the morning?”

“I accept whatever you choose.” It was the right answer.

We weren’t late for the outdoor concert. I was able to grab what I needed and meet her in her car. As she drove, I applied liberal amounts of irritant to three metal, paper clamps. She cried out, but kept the car steady as I applied the clamps. Frowning with disappointment as each bit its gooey surface into her nipples and clitoris. “Who am I to demand your absolute attention?”

“You’re my boyfriend, Eddie. I don’t want to lose you. I want our baby to be loved by both of us.”

“I’m too young for that to happen right away, Lilith. You know that. Our child will know me as his or her brother until I come of age.”

“I’m sorry for letting stuff overwhelm me today.” The pain in her tits and clit must have been horrible! She could hardly speak a word before gasping for another breath.

Reaching the outdoor venue, tears streaming down her face, I made her bend over the hood of her car, and I stuffed an irritant smothered dildo up her ass. Her body lurched from the stiff, hard plastic pole that abruptly reinforced ten inches of her colon.

We watched the show from the middle of the audience. The band played from the park’s gazebo. Lilith sat erect on a bench while I sampled the treats that she had purchased. Occasionally I would kiss the chewed remains of a chocolate or shrimp or cheese into her mouth. She swallowed and thanked me while licking her lips. The band was a great, smooth jazz quartet. I made Lilith dance half a dozen times. Each time she cried on my shoulder.

At one point a woman tapped my girlfriend’s back. “Are you okay, Deary? Is this young man a trouble?”