Chapter 5

That evening my sister and I played little spanking games in the bed and laughed until Scotty roused us for dinner. He told us to just wear long t-shirts downstairs around my parents and other brothers. They were shorter than a mini-skirt, but because they were like nightshirts, they seemed less out of place.

I had this feeling that I used to be the bossy one, and my sister was meek. That could not be the case, though, because I was having so much fun having my ass kicked around the room. It was actually fun, and I knew Bethany was having a blast. I am a big girl – it’s very hard to break me. You can slap and I just jiggle and giggle!

I liked it when Bethany played with me like a rag doll. I thought it would be humiliating but I wished grab me even harder! She pulled my hair, stuck her fingers in my nose, forced my mouth open, and yanked my tongue. It was all in good fun.

Danny, Matt and my father seemed to think it was odd, but none of them said anything. My mother glared at us and raised an eyebrow but allowed us to dress like that on the table. We ate in awkward silence.

I think my mom suspected we were up to SOMETHING – she just didn’t know what. It felt kind of cool to have a secret that nobody else but the three of us knew.

“I am going to volunteer to dry tonight,” Scotty unexpectedly announced. “Who wants to volunteer to take a turn washing?”

“It’s actually Matt and me on the chore wheel tonight, scro!” Danny reminded his brother. He called Scotty “Scro” for short sometimes. I think it was short for “Scrotum.” Danny’s been saying it for so long that I’ve never thought to ask.

“Yeah, but I feel like doing something nice. Mom had to invent the chore wheel because no one volunteered. Anyone want to join me?”

“I will,” I raised my hand about the same time my sister did. My mom seemed genuinely delighted and she no longer seemed suspicious of us. It seemed like Scotty had a good idea to defuse any alarms our new behavior created by incorporating volunteering for chores into our game.

We were an experiment to Scotty, but my brother was the game WE were playing!

There is no way we were hypnotized! It wouldn’t be this much fun. We were just getting into the spirit of the game, and no one could tell us otherwise!

He also didn’t have to volunteer to do chores himself. If he were hypnotizing us, he could have told my sister to dry the dishes. That was very nice of him to offer to do it with us. Scotty is a smart kid, on some level he had to know we weren’t really hypno-sluts. We were just behaving slutty!

It made me feel less like I was losing something by having to volunteer to do chores when it wasn’t my night – if he did it with me.

Scotty also bragged that he’s been tutoring us and that our grades have improved this semester.

My dad is a man of few words – always has been. “That’s good, son.”

My mom didn’t say anything. I cleared the table when everyone was finished. That was the job of the person washing the dishes. My mom took me to the side.

“Everything okay, Tig?”

“Yeah Mom,” I smiled graciously.

“You’ve been acting differently.”

My mom has a way of looking right through me. She was on to something. It might have been funny let her in on the joke, but she probably wouldn’t see the humor. I couldn’t take the chance by telling her.

I got nervous. My nipples began to harden – this wasn’t the time to get horny. The adrenalin rush from the fear of my mom catching me was not supposed to set off those triggers in my body but they were.

“How do you mean?” I pretended to be oblivious.

“You are walking and dressing differently. You volunteered to clear the table and wash the dishes. I have been working a lot lately, so I haven’t been home. Is something going on?”

My mom is a realtor, and she is often out selling homes all weekend and even at night. The house kind of runs itself. There is a hierarchy and Dad is actually at the top, but he seldom intervenes. It’s usually Danny who is the one in charge when Mom isn’t here. It’s kind of ironic that my little brother is really calling the shots now (or at least he thinks he is).

“I am just trying something new. Is it okay?”

“Yeah, I am just puzzled. You’ve taken a sudden interest in school work. You are laughing more, and you haven’t bitten anyone’s head off in a while or made a snide remark. Your sister hasn’t either.”

I didn’t think I did that. I apologized for being a brat.

“You can’t help who you are. If you ever want to talk, just let me know. I love you,” my mom said. That was sweet.

When I went into the kitchen with the dishes, my brother asked me to tell him everything that my mom said in detail. My brother tried putting me in a trance while we were washing dishes together. He did it very casually in conversation with me. It was cute – but obviously, it didn’t work.

“You will lift your shirt up so that your pussy and ass are fully exposed.”

I did as he suggested. He wasn’t really commanding me to flash in the kitchen if I wanted to do it anyway. I knew at any moment that someone could walk into the kitchen and catch me, but I didn’t care. The risk was intoxicating.

My brother began to finger fuck me with one hand while he dried dishes with the other.

“You can’t dry dishes that way silly,” I said.

“Then you dry them for me too,” he added. I have to admit – I liked where he was placing his fingers. He even played with my ass.

“My butthole is gross, Scott. Don’t touch there please.”

There were so many other places to play with on my body. I found myself wishing he wouldn’t touch me on the asshole or look at it. I had deep feelings about that, but I felt on some level I might be over-reacting and relaxed.

“You are a pig, with a sexy, slutty asshole and you like to stick things in it.”

“Please don’t make me do that. Poop comes out of there, Scott.”

“Relax your sphincter,” he said. A sphincter is a fancy word for the drawstring-like muscles that close around the anus. “You can pass anything into your ass if you relax and take your time. You can fill your backside with anything.”

“I can’t. Please, just play with my pussy, Scott?” I begged. I was dripping on the tile floor beneath my feet. A long sliver of cunt juice dripped on the tile.

“Anytime you refuse me anything, you have to be punished Tiggy. You know that, right?”

I sobbed and nodded. I wasn’t sure how much of this was me acting anymore. I must have been getting carried away in the intensity of the moment.

“Take that bar of soap and push it into your dirty, dirty asshole, maybe you can clean it.”

An entire bar of soap? It was so wide! How would that ever fit? He let me get it wet and sudsy and then work it into my ass. It burned a little around my anal lip and I thought it was going to fly out on its own. He made me push it in really far.

I was reluctant, but since I had already done this much. I thought to myself that I might as well let him see how far I could push that soap into my rectum. It really wasn’t’ as unpleasant as I thought. In fact, on some level I liked it. It was radiant.

“When you are rude, you will have your mouth washed out, and I will use this same bar of soap if possible. Tiggy, you should thank me for teaching you manners. Mom complimented you. She noticed that you don’t bite people’s heads off when you get frustrated or angry.”

“I appreciate that, Scott, but I do not bite people’s heads off.”

“Not anymore, but that is because I taught you that your anger came from a lack of self-esteem. You took out your own insecurities on us. You used to get into a frenzy if we made fun of your fat tits. Now, you like to show them off, don’t you?”

I lifted my shirt so that he could see my big honkers and play with them. Had he really hypnotized me? I read a story recently called “Gaslight”. It was an assignment in English class. I normally would have checked Wikipedia for a plot summary, but I actually read the entire book.

It was a story about a man that convinced his wife that she was going mad. He told her the lights were quite bright when they were not. He even paid others to lie to her. Was he gaslighting me now?

Telling me something I used to do, to convince me that he had the power to erase a memory from my mind? That night I decided to start writing this story so that I would not forget. If he REALLY was doing that I’d know when I read the story again. At this point, I really suspected he had hypnotized me even though I know for a fact that hypnosis doesn’t actually work.

That was hard to reconcile.

He kept playing with me and he sent me upstairs after I finished washing, drying, and putting away the dishes to take a shower with my sister. He told me to wait for him in the bathroom in the nude. I wish I could describe how horny I really was. I would have fucked the first guy who showed me his dick just to get some relief.

I still had the bar of soap clenched in my asshole. It wiggled between my butt checks and probably looked like an obscene, sudsy pig tail. My sister giggled. I chuckled because I liked it when she laughed – even if it was at me -and perhaps especially when she laughed at me.

“What is he going to do? Watch us pee?” my sister was in there with me. She was nervously pacing in the nude. We were worried that we’d get caught coming out of the bathroom together. How would we explain that? We often shared the bathroom together in the morning when we were doing our hair and make-up, but we usually kept the door open. We took showers separately (obviously).

“I don’t know. Would you pee in front of him?” I asked as I sat on the toilet and began to piss. I thought nothing of doing it in front of my sister. It was hard to keep the soap from falling in the toilet. I pushed it up as far as it would go. I was told I couldn’t remove it without permission.

I almost couldn’t hold it any longer. The soap was burning my ass and making me feel like I had to poop. I held it anyway though. Scotty would realize I was faking being hypnotized if I took it out without being told I could. It was important to me to do things that would convince him that I was really hypnotized – very important. It was radiant.

“Yeah, but what if he makes us squat and piss on the floor like dogs or something?” my sister scrunched her nose in disgust.

“Do you want to stop?”

“Fuck no, I dare him to make me put on a diaper and suck my thumb like a baby,” my sister harumphed.

Scott walked in unannounced and caught us both off guard.

“That might be fun. Assume the position,” he told us to both stand. I was mid-piss and I cut off my stream to stand up and put my hands behind my back. We lined up like we always do, except now we could see our naked bodies in the mirror. I didn’t look as fat as I felt.

“You two seem to be talking a lot about what I may and may not make you do. You understand that I can make you do anything?”

“Yes,” we nodded.

“You are getting relaxed now. You do not have any fear about what I will tell you to do. I cannot tell you to do something that is impossible. I can only tell you how to do the possible and you have to want that on some level. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Scott.”

“I would never tell you to do something that harms you. It may hurt a little, like some soap in the pooper but that is for your own good. How does it feel, Pig?”

My brother called me Pig. Why? That’s mean.

“It hurts,” I admitted.

“You want to take it out?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you?”

“You said I couldn’t,” I admitted. He had to know that.

“Are you a fat pig who needs punishment?”

I nodded, agreed with my sister, and blushed. I liked being a called a pig and it turned me on, but I also felt deeply ashamed. I was just getting carried away in the moment again – none of this was real. It was just a game. It was radiant.

“You are on a farm. This farm has a red barn, and it is springtime. The weather is nice, the grass is green, and the fields are full of yellow corn. Do you see it?”

“Yes.”

“There is a green tractor out by the barn. The farmer has some livestock that he cares for very much. He would never sell his prize animals.”

“Yes.”

“There is a prize pink pig. She is the best sow of them all. She has all the slop she could want, and she runs around naked all day and plays in the mud, smiling and showing off. Do you see how happy the piggy is?”

“Yes.”

“When I call you a pig from now on, I want you to be that pig. Get down on your hands and knees and begin to oink and wiggle your ass for me.”

I snorted and foolishly began to crawl around the bathroom floor like a wild pig.

“You are a magical pig, like the one in Charlotte’s web. You can talk like him. What was his name?”

“Wilbur?” I said.

“Yeah, Wilbur, and he had a wise advisor who told him what to do. She gave him special trigger words that he could use that were magical. Do you remember what they were?” Scotty asked.

It had been years since I read that storybook. I’d have to read it again tonight to be sure of what I was telling him. I thought I remembered. I thought it had been mentioned earlier. I decided I might need to keep a journal because I’d been very forgetful lately.

“Radiant”, “humble”, and “terrific” – it came to me, and I recited the words Charlotte weaved into the web to help the Pig survive. I could picture myself sitting in the barn spinning my web, offering advice to my little brother the pig. He’s cute and naïve and needs my help or the farmer will eat him up! He’s so grateful that I wove a big word like “radiant” into the web above his pen – because now he won first prize in the science fair! It’s funny I’ve been thinking about those words so often lately.

I was surprised I knew the plot of the story. I mean, that was basically it anyway. I wasn’t sure how I could recall something I had not read since I was a little girl. I think I left the book out in the rain. Things like that happen by accident. It’s too bad, Scotty would be happy if I still had it. That would be a cool coincidence. I could give the book back to him!